BSG FIC :: "Frakking Bad" [Laura/Kara, PG13]
Title: Frakking Bad
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Laura/Kara
Date: 25-27 July 2009
Word Count: 128
Recipient: geekgrrllurking
Summary: If cigars are the worst thing for Laura's image, someone's not doing their job.
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: "Battlestar Galactica," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Ron Moore, David Eick, SciFi, R&D TV, Sky TV, and USA Cable Entertainment LLC. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Battlestar Galactica," SciFi, or any representatives of the actors whose characters are involved.
Author’s Notes: The first sentence was my prompt. I put this to be roughly in second season. Before the whole Kara pining for Sam thing started to happen. WTF was that about anyway?
Dedication: My muses, for going back to an old favorite…
"Frakking Bad"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Don't frak with me Kara," Laura Roslin smirked, pulling the small cigar from Starbuck's lips and taking a long drag.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Madame President," Kara practically purred the words, eyes narrowing as she watched Laura smoking her cigar. "Isn't that thing bad for your image?"
Laura laughed at that, a full-throated, straight from her gut sound that sent frissons of electricity down Kara's spine. "If that's the worst the press can dig up on me, they're a bunch of frakking idiots. Tell me this isn't sexy as hell to you."
Kara smirked as she took possession of her cigar again. "I never said that." And then she pulled Laura closer to brand the woman with a kiss, reveling in the tastes of moonshine, cigars, and Laura.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Laura/Kara
Date: 25-27 July 2009
Word Count: 128
Recipient: geekgrrllurking
Summary: If cigars are the worst thing for Laura's image, someone's not doing their job.
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: "Battlestar Galactica," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Ron Moore, David Eick, SciFi, R&D TV, Sky TV, and USA Cable Entertainment LLC. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Battlestar Galactica," SciFi, or any representatives of the actors whose characters are involved.
Author’s Notes: The first sentence was my prompt. I put this to be roughly in second season. Before the whole Kara pining for Sam thing started to happen. WTF was that about anyway?
Dedication: My muses, for going back to an old favorite…
"Frakking Bad"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Don't frak with me Kara," Laura Roslin smirked, pulling the small cigar from Starbuck's lips and taking a long drag.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Madame President," Kara practically purred the words, eyes narrowing as she watched Laura smoking her cigar. "Isn't that thing bad for your image?"
Laura laughed at that, a full-throated, straight from her gut sound that sent frissons of electricity down Kara's spine. "If that's the worst the press can dig up on me, they're a bunch of frakking idiots. Tell me this isn't sexy as hell to you."
Kara smirked as she took possession of her cigar again. "I never said that." And then she pulled Laura closer to brand the woman with a kiss, reveling in the tastes of moonshine, cigars, and Laura.