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It's only once they actually get to Kagura and are settling into their room that Molly realizes she's never actually done this before. Ski trips are practically tradition for her, something her family used to do often, when her dad had the time away from work; in that regard, this is familiar, normal. Not once, though, has she ever gone away for a weekend with a guy she's been seeing. Even when she had a boyfriend she lived with for a while, nothing like this ever entered the picture. She isn't sure, then, what's more telling — that they're here at all, or that she said yes to this without having to give it a second thought. The latter, she's pretty sure, isn't just because it's been a long time since she went skiing, and it'll be nice to get to before Kagura is shut down until December, either.

Really, it isn't as if she hasn't considered it before, how serious they might be getting. The times she has, though, it's always been fleeting, nothing she could or had to determine one way or the other. Now, she has to wonder if maybe she was just postponing the inevitable, if the last few months were always leading here. She can't say that the idea doesn't freak her out a little, but all things considered, it's not as bad as it could be, or even as she would have expected. Whatever they've been doing, whatever it means, she likes it. A weekend trip to a ski lodge sure as hell isn't going to change that.

She's actually pretty excited about it, no matter what kind of a step this might be. Timing-wise, it's worked out kind of perfectly, with their getting up here just before the end of the season, so soon after her getting promoted. There's actually a fair bit she wants to do, too, but for the time being, she flops onto the bed, sighing exaggeratedly as she does. "Okay, so you know we are going to have to leave the room at least once this weekend, right? I'm just putting that out there now."

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"No, I think this place does room service," Lee says, and he's carrying their bags in, setting hers next to the bed as he wheels his to a corner. He's not sure if it counts as a vacation, heading to a mountain just on the outskirts of a city that they can't leave, but it's about as close as it gets.

And this is probably a hell of a lot closer than a couple of days of R&R on Cloud Nine back with the Fleet. Even then, getting a few days off never really felt like it. One Cylon sighting, and he'd be back in a cockpit, back in the pilot ready room. There were never really breaks.

"So, I think we're covered."

"Mm, nope, nuh-uh," Molly says, propping herself up on her elbows and shaking her head as she looks up at him from the bed. "No way, I haven't been skiing in, like, five years, I'm not missing my chance now." The idea of staying in, spending the whole weekend in bed here, does hold its own appeal, but not enough to change her mind. They could do that any other time and not need to leave their apartment building. It may be something small, something that would have otherwise been inconsequential, but skiing is one thing she didn't think she'd ever get to do again. Now that they're here, she's not wasting the opportunity. "I think you can stand to keep your hands off me for a couple of hours."

"Well I've never been, and I turned out okay," Lee says, to the suggestion of going skiing. He'd never even heard of it, before Darrow, actually. "And let me tell you, as someone who used to fly Vipers for a living? Strapping two poles to your feet and sliding down a mountain is frakking crazy."

He has a feeling that Molly is going to try to talk him into it anyway. And a feeling that he'll probably end up giving in, eventually.

"Oh, yes, it's so much crazier than flying little fighter planes in space," Molly says, doing her best to keep a straight face, though it isn't exactly easy. She understands, she supposes, why it might seem kind of nuts to someone who didn't grow up with the idea of it being normal, like she did, but she's not just going to let that slide, either. Skiing may not be why they came up here in the first place, but she still intends to take full advantage of the opportunity. "I mean, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to, but I, at least, am going skiing."

"I'll go," Lee says, "but that doesn't mean I still don't think it's frakking crazy."

Besides, flying Vipers was different. That was something done out of necessity. Maybe if the way hadn't happened, there wouldn't have been much of a need for them, but as it is, flying planes out of duty seems less insane to Lee than skiing presumably for fun.

"But you don't get to laugh if I end up spending the entire day on my ass."

"Yeah, no, I don't think I can promise that," Molly replies, pulling a face as she shakes her head. She could try to, but when just his commenting on it is enough to have her biting back a laugh, she highly doubts she'll be able to stop herself if it actually does happen. At least he's agreed, though. That's enough for her. She wouldn't have tried to talk him into it or drag him along with her if it came to that, would have been perfectly fine going out on her own, but it does seem a little like it would have defeated the purpose of their having come up here together, at least to some extent. "But don't worry, we can take it slow, start on the beginner's slope and all. And I'll try not to laugh too hard."

"Gods," Lee says, and he finally sits on the bed, more amused than he might let on, even if he's still not wild about the idea of falling in snow later. If Darrow was going to get a vacation destination out of nowhere, he would have preferred some place a little more tropical.

He's not sure if he's relieved or a little freaked out that it's not entirely outside the realm of possibility.

Lee flops onto his back, then turns his head to look at Molly.

"I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"You should've figured that out before you brought me here," Molly says cheerfully, and for a moment, she's tempted to tell him that he's the first person who's taken her anywhere like this. It wouldn't accomplish anything, though, and she's not sure she's ready for that conversation. The fact of their being here says enough in itself. They don't need to start discussing how serious they may or may not be with each other, not now, not yet. She'd much rather just enjoy being here and see how it goes.

Rolling over so she's half on top of him, she presses a quick kiss to his lips, then props her chin up on his chest. It's tempting to do more, to start to take advantage of this room now that they're here, but they'll have all weekend. As set as she is on going skiing at least once, she is pretty sure they're going to wind up spending most of their time in the room, and she can't say she has a problem with that. There's no need to rush into anything now, nor is there one to keep a distance because of that. "So was skiing really just... not a thing, where you're from?"

"Pyramid, yes," Lee says, looking up at her with an amused and fond expression, "Strapping sticks to our feet and throwing ourselves down a mountain? Not so much."

He's probably about as tempted as Molly is to take advantage of their current situation, and despite his protests to the contrary, he knows that they can do that just about any time. This is a weekend that should probably be about more than that. Even if it will probably involve Molly laughing while he falls on his ass in the snow.

"Well, I guess that makes us even," Molly says, nearly laughing as she grins at him. "Since I have absolutely no idea what Pyramid is. Not aside from the geographic structure, anyway." From the context, it's pretty obvious that that's not what he's talking about. A building isn't exactly comparable to skiing. All it does, then, is serve to make her curious. She's never really asked Lee too much about what it was like where he comes from, even in the face of some of the obvious differences, and now, settled against him in a room that's theirs for the weekend, seems like as good a time as any to change that. "Care to enlighten me?"

"It definitely has nothing to do with geographical structures," Lee replies, with a soft laugh. He's told Molly a lot about where he comes from, but sometimes he forgets what he may or may not have gotten to yet. As similar as a lot of things are between their respective homes, the things that are different are drastically so.

"It's a sport. One ball, three goals, pyramid-shaped court. No strapping things to your feet required."

"You are really hung up on the strapping things to your feet thing, aren't you?" Molly asks with a laugh of her own, brow furrowing slightly. She supposes she can see how it might be weird to someone who isn't used to the idea, but to her, it's always been so utterly normal that it's still hard to wrap her head around. Then again, what he's describing sounds about as strange to her as skiing must be to him. She knows games with balls and goals, but those have only ever involved two to the best of her knowledge. "Okay. So are there three teams, or... just three goals that anyone can use?"

"Two teams, three goals... kind of a free for all as far as scoring goes. I'll have to set up a court, show you sometime," Lee says, and he thinks there's enough space in the courtyard near their apartment building to make it work. Either that, or he could set up pillows in their room right now, but he's a little too comfortable to consider that right now.

"Okay," Molly says, still clearly amused, grinning at the thought of it. "I'm gonna hold you to that, you know." Especially now that he's started explaining it some, it's hard not to be curious about it, and anyway, if she can get him to actually go skiing with her, it seems like kind of a fair trade. Besides, even with what he's told her already about where he's from, she still wants to know more. It feels important, somehow. "Just... not right this second."

"I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to do it with hotel pillows," Lee says, though he doesn't have any intention of actually trying it. It's a weekend away, but he doesn't particularly think either of them want to spend it pretending to play Pyramid. "A towel for a ball? How's your aim?"

"About as good as you'd expect from someone who took Model UN and debate team instead of playing any sports," Molly says cheerfully, more than willing to play along. Really, comfortable as she is, she wouldn't be totally averse to giving it a try. She just doubts that it would be very successful, or that it would last very long before they wind up right back here. "And... you don't know what Model UN is, do you?"

Edited 2015-09-03 09:02 (UTC)

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