"I wonder what he'll do when he catches me?" thought Kara, "Maybe he'll put me in the brig. Or maybe he'll get down on hands and knees and thank me. You never know with him. You never know with me either."
"Kara Thrace get your ass back here!" Lee yelled.
The sound of laughter came floating back from farther up the corridor. "You can't catch me, cuz I'm starbuck!" yelled Kara, quoting a very well known Colonial children's rhyme.
"Too late," panted Lee, "that corridor's a dead end." Sure enough it was. Lee came up on Kara leaning against the wall at the end of the corridor. She was panting. Hard. It made Lee smile.
"Watcha gonna do, throw me in the hack?" whispered Kara through her pants.
"No, not exactly," said Lee as he came towards her.
"He's getting awful close," thought Kara, "really, really close." Then he was too close. Well, not too close. Just a little bit closer and, ahhh. Kara groaned as his lips brushed her's. Then Lee moved forward, deepening the kiss. This time, they both groaned. The kiss was forbidden fruit, and they both knew it.
"Regs Kara," whispered Lee as he pulled slightly back. Not far enough. Kara's hands, previously held at her sides, snaked their way into his hair.
"Frack the regs," Kara replied as she moved closer. And closer. Another groan. This kiss lasted longer. And longer. And longer.
"Umph," Groaned Kara as she fell backwards.
"Grumph," said Lee. It seemed that Kara had not been leaning on the wall, but on a door.
"Captain Adama, Lieutenant Thrace, how nice to see you," said a voice. Lee looked up.
"Madame President, it's nice to see you too." Lee could feel Kara vibrating beneath him with suppressed laughter.
"Gettoff me Lee," said Kara. Lee didn't move. Until Kara pushed him off.
"It's always nice to see you, Madame President. But, I uhhh, have some business I need to attend to." And Kara took off like a rocket through the halls.
"And I uhhh have to make sure she doesn't uhhh kill herself," said Lee as he sprinted after her, "or me," he added silently.
"Always nice to see young love," said the president.
"Hmmph. Not when it goes against regulations," said a gruff voice.
"Your just upset that it's your son," she said consolingly. And then the door was closed.