*stares blankly at the screen for a while*

[lyssie]

I want to be thinky and say intelligent things. Instead, I find myself wanting to discuss the finer points of sandwiches, and how french onion soup really is a present from the gods.

AHA. Instead, have some random Dee/Kara, set during Sine Qua Non.

Dee ran a hand over her face, trying not to lose her patience with Starbuck. The pilot was sitting across from her, rambling on about something while they both tried to work on paperwork. Kara had CAG schedules and Dee was working on CIC rosters, and they both needed to get them done and submitted for the Admiral's approval before the hour was up.

"So then the bastards--"

"Captain." Enough was frakking enough. Dee raised her head and glared.

"Lieutenant." Her eyebrows raised. "Something wrong?"

"We need to finish these."

"Yeah, got that the last time you said it."

"Then shut the frak up," Dee suggested, tossing her pen down and wishing she could have thrown it at Starbuck. Or punched her, maybe. And while the violent thought was a little out of place, it was something Kara Thrace inspired in her. Dee wondered if she should be worried about that.

Kara's expression turned smug and satisfied. "Yeah? Make me," she suggested, leaning on the table, her voice dropping a little, "Because I can talk all day, Dee. I've got more than enough stories."

Maybe she should punch her. The thought followed on the heels of Dee's body pulling her to her feet. She was halfway around the table, still trying to decide if that were a good idea. Starbuck leaned back in her chair, obviously expecting--waiting--for Dee to do something violent.

So Dee bent down and kissed her, instead.

For just an instant, she was thinking of it as revenge: Kara Thrace had been Lee Adama's obsession and now she was finding out why. Except that Dee could taste the crap coffee they'd both been drinking and Kara's mouth shifted under hers, and suddenly she was acutely aware that it had been months since the last time she'd had sex.

Lee hadn't even seemed to be concentrating on her, at the time, already wrapped up in Baltar's trial and his sense of injustice over Kara's death.

She pulled back and looked down at the surprised expression on Starbuck's face. "Now will you shut up?"

"Depends."

Trying not to rub her hands on her arms, pressing down the hairs that had risen during the kiss, Dee rolled her eyes. It was always conditions with Starbuck. "On what, Captain?"

"On whether that was just for show or not."

The silence stretched too long, and Dee finally raised her head again, meeting Starbuck's eyes. "I don't know," was her quiet answer before she went back to her chair.

Apparently, that was the right answer: Starbuck kept her mouth shut for the rest of the hour and both schedules were turned in on time and approved.
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[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I have flexible morality. Or something. Otoh, women can sleep around all they want, but the men better toe the line. Mostly. (Sam and Lee can porn it up while Kara's dead, apparently)