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((Occurs sometime the week after Bad Fanon Day and the subsequent fallout. Closed to Una and Starbuck.))

Despite occasional temptations to do so, Una had still not cracked open the bottle of moonshine that John Crichton had sent to her back when she'd first arrived.

Given events of the last several days, the temptation was now overwhelming.

She hated drinking alone, though, and being in one of those moods where she wanted to blame the entire male gender for everything that was wrong with the universe, she had absolutely no desire to drink with any of the men or male beings of her acquaintance.

She'd done a fairly crap job of making female friends in this place. She liked Psyche, but there was something eerily not quite right about boozing up with a goddess, especially one who could see through a person with alarming accuracy. Which—

Of course. Starbuck. They'd scarcely seen each other at all since Una had arrived, more was the pity, and that needed to be remedied. And this was as good an excuse as any.

Starbuck,

So I'm not at all sure why I haven't written or visited sooner, as I did enjoy talking to you when I arrived here. Can I make that up to you by offering a drink? I'm afraid it's only the local moonshine, but it's better than nothing. Your place or mine?

-Una Persson

((ETA: Rated PG-13 to R for not especially moderately explicit, but and pretty unmistakable femmeslashiness.))

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Starbuck didn't beg. She didn't plea or beseech or politely request. She rarely even asked.

Except when it came to this. For this, she had absolutely no shame.

"Please," she said softly, making a good show of it, just enough of a pitch in her voice to prove how pitiful she'd be if she was denied. "Oh, please."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Good girl." And she bit down lightly on Starbuck's earlobe as she picked up that rhythm again.

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Starbuck knew her hands were only going to be able to do so much at this point, but she did manage to slip a leg between Una's and push it up high as she rocked tight against her deft fingers.

Something about those two words struck her funny, though, even as the tone of them raced straight down with her blood. "Even... my own mother didn't... didn't call me that," she said with a near laugh, tilting into those gentle teeth.

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"Suppose it depends on how you look at it," Una breathed (ignoring, for now, the oddness of Starbuck's comment and what it might mean). "From where I'm standing, you're a very. Very. Good. Girl." Each word punctuated with a deliberate movement of her hand. "Or very very bad."

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She grinned, sucked in a breath bit by bit with each motion. She laughed again. "Now that one I'm more used to," Starbuck pressed out in a high voice, and her jaw went rigged a moment and she strained against the pressure.

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Una pressed a line of kisses along Starbuck's jaw, then kissed her deeply on the mouth, the movements of her hand gently relentless throughout.

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Starbuck finally felt every part of her body flushing hot with a rush of blood. She had to give Una a lot of credit; with how long it had been, this probably should have gone faster, but it's only just now that she's feeling her toes curl in preparation. She cried out into Una's mouth when she was kissed and thrashed a little as she felt that sweeping dip in her stomach, that charge that flew up her spine and gave her the chills.

She tilted her head back at the end and took in great gasps of air. Just a minute, that was all she needed to reorder her head, she thought. Her fingers stroked down whatever skin she could find.

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Perfect. Utterly gorgeous. It took Una's breath away.

She pressed close, offering the warmth of her own body to soothe, and drew her hand back in careful stages, easing Starbuck back down to earth. Trailed her fingers up Starbuck's side before taking them into her own mouth.

"Take your time, darling," she murmured, and trailed a wet fingertip lightly over Starbuck's lower lip. "Not a hurry in the world."

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She drew that fingertip into her mouth for a moment, let her tongue trace it, held the knuckle between her teeth. There may not have been any actual hurry, but Starbuck was gearing up anyway; she wanted her turn to try, to see if she'd be able to manage it as well this hand had.

Releasing Una's finger, she passed her own hand over Una's hip, kneading a little with her thumb over the bone. "Wow," she said, a catch of a laugh in her voice, proving she was well aware of how inadequate the sentiment was.