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fic: newbsg, Dualla/Lee, When I close my eyes
Disclaimer:not mine. rating: er. 13.
spoilers: LYDB2.
Pairing: Anastasia Dualla/Lee Adama
Notes: ...no, I don't know where this came from, either.
Length: 500.
When I close my eyes
by ALC Punk!
Anastasia doesn't often ask herself the motives behind her relationship with Lee Adama. It started as nothing more than attraction. Sparks flying, and stupid cliches that her brother would have mocked her for. But then it became something different. He wasn't leaving her, he was leaving Galactica.
True to his word, he still saw her. Still sees her, even. Though she wonders what he sees in her. Is it that she is simply so different from Starbuck, from the other women he's dated, that she fits what he is now?
Or have neither of them changed, and this really is nothing more than physical attraction.
He's on one knee, the perfect knight in armor. Like and unlike Billy in his proposing. More sure of himself, but Billy had been... Billy had been more real.
It hurts, thinking that. Like it hurts not knowing whether this is what he truly wants.
"Well?"
She's been too quiet, and she's not supposed to be. She's supposed to be smiling and laughing and shrieking and saying yes. And for one dreadful moment, she thinks she will. But she needs more. "I.. Lee." She licks her lips. "I need to know something, before I answer."
His eyes darken, as if he's expecting her rejection. Not counting on it, but Lee Adama expects the women in his life to give up after a certain time.
And she can't say yes just to make him feel wanted. She needs more than to be his mother, or the substitute for something else. "Lee, I need to know. Do you... Do you love me?"
It's not what he was expecting her to say, and he looks a little surprised. His eyes are clear when he meets her gaze. "To be honest, I... I'm not sure I know exactly what love is, Anastasia. It's... I think I do."
Honesty and truth are colder than a lie would have been, but she's grateful for them. "Thank you."
Awkwardly, he pulls his hands free and stands. "I'll, ah, go now. If you don't want--"
"Lee." She catches his arm, meets his gaze again. If he can be honest, so can she. "I don't know if I love you, either. But I think I'd like to be married to you."
"You--you would?"
"Yes."
A grin breaks out on his lips, and he catches her by the waist, swinging her up and whooping. "You would!"
She grabs his shoulders, laughing at his exuberance. "Yes, I would. And..." She leans close enough to kiss him gently. "I think I do love you, sometimes."
"I think I know what you mean," he whispers before tugging her closer and turning his face into her neck.
Yeah. And maybe he does. And maybe she's going after something that's fleeting. But she thinks she can build on this, stake out a life all her own without someone else having to give it to her. It's why, ultimately, she couldn't have Billy. He wanted to give her the world. Lee Adama just wants to give her himself.
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spoilers: LYDB2.
Pairing: Anastasia Dualla/Lee Adama
Notes: ...no, I don't know where this came from, either.
Length: 500.
When I close my eyes
by ALC Punk!
Anastasia doesn't often ask herself the motives behind her relationship with Lee Adama. It started as nothing more than attraction. Sparks flying, and stupid cliches that her brother would have mocked her for. But then it became something different. He wasn't leaving her, he was leaving Galactica.
True to his word, he still saw her. Still sees her, even. Though she wonders what he sees in her. Is it that she is simply so different from Starbuck, from the other women he's dated, that she fits what he is now?
Or have neither of them changed, and this really is nothing more than physical attraction.
He's on one knee, the perfect knight in armor. Like and unlike Billy in his proposing. More sure of himself, but Billy had been... Billy had been more real.
It hurts, thinking that. Like it hurts not knowing whether this is what he truly wants.
"Well?"
She's been too quiet, and she's not supposed to be. She's supposed to be smiling and laughing and shrieking and saying yes. And for one dreadful moment, she thinks she will. But she needs more. "I.. Lee." She licks her lips. "I need to know something, before I answer."
His eyes darken, as if he's expecting her rejection. Not counting on it, but Lee Adama expects the women in his life to give up after a certain time.
And she can't say yes just to make him feel wanted. She needs more than to be his mother, or the substitute for something else. "Lee, I need to know. Do you... Do you love me?"
It's not what he was expecting her to say, and he looks a little surprised. His eyes are clear when he meets her gaze. "To be honest, I... I'm not sure I know exactly what love is, Anastasia. It's... I think I do."
Honesty and truth are colder than a lie would have been, but she's grateful for them. "Thank you."
Awkwardly, he pulls his hands free and stands. "I'll, ah, go now. If you don't want--"
"Lee." She catches his arm, meets his gaze again. If he can be honest, so can she. "I don't know if I love you, either. But I think I'd like to be married to you."
"You--you would?"
"Yes."
A grin breaks out on his lips, and he catches her by the waist, swinging her up and whooping. "You would!"
She grabs his shoulders, laughing at his exuberance. "Yes, I would. And..." She leans close enough to kiss him gently. "I think I do love you, sometimes."
"I think I know what you mean," he whispers before tugging her closer and turning his face into her neck.
Yeah. And maybe he does. And maybe she's going after something that's fleeting. But she thinks she can build on this, stake out a life all her own without someone else having to give it to her. It's why, ultimately, she couldn't have Billy. He wanted to give her the world. Lee Adama just wants to give her himself.
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Liked the fic, came over very real. Flawed Dee - Very flawed Lee and lovely missing BIlly. Miss Billy, In my opinion he is in a way what brought them together and has contributed to them 'kinda' loving each other. They don't seem to have that 'supposed ease' with each other or are very certain about the others' reaction.