Series:22 for 22
Title: Only in My Dreams
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-21
Disclaimer: Ron D. Moore & Sci-Fi own Kara Starbuck Thrace. I own Lynx and the plot.
Fandom(s): Battlestar Galactica (2004)
Character(s): Starbuck/OFC
Spoilers: season 1-ish
Summary: Daydreaming about a fellow pilot can be fun!
Words: 439
A/N: Last year was my first attempt at slash, so why not an attempt at femslash?
Dedication: To lindsey8585, who requested the characters and the quote. And then requested the OFC *g*

Twenty-Two for Twenty-Two

Only in My Dreams

Battlestar Galactica, crew bunks

If I'm not the thought
That's always on your mind
If I'm not the reason why
You dream at night
The love you'd never lose
Who am I to you?

~ Who Am I to You, Schuyler Fisk


Kara Starbuck Thrace felt no need to go easy on the rookie pilots. She rode them hard because she had to. This was life and death, the fate of humanity rested squarely on their shoulders. Kat was a pain in the ass, and Hot Dog was a mess. They all should have washed out. Had there not been a necessity to recruit cargo haulers and not been in the middle of war, they wouldn't have even gotten to sit in the damn things. And there was one recruit who sure as hell didn't belong in the group, a former Ferrier whose route ran from Caprica to Aquaria.

Moira 'Lynx' Delgado, the most unassuming and reserved of the recruits who'd earned her nickname because of her penchant for knitting. She'd originally been called Links, but her growing friendship with Kat had earned her a feline connection, and Lynx replaced Links.

Every now and again, Starbuck would catch Lynx watching her, in the bunks, peeking over her knitting. While Starbuck had sworn off relationships with her pilots after Zak, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering.

Long fingers that moved gently over yarn and skin, tracing patterns and routes through both. Casual brushes across cheeks and an unbearable slowness to it all, torturing her flesh and mind to a pleasurable ache. Lips and tongue weaving their way from her mouth to her throat, down her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. Teasing the sensitive flesh of her nipples, Lynx would slow the pace even more where Starbuck would rush with the need. But Lynx had caught her prey and wouldn't give up on her goal.

Fingers traveling farther still, holding down her bucking hips. Lynx's fingers digging into her flesh. Lips followed fingers down as she -

"She frakking left us in the bay for twenty minutes while she's up here laying on her ass? Is she drunk again?" Kat's voice grated through Starbuck's daydream.

"Shut the frak up, Kat," Starbuck snapped, more on edge than she had been twenty minutes ago. "I'm sick of your bitching and moaning. Get your ass back down to the bay."

Kat looked ready to haul off with another smart-ass remark, but Lynx held her back, stepping between the two pilots.

"C'mon Kat, let it go," Lynx hissed. Lynx turned back to Starbuck, a small smile on her lips. "We're going now, sir."

"Damn right you better," Starbuck smirked, her mind still wandering.