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Kara "Starbuck" Thrace (til_we_cant) wrote in brightlightlogs,

"You love it," she quipped, grinning widely at him. The snarking between the two of them had been from moment one, when they'd first met on Caprica. It was easy. It flowed like water, and had been so dammed up lately that it was like a floodgate had broken. Kara could breathe again.

She could play at being mean to Sam, not actually be mean, like she had been.

Kara pulled herself into his lap and grabbed her bottle again, curling against his chest to look out over the city as he mentioned the view. It was beautiful, even if they were in the desert. A gentle breeze blew over her skin, and she sighed, closing her eyes against it.

Earth. Somehow, she'd gotten here. Her destiny was fulfilled, and now she could just relax and be. Sure, she was itching like a stim junkie to get into a Viper, but other than that? She could learn to not be on a lone battlestar protecting the last remaining humans in the galaxy with a tenuous at best truce with the Cylons.

Sitting on a balcony in Sam's arms with a bottle of booze and a spectacular view? That definitely sounded much more appealing.

"Not a gods damned view like it. Want to explore the city with me soon?" She turned her gaze to his face, leaning in to nip at his jaw before taking a few long gulps from her bottle.