Author's note: The first of the two was inspired in a discussion on
ebuchala's lj. The second... boy I wish I didn't know where the second came from, but sadly, this has been haunting me ever since I attempted to talk about jump math, and a pretty girl walked by, and, well.
Beta: These have been beta'd by
ebuchala. Thanks again!
The Crazy Scientist
(in which Gaeta learns that Baltar is weird)
Characters: Gaeta & Baltar
Spoilers: Early season 1
Rating: Uhm, PG-13.
Wordcount: 233
Felix wishes he couldn't believe it when he hears that Dr. Baltar has been spotted masturbating in a corridor, but truth is, he can. He so can. After Starbuck delivers this juicy bit of news between reports, he just stares at her for a second there, then totally breaks into giggles.
This is priceless. Super-genius Dr. Gaius Baltar is a bad-ass nerd.
There are no words.
The following day, Felix can't help but shoot the scientist delighted looks. He always knew that the man was quirky, but obviously, he had no idea as to what that entails.
"You're in an awfully chipper mood today, Mr. Gaeta," remarks Baltar after Felix' sixth or seventh failed attempt to not smirk. Since Dr. Baltar is not the most observant person on this ship, it seems that Felix needs to get a grip on himself right about now.
Still, he feels another grin creep up. "Just enjoying the lab work, sir. I hope I'm not distracting you." Like from opening your zipper and doing the deed right here and now. Don't let me stop you. Gods, this is hilarious.
Since Felix himself spent his childhood humming opera while coding for kicks, he sure isn't one to judge. And if he's entirely honest, he'd prefer masturbating over most of his duties, if he had a choice.
Seriously, he's just relieved to learn that the genius scientist is just a guy, too.
Private Lessons
(in which math can be fun)
Pairing: Gaeta/Kat
Spoilers: Season 1
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 306
Warnings: Geek sex. Seriously. Here be vectors.
The idea is born while they are drunk but is carried out diligently while they are sober, since, as Gaeta points out, you cannot possibly process higher math inebriated... Even if you tackle the matter with a hands-on kind of approach.
Kat remembers the totally unexpected sly look Lt. Gaeta shot her when she first asked him about remedial lessons in jump math. She cracks up again.
Of course, that also has to do with the fingers sliding over her stomach, up her lower ribs, tickling. When they grace the underside of her breasts just so, sighs and giggles interlace. Gods, she needs air, and she needs to be frakked.
"So," Gaeta says in a low voice. "You've just defined your central point, Galactica, as jump point zero. Now, you calculate all the other ships' position vectors in relation to the central point..." She giggles again when his fingers trail down her torso, each hand drawing a line from her breasts towards her belly button, serving as Galactica. "You make sure that no two ships jump into the same spot by keeping all relations constant."
He shoots her an earnest look, crouched between her legs, wild curls brushing the ceiling of her rack, and she can't help but crack up again about the deadpan look on his face.
"Okay," she manages between fits, while his hands travel lower still. "Got it... frak!" A thumb brushes over her clit. She's breathing faster, all of a sudden. Her abdominal muscles are hurting. "Say... Lieutenant... how exactly would you advise me to... execute ... the jump, post-prep?"
Gaeta leans forward, his thumb working a steady rhythm now, the slyness back in his eyes. "At this point, Recruit," he says with a twitch of his lips. "you would just have to push the right button."
Slowly, he slides into her.
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