Fic: An Alternative Way to Exercise (drabble)

[ozzyj]

Author Notes:

I was inspired to create a  cheeky drabble by this post POTD - Crazy props week by bsg_aussiegirl . The drabble probably won’t make much sense if you don’t read said post first ( and still may make no sense if you do...)

No beta was used and I threw this together in about 15 minutes this morning - the mistakes are all mine! Rating: T

Disclaimer:

The characters and props are not mine - therefore I will not be getting paid L


An Alternative Way to Exercise

For Laura, using the gym aboard Galactica turned out to be a bad idea. Seeing the President on the treadmill appeared to be fascinating for the other patrons - and really, she was self-conscious enough.

“If the President can’t go to the gym,” Bill had stated as he arrived on colonial one, brandishing a crate of exercise equipment. “Then we bring the gym to the President.”

xXx

Initially, as they sat sipping drinks in Laura’s office, he had brought it up to lighten the mood; Baltar’s impending trial was weighing heavily on their minds.

Bill had pointed in the direction of Laura’s makeshift gym and shared a story he’d once read in a magazine of Carol-Ann’s.

Laura had guffawed at the content and stated that she doubted the articles authenticity - but still, she had that look in her eye.

The need to prove Laura wrong was appealing to Bill.

She told him he was crazy.

Three generous measures of liqueur later and…

POP!

xXx

Laura stood cross-armed, glowering down at a half-naked Bill as he pressed a cold, wet towel to his left cheek bone; an unsightly bruise was already starting to form.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me, stud?” She asked, a hint of humour slipping into her tone.

Bill glanced up, wincing as the movement jarred the strained muscles in his neck. “That I was wrong,” he mumbled sulkily.

“Hmm-mmm,” she secured her silk robe with the belt, dropping her hands to rest on her hips, “and?”

“And you were right.”

“I was,” a knowing smirk touched her lips. “And?”

He sullenly shifted his gaze over to the floor in corner of the room - to the deflated pool of rubber; the cause of his current discomfort. “I’ll find you another gym ball?”

“Yes Bill, you will.”