challenge 60 (remainder) - water
Title: A Lust Spill
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: Totally NC17
Word Count:
A/N: This is the follow-up to my recent Starbuck/Roslin drabble in which Roslin invites Kara to a late night erm...meeting.
Summary: Starbuck has just been kissed plum on the mouth by the President. What's a fighter pilot to do? Damn....
Starbuck waited for the President to break the kiss - she certainly wasn't going to. She felt like laughing and her head was goddamn spinning. She noticed her hands were still hanging at her sides and she wondered what she ought to do with them. She clasped them behind her back.
At this movement, Roslin opened her eyes and slid her mouth free. She threw her head back and laughed loudly at the sight of Kara's uncomfortable stance. "Oh my, Kara, I've really shocked you, haven't I?"
Kara cleared her throat. "Of course not, Madam President, I'm just a little stiff from training. Of course, this is also an interesting interpretation in the chain of command, and I -"
"Call me Laura."
"I beg your pardon? I mean, yes ma'am. I mean Laura. Err..."
Roslin moved backwards, silently sliding into a sitting position on her desk. Pushing aside a stack of fleet reports, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes twinkled with mirth, locked on Starbuck, whose pulse raced.
"Ma'am, are you sure -" she began.
"I asked you to call me Laura, and yes, Kara, I'm sure. Come here. "
Starbuck walked forward, hands trembling with desire and terror.
She was close to the President now, only inches between her and those pale breasts, cupped in a lilac bra. She placed her hands on either side of Laura's hips. So doing, she overbalanced a glass of water that stood there.
Like a startled hare, she jumped away. The President's skirt was now soaked.
(TBC)
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: Totally NC17
Word Count:
A/N: This is the follow-up to my recent Starbuck/Roslin drabble in which Roslin invites Kara to a late night erm...meeting.
Summary: Starbuck has just been kissed plum on the mouth by the President. What's a fighter pilot to do? Damn....
Starbuck waited for the President to break the kiss - she certainly wasn't going to. She felt like laughing and her head was goddamn spinning. She noticed her hands were still hanging at her sides and she wondered what she ought to do with them. She clasped them behind her back.
At this movement, Roslin opened her eyes and slid her mouth free. She threw her head back and laughed loudly at the sight of Kara's uncomfortable stance. "Oh my, Kara, I've really shocked you, haven't I?"
Kara cleared her throat. "Of course not, Madam President, I'm just a little stiff from training. Of course, this is also an interesting interpretation in the chain of command, and I -"
"Call me Laura."
"I beg your pardon? I mean, yes ma'am. I mean Laura. Err..."
Roslin moved backwards, silently sliding into a sitting position on her desk. Pushing aside a stack of fleet reports, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes twinkled with mirth, locked on Starbuck, whose pulse raced.
"Ma'am, are you sure -" she began.
"I asked you to call me Laura, and yes, Kara, I'm sure. Come here. "
Starbuck walked forward, hands trembling with desire and terror.
She was close to the President now, only inches between her and those pale breasts, cupped in a lilac bra. She placed her hands on either side of Laura's hips. So doing, she overbalanced a glass of water that stood there.
Like a startled hare, she jumped away. The President's skirt was now soaked.
(TBC)