The Return-table, PG
Written as a silly fluffy continuation of winegums story The Return for Black Market Trading Week at no_takebacks
All the apologies to her for failing to complete it in the allotted time, but deadlines are made to be broken. :D
“Can't even lay off bossing me around after I save your sorry hide, can you? What's a girl gotta do to get some respect around here, huh?” She asked grinning and shaking her head in mock disbelief as she headed for the exit hatch. Feeling his pursuit without needing to look back to confirm it, she teased under her breath just loud enough to catch his ears, “CAG for one frakking day and already a tyrant.”
Jogging to catch her and still buzzing with adrenaline and the other myriad of unnameable sensations she always elicited in him, he tugged her close again with a lazy arm thrown back around her shoulders. Grinning, he promised, “I take it all back, Kara. Every uncharitable thing I've ever told everyone we've ever met about you. Which was quite a bit of stuff actually now that I think about it. You, my deranged darling, are my personal guardian angel and I owe you one.” He paused considering, before adding gallantly. “Maybe two.”
The corners of her mouth tugged up at his antics. He was always at his best like this. They were at their best like this. Silly and slaphappy and teasing and easy. Shrugging his arm off and pushing him away with relish, she groaned, “Oh Gods, just what I need, another adoring fan. I quite prefer you taciturn and tight-assed actually. Quick, say something awful and save us both before being nice to each other turns habit.”
He thought on that for a moment before stopping and, turning towards her, reached to take her hands into his. Her breath caught in surprise and she wondered whether he'd noticed the slight tremble in her fingers.
“Kara.” He told her solemnly. “You are the worst. The Gods honest most rubbish pilot I've even seen.”
“Really?” She asked drolly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“Oh yeah!” He continued barreling on, his thumbs circling gently over the tops of her palms. “No doubt. Utter garbage. Not to mention that on top of that, your overall hygiene really leaves something to be desired.
“Ya don't say?” She asked with a quirk of her head.
“I do.” He went on, leaning in to sniff her, too close to her cheek for her comfort. She gulped audibly. “I've found better smelling feet in the pilots locker and by the way princess, whoever gave you that god's awful hack job of a hair cut, should be executed.” And after a beat and a squeeze of her hands, he added with an offhand shrug. “If the cylons haven't got to it first. And I mean that,” he promised, placing his hand over his chest, “from the bottom of my heart.”
They managed to hold it together for all off five seconds before dissolving into a fit of hysterical giggles that caught the glances of the other occupants of the causeway. Punching his arm savagely, she said, “That's the Lee I know and love. A perfect ass through and through.”
"Perfect?" He asked pretending to be scandalized. "You really have an obsession with my ass, do know know that?"
"And you with my sanity." She smiled back sweetly. "And if you ever call me princess again, that perfect ass of yours will regret it."
"Ohh." He teased her, leaning close. "Kinky."
Turning, they kept walking on both smiling broadly ahead; cheaters of death, masters of the universe, top of the world and impervious to all harms. She threaded her arm into his and leaned conspiratorially into his side. As they barreled through the doors to the CIC, brash and grinning like mad fools, they were quickly brought crashing back to themselves as an angry voice jolted them out of their private world.
“What the hell were you thinking?! Have you both completely lost your minds?!" Came Bill's gruff bark.
Lee jumped at the sudden intrusion of reality. Kara pulled her arm hastily from Lees'. They froze, still and rigid, like scolded puppies...for all of five seconds, before turning to catch eyes and immediately melting uncontrollably into hysterical fits of laughter once again.
Bill watched in disbelief as they struggled to pull themselves together. Instead they both choked through tears and gasps, holding their stomachs and trying in vain to point blame towards the other. When it became clear that the spectacle was only escalating, Bill waved his hand, shooing them away.
"You're both dismissed. I'll talk to the pair of you fools later."
Tripping over one another in their haste for the door, they just laughed harder.
All the apologies to her for failing to complete it in the allotted time, but deadlines are made to be broken. :D
“Can't even lay off bossing me around after I save your sorry hide, can you? What's a girl gotta do to get some respect around here, huh?” She asked grinning and shaking her head in mock disbelief as she headed for the exit hatch. Feeling his pursuit without needing to look back to confirm it, she teased under her breath just loud enough to catch his ears, “CAG for one frakking day and already a tyrant.”
Jogging to catch her and still buzzing with adrenaline and the other myriad of unnameable sensations she always elicited in him, he tugged her close again with a lazy arm thrown back around her shoulders. Grinning, he promised, “I take it all back, Kara. Every uncharitable thing I've ever told everyone we've ever met about you. Which was quite a bit of stuff actually now that I think about it. You, my deranged darling, are my personal guardian angel and I owe you one.” He paused considering, before adding gallantly. “Maybe two.”
The corners of her mouth tugged up at his antics. He was always at his best like this. They were at their best like this. Silly and slaphappy and teasing and easy. Shrugging his arm off and pushing him away with relish, she groaned, “Oh Gods, just what I need, another adoring fan. I quite prefer you taciturn and tight-assed actually. Quick, say something awful and save us both before being nice to each other turns habit.”
He thought on that for a moment before stopping and, turning towards her, reached to take her hands into his. Her breath caught in surprise and she wondered whether he'd noticed the slight tremble in her fingers.
“Kara.” He told her solemnly. “You are the worst. The Gods honest most rubbish pilot I've even seen.”
“Really?” She asked drolly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“Oh yeah!” He continued barreling on, his thumbs circling gently over the tops of her palms. “No doubt. Utter garbage. Not to mention that on top of that, your overall hygiene really leaves something to be desired.
“Ya don't say?” She asked with a quirk of her head.
“I do.” He went on, leaning in to sniff her, too close to her cheek for her comfort. She gulped audibly. “I've found better smelling feet in the pilots locker and by the way princess, whoever gave you that god's awful hack job of a hair cut, should be executed.” And after a beat and a squeeze of her hands, he added with an offhand shrug. “If the cylons haven't got to it first. And I mean that,” he promised, placing his hand over his chest, “from the bottom of my heart.”
They managed to hold it together for all off five seconds before dissolving into a fit of hysterical giggles that caught the glances of the other occupants of the causeway. Punching his arm savagely, she said, “That's the Lee I know and love. A perfect ass through and through.”
"Perfect?" He asked pretending to be scandalized. "You really have an obsession with my ass, do know know that?"
"And you with my sanity." She smiled back sweetly. "And if you ever call me princess again, that perfect ass of yours will regret it."
"Ohh." He teased her, leaning close. "Kinky."
Turning, they kept walking on both smiling broadly ahead; cheaters of death, masters of the universe, top of the world and impervious to all harms. She threaded her arm into his and leaned conspiratorially into his side. As they barreled through the doors to the CIC, brash and grinning like mad fools, they were quickly brought crashing back to themselves as an angry voice jolted them out of their private world.
“What the hell were you thinking?! Have you both completely lost your minds?!" Came Bill's gruff bark.
Lee jumped at the sudden intrusion of reality. Kara pulled her arm hastily from Lees'. They froze, still and rigid, like scolded puppies...for all of five seconds, before turning to catch eyes and immediately melting uncontrollably into hysterical fits of laughter once again.
Bill watched in disbelief as they struggled to pull themselves together. Instead they both choked through tears and gasps, holding their stomachs and trying in vain to point blame towards the other. When it became clear that the spectacle was only escalating, Bill waved his hand, shooing them away.
"You're both dismissed. I'll talk to the pair of you fools later."
Tripping over one another in their haste for the door, they just laughed harder.