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[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"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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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She looks momentarily pensive*

Suck you through them.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He leans forward, flicking his tongue against her earlobe.

"Exactly."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She grins into his hair*

Upstairs. Now.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He grins broadly.

"Yes sir."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

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

Walk me home, sir?

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

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

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She flirts up through her eyelashes*

I guess so...

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

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.