losttheright | (no subject)

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."

Threaded | Flat

"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."