Fic: Mutual Understandings
Title: Mutual Understandings
Author: Major Fischer
Rating: R
Universe: Battlestar Galactica/The West Wing Crossover
Pairing: Helena Cain/CJ Cregg
Summary: When the Battlestar Pegasus arrived in Earth orbit the only thing that stands between her and world domination is... CJ Cregg.
Author's Notes: Like all Moorkin, this is the unholy marriage of two of my favorite TV shows, and almost entirely inspired by the publicity pictures from Razor. Thanks to Ariestess for Betaing. If people like it, there may be more smutty pieces to follow.
CJ Cregg wasn’t impressed with tin plated dictators, nor did uniforms usually turn her on. Eight years in the Bartlet Administration had taught her that it was the character of the person wearing the uniform that mattered and not the amount of fruit salad on their chest.
Not that the Colonial admiral standing in front of her was wearing any medals. CJ mused a little oddly that she might feel a little more comfortable if the admiral wasn’t wearing much of anything.
As much as the woman terrified her, there was something be said for having absolute power.
And that’s what this woman had. She hadn’t ordered them to surrender. She hadn’t demanded anything of them at gunpoint. Yet. Perhaps it was the fact that all you had to do was look into her eyes to know that she would that lead the governments of earth to roll over in the face of the Sword of Damocles floating over their heads.
Cain didn’t have to conquer Earth, all she had had to do was prove that she could.
The admiral gave her a small smile, as if she was trying to reassure her. “This has been a pleasant meeting, Miss Cregg. Productive. I hope it is the beginning of a long working relationship.”
Cain had walked away from her desk and was circling behind CJ, and the White House Chief of Staff could feel hands moving down her arms towards her wrist.
She’d played these kinds of games once or twice with lovers in college, but she knew that it wasn’t a game with Cain.
“It was nicer than I thought it would be.” And it was. If Cain had horns and cloven hoofs she wasn’t showing them. Yet. That was the caveat to every positive opinion CJ was forming about the woman. Yet.
“Are you scared of me, CJ?”
The smart move would have been to say no, but she didn’t, she didn’t answer at all except a small nod of her head. An admission of vulnerability that she rarely let anyone see.
“I suppose I’d be scared of me too,” the admiral whispered in her ear as she kissed her neck from behind, holding CJ’s wrists in a tight grip.
Author: Major Fischer
Rating: R
Universe: Battlestar Galactica/The West Wing Crossover
Pairing: Helena Cain/CJ Cregg
Summary: When the Battlestar Pegasus arrived in Earth orbit the only thing that stands between her and world domination is... CJ Cregg.
Author's Notes: Like all Moorkin, this is the unholy marriage of two of my favorite TV shows, and almost entirely inspired by the publicity pictures from Razor. Thanks to Ariestess for Betaing. If people like it, there may be more smutty pieces to follow.
CJ Cregg wasn’t impressed with tin plated dictators, nor did uniforms usually turn her on. Eight years in the Bartlet Administration had taught her that it was the character of the person wearing the uniform that mattered and not the amount of fruit salad on their chest.
Not that the Colonial admiral standing in front of her was wearing any medals. CJ mused a little oddly that she might feel a little more comfortable if the admiral wasn’t wearing much of anything.
As much as the woman terrified her, there was something be said for having absolute power.
And that’s what this woman had. She hadn’t ordered them to surrender. She hadn’t demanded anything of them at gunpoint. Yet. Perhaps it was the fact that all you had to do was look into her eyes to know that she would that lead the governments of earth to roll over in the face of the Sword of Damocles floating over their heads.
Cain didn’t have to conquer Earth, all she had had to do was prove that she could.
The admiral gave her a small smile, as if she was trying to reassure her. “This has been a pleasant meeting, Miss Cregg. Productive. I hope it is the beginning of a long working relationship.”
Cain had walked away from her desk and was circling behind CJ, and the White House Chief of Staff could feel hands moving down her arms towards her wrist.
She’d played these kinds of games once or twice with lovers in college, but she knew that it wasn’t a game with Cain.
“It was nicer than I thought it would be.” And it was. If Cain had horns and cloven hoofs she wasn’t showing them. Yet. That was the caveat to every positive opinion CJ was forming about the woman. Yet.
“Are you scared of me, CJ?”
The smart move would have been to say no, but she didn’t, she didn’t answer at all except a small nod of her head. An admission of vulnerability that she rarely let anyone see.
“I suppose I’d be scared of me too,” the admiral whispered in her ear as she kissed her neck from behind, holding CJ’s wrists in a tight grip.