A Prayer to Aphrodite by minerva_fan (NC-17)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Kara Thrace
Length: 8k one-shot
Author on LJ: minerva_fan
Author Website: Amalgam
Why this must be read:
Many Laura/Kara first-time stories seem a little harsh in tone, or start with a fight. This one does the latter... but in a very different way. The writer's characterisation of the pair in the setting she's created for them is accurate and believable, and her style is warm golden satin, easily read and enjoyed without being condescending or all that simple.
The situation is not super-original, as it's one that's been used in other SF fandoms' canon, but in this story, that's simply the background, and a very good one, to scenes of a beautiful relationship between two women we haven't seen spending nearly enough time together as themselves, outside of their designated roles in the fleet. Laura, instead of being afraid to live for herself, is brought out of her presidential shell to somewhere she hadn't expected, and Kara, while surprised to be flirted with by her, is happy to do that.
IMHO, this is one of the best introductions to the Laura/Kara pairing in fandom that anyone could have, as it's beautiful without being over-formal or passive, and I love its characterisation.
"I prefer my domination erotica soft-core," Laura replied smoothly, affecting the same nonchalant pose on the bed next to Kara, eyes straight up, head resting on folded hands. "I only like hard-core fluff."
That broke Kara up. "Permission to speak freely, Madame Roommate?"
Roslin made a long show of considering it. "Permission granted, Lieutenant Smart-Ass."
"You are nuts."
"Am I?"
"Yup," Kara said. "Then again, I'm certifiable."
"Who better to be my security guard, then?"
"Brilliant tactical choice, if you ask me."
"Well, you have to be brilliant to be president," Laura admitted. "Ask any president." She felt guilty, being sleepy with gluttony, but damn it, there had to be some perks to counterbalance the mind-numbingly monotonous burden of the presidency.
"I think I'm going to explode, Madame President. Was Citizen Arika really trying to get you to donate eggs to The Joining?"
"She wanted yours, too," Laura said. "She thinks you're a magnificent physical specimen, and that your DNA would add greatly to The Joining's genetic base."
"You politicians sure know how to flatter a person, don’t you?" Kara rolled her head over slightly, cheek pressed into a deep golden cushion as she faced the older woman. "So what did you say?"
"I respectfully declined." Laura rolled over, too, looking into Kara's face. Citizen Arika was right--Kara Thrace would definitely be a benefit to any gene pool. "I told them I'd ask you."
"You're kidding."
Laura shrugged. "It's not my decision to make. The Joining’s not a bad place, you know. I wouldn't mind knowing my daughters grew up with women like this, in a place like this." She frowned. "But I'm not about to risk introducing the genetic code for breast cancer into the gene pool of these good women."
A Prayer to Aphrodite
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Kara Thrace
Length: 8k one-shot
Author on LJ: minerva_fan
Author Website: Amalgam
Why this must be read:
Many Laura/Kara first-time stories seem a little harsh in tone, or start with a fight. This one does the latter... but in a very different way. The writer's characterisation of the pair in the setting she's created for them is accurate and believable, and her style is warm golden satin, easily read and enjoyed without being condescending or all that simple.
The situation is not super-original, as it's one that's been used in other SF fandoms' canon, but in this story, that's simply the background, and a very good one, to scenes of a beautiful relationship between two women we haven't seen spending nearly enough time together as themselves, outside of their designated roles in the fleet. Laura, instead of being afraid to live for herself, is brought out of her presidential shell to somewhere she hadn't expected, and Kara, while surprised to be flirted with by her, is happy to do that.
IMHO, this is one of the best introductions to the Laura/Kara pairing in fandom that anyone could have, as it's beautiful without being over-formal or passive, and I love its characterisation.
"I prefer my domination erotica soft-core," Laura replied smoothly, affecting the same nonchalant pose on the bed next to Kara, eyes straight up, head resting on folded hands. "I only like hard-core fluff."
That broke Kara up. "Permission to speak freely, Madame Roommate?"
Roslin made a long show of considering it. "Permission granted, Lieutenant Smart-Ass."
"You are nuts."
"Am I?"
"Yup," Kara said. "Then again, I'm certifiable."
"Who better to be my security guard, then?"
"Brilliant tactical choice, if you ask me."
"Well, you have to be brilliant to be president," Laura admitted. "Ask any president." She felt guilty, being sleepy with gluttony, but damn it, there had to be some perks to counterbalance the mind-numbingly monotonous burden of the presidency.
"I think I'm going to explode, Madame President. Was Citizen Arika really trying to get you to donate eggs to The Joining?"
"She wanted yours, too," Laura said. "She thinks you're a magnificent physical specimen, and that your DNA would add greatly to The Joining's genetic base."
"You politicians sure know how to flatter a person, don’t you?" Kara rolled her head over slightly, cheek pressed into a deep golden cushion as she faced the older woman. "So what did you say?"
"I respectfully declined." Laura rolled over, too, looking into Kara's face. Citizen Arika was right--Kara Thrace would definitely be a benefit to any gene pool. "I told them I'd ask you."
"You're kidding."
Laura shrugged. "It's not my decision to make. The Joining’s not a bad place, you know. I wouldn't mind knowing my daughters grew up with women like this, in a place like this." She frowned. "But I'm not about to risk introducing the genetic code for breast cancer into the gene pool of these good women."
A Prayer to Aphrodite