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Doesn't like dice games with sharpies and frauds

((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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"Thought you might." She smiled, brushed back a few stray strands of blonde hair and moved in for a gentle, undemanding kiss.

She normally raced into things like this. It meant you had to think it through less. What made it funny was that she had sort of thought it through this time, and she still thought it was a good idea, so it there was no pressure to move it along. They both could use the attention.

With that in mind, it was easy to kiss back just as gently, to close her eyes after a moment and relax into it. Her hands seemed to thread into Una's hair of their own will (much more hair than she's used to and it's really nice, actually, though maybe a strange thing to think of just then) and she figures it's as good a place as any for them to be for now.

After a moment, she drew back a little to catch her breath. Eyes closed, using her fingertips to trace the contours of cheekbone, jawline, ear, nape of neck.

"All right?" she said.

Starbuck kneaded a little at the scalp under her fingertips, giving sharp, small gasps whenever Una's hands ran over someplace sensitive for her.

"Yeah," she breathed. And she leaned forward to place a kiss right in front of Una's ear. Then just beneath it. Then against her jaw.

Una gasped a little and her head tilted back. It was getting hard to keep her hands in line, and she really wanted to; didn't want to push things along too fast, didn't want Kara—Starbuck—Kara, all right, in her own head at least—to panic; wanted to leave her the freedom to stop. Or not.

She traced her way along Starbuck's arms, back up again, across the collarbones. "You're beautiful, you know," she murmured.

Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment.

She'd never really known how to take compliments that didn't involve flying or shooting or mission accomplishments. In fact, she'd scoffed off more in far less intimate situations: No, seriously, very sweet. You love me... ... No, you love me. You can't take it back. There's no take-backs.

There were a lot of reasons she'd never learned. "You don't have to say that," she mumbled on a bit of a nervous laugh, covering it by pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the spot on Una's neck where her thumb had been resting.

She recognised the little evasion and decided to handle it with a light touch. "Of course—ah," and it was really difficult to talk or think for a moment. "Of course I don't," she said finally, gently stroking Starbuck's hair. "But I did want to, as it was on my mind at the time." The sentence came out in fits and starts, and she almost lost track of it about halfway through, but it did finally get said.

She kept stroking Starbuck's hair with one hand, and the other slipped down to rest, warm and still, at her waist.

And that answer was casual enough not to make it uncomfortable.

Drawing back from Una's neck, Starbuck stared at her, running fingers across one eyebrow, the bridge of her nose, tracing her mouth. She parted her lips, and though she didn't say anything, her meaning was hopefully clear. So are you.

With her other hand she tugged one side of her shirt up, slipping the fabric from under Una's fingers until the contact was skin on skin at her waist.

Warm skin and taut muscle under her fingers, neck still tingling almost, the brush of fingertips on her face, that look on Starbuck's face—

So much for self-restraint. (He'd have laughed, probably. And that thought was so very much not up for consideration right now.)

Una slid her hand up further under Starbuck's shirt to her back. Pulled the other woman close and kissed her mouth again, harder this time, almost hungrily.

The first thing that struck Starbuck's mind was how different the body-to-body press felt like this. But it wasn't the first thing that struck the rest of her, apparently, as her arms threw themselves around Una's shoulders, and she surged forward, moaning. This was more her speed most of the time anyway, so she really wasn't complaining.

Her legs were a bit tangled, though, so she shifted them to straddle the other woman's lap.

That was more like it.

Hands everywhere now, and somehow she'd gotten Starbuck's shirt half pulled off, and the heat of her body was going to drive her half mad in a moment, and for someone who'd never been with a woman she certainly was catching on quickly, and what the hell was that cold wet thing in the back of her neck?

The concerned whuffling noise that accompanied the surprising sensation finally registered and Una, half amused and half annoyed, realised that poor Sador must have thought something awful was happening and had come over to investigate. And was snuffling at her hair.

She really hoped that meant her shirt was coming off in a second because she didn't think she could take much more of all this clo--

What?!

"Frakking..." she muttered, pulling back a little, "Sador."

The dog blinked.

"Sador, outside!" And she pointed in the general direction in case Sador had forgotten.

The dog whined pathetically.

Starbuck narrowed her gaze fiercely and leaned just an inch or two in her furry companion's direction. "Take. A walk."

Sador gave a displeased snort then slowly made her way out the entrance.

Once she was gone, Starbuck slouched a bit and sighed, eyes cast down. After another second she gave a short, quiet laugh. Then another. Pretty soon she was giggling madly, and she pressed here forehead to Una's shoulder while her ears went a little pink.

It wasn't long before Una was leaning on Starbuck and laughing helplessly as well, because damn it, it was funny, and Una had forgotten, perhaps, that this thing between people could actually be funny. Which thought only made her laugh harder, for some reason, and gratefully, she hugged Starbuck tightly.

"Poor girl," she said, still giggling. "I'm sure she'll get over it, won't she?"

Starbuck nodded, arms draped around Una's neck. "She's got friends she goes to when she gets on my nerves. I hear they spoil her rotten." She figured it was good for the dog. She had a funny independent streak in her. Gods knew where it came from.

"Anyway, it's not so bad here as it is on Galactica. You have to lock other people out of their bunks to get privacy there, and then they usually come banging on the door just to piss you off. Or you have to tough it out behind a curtain with everyone in the room, and be very," she put a finger to her lips and leaned closer, "very," and closer, "quiet." She brought their foreheads together, smiling.

"Oh, I know how that goes." Been there, done that. Desperate, frantic couplings in the darkness before dawn on the battlefield, in airships, on submarines ... not to mention her own current setup behind the shooting gallery, which wasn't exactly soundproof. (That had been the cause of more than one argument.)

"So how quiet does one have to be here?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to brush her lips over Starbuck's cheek.

"Are you kidding?" She looked around. "I figure if anyone can hear us in here, they were standing at the entrance hoping for something like this to happen."

Starbuck rose up on her knees a bit to give herself the leverage to press closer, and it brought out something that was a hybrid of a laugh and a gasp. "So I wouldn't wouldn't worry too much about getting caught."

That made Una start laughing again, even as she trailed a line of kisses along Starbuck's throat and set about finishing what she'd started with her shirt.

Starbuck tilted her head a hummed a little until she felt the hands at her shirt again. She lifted her arms over her head impatiently, more than ready to be rid of the thing.

That being done, her hands lightly skimming Starbuck's back, Una nodded in the direction of the mattress. "Over there?" she inquired. (Because in all honesty, her knees were starting to get tired of floors.)

"What, you don't like concrete?" Starbuck joked, getting up and offering Una a hand.

"Only sometimes," she said, laughing. "A woman's got to have a bit of variety in her life, after all." She took Starbuck's hand and got to her feet.

She had a funny feeling Una wasn't speaking rhetorically. And if this was variety.... "A little padding never hurt anyone." She grinned and pulled Una over to the mattress, looking her up and down as they went, as though trying to figure out what to take care of next.

Una kicked off her shoes as she went, and as she eased herself down onto the mattress, she untucked her own shirt and pulled it off.

Which action reminded her of the freshly healed pale arc over her hipbone, the lace of marks on her left shoulderblade. Well. No point in calling attention to them; if Starbuck noticed, she noticed, and if she didn't, it was one less thing to explain.

Starbuck decided to match on her that front and got rid of her own shoes as well, then realized that getting rid of her pants would probably be more comfortable with the heat anyway, so she got rid of them as well kneeling down next to the other woman.

If Starbuck noticed a thing, she wasn't likely to bring it up. She had her own scars that she'd just as soon not talk about too, of course, not now. But she would have an interesting time guessing where Una's came from.

After sliding out of her own trousers, Una leaned over and kissed Starbuck's shoulder, hands skimming lightly over bare legs, stomach, back. "You'll let me know, won't you, if anything gets to be uncomfortable for you?" she murmured playfully, and nipped lightly at Starbuck's collarbone.

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