Laura/Tory, Laura/Cain
Title: Confession
Author: cannibalcake
Pairing: Laura/Tory
Rating: R-ish
Spoilers: Through Crossroads
Prompts: getyourtoaster Laura/Tory, truth; runawaynun Laura/Tory, airlock
( Fake cut to getyourtoaster. )
Title: Misconception
Author: cannibalcake
Pairing: Laura/Cain
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through Resurrection Ship
Prompt: From pocketwitch: Laura/Cain, misconception
When Admiral Helena Cain first saw Laura Roslin on Galactica, she immediately recognized the type. The auburn haired president was not a strong woman, but a woman forced to be strong in a man's society. Cain admired that, and she knew she could use it to her advantage. Women like Laura Roslin were happy and relieved to hand over control to anyone willing to dominate them. This worked for Cain. Cain was strong. Cain liked control, and she looked forward to dominating Laura when she ordered a private meeting with the President of the Colonies.
Cain arrived on Colonial One for her meeting. She knew home-court advantage would give Laura a sense of security and make it easier to let her guard down. As she had anticipated, the conversation became quite heated when pleasantries were behind them and the Colonial goverment's role in Cain's fleet inevitably surfaced as the main topic. Helena Cain was nothing if not a strategist. As they talked, Cain rose from her chair and moved around Laura's desk to stand inches from where the "President" was sitting. Once Laura began to act uncomfortable by their new proximity, Cain would lean over and kiss her, and Laura, confused and exhausted from the power thrust upon her, would submit.
It was a truly rare occasion that Helena Cain was proven wrong. The very idea left a sour taste in Cain's mouth. Right now, though, all Cain could taste was Laura as the Colonial President plunged her tongue into the Admiral's mouth, straddling the taller woman on the desk. Laura had Cain's arms pinned to her sides, and every time Cain struggled for dominance, Laura stiffened, refusing to respond to Cain's attentions. The hatred Cain felt for the woman atop her only served to fuel her desire, and she was horrified when a moan escaped her mouth as Laura thrust her delicate presidential hand between Cain's legs, rubbing hard through the material of the Admiral's uniform.
Author: cannibalcake
Pairing: Laura/Tory
Rating: R-ish
Spoilers: Through Crossroads
Prompts: getyourtoaster Laura/Tory, truth; runawaynun Laura/Tory, airlock
( Fake cut to getyourtoaster. )
Title: Misconception
Author: cannibalcake
Pairing: Laura/Cain
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through Resurrection Ship
Prompt: From pocketwitch: Laura/Cain, misconception
When Admiral Helena Cain first saw Laura Roslin on Galactica, she immediately recognized the type. The auburn haired president was not a strong woman, but a woman forced to be strong in a man's society. Cain admired that, and she knew she could use it to her advantage. Women like Laura Roslin were happy and relieved to hand over control to anyone willing to dominate them. This worked for Cain. Cain was strong. Cain liked control, and she looked forward to dominating Laura when she ordered a private meeting with the President of the Colonies.
Cain arrived on Colonial One for her meeting. She knew home-court advantage would give Laura a sense of security and make it easier to let her guard down. As she had anticipated, the conversation became quite heated when pleasantries were behind them and the Colonial goverment's role in Cain's fleet inevitably surfaced as the main topic. Helena Cain was nothing if not a strategist. As they talked, Cain rose from her chair and moved around Laura's desk to stand inches from where the "President" was sitting. Once Laura began to act uncomfortable by their new proximity, Cain would lean over and kiss her, and Laura, confused and exhausted from the power thrust upon her, would submit.
It was a truly rare occasion that Helena Cain was proven wrong. The very idea left a sour taste in Cain's mouth. Right now, though, all Cain could taste was Laura as the Colonial President plunged her tongue into the Admiral's mouth, straddling the taller woman on the desk. Laura had Cain's arms pinned to her sides, and every time Cain struggled for dominance, Laura stiffened, refusing to respond to Cain's attentions. The hatred Cain felt for the woman atop her only served to fuel her desire, and she was horrified when a moan escaped her mouth as Laura thrust her delicate presidential hand between Cain's legs, rubbing hard through the material of the Admiral's uniform.