Acrobatics
By Jen Lmr
Date: March 2001
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Pairing: Starbuck/Apollo
Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own them. Would anyone really think I did if
I didn't put this disclaimer on?
Summary: Apollo and Starbuck enjoy an evenings festivities.
The celebration was in full swing when the two warriors arrived. They hadn't
meant to show up so late but they'd gotten *busy* with other things.
The dark-haired warrior held out his hand to his blond companion. "Shall we?"
Starbuck gave his lover a sunny smile. "Shall we what?"
"Don't even start with me. You're insatiable!" Apollo swatted playfully at
his lover.
They entered the main hall of the Rising Star. The Captain was no fool. He
quickly grabbed his love's arm before he could head off to lose himself, and
all of his cubits, in a game of chance.
"Oh, no. You promised," he admonished.
Starbuck gave him a mock pout but followed his companion to a seat near the
stage where they could get a good view of the entertainment.
The first act was a band that was quite good. The second act consisted of some
acrobats that performed some completely amazing feats. Apollo couldn't help but
notice that during the second show Starbuck had grown increasingly restless and
kept squirming in his seat.
"Don't tell me you're getting bored already? We haven't even been sitting here
for an entire centar," the Captain complained.
"Trust me," the blond gave him a pained look. "Boredom is *not* my problem."
Apollo gave him a puzzled look. "Then was is it? You haven't been able to sit
still for at least a half of a centar. If you want to go to the gaming tables
that badly, then fine, we'll go," he finished with a mild note of irritation in
his voice.
"No, no. I swear I don't feel like going to the gaming tables," Starbuck looked
into his Captains green eyes with utmost sincerity.
"Then what *do* you want to do?" His companion was trying mightily not to show
his annoyance.
"Acrobatics." Blue eyes gleamed at him mischievously.
"What?" Green eyes looked back at him in confusion.
"Acrobatics." Came the confident reply.
Understanding slowly dawned on Apollo and a wide smile slowly spread across his
face. "You really are insatiable, you know that, don't you?"
His unrepentant companion gave him a wicked grin and said nothing.
Apollo pondered whether he wanted to leave the celebration this early to go seek
out someplace private for all of a half of a micron, then said forcefully, "Let's
go."
Starbuck gave him a triumphant look before they practically raced to the section
of the ship where private rooms were for rent.
After they waited impatiently at the front desk for what seemed to them an
eternity, the smirking desk clerk handed them a keycard. They dashed off to their
newly acquired lodgings, barely restraining themselves from beginning to strip
their clothes off in the corridor.
*****
The next day the two limping warriors plopped their keycard listlessly on the
front desk and hobbled towards the main exit. When they sat themselves gingerly
on one of the benches in the shuttle docking waiting area, their groans could be
heard throughout the room.
"Who's stupid idea was it to try all those acrobatics?" Starbuck asked.
Apollo gave him a hard look. "Yours?"
"Oh, yeah."
After a moment.
"You're supposed to be the level-headed responsible one," the blond started but
did not finish.
The dark-haired warrior gingerly turned his head and gave his lover an inquisitive
look. "And?"
"Why don't you ever stop me when I come up with these hair-brained ideas?"
Starbuck asked him in a petulant voice.
Apollo would have hit him if he could only get his arm to move.
The End