Karo : People Will Say We're In Love
Once that detail had been resolved to his satisfaction, and he'd made sure that Boxey was settled with his homework, Apollo stripped out of his sweaty uniform and stepped into the turbowash. Now that he was alone - or as close to alone as he was likely to get - he relived that horrifying micron when he saw Tinia's wedding designer pinch Starbuck's astrum. Apollo's first impulse was to laser the purple-haired meringue into oblivion. His second impulse was to shove his fist down the man's throat. Adrenaline had pounded through him, and with that primitive pulse, one word had repeated itself over and over in his head: Mine! Mine! Mine!

Anna : Mapping The Genome
"He thinks we'll be making out in the back seat, or something." Starbuck sat down beside him, and safe in the knowledge that it was only old Boomer in there with them, and he wouldn't talk, he pulled Apollo into his arms and kissed him roughly. "Like that," he said, and his voice was shaking as the suppressed fear overwhelmed him again for a micron. "Oh Apollo, you scared me."

"Knock it off, you two," said Boomer. "Or at least get down behind the seats where I can't see you reflected in the viewer screen. It's enough to turn a man off his dinner."
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