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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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[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

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."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

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.