Author: regencyg
Title: Sappy Love Songs
Pairing(s): Lee/Dee, Roslin/Adama, Billy/Dee
Spoilers: Between Flight of the Phoenix and Pegasus.
Summary: Apollo catches Dee red-faced and red-handed and she finds quickly that she doesn’t mind so much.
AN: I apologize for the lateness. I waited too long to start. And I tried my best to follow your specs. I love Dee/Lee, but admittedly am the best at neither. Still, it was fun, if not stressful. Three attempts later, I have this. *hugs*

For the bsg_ficathon for treefalls.
Character and/or pairing: Dualla/Lee or Dualla & Lee.
Request :Build on the suggestion of UST in the hand-to-hand combat training scene in ep 2.9 - two days later, two months, two years... whatever. Include any other characters you like.
3 things you want in your fic: humor, some danger, in-character behavior.
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Dee stepped into the crowded room and immediately began looking for Commander Adama. He was standing beside President Roslin in a gaggle of Quorum members, seeming almost to be standing guard against them and their dishonorable intentions. Whether or not she knew that, she looked genuinely glad to have him with her. His solemn, conspiratorial smile spoke that there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Seeing that, the young petty officer was remised to interrupt them. Over the jumbled chatter of the guests, a slow song began to play. As she watched, the Commander leaned in close and whispered something to President. Eying the other guests, she responded. He offered her his arm, with a growing smiled, she accepted it.

In the middle of the dance floor, they swayed as one in stark contrast to their near-violent showdown only a few years old. It gave her pleasure just to watch them together, laughing at some secretive comments that passed between them and moving steadily closer until they danced cheek to cheek.

With all eyes on them, they managed to appear totally isolated. Purposely fading into the onlookers, she thought that perhaps they were better off that way.

Taking her career in to her hands, she came quickly to the conclusion that her orders could wait a few minutes more. It wasn’t life or death; only the vague mutterings of a man so often out of his depth. This time, she’d let sleeping dogs lie. And if the dear Colonel felt the need to press, she’d fall back on her old high school standby. Her dog ate him. Okay, she probably wouldn’t actually say that, but she would think it. And then, she would laugh. A lot.

She was about to leave the celebration when a certain handsome captain crossed her path. He acknowledged her with a nod and continued on his way. When he passed her, her eyes wandered appreciatively down his fine form which, it just so happened filled out his dress gray uniform quite nicely. Good looks must run in that family, Dee thought and shook her head at the shame that there weren’t more Adama’s walking around today.


“Damn,” she whispered under her breath. Just then, be it because he heard her or because he had planned to, Lee Adama turned around and looked at her. There was no sense of urgency in his eyes or obvious reason. He had simply turned around. She held her breath and waited to be duly chastised but, seconds went by and he said nothing. Instead, he walked towards her and stopped just an arm’s length away.

She stood up straight and met his reaction head on. Still, deep down, she was blushing bright red since there was no way he hadn’t noticed her behavior of late. She avoided him in the corridors, spoke briskly, and left group occasions as soon as he arrived. He had to know what was going through her head. And now he was here to put a stop to her rampant teeny bopper-ish behavior. That was the only reason he’d have for watching her so intently. Not to mention, she was supposed to be in CIC, but she was hanging around the Laura’s commissioning party. He rightly might have a few questions for her.

She decided to head him off at the pass. “It’s not what you think.”

He raised his eyebrow and clasped his hands behind his back. “It isn’t?”

“No, sir.”

He took a step forward to where he was just outside her personal space. “What is it then, Petty Officer?”

She swallowed and winced when she found her throat rough like sandpaper. “It’s just that you’re a very attractive man and it’s natural that I, as a woman, would be attracted to you. It’s just chemistry. Though, if I may say, sir, you were looking pretty hard, too. And I know that I’m technically supposed to be in CiC right now, but Colonel Tigh ordered me to retrieve the Commander and I was going to but, he was busy with the President. And I saw you, and you looked handsome and I was just distracted by your overall hotness.”

Dear…Gods, someone save her. Her incredible inclination towards the painfully inappropriate had landed in a hot spot. Why did she do this to herself? Last time, she’d shaken the Commander from his denial and compelled him to reunite the fleet. This time, she’d called his son hot and there was no noble cause behind it. And no excuse. Frak.

Lee’s expressions shifted for a beat before settling on taken aback. “My overall hotness, Dee?” She cleared her throat and looked down, unintentionally giving him another once-over. “You’re staring at my hotness, now, aren’t you?”

She started to smile despite herself. “No, sir. Just looking down respectfully.”

“Of course.” The two of them were quiet then, not completely sure what came next. What did happen though was a dance song began to play and Lee had an idea. “Petty Officer.”

She raised her eyes to meet his. “Yes, sir.”

“Dance with me?” His back was ramrod straight and he wasn’t actually looking at her. More like vaguely over her shoulder and to the right.

“Is that an order, sir?”

“Does it need to be?”

“No, sir.” With a smile that was nothing if not relieved, he offered her his hand. Reminiscent of the way the Commander had taken the President, Captain took the Petty Officer.

He led her to the center of the floor, where they stuck out a bit. He was the CAG, therefore naturally noticeable, but she was a lowly P.O. and not exactly dressed for the occasion. Nonetheless, they danced. Awkwardly, at first, but soon they settled into a groove. His natural rhythm met her natural curves and they moved as one person.

Lee was nervous about holding her this close. He’d nearly made a fool of himself that day in the gym and the last thing he wanted was a repeat performance. Not with this woman, whom he could envision calling more than a sparring partner.

She was something unimaginable. And he hadn’t, in fact, imagined her. She was flesh and blood and breathing, in his arms. She smiled when he was funny and found him attractive. She was kind-hearted and dedicated to the same things he was. She wasn’t living to die; she was living, because she had always been alive. Last, but not least, she was incredibly beautiful. Maybe not in a way that would make a man double-take, but certainly in one that he would remember.

“I did look,” he said softly.

She leaned her closer. “What?”

“I said, I did look.”

“When?”

“That day in the gym.”

She smiled and looked away, her eyes coming to fall on the still dancing ‘First Couple.’ “I know.”

“How did you know?” His brow furrowed in that way that men’s do when they talk to women.

“I felt you looking. I’ve got five brothers, Captain. You think I never learned how to fight at home?”

He started to speak but thought better of it. “I give.”

“Smart man.” He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “Sir.”

“Damn right.” She made the decision to ignore him and finished out the dance in perfect silence, alternatively watching her commanders converse and watching Apollo watch her. Both were rather enjoyable. So, she was more than a little disappointed when the final notes of the music faded into oblivion and it was time for both couples to part.

Unfortunately, that also meant it was time for her to do her job. “I have get the Commander now.”

Lee looked over his shoulder at his father and President, both of whom were blatantly ignoring other people for preferred company. “You could.”

“I have to.”

“Not if you’re given orders to do otherwise.”

She glared suspiciously at him. “What are you implying, sir?”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m saying that if you’re given orders to, I don’t know; leave the Commander alone, you’d have to follow them.”

“Uh huh. The Colonel outranks you,” she challenged him, momentarily forgetting her rank.

“No one said I would be giving the order, Petty Officer.”

“Of course not, sir. Then, who would be giving me these orders?”

“Commander Adama.”

“When will he get the chance to do that if I don’t tell him to?”

He made a vague nodding motion at her logic. “When you tell him.”

She started to pull away. “I do have a job and not doing it could land me in the brig.”

He pulled her back. “I’ve been there. It’s not so bad.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded, flashing her an enigmatic smile. “Yes, and it looks like my father has better things to do now.” He tilted towards the guests of honor again and she almost rolled her eyes. She’d lost count of how long they’d been at the festivities, but the Fleet’s leaders had spent all of it together. Apparently, this next song would be their song too.

“Yes, it does.”

“So, you can either go over there and break up his and the President’s good time, or you can stay here and share this next dance with me.”

“I can?” She stared at him, showing unequivocal doubt.

“You can,” he answered with conviction. He was the CAG, damn it. If he said she could, she could.

“I will.” He seemed satisfied with that.

“Good.” He turned her in a circle, and caught her hand in his. “And maybe, if you‘re agreeable, we can get a drink.”

“I have to--” He implored her with a look.

“Think about it.”

She sighed, completely confused about what she’d just gotten herself in to. “I will. I have. Okay.”

“Well.” This was easier than he remembered it being in high school.

“Okay.” He was better looking than her boyfriend back then.

“Slow dance.” She slid her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders.

“The best kind.”

“I always thought so.”

Dee was in a kind of paradise, resting against his fit body. As he breathed she could feel the strength in his muscles. When he moved, she heard the force in his steps. He was every bit the man, every bit the soldier. He was Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama, a man she wanted to know better.

“I want to know more about you.”

He secured her against him in a hold that was closer that most would consider proper. “You can.”

“I will.” They shared a smile that indefinitely blurred the line between them. She was Dee and he was Lee. They sounded like a sappy love song. It was a secret, but she loved sappy love songs.

Someone bumped into her back and uttered a bewildered, “Excuse me.” She mumbled a reply but paid the person no further attention. At least, not until, “Dee?”

She turned out of Apollo’s embrace quickly, almost losing her balance in the process. He caught her around her waist and pulled her against him as she steadied herself. “Billy. Hi.”

“Hi.” She couldn’t see past that look in his eyes. He was hurt.

Because, Billy knew she loved sappy love songs too.

 

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