A Good Start ~ Fic for MLH #5 Challenge
Title: A Good Start
Characters: Laura & a certain someone
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Set at the halfway ending point of Season 4
Disclaimer: I own my ideas and nothing more.
Beta: the one, the only, the bestest ever, selenay_x
In the grey dawn, Laura yawns and stretches before opening her eyes. Light peeks in through the slit in the tent, falling along her face as she blinks and peers out. Laura catches glimpses of the ocean, hearing the waves crashing against the shore. If not for the sound or the whiteness of the foaming water, the ocean would blend perfectly with the drab grey sky.
Earth. What a let down.
Laura sighs and rolls to her side. His fingers tickle her bare skin as she turns and his hand slides from her stomach to her hip. Laura watches as he moves his mouth, his tongue making a smacking sound before he settles back into sleep and begins to snore. Laura smiles at the sight of him. Even if her first sight of Earth had been a let down, at least her first night on Earth wasn’t. It had actually been one of the more memorable nights of her life.
It all started innocently enough, a way to blow off steam and rid them of pent up stress. Finding Earth had been such a joyous moment. But the free fall to stone on seeing it, well if it had been a literal fall they would have all been dead, even the Cylons. The eerie quiet as they set up a camp was almost unbearable. Laura went through the motions, very accustomed to going through the motions even when everything in her cried out against it.
Tents were raised, campfires lit, food prepared all in a daze. Kara Thrace broke the silence precisely when the tension became so palpable that Laura thought she might scream just to see what would happen if she did. However, the headstrong pilot beat her to it, shouting how everyone needed a drink, especially her and broke out the crate they’d been saving for the happy occasion of finding Earth.
It took them less than a half hour to get completely trashed. Afterwards they split off into groups of the fun drunks and the depressed ones. The later group divided further into couples or singles and meandered off to cry on each other’s shoulders or toss things into the ocean. The former group did shots, began to sing really off key, or did what Laura found herself doing, played strip triad.
Considering that she is the President, Laura is grateful that whichever one of them came up with the idea, at least they also had to forethought to play the game between just the two of them. It was also smart that they found a tent that secured their privacy. But other than those two things, as Laura thinks back on the night, she can’t find much else to be proud about concerning it. Humor in it yes, along with a score of moments to endlessly tease him about, but satisfaction…
Oh sure, she’s a decent player and managed to keep the clothes she wanted to keep while playing well enough to have him shed enough of his. It was really great fun when she went on that streak and beat him three hands in a row. They’d already shed shoes and their coats and such. To make it fair they started with only the usual layers. So watching him lose his shirt and pants in quick succession made her giggle like a schoolgirl. It just made him more determined to beat her.
And she may have let him, except for them bringing in the bottles of ambrosia. One each was not a good idea at all. Especially after they’d had all those shots and was it a bottle a piece or two? Anyways, not only did it make her coordination awkward when she tried to remove her bra while still wearing her blouse (and oh the look on his face was so worth it even if she did nearly do a face plant in the pallet before pulling it off) - but it made his coordination off as well. Perhaps if she’d been a little less drunk or he’d been a bit more sober.
Laura grins, taking a look at the clothes littering the inside of the tent, remembering the way he stumbled out of his pants, being so wobbly she thought his was going to fall on her. Laura had finally forcefully made him lay down and removed them while instructing him to raise his hips. Her pants, now that memory does make her giggle. She’d gotten to her knees, leaning her head against his as he held her waist and she tried to unzip her pants. Trying to stand had been a mistake. Laura quickly fell sideways, dragging him down with her in a crash of laughter. The laughter led to sloppy kisses and desperate attempts to push her pants off her. Their fingers collided and tangled, hindering their progress.
He wanted to take charge, but Laura was certain of how to get out of her clothes if he’d just give her a moment. She pointed this out to him, reminding him how it was her that got him out of his clothes. But being a man, he paid her little attention. So she gave up and let him tug. He looked as if he was going to shout in triumph when her pants slid off, but the momentum of his tug sent him flying back and almost took the tent down. He gave Laura a deep scowl when she laughed at him, but as she told him, it was very funny.
She placated him, opening her arms and welcoming him in her embrace. He fondled her breasts through the slit of her blouse, giving her a kiss before resting his head on her chest. Laura held him close, savoring the feel of his body next to hers, until she heard his snore. And honestly, it did make her laugh. Laugh so hard and so long that she’s still surprised he didn’t wake up. But the vibrations of her mirth didn’t draw him from his drunken stupor, and Laura laughed until tears formed in her eyes and her sides hurt.
The memory makes her smile now as she watches him sleep. He yawns, flexing his legs along hers, his fingers curling along the hem of her panties.
“You awake?” Laura whispers. He mumbles in reply. “Sober now?” Another incoherent mumble, but he pulls her closer so she takes that as a yes. “Want to finish what you tried to start last night?” At this he does open his eyes, a puzzled look on his face. “You left me very unsatisfied.” He lifts the blanket covering them, looks under it, then frowns. “No, we didn’t.” He hangs his head. “It’s okay. You have at least an hour to make it up to me.” He cocks his head, a thin wisp of a smile forming. “I think you can do a lot in an hour, don’t you?” He nods, his fingers slipping below the hem of her panties.
“Good start?”
“Very good one,” Laura agrees.