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Nov. 11th, 2002 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceAnother BSG thing:
He's not sure when it started. Doesn't know if it was the first look, or the first touch. All he knows is that he looked into blue eyes and was lost, looked into a sea of blue and gave himself up to be drowned. And he knows that they waited, waited until their friendship was secure and their lives were so entwined it didn't matter anymore. Knows that it happened exactly when it was meant to. That he reached out and felt fingers encircle his, strong, soft, needed. Felt lips on his own, heat spreading through his body with every touch. Heat so searing it branded the kiss into his soul for all time. Knows that if the Lords of Kobol planned anything they planned this, because he knows this was meant to happen, knows it had to happen.
"'Pol?"
And the voice jolts him slightly, memories of lips and fingers, kisses and caresses still with him.
"You were a million miles away."
Soft laughter framed by a wry grin that he carries with him always.
"I was just thinking."
"What about?"
"You." What else is there? What else sees him through any night? Because if there is anything then he hasn't found it, doubts if he would even want to.
A hand reaches out, rests softly, feeling the rise and fall of Starbuck's chest, knowing his own heart beats in tandem. There is no other way he would have it, no other way he would want it. This man is everything to him, and Apollo thanks the Lords at every opportunity.
"I love you."
And in the darkness, they're the only words he wants to say, the only words he needs to.
~
*sigh* I have got to start writing actual proper fic {g}
He's not sure when it started. Doesn't know if it was the first look, or the first touch. All he knows is that he looked into blue eyes and was lost, looked into a sea of blue and gave himself up to be drowned. And he knows that they waited, waited until their friendship was secure and their lives were so entwined it didn't matter anymore. Knows that it happened exactly when it was meant to. That he reached out and felt fingers encircle his, strong, soft, needed. Felt lips on his own, heat spreading through his body with every touch. Heat so searing it branded the kiss into his soul for all time. Knows that if the Lords of Kobol planned anything they planned this, because he knows this was meant to happen, knows it had to happen.
"'Pol?"
And the voice jolts him slightly, memories of lips and fingers, kisses and caresses still with him.
"You were a million miles away."
Soft laughter framed by a wry grin that he carries with him always.
"I was just thinking."
"What about?"
"You." What else is there? What else sees him through any night? Because if there is anything then he hasn't found it, doubts if he would even want to.
A hand reaches out, rests softly, feeling the rise and fall of Starbuck's chest, knowing his own heart beats in tandem. There is no other way he would have it, no other way he would want it. This man is everything to him, and Apollo thanks the Lords at every opportunity.
"I love you."
And in the darkness, they're the only words he wants to say, the only words he needs to.
~
*sigh* I have got to start writing actual proper fic {g}
