It had taken them a few years, but they had finally found Earth.
After several months of negotiations with the planet's governments, the Colonials were finally allowed to come down to the surface, where they were housed in a small fleet of cruise ships until permanent housing could be arranged.
For many, the small cabins were a step up from their previous accommodations.
Privacy.
Hot showers.
Soft mattresses on big beds.
Food. Real food.
Not to mention all the other amenities.
Slowly, but surely, the Colonials were gradually moved off of the cruise ships and to their new homes. Over the course of half a year, ship after ship was emptied until finally only one-mostly containing Galactica's crew-remained. They would be moving off the next day and there were parties being held throughout the ship to celebrate.
0000000000
Lee Adama threaded his way across the busy dance floor, ignoring the dirty looks some of the dancers shot at him when he bumped into them.
He didn't care, though. Tonight, there was only one person on his mind
And there she was.
Kara Thrace, looking like a goddess in an strapless off-white gown and her long blonde hair flowing freely onto her shoulders.
She was the most beautiful woman on any world he had been on.
And he'd been on a lot.
Fifteen of them, in fact.
Her head turned the slightest fraction of an inch and her eyes caught his.
Even at a distance, those beautiful hazel eyes were more than enough to stop him dead in his tracks.
Neither moved as they both shamelessly drank in the sight of the other.
Then she smiled, sending a burst of nervous energy through his body.
Suddenly his dress uniform seemed uncomfortably hot.
He worked to reign in a goofy smile.
He almost succeeded in molding it into something akin to a smirk, but gave up and let it spread across his face.
Then he felt…elated…and his legs began to move on their own accord.
It was if he was walking on a cloud.
Her smile widened as she moved towards him.
He was sure that his own was getting goofier with each step.
No words needed to be said between them as they got closer and closer.
He held out his hand.
She raised hers to meet his.
That slight contact alone sent shivers down his spine.
He led her out onto the dance floor, all the while never taking his eyes off of hers.
He turned to completely face her and she simply slipped into his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her body fit against his perfectly and her head came to rest on his shoulder.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He just let her presence wash over him and let go of any and all rational thoughts running through his head.
He pulled her a little closer, held her hand a little tighter, and swayed to the music as if there was nothing else to care about.
It was just the two of them.
Together.
A/N: Although I do have more outlined, I am very torn about this piece and am not sure if I should finish it or not. What do you all think? As always, any feedback is appreciated.