Midnight on a Colonial Battlestar could drive you insane with its eerie silence and creaking motion, but as Lee sat at the table and stared into the bunk opposite him, he decided that midnight was also the time when you could see sleeping angels, the kind with unruly blonde hair and lips made of silk.
Midnight on a Colonial Battlestar could drive you insane with its eerie silence and creaking motion, but as Lee sat at the table and stared into the bunk opposite him, he decided that midnight was also the time when you could see sleeping angels, the kind with unruly blonde hair and lips made of silk.
From practically the moment he laid eyes on her, Lee had had this secret weakness for watching her. It was never anything in the creepy sense. Just a glimpse here when she was sleeping safely in her bunk or there when she was particularly focused on her triad hand. Always in the presence of others, always when he could be easily caught.
It was these moments that made him understand why he stopped objecting to Zak's rather quick engagement the second he met her. A woman that could look that beautiful without even trying was the kind for which a man spent years searching in vain.
His eyes ran over the length of her body, and he found himself wondering why she hadn't shut the curtain tonight. Maybe it was the heat. The circulating fan in the air vent had broken a few hours earlier. Maybe she just didn't feel particularly private at the moment. Either way, she was offering him a glimpse into a side of herself she usually kept hidden.
Lee threaded his fingers together behind his head and kept staring. For the first time since the Cylons had first attacked, he felt grateful he had survived.
