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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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"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.

He follows her mouth with his, wanting to keep the taste of her on his lips.

"Can I still pin you against the wall?"

As often as you want.

*She smiles against his mouth*

"Good."

It's surprising how often that word comes out as a low, blatantly sexual growl when he's around her.

*She loves the possessiveness in that sound. It's odd, because normally she either freaks out or lashes out when guys act that way but with Lee...It's so unlike him that it's another thing that means he cares about her*

She is his in almost as many ways as he belongs to her. It used to scare him, the idea of investing so much of yourself in another person, but this is Kara, and it's inevitable.

*She pulls away*

You're not dancing, Captain Adama. Something wrong with the way I dance?

He grins, pressing his fingertips into her back, twirling them around a little.

"You keep distracting me."

You're easily distracted. All I have to do is mention black lace underwear and you stop dancing...

He pauses, making that statement absolutely true.

"Well... yeah..."

Brand new, never worn before...Pretty sexy, I think.

"I do too."

He smiles a little sheepishly.

"Then again, I think everything you wear is pretty sexy"

Tanks and ugly baggy shorts?

He grins broadly.

"Sexy as all hell."

Seriously?

*She looks surprised*

Flight suit?

"Kara... I think that possibly the only thing I can imagine you mot looking sexy in is... gods, I don't know, some weird mumu or something."

Or a body bag, but that's not ever to be thought about.

Are you sure you don't have some kind of weird fetish? Not that I'm complaining. If you want to have a Kara Thrace fetish, go for it.

"Hmm... I think you may have hit on something there."

He seems utterly unconcerned about this, leaning back his hands still in her hips, keeping their lower halves pressed together.

*She shifts her hips with the beat and throws her arms over her head*

He raises his hands a little, so they're supporting the small of her back and leans forward, molding her into the arch of his body, pressing hot kisses across her throat and shoulders.

*She sighs and presses her body towards his mouth, arching in to him. The time for being in public is rapidly ending*

So it is. He flicks his tongue into the hollow of her throat, swaying back and forth in time with the music.

*She brings her arms down to wrap around his neck*

Lee...still in the middle of the bar...

"Yeah, so?"

He nuzzles into the bend of her neck.

"You aren't an ounce less naked than you were before we started dancing."