No Takebacks

Lee had been avoiding Racetrack all day since the ridiculous dust-up over his LJ account and his allged "fist" list.

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Not, necessarily, that he wasn't into that sort of thing. He had never tried it, really. But he could've probably be persuaded. Not then though--he just wanted sleep.

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Yeah, sleep. No, a long, hot shower. No, a jacuzzi! Lee groaned, the memory of his apt's outdoor jacuzzi filling him with longing for thos pulsing, hot jets working their magic on the knots in his back.

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Alone for the first time today, he peeled off his sweat-soaked flight suit, letting it fall to the floor and kicking off his boots, leaving them where they fell. Usually this sort of slovenliness was Starbuck's approach, but he was just so frakking tired after the 12 hour CAP. Eyes half closed, he shrugged off his remaining clothes, reliving how easy those times before once were. He took two steps, and stumbled into the closed curtain of his bunk, surprised as something solid and warm reached out for him as he did.

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Kara moved slightly to let Lee fall into bed, while still leaving him without enough room to really get comfy, "Lee Adama, CAG extraordinaire, look at you leaving your clothes strewn across the floor! How should I reward such naughtiness?"

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Lee groaned, "Kara, I'm tired, k? If you're here to frak with me, I'm really not in the mood." Kara smiled, ran her hands down his back, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm not here to frak with you Lee. I'm here to frak you. I thought you told me to be here at 04:00, naked and ready? Just following orders here, sir."

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Uh, I think the last time I tried to help out with one of these, I brought the whole machine to a screeching halt by introducing Gaius Baltar. *_* So... I'll just be over here, watching the fun. And the flisting. Or whatever. (I am so glad that I got my callsign from y'all at D*C this weekend, before the "fisting" incident happened. Otherwise I fear that might have followed me forever... XD Which, OT, but I love my callsign.)

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Wait. What's your call sign?

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Stiletto! XD

With many thanks to Bee and Kiki! :D

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Hee, your callsign should be changed to flist (one syllable of course), bb!! *smiles atcha innocently*

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ThLisT!

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Noooooooooooooo I love my callsign! It is precious to me. As are stilettos.

Maybe I will have to write fic about flisting, though. *_*

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Flisting while wearing stiletto's !

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THIS.

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No, it's ThList. This + flist = ThList!

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Aha! You're getting way too smart here for me dude. Okay. I'll play along.

coffeesuperhero? ThList.

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Nah, it's just this great italian espresso called illy. I'm totally awake now, and going for a walk at 10 pm here in L.A.

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I LOVE Illy! Yummeh.

(Did you get my last PM?)

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The last one I received was 9 hrs ago and I replied to you. Didn't you get it?

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I did. Huh. But it's not there now. Damn LJ. Resending :-)

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LOL. Okay, I can handle that fic, I think. ;)

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Oh, we KNOW you can bb. There's zero doubt that you can, ahem, "handle" that fic. *g*

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Lee's eyes widened. "Oh four hundred? Naked?" He laughed. "I don't think so, Kara. All I want to do now is sleep."

Kara chuckled against his back and slid an arm around his chest. "I got your PM, Lee. And unless someone hijacked your LJ, I am sure it was from you. Stop frakking around."

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"In fact, I'm very impressed with your desire to wiiiiiden your horizons, you naughty, dirty boy."

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"Besides, 'No Takebacks', remember, Lee? That means you owe me a frak. And I don't think I'm gonna leave until I get what I came for...Sir."

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Kara nips at the back of Lee's neck as she tightens her arms around him. "Owww," Lee jumps. Kara licks and gently sucks the red impressions her incisors made. "Mmmm," she moans his Lee's neck as his head tilts back against her. "Or take, as the case may be." Lee laughs, "I'd like to see you try, Lt."

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Lee grumbled, "Frakking Racetrack and her suddenly discovered computer hacking skills. She's gonna be flying donut runs until she's ninety." He made a show of sighing heavily as if frakking Kara was a great chore. When she poked him in the ribs, he burst out laughing and lay down to face her.

Kara gave him a lopsided smile. "I bet she thinks me showing up in your rack would be a shock. Idiot doesn't know we've been frakking for weeks. I bet today's her day to win the pool."

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The low throaty sound of Kara's voice has him hard already. Really, he's been ready since the second he felt her arms around him in the bunk. He sighs, accepting defeat - for all it's worth - that there will be no sleep in the next hour or so. And that's the moment when her hand finally drops down from his chest, reaching lower to grab him, and begin to pump, in that perfect rhythm that Kara Thrace seems to be able to pace without even trying. She knows him in a way no one else does.

Lee clenches his teeth and groans.

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"Gods Kara! Go easy on me, k? I'm exhausted and can't handle your tough love tonight."

Kara snickered, eased up a little and shifted to straddle Lee, "Oh poor baby. Is the CAG running you ragged?" She leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. "Don't worry Lee. I'll be gentle." She shifted her hips and sank down on him.

Lee groaned, grabbed her hips and closed his eyes. "Yessss...."

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