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[meme] First Date

This is a bit of a twist on something old.

Tag your characters into this post and respond to each other with either prompts, drabbles, mock threads or dialog about your pups' first date. In the city or out of the city, alternate universe, total crack, current pairings or match-ups that would never, ever happen — whatever your hearts desire, write it here.

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Lee Adama

[This is not the Saddest First Date Ever™, but it is about equally dumb and AUish. Whoops.]

After a few weeks, it becomes fairly apparent that the situation isn’t going to change any time soon. The buildings are still quiet, the sidewalks still all but empty, the streets themselves filled with cars that just stopped as if their engines died abruptly, all at once. During that time, the two of them have fallen into something of a routine: getting up, going to City Hall, coming back and trying to get more work done. It isn’t easy, putting together a government from scratch, and though there are some provisional measures in place now, there’s still a lot to get through. Outlining what this city needs to stay functional won’t be enough, and getting people on board is, just as it was two and a half years ago, easier said than done.

She doesn’t need to go upstairs anymore to get dressed in the morning; most of her clothes have wound up on Lee’s floor or mixed in with his laundry. Her makeup and hair curler and other such things migrated from her bathroom to his not longer after she realized that was the case. Molly still keeps her own key on her keyring, though, even if she’s not totally sure why. Part of it is habit, maybe, or an unwillingness to totally let go of the possibility that everyone else will show back up again one day. The rest, she’d blame on the same reason why they haven’t really pinned down what this means yet, why she’s content to keep staying with Lee without addressing where this is going or what the hell she’s still doing in his apartment. The state of things in Darrow has become too normal for her to need the reassurance, and as much as she’d like to think it’s for the sex, she’s not deluded enough for that. She could easily get laid and go back up to her own bedroom afterwards.

The thing is, she doesn’t really want to. As uncertain as everything in Darrow is right now, as much work as all of this is going to require from them, Molly doesn’t know that she’d want things to go back to the way they were, not now. Maybe she can’t completely own it yet, but she’s gotten comfortable with this arrangement, and while she can’t be certain, she thinks he might have, too. There’d be no reason for him to keep her around otherwise.

It’s with that in mind that, on a Friday in mid-December, she makes an excuse and heads back early, saying that she has to stop by the police station and see Russell and that she’ll meet Lee back at the apartment. (That’s what it’s called, "the apartment," something neutral, neither defining it as specifically his nor implying any kind of permanence on her part.) Instead, she goes to her own apartment, rifling through a few cupboards in her kitchen. She’d gotten rid of anything that might spoil a while ago, but there are still some groceries left, and she brings those, as well as a few other odds and ends, with her when she goes back down to the fifth floor.

She’s never been much of a cook — she’s never needed to be — but it’s not to make dinner that she’s in the kitchen when Lee comes through the door, shooting him a grin in response to his understandably confused expression. "Okay, so," she starts, figuring she’ll get a jump on explaining, "I kind of raided my kitchen for groceries, and I didn’t come up with that much, but I found a box of popcorn I never opened, so I brought down that, and a few DVDs, and I’m thinking movie night? I mean, come on, we’ve been working our asses off, I think we can give ourselves a break for one night."

And so, albeit with a little more convincing from her, they do, winding up on the couch in front of the TV a few hours later, Molly tucked against Lee’s side, drinks and a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of them. She’s really only paying attention to them when she can stop kissing Lee long enough to do so, but that was never really the point in the first place. Having a chance to unwind a little, that was, and as far as she can tell, it’s actually worked.

It’s during one such break for popcorn that she catches Lee looking at her curiously, and lets out a slight laugh. "What?"

"Is this a date?" he asks, and she can’t tell if he’s genuinely unsure or teasing her or what. It isn’t, after all, a question she was expecting in the slightest, nor is it one she knows how to answer, mostly because she kind of thinks that it is one. A month and a half ago, she might not have thought so, would have written it off as friends hanging out and nothing more. It isn’t as if they'd really have any other options right now, though, with nowhere to go, few places that are open for business, and while they've done plenty else that, with the same definition, could probably also be considered a date, it's the first time that word has entered the equation. She knows what that means about as much as she does the rest of what they’re doing, which is to say, not at all. Just as with all of that, though, she likes it, and Molly isn’t one to try to ruin a good thing.

"Oh, shut up," she says, teasing in turn, and kisses him again to ensure that he does. She has a feeling that it won’t be the end of the conversation, but at least she can buy herself a bit more time.