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"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass."

"Frak Safety, it loses them, doesn't it?"

"Sure, at the cost of your equilibrium and you position of reference. You might be able to do it, but anyone with an ounce of self-preservation shouldn't even try it."

The sounds of Apollo and Starbuck's good-natured arguing float down the stairs before they're seen clattering down to find some dinner. Two muns, two pups, tag one or both.

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*She won't try to change his mind. She deserves to be left and she'll let him*

It wouldn't be leaving her, it would be making it so that they can be together without anything separating them, especially not time. He reaches up, cupping a cheek in his hand and smiles down at her. He never thought he'd be able to have her even for this long."

*She moves her face out of his hand and rests her cheek on his shoulder, pressing closer to him, needing the familiarity and comfort of his strength*

He wraps his arms around her, coming to almost a complete stop and presses a kiss to her temple.

"Trust this Kara. Trust us. I promise..."

Don't promise. Not now. If you can promise after you know, then maybe...

"I will. That's why I have to know. Have to go back. If I don't... you'll never trust what I say. It will always be 'what if this' and 'what if that'. I've waited this long to be together with you, I'm not giving it up that easily."

*She lowers her eyes*

This isn't helping me make up for Colonial Day...

"Maybe, maybe not."

He spins her around a little, and dips her low, kissing her lightly as they stand back up.

"That day's long past. I have so many things now that outweigh any regret from then."

I shouldn't have done what I did.

*She won't outright apologize, it's not in her nature. Everything that she can come up with in response sounds petty and mean, so for once she keeps her mouth shut*

"I shouldn't have let him cut in."

He swallows hard. Even saying that makes him feel vaguely uneasy, like it had been entirely his choice. It hadn't. He'd wanted to give her the freedom to make her own decisions. He had deferred to the more worthy man. It's not like he had any claim on her. Not really.

Rehashing it won't change it. I'm so frakking tired of reliving things that won't ever change, no matter how much we want them to.

"You're right."

He sighs softly.

"We have now, and that's what matters."

I never thought I'd date an optimist. Who'd've thought?

"I guess we must balance each other out then, huh?"

He sounds vaguely amused at the idea.

Like gin and tonic.

"And that would make you what? The gin or the tonic?"

He's not particularly fond of the drink, but he gets the comparison.

I think it's pretty clear that I'm the gin.

He wrinkles his nose.

"I'm the tonic? Tonic water's bitter."

It's not quite a whine... okay, yeah it is.

Yeah, but who can drink who under the table?

"Okay fine. I like gin better than the tonic anyway, so it fits."

He slips his hands around her waist, tracing along the edge of her skirt.

"Did I mention how beautiful you look?"

Heard that somewhere. But you had an alcoholic pink fruity drink, so can your judgement be trusted?

*She grins and sways a little closer to him*

"I didn't ask for the pink fruity drink, so I don't think that can be used as testimony either for or against proper judgment."

He smirks hard.

"Seeing you in a skirt like that makes me have dirty thoughts about pinning you to a wall and seeing what you've got on under there."

*She raises an eyebrow*

Wouldn't you like to know...

*She had pulled out a black lace set that is perhaps the most attractive of the fancy underwear that Bar gave her*

"Yeah..."

His eyes go dark, and his voice husky.

"I really do."

*She kisses him softly, ending with a nip to his chin*

When we get back upstairs, I'll show you.