April Showers Prompt #18, You Made Your Bed (Now Lie in It) (Battlestar Galactica)
Title: You Made Your Bed (Now Lie in It)
Author: mrstater
Prompt: #18, fling
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius Baltar, implied Baltar/Starbuck, Baltar/Six
Genre: angst, drama, romance
Rating & Warnings: rated R for sex
Word Count: 300
Summary: If it was just a fling with Starbuck, then why does Baltar feel so badly about it being over? [set during Kobol's Last Gleaming]
Author's Note: A companion of sorts to a drabble I wrote last month, You Make Me Feel (Like a Natural Woman), though this piece stands alone.
Lying on the sheets that are still warm and damp with sweat, Gaius realizes that it's the first time he's ever been humbled in bed.
Quite impressive, really, when he stops to consider how much sex he's had in the past twenty-odd years and the likelihood of most men experiencing failure to launch at some point.
Which is exactly what makes this all the more disturbing. Out of all the dozens of women he's slept with, Kara Thrace certainly isn't the only one who's cried out a different name than Gaius when she came, so he can only conclude that the difference this time is that Kara is one of the only women he's ever slept with that he's cared to hear cry out his name as he brought her to climax.
He'd wondered, as he slowly rolled his hips against hers, coaxing feminine little sighs from her that were the complete opposite of her usual swaggering, frak-riddled speech and loud unladylike snorting laughter, whether she'd say Gaius or Baltar; he didn't care which, provided she used some variant of his name. He even would have been pleased with Doctor, as if it were a call-sign and she'd inducted him into that elite and intimate group at whose card table he participates as a perpetual outsider.
Despite his humiliation, Gaius sniggers as he considers the sort of complex maneuvers he's capable of as a viper pilot.
But the crass thought only serves to remind him that it's an actual viper pilot who holds Kara's heart, and he sighs. If he's going to retain his sexual prowess, something must change.
Because he's only been humbled in bed once--but it's the second time he's fallen in love with a blonde who'd used him to get something she wanted that wasn't him.
Author: mrstater
Prompt: #18, fling
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius Baltar, implied Baltar/Starbuck, Baltar/Six
Genre: angst, drama, romance
Rating & Warnings: rated R for sex
Word Count: 300
Summary: If it was just a fling with Starbuck, then why does Baltar feel so badly about it being over? [set during Kobol's Last Gleaming]
Author's Note: A companion of sorts to a drabble I wrote last month, You Make Me Feel (Like a Natural Woman), though this piece stands alone.
Lying on the sheets that are still warm and damp with sweat, Gaius realizes that it's the first time he's ever been humbled in bed.
Quite impressive, really, when he stops to consider how much sex he's had in the past twenty-odd years and the likelihood of most men experiencing failure to launch at some point.
Which is exactly what makes this all the more disturbing. Out of all the dozens of women he's slept with, Kara Thrace certainly isn't the only one who's cried out a different name than Gaius when she came, so he can only conclude that the difference this time is that Kara is one of the only women he's ever slept with that he's cared to hear cry out his name as he brought her to climax.
He'd wondered, as he slowly rolled his hips against hers, coaxing feminine little sighs from her that were the complete opposite of her usual swaggering, frak-riddled speech and loud unladylike snorting laughter, whether she'd say Gaius or Baltar; he didn't care which, provided she used some variant of his name. He even would have been pleased with Doctor, as if it were a call-sign and she'd inducted him into that elite and intimate group at whose card table he participates as a perpetual outsider.
Despite his humiliation, Gaius sniggers as he considers the sort of complex maneuvers he's capable of as a viper pilot.
But the crass thought only serves to remind him that it's an actual viper pilot who holds Kara's heart, and he sighs. If he's going to retain his sexual prowess, something must change.
Because he's only been humbled in bed once--but it's the second time he's fallen in love with a blonde who'd used him to get something she wanted that wasn't him.