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19 December 2005 @ 06:46 pm
Late fic for Bea  
Title: Gravity
Author: lpmufinfiend
Rating: R
Summary: Lee tries a distraction, and it doesn't work. All's well in the end, though...
Spoilers: S2, first and second halves (for relationship developments and near-misses thereof)
Disclaimer: I don't own Battlestar Galactica or any BSG characters. I haven't made any money off of this.
(A/N: huge apologies for lateness, I was waiting on a beta that never came. Thus this is unbeta'd, and any mistakes are my fault and I apologize for them in advance.)


That’s the first thing he notices. She wears makeup.

It isn’t much, a little eyeliner—well, not a little, really, but you can’t see it as much on her, against her darker skin and eyes. Enough of that and enough rouge on her cheeks to make her glow a little in low light. Lee tells himself he likes it, likes the change. Kara doesn’t wear any.

Her hand rests on his across the table, and they talk. They have no inside jokes or much shared memory, but that’s what he’s trying to avoid, so it’s all kind of nice. He’s had enough to drink, that everything seems kind of… nice. Dee leans in closer, and she smells like rosehips and book dust and it’s nice, and he knows he isn’t going to kiss her, but he leans in, too. He thinks she knows this isn’t going to go anywhere, because he’s Apollo and her dress is still on.

Dee is lovely. Lovely, lovely, like summer in the countryside and sunhats and fields of lavender. Like expensive, fruity, bubbly ambrosia from Aquaria that, regardless of quantity, could never get you drunk off your ass.

He asks for the check.


The bunkroom is dark and almost full—only Starbuck, it appears, is out of her bunk. Lee would worry, but he counts all four of the male pilots and nuggets safe in their racks. He doesn’t know why it’s a comfort, but it is.

Apollo takes off his shirt, pleased for once at being able to without a gaggle of women ogling his biceps (and Gods know what else). He puts his arms out tentatively, and, hearing no sound, draws them up and backwards to stretch his shoulders. He rolls his head around on his neck.

No giggles. But wait—was that a snort?

Lee turns around, already sheepish, into the face of Starbuck, which is illuminated by the hallway light and bright red from the strain of containing her laughter. She makes a hiccupping noise, and suddenly dissolves into a fit of them on the ground.

“Adama,” she manages, gasping, “You are the vainest ma—“

But she’s cut off, when Lee turns around sharply and drops his pants.


Technically, he’s still wearing boxers, but—Ooh. He’s playing that way, is he? Kara laughs, in a humming sort of way. “The vainest man I’ve ever met.”

She steps closer, and closer still. Her fingers curl around his bare upper arm.
“But at least you’ve got the muscle to back it up,” she whispers, half a dare and half a consolation. She takes off running in the direction of the gym.


Ten minutes later, Lee arrives to the sight of Starbuck taping her hands. She rips the tape over two thumbs, and tosses him the roll and a pair of frayed gloves. She slips on her own, and waits.

Lee fumbles at first, being that he’s a bit tipsy, but catches up quick enough. In all of five minutes they’re on guard, shifting in their stances.



Starbuck gets the first punch, tagging him just above the stomach. His block is too slow, so he gives up on defense of any sort and tries to make whatever sort of contact he can. He’s clumsy and misses when he swings at her nose, skittering across her cheekbone instead. He would’ve missed entirely had Kara thought to duck, but he never went after her face, so she hadn’t been expecting it. Her glove comes up to rub beneath her eye, and Lee stops.

“Kara, are you—“ but before he can finish, he’s on his back with no air in his lungs. Kara kneels beside his torso and quirks an eyebrow.

“Rule number one, flyboy? Never stop,” she says, smiling broadly as if surveying her
catch. She looks like a wolf, or a butcher poised, as her eyes roam a little, but not too far. Suddenly she sets to tenderizing his chest and shoulders with her fists, adding injury to this atrocious insult.

She stops as quickly, and ruffles his hair with one glove before ripping it off with her teeth. Her newly liberated hand traces a path down his face, down his tanks, snagging a moment on the top hem and then trailing lower down across his chest—and here he shivers-- but she goes lower still, until her fingernails scrape over his hip and climb back up an inch to the edge of his shirt. She grasps a handful and starts to pull.

Lee’s drunk, but he’s not that drunk.

“Kara, wait.” His hand reaches out to still hers, slowly finding purchase on her wriggling fingers. “Not here,” he says, looking pointedly from her to the door, then back to her face again. She’s pouting softly, forehead creased.

“Where, then?” she sighs, wresting her hands away and throwing them up in the air.

“I don’t know, a bed, maybe?”

She rolls her eyes. “Lee, really. Where else is there?”

He struggles up to his elbows and shrugs. “I don’t know, we’ll find someplace. Just not here.”

Kara groans disgustedly and helps herself up, extending a hand down to Lee. “You know you’re no fun, right?”

Lee stands and catches her eye. He grins.

“Oh, I’m plenty of fun, Lieutenant, in a room with a locking door.”
adafrogadafrog on December 20th, 2005 03:01 am (UTC)
Interesting. Love the contrast.
Katelpmufinfiend on December 20th, 2005 03:04 am (UTC)
Thank you. Yeah, kind of where I was going with it, I think...
Sel: BSG - L/K crashnburnseldearslj on December 21st, 2005 09:57 am (UTC)
Nice snapshot of the Lee/Dualla, Lee/Kara contrasts!

Wouldn't mind seeing more if you had it in you!
Katelpmufinfiend on December 21st, 2005 12:26 pm (UTC)

Re: more-- if you mean, as in, making it longer, the only reason I didn't was because for once, I went into it with an end in mind (guess who's been lurking at your LJ...) And I chickened out of writing smut. The request was for a happy ending, so...

If it was just for me, I might tack on an extra scene, but it would wreck the happy ending...
(Anonymous) on December 27th, 2005 04:38 pm (UTC)
Late fic for Bea :-)
Hi there,

I'm the mysterious, no lj Bea. ;-)

Thanks so much for writing this fic for me. I enjoyed it! The contrast between Dee and Kara was very well done. :-)

Thanks again,

Katelpmufinfiend on December 27th, 2005 10:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Late fic for Bea :-)
No problem! I tried to give it a happy ending, per request, but I don't suppose Dee will be too thrilled the next morning...