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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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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?

His grin turns wicked.

"I was planning on doing a lot more than just looking at it."

*She smirks and raises an eyebrow*

Wear it yourself? I think you'd stretch it out, Lee...

He raises an eyebrow and can't quite escape the mental picture.

"What would you do if I showed up one day in boxers made of lace?"

Because that would be hilarious.

*She looks momentarily pensive*

Suck you through them.

He leans forward, flicking his tongue against her earlobe.

"Exactly."

*She grins into his hair*

Upstairs. Now.

He grins broadly.

"Yes sir."

*She swats his ass with her free hand and walks towards the stairs, their fingers still laced*

Walk me home, sir?

"Can I ask for a goodnight kiss at your front door?"

*She flirts up through her eyelashes*

I guess so...

He squeezes her hand and heads up the stairs, wondering again at this amazing woman beside him. Sure she drives him crazy sometimes, but for this? Sanity is highly over-rated.

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