Impromptu
Title: Impromptu
Author: sugarknockers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Maya/Laura
Rating: R
Summary: What's a girl to do when the heat busts?
Laura was simply too frakking cold to think. Her back clenched viciously and she had been shivering for close to an hour. The students around her were barely conscious, no better dressed for the weather than she. With the heating unit broken and the temperature dropping, she made an executive decision.
“Up! Everyone! Up! Twenty Jumping Jacks, go!”
As quickly as they could, the children joined her in the small open space in front of the chalkboards, hopping and clapping their hands over their heads. Laura jumped with them, grateful to get her blood pumping. They counted out loud together, all creating a bubble of temporary warmth in the classroom.
“… eighteen, nineteen, TWENTY!!!”
She smiled large at them, and her students beamed back.
Maya caught her eye and indicated that it was too cold for Isis and she would have to leave. Sweet Gods, the whole freezing class to myself. Laura stretched her neck to the left and then slowly to the right, pulling on the muscles that had turned to rock.
“Alright, who has parents or adults at home??”
Most of the children raised their hands, it was not uncommon for several families to share a tent and supervision wouldn’t be a problem.
Maya chimed in, “all the rest of you are heading with me to the temple until it’s time to go home.”
There were a few meager groans, but excited whispers as well. They knew that class was out. Shuffling to their belongings, Laura called their attention again.
“This might not get fixed today, and it’s not safe to be in here for too long. No school tomorrow.” The students were too cold to cheer.
“Consider it an impromptu holiday. Don’t look so excited, I’ll be expecting a paragraph from the juniors and a page from the uppers about what you’ve done on New Caprica in your spare time. See you all in 38 hours.”
The class dispersed over the next ten minutes. Laura wrapped herself in every available piece of clothing. Both coats. Three pairs of socks. Quietly, she set off to arrange for someone to fix or replace the heater. The populous seemed more willing to do favors for her. Go figure.
Maya went alone to the warm temple to watch the few remaining students. The babe she coddled was usually so quiet, but today Isis absolutely churned in her arms. Baby butter. Docile, however, were the students, still frozen to the bone and soon filled with the calm of the temple. Fear of the Gods, maybe. Either or. She couldn’t frakking care at this point. The woman hadn’t had more than three hours of sleep in a row for months.
Thank each and every one of the Gods for Laura Roslin. The woman had a way of affecting Maya like no one else. Two seconds of eye contact and I’m mush... Pathetic. She was completely comfortable with her infatuation and had been smitten from the first. Her body. My Gods. That frakking hair. How the ex-Pres managed to have that much volume without access to product, Maya had yet to figure out.
No one had stricken her so physically before. Her heart actually raced when Laura was near. It made her feel fourteen but she didn’t give a shit. It rang too true. It felt too good. She ignored the flush of her own cheeks and spoke first. Could she work with the children? Did Roslin actually want help?
She couldn’t have been more surprised when Laura not only hired her, but turned out to be lovelier than she’d hoped. Unfortunately for Maya, Laura was charming, funny, warm and more beautiful every day. Shit. She was hopeless. She stammered; she stared; she couldn’t understand how this woman didn’t get that she was being flirted with. Stupid move to go for the boss. Amateur. Unless... she thought, sitting up a little straighter and looking to the statue of Aphrodite, we become partners in crime. She’s never treated me like an underling, or anything but an equal. And oh. She thought of the curves of Laura’s hips and the echo of her laugh. The way she smelled when she leaned in close. She’s totally mine. This calls for drastic measures.
All eighteen children were back in their respective homes. It had taken until dusk. Smelling each and every one of their suppers cooking was depressing to say the least. She knew her dinner would be too similar to her infant daughter’s, warm white vegetable paste to Isis’s grey nutrient formula. The tent would be freezing when they returned, more than an hour after dark settled in. Oh, frak this.
Tearing through her single room Maya bundled each of her blankets, fed Isis, washed from the chipped bowl and pitcher that served for her bath, used almost all of the rest of her tube of lotion and put on the tightest of her remaining clothing. Cally owed her a night’s babysitting and their home was well insulated, Chief had seen to that for his own child’s sake.
It took her less than ten minutes to get to Roslin’s tent.
Maya looked down at her giant pack. The thing was heavy even for arms strengthened by motherhood. I am a cliché. Oh Gods, what if she’s not here. What if she is? Please let this go well… She called cordially inside. Maya beseeched silently the Gods as Laura unlaced her tent flap. The opening reached higher and higher and Maya could feel the heat of blush rising on her face. She could blame her red cheeks on the cold.
“Hello, you,” Laura smiled.
“Hello, to you too,” Maya offered back.
Laura gestured her inside but didn’t ask about the wooly bundle, even as Maya set it in the corner. She began the slow process of unwrapping from her walk. Peeling off her jacket and two scarves, it occurred to her that Roslin might not be thrilled with an unannounced invasion. Ah, explanation.
“My place was far too icy for baby and me, and so I dropped her off at Tyrol’s.”
“And I’m sitting you?”
Maya winced slightly. She didn’t like references to the age difference between them. Cool as a cucumber, she brushed her errant hair behind her left ear and over her shoulder, exposed her profile and dipped her eyes down demurely. Roslin couldn’t help but note her graceful features. Delicate and smoldering. Like a statue of Iphigenia she’d seen as a girl. Peaceful and resigned as her father dragged her off to be sacrificed. This girl has been a pawn and it’s all my doing. She kept Maya and the baby close by, finding their company easy and gratifying.
Brushing her fingertips against the flimsy wall, Maya shivered anew. “Not much warmer here than mine.” She attended to her blankets skillfully, using twine to attach them to three of the four walls. The canvas she’d wrapped them all in was just big enough to provide an extra (if thin and saggy) ceiling. They switched the cot and the table, putting them in the coziest corner to sleep. Roslin started a fire in her tiny stove, and put on a kettle. Within minutes, the room started to warm.
“I can’t see my breath. You might be a smart cookie after all.” Laura teased, obviously relieved to thaw out. She grinned like a cat in a sunbeam as she stood in the jet of steam from the teapot.
“It’s amazing how something as basic as warmth can make one so happy,” Maya mused.
“What was that my Grandmother used to say? Simple minds, simple pleasures.”
Maya laughed brightly. It was effervescent.
“If there’s one thing no one can accuse you of, it’s having a simple mind.”
Roslin poured the water into two cups, having steeped a few herbs in the pot.
“Or much pleasure.”
“Laura,” Maya sighed, “that’s terrible…”
Roslin faced her and Maya knew that it was true. She wasn’t looking for pity, she was just being honest. Laura had carried the heaviest of loads for a long time. Death. Cancer. Genocide. Survival. No surprise she didn’t have time to enjoy what life around her was left. It dropped Maya’s heart into her stomach. How could someone so vibrant and wonderful be so bogged down and neglected? Roslin offered a weak smile and sat next to her on the cot.
“And you and Isis are exempt from that. You know how much I love the school.” The school. Laura answered her unease and handed her a blue ceramic cup. Maya’s long fingers wrapped around it, burning her skin as she breathed in deeply. Ribcages, hips and knees silently collided as the two slowly and consciously aligned on the tiny bed. Maya’s pulse quickened in her throat. She knew that she couldn’t maintain her composure with Roslin so close. Spill, you big wuss.
“I know we all wish life here was easier. But I’m grateful that it’s brought me to you. I get to share my days with the beautiful baby in my arms and the first real friend I’ve had since…”
Maya exhaled heavily. She watched the steam from her cup whirl in the air before her, spiral up and disappear. She imagined it continuing into the cloudy night sky and through the heavens, past Galactica and the other ships, all the way home. Warmed by the tea, her fingertips snaked across the back of Roslin’s hand, sliding into the groove between her thumb and first finger. Her skin was so soft, even in the dry and chill. Laura squeezed and kneaded gently, staring into space. Maya could swear that in twenty seconds of contact her hand had swollen to twice its size, as if she’d been bitten by a poisonous reptile. Certainly her hair would catch on fire at some point from all the flying sparks. There was a real possibility that she was going to faint, throw up or orgasm any time now.
“I take it back,” Laura said, snapping back to attention. She looked tenderly at Maya.
“Brief moment of self pity. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“You don’t deserve pity, Laura.”
Maya set down her tea and took Roslin’s right out of her hand, carefully placing it next to hers on the minimalist furniture. Gingerly, she brushed the hair from Laura’s shoulder. Roslin craned her head, irresolute. They were inches apart, but time and space loomed between them. Seconds dragged like the cold had finally broken them too. Maya worried that she had gone too far.
The girl smiled so sweetly Roslin thought for a second it might just be Chamalla after all.
“You deserve to be loved.”
She leaned closer, but not far enough, and Laura found herself falling in. Maya wrapped her arms around Roslin, trying willfully to control her breath. Want flooded her brain and blood and she would do her best to draw out every moment. She nuzzled under Laura’s jaw, savored her scent and elicited a little gasp. The girl’s mouth eventually landed on Laura’s neck, below her ear, and it was enough to set her eyes rolling back in her head.
Maya was both skilled and inspired. Her lips danced over Laura’s flesh, biting and scraping at pale skin with her teeth. She had barely covered six inches of territory and already Laura could feel herself liquefy. Maya relished the feel of Roslin’s hair draped across her face and neck, it made her more feral.
“Gods…” Roslin found that she could no longer support her own head and it dropped back, exposing all of her throat. She was caught off guard and feeling reckless. Besides, Maya was lovely and well shaped. Soft and demanding. Irresistible. And lowering her onto the bed, she vaguely noticed.
Hands skirted her waistline, pulled up the edge of her sweater and nails gently scraped up her stomach. The girl was still chewing on Laura’s neck, and Roslin was absolutely throbbing with want. She blindly groped for skin, and Maya stopped her own ministrations long enough to pull her own sweater over her head. Completely conquered by this young and brilliant woman, Laura writhed underneath her and ragged moans tore from her lungs. She was so close already, so horribly close. Couldn’t this last forever? Maya’s thigh pressed down and into her, and she ground back as delicately as she could. She wanted so badly. But the wanting was sweet in itself and it had been too frakking long since she had shared a bunk with anyone.
But there was Maya’s finger, crept against her swollen flesh and she shuddered against her will, suddenly and violently. Hips bucking of their own accord, Laura could barely hold on for the ride. Like matter sucked into a black hole, the tension drained from her muscles and she went completely slack. There was nothing outside of her warm and musky little world. She was barely aware of the person on top of her. That was, until Maya reached down and kissed her like she’d been waiting months to.
Finally, the clacking of teeth and suckling of tongues was championed only by their own labored breathing. Laura was engulfed in the softness of Maya’s mouth and body. Rarely even in prayer or dreams did she feel this centered or this happy. She ran her hands forcefully over Maya’s toned curves. What else could this girl promise than bliss? Maya pulled slightly from her and placed her palm on Laura’s chest, anchoring her to the thin mattress.
“I want more of this. You better not have plans tonight.”
Laura smiled and shook her head as no, she hadn’t made arrangements. She arced up to reach that mouth again, but Maya held her firm.
“We have tomorrow off. Don’t you expect to leave this tent.”
Laura nodded again. She glanced to their cups side by side on the table, to her reinforced walls, to the shining smile of the woman above her. The thought honestly hadn’t crossed her mind.
Author: sugarknockers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Maya/Laura
Rating: R
Summary: What's a girl to do when the heat busts?
Laura was simply too frakking cold to think. Her back clenched viciously and she had been shivering for close to an hour. The students around her were barely conscious, no better dressed for the weather than she. With the heating unit broken and the temperature dropping, she made an executive decision.
“Up! Everyone! Up! Twenty Jumping Jacks, go!”
As quickly as they could, the children joined her in the small open space in front of the chalkboards, hopping and clapping their hands over their heads. Laura jumped with them, grateful to get her blood pumping. They counted out loud together, all creating a bubble of temporary warmth in the classroom.
“… eighteen, nineteen, TWENTY!!!”
She smiled large at them, and her students beamed back.
Maya caught her eye and indicated that it was too cold for Isis and she would have to leave. Sweet Gods, the whole freezing class to myself. Laura stretched her neck to the left and then slowly to the right, pulling on the muscles that had turned to rock.
“Alright, who has parents or adults at home??”
Most of the children raised their hands, it was not uncommon for several families to share a tent and supervision wouldn’t be a problem.
Maya chimed in, “all the rest of you are heading with me to the temple until it’s time to go home.”
There were a few meager groans, but excited whispers as well. They knew that class was out. Shuffling to their belongings, Laura called their attention again.
“This might not get fixed today, and it’s not safe to be in here for too long. No school tomorrow.” The students were too cold to cheer.
“Consider it an impromptu holiday. Don’t look so excited, I’ll be expecting a paragraph from the juniors and a page from the uppers about what you’ve done on New Caprica in your spare time. See you all in 38 hours.”
The class dispersed over the next ten minutes. Laura wrapped herself in every available piece of clothing. Both coats. Three pairs of socks. Quietly, she set off to arrange for someone to fix or replace the heater. The populous seemed more willing to do favors for her. Go figure.
Maya went alone to the warm temple to watch the few remaining students. The babe she coddled was usually so quiet, but today Isis absolutely churned in her arms. Baby butter. Docile, however, were the students, still frozen to the bone and soon filled with the calm of the temple. Fear of the Gods, maybe. Either or. She couldn’t frakking care at this point. The woman hadn’t had more than three hours of sleep in a row for months.
Thank each and every one of the Gods for Laura Roslin. The woman had a way of affecting Maya like no one else. Two seconds of eye contact and I’m mush... Pathetic. She was completely comfortable with her infatuation and had been smitten from the first. Her body. My Gods. That frakking hair. How the ex-Pres managed to have that much volume without access to product, Maya had yet to figure out.
No one had stricken her so physically before. Her heart actually raced when Laura was near. It made her feel fourteen but she didn’t give a shit. It rang too true. It felt too good. She ignored the flush of her own cheeks and spoke first. Could she work with the children? Did Roslin actually want help?
She couldn’t have been more surprised when Laura not only hired her, but turned out to be lovelier than she’d hoped. Unfortunately for Maya, Laura was charming, funny, warm and more beautiful every day. Shit. She was hopeless. She stammered; she stared; she couldn’t understand how this woman didn’t get that she was being flirted with. Stupid move to go for the boss. Amateur. Unless... she thought, sitting up a little straighter and looking to the statue of Aphrodite, we become partners in crime. She’s never treated me like an underling, or anything but an equal. And oh. She thought of the curves of Laura’s hips and the echo of her laugh. The way she smelled when she leaned in close. She’s totally mine. This calls for drastic measures.
All eighteen children were back in their respective homes. It had taken until dusk. Smelling each and every one of their suppers cooking was depressing to say the least. She knew her dinner would be too similar to her infant daughter’s, warm white vegetable paste to Isis’s grey nutrient formula. The tent would be freezing when they returned, more than an hour after dark settled in. Oh, frak this.
Tearing through her single room Maya bundled each of her blankets, fed Isis, washed from the chipped bowl and pitcher that served for her bath, used almost all of the rest of her tube of lotion and put on the tightest of her remaining clothing. Cally owed her a night’s babysitting and their home was well insulated, Chief had seen to that for his own child’s sake.
It took her less than ten minutes to get to Roslin’s tent.
Maya looked down at her giant pack. The thing was heavy even for arms strengthened by motherhood. I am a cliché. Oh Gods, what if she’s not here. What if she is? Please let this go well… She called cordially inside. Maya beseeched silently the Gods as Laura unlaced her tent flap. The opening reached higher and higher and Maya could feel the heat of blush rising on her face. She could blame her red cheeks on the cold.
“Hello, you,” Laura smiled.
“Hello, to you too,” Maya offered back.
Laura gestured her inside but didn’t ask about the wooly bundle, even as Maya set it in the corner. She began the slow process of unwrapping from her walk. Peeling off her jacket and two scarves, it occurred to her that Roslin might not be thrilled with an unannounced invasion. Ah, explanation.
“My place was far too icy for baby and me, and so I dropped her off at Tyrol’s.”
“And I’m sitting you?”
Maya winced slightly. She didn’t like references to the age difference between them. Cool as a cucumber, she brushed her errant hair behind her left ear and over her shoulder, exposed her profile and dipped her eyes down demurely. Roslin couldn’t help but note her graceful features. Delicate and smoldering. Like a statue of Iphigenia she’d seen as a girl. Peaceful and resigned as her father dragged her off to be sacrificed. This girl has been a pawn and it’s all my doing. She kept Maya and the baby close by, finding their company easy and gratifying.
Brushing her fingertips against the flimsy wall, Maya shivered anew. “Not much warmer here than mine.” She attended to her blankets skillfully, using twine to attach them to three of the four walls. The canvas she’d wrapped them all in was just big enough to provide an extra (if thin and saggy) ceiling. They switched the cot and the table, putting them in the coziest corner to sleep. Roslin started a fire in her tiny stove, and put on a kettle. Within minutes, the room started to warm.
“I can’t see my breath. You might be a smart cookie after all.” Laura teased, obviously relieved to thaw out. She grinned like a cat in a sunbeam as she stood in the jet of steam from the teapot.
“It’s amazing how something as basic as warmth can make one so happy,” Maya mused.
“What was that my Grandmother used to say? Simple minds, simple pleasures.”
Maya laughed brightly. It was effervescent.
“If there’s one thing no one can accuse you of, it’s having a simple mind.”
Roslin poured the water into two cups, having steeped a few herbs in the pot.
“Or much pleasure.”
“Laura,” Maya sighed, “that’s terrible…”
Roslin faced her and Maya knew that it was true. She wasn’t looking for pity, she was just being honest. Laura had carried the heaviest of loads for a long time. Death. Cancer. Genocide. Survival. No surprise she didn’t have time to enjoy what life around her was left. It dropped Maya’s heart into her stomach. How could someone so vibrant and wonderful be so bogged down and neglected? Roslin offered a weak smile and sat next to her on the cot.
“And you and Isis are exempt from that. You know how much I love the school.” The school. Laura answered her unease and handed her a blue ceramic cup. Maya’s long fingers wrapped around it, burning her skin as she breathed in deeply. Ribcages, hips and knees silently collided as the two slowly and consciously aligned on the tiny bed. Maya’s pulse quickened in her throat. She knew that she couldn’t maintain her composure with Roslin so close. Spill, you big wuss.
“I know we all wish life here was easier. But I’m grateful that it’s brought me to you. I get to share my days with the beautiful baby in my arms and the first real friend I’ve had since…”
Maya exhaled heavily. She watched the steam from her cup whirl in the air before her, spiral up and disappear. She imagined it continuing into the cloudy night sky and through the heavens, past Galactica and the other ships, all the way home. Warmed by the tea, her fingertips snaked across the back of Roslin’s hand, sliding into the groove between her thumb and first finger. Her skin was so soft, even in the dry and chill. Laura squeezed and kneaded gently, staring into space. Maya could swear that in twenty seconds of contact her hand had swollen to twice its size, as if she’d been bitten by a poisonous reptile. Certainly her hair would catch on fire at some point from all the flying sparks. There was a real possibility that she was going to faint, throw up or orgasm any time now.
“I take it back,” Laura said, snapping back to attention. She looked tenderly at Maya.
“Brief moment of self pity. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“You don’t deserve pity, Laura.”
Maya set down her tea and took Roslin’s right out of her hand, carefully placing it next to hers on the minimalist furniture. Gingerly, she brushed the hair from Laura’s shoulder. Roslin craned her head, irresolute. They were inches apart, but time and space loomed between them. Seconds dragged like the cold had finally broken them too. Maya worried that she had gone too far.
The girl smiled so sweetly Roslin thought for a second it might just be Chamalla after all.
“You deserve to be loved.”
She leaned closer, but not far enough, and Laura found herself falling in. Maya wrapped her arms around Roslin, trying willfully to control her breath. Want flooded her brain and blood and she would do her best to draw out every moment. She nuzzled under Laura’s jaw, savored her scent and elicited a little gasp. The girl’s mouth eventually landed on Laura’s neck, below her ear, and it was enough to set her eyes rolling back in her head.
Maya was both skilled and inspired. Her lips danced over Laura’s flesh, biting and scraping at pale skin with her teeth. She had barely covered six inches of territory and already Laura could feel herself liquefy. Maya relished the feel of Roslin’s hair draped across her face and neck, it made her more feral.
“Gods…” Roslin found that she could no longer support her own head and it dropped back, exposing all of her throat. She was caught off guard and feeling reckless. Besides, Maya was lovely and well shaped. Soft and demanding. Irresistible. And lowering her onto the bed, she vaguely noticed.
Hands skirted her waistline, pulled up the edge of her sweater and nails gently scraped up her stomach. The girl was still chewing on Laura’s neck, and Roslin was absolutely throbbing with want. She blindly groped for skin, and Maya stopped her own ministrations long enough to pull her own sweater over her head. Completely conquered by this young and brilliant woman, Laura writhed underneath her and ragged moans tore from her lungs. She was so close already, so horribly close. Couldn’t this last forever? Maya’s thigh pressed down and into her, and she ground back as delicately as she could. She wanted so badly. But the wanting was sweet in itself and it had been too frakking long since she had shared a bunk with anyone.
But there was Maya’s finger, crept against her swollen flesh and she shuddered against her will, suddenly and violently. Hips bucking of their own accord, Laura could barely hold on for the ride. Like matter sucked into a black hole, the tension drained from her muscles and she went completely slack. There was nothing outside of her warm and musky little world. She was barely aware of the person on top of her. That was, until Maya reached down and kissed her like she’d been waiting months to.
Finally, the clacking of teeth and suckling of tongues was championed only by their own labored breathing. Laura was engulfed in the softness of Maya’s mouth and body. Rarely even in prayer or dreams did she feel this centered or this happy. She ran her hands forcefully over Maya’s toned curves. What else could this girl promise than bliss? Maya pulled slightly from her and placed her palm on Laura’s chest, anchoring her to the thin mattress.
“I want more of this. You better not have plans tonight.”
Laura smiled and shook her head as no, she hadn’t made arrangements. She arced up to reach that mouth again, but Maya held her firm.
“We have tomorrow off. Don’t you expect to leave this tent.”
Laura nodded again. She glanced to their cups side by side on the table, to her reinforced walls, to the shining smile of the woman above her. The thought honestly hadn’t crossed her mind.