No Takebacks

"You know what they say..."

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Business Trip

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Last ambrosia in the universe

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Suicide mission

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Strangers in a bar

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[This did not end up the way I wanted and sort of fails the Vegas idea, but it's what came out. Hope no one minds?]

"So, this is it?" Lee asks as they sit on the Raptor wing, watching Bill support Laura a few feet away. Watching little Hera smile up at her father. Glorying in the summer reached after such a long winter.

"Yup," she replies, jiggling it slightly in her hands. Knowing he wasn’t talking about the liquor.

Lee smiles and looks down at her and the bottle. "We should share it," he suggests, catching the flickers of sunlight through the green. It reminding him of the glimmer in her eyes when excited. The way she hasn't been in the longest of times.

"No, Lee. This one is a toast for us." And with that she takes his hand, drawing him across the grass feathered by the winds. Walking him for long minutes; him trailing behind her in body and mind to where in the cool shadows below a tree she sits him down but remains standing. "This is a celebration of us."

Lee's already dry mouth now craves only what moisture she can bring. A craving that deepens when she undresses slowly, then kneels to undress him. Naked, she collects the bottle and takes a sip, then passes it to him. He draws in the fire, it sliding down his throat to warm all the parts of him. She takes it back and tips a little on his one nipple, then licks it off looking up at him as she does so. And for the first time he sees a glimmer of that old green fire.

Throatily, he whispers, "My turn."

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A bet.

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Awww! I love the sense of peace here: their work is done, they just get to celebrate it :)

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Lipstick

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Thanks, it didn't quite work for the prompt idea, but it seemed sweet enough. :)

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So sweet and pretty hot. Very nice.

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*g* Thank you!

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They finish hashing out the mission late into the night and set the papers aside.

Kara yawns widely, then looks up at Lee with despair on her face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

She shakes her head, looking away. “Nothing. Come on. Let’s go get a drink.” Kara leads the way to the quarters she’s been assigned, rolling her eyes when Lee comments on the fanciness of Pegasus having private CAG quarters.

Inside she pours them each a glass of ambrosia and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Lee asks again, softer this time.

Kara takes a long swallow. “What happens after, Lee?”

“After the mission?” he asks roughly. “We take out Cain. Like you said.”

She shakes her head and finally meets his eyes. “After that.”

He holds her gaze, all his own regrets reflected there. He doesn’t answer her, doesn’t need to. After that all hell will break loose, and more than likely Cain’s marines will kill them both. Lee knocks back his ambrosia. He puts his glass down, sets Kara’s aside. “We’ve got tonight,” he says. And then he kisses her.

He can taste the liquor on her tongue as he claims her mouth, wrapping her into his arms. Their past kisses have been nothing like this: she’s holding nothing back, and neither is he. Lee pulls at her clothes, needing to touch her, running from his own fear that everything is about to be over.

For a moment they forget it all. They’ve craved this for years, and they finally have it. Kara arches into Lee’s hands on her breasts, screams as he drives into her over and over until she’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Lee holds on to her through all of it, his eyes open, trying to memorize every second.

Eventually their passion ebbs, exhaustion claiming them both, but they lie awake together all night long.

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Oh, that last line is just perfect. Can't leave, can't relax. guh.

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Thanks! I'm actually not sure why the show *didn't* focus on the fact that this was basically a suicide mission...

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I'm actually not sure why the show *didn't* focus on the fact that this was basically a suicide mission...

BSG had an odd habit of not focusing on the more interesting facet of a situation. It should have come up somewhere that Adama was sending his son and surrogate daughter to die. I mean, really.

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Exactly! I have a half-written fic somewhere in which the whole sequence is a parallel to Abraham and Isaac, with Roslin as the "god" figure commanding him to kill his kids... I couldn't get the monotheistic story to fit in there, though :)

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And that's such a cool concept. Although another of the oddities of BSG is the use of, despite lack of fit, Biblical analogies.

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justascrewup2.livejournal.com

No worries. Enjoyed this snippet. C'mon, when is K/L smut ever a bad thing? :)

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justascrewup2.livejournal.com

A bit somber, but with a prompt like that it's kind of impossible not to be. Liked how you did this :)

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callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

Awwww you guys are awesome! The Vegas contingent is proud! ;)

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Hee, just what I was thinking when I posted! Thank you. XD

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Oh, this is so fraught and quite rightly so. The last line is a killer. Perfect.

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Thank you!

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Glad you like it :)

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Hope you're having fun out there!

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winegums.livejournal.com

V. late to seeing this, but had to chip in....I know that the assassination being a suicide mission seems self-evident to some of us, but at least until that point, look at what happened to would-be assassins - Boomer only got locked up for shooting the old man (Cally shooting her on her way to her court-martial was not an officially sanctioned action) and even Gina Six, a Cylon on the Pegasus, was put in the brig instead of getting a bullet to the head (what she endured after she went in the bring, though..)

Hell, even Helo and Chief weren't killed straightaway for what they did to Thorne, i.e. attacking and killing an officer. PapAdama might have hoped that if the mission succeeded and they killed Cain, the worst that would happen would be they'd be taken into custody and he could at least get them out alive and relatively unhurt. Yes, that was excessively optimistic, but going by precedent it wasn't ~impossible.

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winegums.livejournal.com

**GUUUUUUUUHHHH**

This is so much hotness and angst and tension, I cannot get over it. And make no mistake, it is SERIOUSLY HOT (am I repeating myself? But it bears repeating). Also the last line is perfection, I can imagine it going down like this, so much.

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Fair enough, but Cain's people are unpredictable :(

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