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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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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."

*She nods*

True. And I'm not stopping you. Just reminding you.

*She tugs lightly on his hair to bring his mouth to hers*

"Mmm..."

He slides one hand up from her waist to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss, feasting on her mouth.

*She falls into the kiss, still moving to the music, her hips, her feet, and her tongue*

He follows, or is he leading? It doesn't matter, they're in their own little world, and all that they really care about it there in the circle of their arms. He might wonder, if he were thinking of anything at all at the moment, how and when this got so intense, but he's not really surprised by it. Starbuck and Apollo never do things by halves.

*Kara doesn't really know how to halfass things. What she does, she does completely. Her part in this affair got intense when she confessed to Archie how much she had hurt him. If he'd let her, she'd spend the rest of her life making up for what she did to him*

She hasn't done it yet, not in his timeline. Still, he's fairly certain that there's nothing she can do that will make him love her any less. When they're here like this, holding each other... when she told him she loved him... he'd felt like he could truly fly, like his heart was fit to burst. He's never felt that way with anyone else.

*They've basically stopped moving, other than a vague pretense of rocking back and forth while they kiss, but she really doesn't care. This man makes her feel things that she thought her mother had mostly killed. Things whose remnants she thought had vanished when Zak crashed*

She feels like home, more than anything that actually held that title ever has in his entire life. She feels like the place he belongs, and it's almost terrifying.

*Almost? It scares her halfway to running. It frightens her to realize that she's gotten used to waking up with someone. That she's having cozy domestic married thoughts*

He loves it, though it does scare him. He can't imagine having this with anyone but her. He doesn't realize how far gone he really is. He makes another pleased little noise, stroking his tongue along hers. He can never seem to get enough of her.

*She laces her fingers with his and finally pulls back enough to breathe a little*

He looks down at her, eyes dark and hazy with want.

"You know, we're still in the bar..."

I can't hold your hand in public?

*Her brow furrows a little*

Why not?

"Wasn't talking about the hand holding, though it's nice."

He raises their linked hands, brushing a kiss across her fingers.

"I was kind of talking about what happens after the hand holding."

You mean the part where you pin me to a wall to look at my lingerie?