Much longer than a drabble ;_; LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!!
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Title: Lee's Pretty Shirt: the real reason Lee left Galactica. OR Gay Shirt of Gayness +5: Roll for Save, Gaius Baltar!
"I love you, Lee Adama!" The voice was high but masculine. Definitely not a woman's unless that woman was Kara Thrace. Which it wasn't.
From his place in the canteen, Lee sighed and shoved the drink that had just been brought to him - "Complements of a secret admirer," the barman had said - as far away from him as possible, which happened to be towards his ex-wife.
"Gaius Baltar is staring at us," Dee announced, picking up the glass.
"I don't want to know." He reached out and grabbed the drink as Dee brought it to her lips. "Don't drink that!" he hissed. "You don't know what he could've put in there!"
The disgust wrinkled on her face. "You're right. It could have an aphrodisiac."
Lee glared over his shoulder. Baltar waved and blew him a kiss. Oh Gods of Kobol....His cult bunny escort - small breasts, dark hair, pale skin, maybe a year or two short of legal, though Lee really didn't want to know - returned Lee's glare. He would have to lock his door tonight.
"It's the shirt," Dee told him, in her matter-of-fact voice. "I told you when you picked it up at that market that it would make you look-"
"It does not," he growled in a whisper, hunching towards her and giving her a desperate look to say no more. "It's...fashionable."
"And this is why I divorced you.
He frowned and looked down at the shirt, his fingers tracing the v neckline. "Look, just because Gaius Baltar -"
"And Felix and Karl and-"
Dee stopped, her eyes falling on something behind him. He turned around.
Anders stood in front of him, hands shoved in his pockets and an odd look on his face, salaciously eying Lee's v-neck sweater. Lee fought the urge to cower in his chair.
"Hey," said Anders, his voice distant and dreamlike.
Lee opened his mouth and gaped fishlike until the words came up. "Can I - Is there something I can do for you?"
Anders shook his head. "No. I just wanted to say..." He licked his lips. Lee heard Dee's failed attempt at suppressing a giggle. "Nice shirt."
Dee had laughed for ten minutes, during which Anders had slipped away and had taken a seat at the bar, where he now ogled Lee along with the rest of the men.
"Anders," she gasped proudly. A new addition to the list.
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Much longer than a drabble ;_; LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!!
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Title: Lee's Pretty Shirt: the real reason Lee left Galactica. OR Gay Shirt of Gayness +5: Roll for Save, Gaius Baltar!
"I love you, Lee Adama!" The voice was high but masculine. Definitely not a woman's unless that woman was Kara Thrace. Which it wasn't.
From his place in the canteen, Lee sighed and shoved the drink that had just been brought to him - "Complements of a secret admirer," the barman had said - as far away from him as possible, which happened to be towards his ex-wife.
"Gaius Baltar is staring at us," Dee announced, picking up the glass.
"I don't want to know." He reached out and grabbed the drink as Dee brought it to her lips. "Don't drink that!" he hissed. "You don't know what he could've put in there!"
The disgust wrinkled on her face. "You're right. It could have an aphrodisiac."
Lee glared over his shoulder. Baltar waved and blew him a kiss. Oh Gods of Kobol....His cult bunny escort - small breasts, dark hair, pale skin, maybe a year or two short of legal, though Lee really didn't want to know - returned Lee's glare. He would have to lock his door tonight.
"It's the shirt," Dee told him, in her matter-of-fact voice. "I told you when you picked it up at that market that it would make you look-"
"It does not," he growled in a whisper, hunching towards her and giving her a desperate look to say no more. "It's...fashionable."
"And this is why I divorced you.
He frowned and looked down at the shirt, his fingers tracing the v neckline. "Look, just because Gaius Baltar -"
"And Felix and Karl and-"
Dee stopped, her eyes falling on something behind him. He turned around.
Anders stood in front of him, hands shoved in his pockets and an odd look on his face, salaciously eying Lee's v-neck sweater. Lee fought the urge to cower in his chair.
"Hey," said Anders, his voice distant and dreamlike.
Lee opened his mouth and gaped fishlike until the words came up. "Can I - Is there something I can do for you?"
Anders shook his head. "No. I just wanted to say..." He licked his lips. Lee heard Dee's failed attempt at suppressing a giggle. "Nice shirt."
Dee had laughed for ten minutes, during which Anders had slipped away and had taken a seat at the bar, where he now ogled Lee along with the rest of the men.
"Anders," she gasped proudly. A new addition to the list.
Lee sulked. "I need to get off this ship."