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singerdiva01Title: Ill Advised
Rating: MA
Word Count: 5341
Pairing: Kara/Laura
Summary: This started out as a response to the BSG kink prompt, "Laura/Kara, our earth AU, gay pride." It had a plan. It evolved...into a really long, angsty smut fic in which Laura and Kara meet at NYC's pride parade and sex and drama ensue. Really, one day I will learn to keep the angst out of my smut. Promise.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Captain Kara Thrace looked up from the glossy image in her hands to meet her commander’s glare. Other officers would have cringed but she was by no means other officers.
“Come on, sir. I signed up to fly jets not be the military’s gay poster girl. This isn’t fair,” she whined, hoping her pleading look would move the Old Man. It usually did.
Commander Adama’s face softened and he gave her a commiserating smile.
“I know that, Kara. I think Admiral Cain knows that too, which is exactly why you’ve been given this assignment.”
Kara sighed.
Helena Cain, reigning queen bitch of the US Air Force.
Kara had learned her lesson: never fuck someone higher in the chain of command unless you plan to make it last. Cain’s rage after she ended their affair manifested not in the expected trip to the brig but in being forced to become the military liaison to President Adar’s LGBT bullying initiative. She’d spent the last few months being jerked out of her cockpit to speak on panels, pose for pictures and, worst of all, talk to sniffling little brats about why ‘dyke’ wasn’t an appropriate form of address.
She often found herself thinking she should just tell them it was because said dyke would likely kick their ass.
And now, instead of being granted shore leave to go hog wild at pride in NYC, she was being ordered to ride in the parade marshal’s car with the stupid Secretary of Education, the prissy woman who’d spearheaded the whole stupid project.
She had to hand it to Cain. Her form of revenge was far worse than a few nights in the brig.
“You never know, Kara, it could be fun,” Commander Adama said optimistically. He clapped her on the back as he took his leave, leaving her to stare down at her odious orders and a picture of the woman with whom she’d be spending pride.
Laura Roslin, an old, serious, a politician in a business suit. No hint of fun about the woman.
Kara rolled her eyes and yelled an expletive into the empty quarters before going to dig her dress uniform out of the back of her locker.
***One Week Later***
God, New York was fucking hot in the summer.
Kara readjusted the jacket of her uniform, trying to ignore the sweat dripping down her back. She’d arrived almost on time only to find herself standing on the pavement in the staging area waiting for Madame Priss to grace the delegation with her presence. Kara looked longingly at the barely dressed and already loaded revelers lining the streets and muttered a string of curses under her breath.
She was just about to take off her jacket, just for a moment, when a black sedan pulled up and a g-man hopped out of the passenger side door.
The agent opened the back door and Kara stood at attention. She hated this ridiculous assignment but she was for damn sure not going to spend the night in the brig rather than partying it up at Cubbyhole, luring in the ladies who had a military fetish.
Kara bit back another curse as Laura Roslin exited the car, one long leg first and then the other, and flipped her red hair with a flourish of her hand as she stood fully and blinked into the sun. She was wearing a crazy expensive white suit and alarmingly high red pumps which only served to accentuate legs a woman half her age would have killed for. She seemed to be chatting with her security as she dug in her oversized purse for her sunglasses.
Kara had to admit the woman was far more stunning in person than in her picture.
She strengthened her stance as the cabinet official approached and held out a delicate hand.
“Laura Roslin,” she said with a polite smile, shaking Kara’s hand with surprising strength.
“Captain Thrace. Nice to meet you, Madame Secretary.”
Roslin smiled good naturedly and cocked her head.
“It’s Kara, right?”
The younger woman nodded. Of course Madame School Teacher had done her homework.
“That or Starbuck, ma’am.”
Roslin removed her sunglasses and Kara found herself momentarily disarmed by the humor in her soft green eyes.
“Well, if we’re going to be spending the day together you should call me Laura,” she said. She made a humming noise and looked Kara up and down. “And Captain Starbuck’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
The soldier didn’t even have time to respond before one of the parade officials was ushering them both into the back of the black Cadillac convertible. Kara climbed in and scooted up to sit where the headrest should have been. The secretary followed but her heels proved to be just as impractical as they looked and Kara had to move quickly to catch her by the shoulders lest she go tumbling to the floorboard.
Unbelievably, Roslin started giggling. Giggling so hard, in fact, Kara found herself staring right down her silk blouse at her trembling breasts as the woman tried to both calm and right herself at the same time.
Kara jerked her eyes away and did the only thing she could think of to keep from looking again: she moved her hands to Roslin’s under arms and picked the tiny woman up to place her firmly on the headrest where she belonged.
“Oh, my, what service, Captain Starbuck,” she laughed breathlessly. Kara blushed and looked away as Roslin straightened her suit. When she looked back the politician was reaching down to remove her torturous shoes.
“Stupid things,” she remarked, tossing one heel and then the other under the seat. Kara couldn’t help but let her gaze linger for just a beat too long at the red toenails attached to delicate feet that were now resting on the oversized bag an aide had placed in the seat.
Kara tried to ignore her as the car began to creep forward but the secretary was talkative and she soon found herself telling the older woman about her military mother, her service in the Iraq war, and about serving under the Old Man.
“Oh, poor guy! What a nickname,” Roslin remarked as she waved to the crowds of revelers. Kara couldn’t help but notice that while she was baking to death Laura still looked like she’d just stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
“He knows it’s all in good fun, trust me,” she reassured.
Laura made that humming noise Kara was quickly beginning to like.
“Speaking of fun, they seem to be getting the better end of this deal.”
She pointed at to two young men in the crowd, one wearing a rainbow mankini and the other assless chaps, who appeared to be downing a beer bong.
Kara laughed.
“Well, that’s pride, ma’am. It’s less about celebrating being gay and more about getting wasted and having ill advised hook ups at this point.”
She almost gasped when Laura leaned close to her ear and put her hand on her knee.
“Lucky them,” she whispered throatily.
Kara drew in a sharp breath as Laura’s scent unexpectedly enveloped her. She was even more surprised when a sharp jolt of arousal shot through her core. She physically flinched but even so the secretary’s hand stayed, warm through the wool of her uniform, for a few seconds longer than appropriate.
Once she’d recovered Kara reached down and grabbed her canteen. She took a long swig and, on impulse, offered it to Laura.
“Oh, I’ve got water,” she said automatically but Kara gave her a hard look. She raised her eyebrows in understanding and took a small sip, pursing her lips only slightly at the sharp sting of pure vodka.
“Again, such service, Captain Starbuck,” she said with a smile before taking another, much longer drink.
The rest of the parade passed much more pleasantly than Kara could have ever expected. She found out Laura too was there under duress, something about Adar and revenge she couldn’t help but compare to her own situation with Cain. As more vodka passed between them she didn’t try so hard to keep her eyes off Laura’s legs and the other’s woman’s hand kept finding its way to her leg, higher each time.
By the time the car reached the end staging area at Christopher street Kara found herself regretting the end of her dreaded assignment.
“So, what does one do after these things?”
Laura had replaced her heels, retrieved her bag, and was now standing elegantly with one hand on her hip and the other on the side of the car. She was a goddess in that moment, painted against the comical backdrop of drunken teens and fair food garbage littering the street.
Kara took a deep breath and decided to roll the hard six.
“Most people get even more drunk and have more ill advised hook ups.”
Laura hummed and looked Kara up and down again.
Kara found herself hoping, despite the odds, she found whatever it was she was looking for.
“Well, I have a rented apartment on Jane Street and I believe it has a full bar,” she said finally but then immediately started giggling nervously. “Of course, a young woman like you has got to have better things to do.”
Kara was stunned by the flash of uncertainty that passed across her eyes. She highly doubted anyone had ever turned down Laura Roslin.
She looked back down Christopher, toward the Cubbyhole, and imagined a drunken fuck on some NYU student’s couch. She leaned forward to whisper into Laura’s ear.
“I’ve only got one thing to do,” she said suggestively, almost laughing at the absurdity of a fuck up pilot propositioning the Secretary of Education right in the middle of such a shit show.
Evidently Laura thought it was funny as well because she let loose one more giggle and reached down to pull on Kara’s hand.
“Alright, ill advised and drunk is this way,” she said resolutely.
Kara almost rolled her eyes but couldn’t because Laura’s returned confidence was absolutely the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
“No, ma’am, it’s this way,” she said, pulling the other woman to direct them north.
Laura shot her a sharp look but it was quickly replaced by one of humor.
“Careful, I could be your superior officer one day,” she said playfully.
Kara did roll her eyes that time.
“Only if like forty people died, Madame President.”
Laura’s eyes went wide and she slapped Kara on the shoulder as she giggled again.
“Alright, then. Your orders are to stay here while I tell my staff and security to get lost.”
Kara nodded and watched as Laura shared an exchange with a tall kid in a rumpled suit. She had to wonder what she’d said to him when he shot Kara a look and his eyebrows crawled into his hairline.
When she returned, Kara shot her an inquisitive look.
“Your staff not used to you running off with strange young soldiers?”
Laura laughed.
“Oh, that’s just Billy. He thinks of me as a mother and therefore would like to think I never have sex,” she explained, easily sliding her arm around Kara’s and directing them uptown.
They made their way much more slowly than Kara would have liked, in part due to Laura’s heels but mostly because she insisted on stopping at every booth to ooh and awe over the wares and make delighted little comments in Kara’s ear about the eclectic mix of people pride always attracted.
“I take it you’ve never been to pride before,” Kara said after Laura accepted yet another string of rainbow beads and placed it happily around her neck. The gaudy plastic jewelry looked preposterous against her elegant suit but she couldn’t help but smile at Laura’s childlike glee.
“No, I have,” she said, her smile faltering. “But it’s always been for work and I’ve never taken the time to take it all in. I’ve realized lately I’ve done that with a lot of things in my life.”
Kara almost wanted to ask about the wistful look that passed across her face but before she could Laura had grabbed her arm again. She moved them much quicker now as if something had reminded her of their original mission.
When they got to Laura’s rental she dug the keys out of her purse and opened the door to reveal a small but well decorated studio.
“Alright, I’m going to freshen up,” Laura said as she walked toward what Kara assumed was the bedroom. “Liquor is in the kitchen.”
Kara perused the bar and decided to stick with vodka on the rocks since Laura seemed to actually like her drink of choice. She’d just filled the second glass when she heard Laura’s heels on the wooden floor.
When she turned around her mouth dropped open. Laura had changed out of her suit and into a burgundy chemise. The red pumps had been replaced with black ones and they did even more, if possible, to accentuate her long legs. She had her hand on her hip and a hungry look on her face.
“Holy shit,” Kara breathed.
“Well, that’s an ego boost,” Laura said with a smile. She sauntered over to Kara and took one of the glasses from the counter. She emptied it in one swig and sat it down before positioning herself to pin Kara against the hard surface.
“So, Captain Starbuck,” she husked, her mouth so close Kara could smell the vodka mingling with her perfume, “I think you promised to show me what the kids do after pride.”
Their lips crashed together and Kara moaned into Laura’s mouth as the older woman rubbed her body against her own. She was already pawing at the buttons of Kara’s dress uniform and Kara felt herself getting wet at the desperation in Laura’s movements.
Without breaking the bruising kissing session Kara brushed away Laura’s hand and undid her jacket. As soon as it was on the floor Laura was fingering her nipples through her tank and sports bra, massaging them into hard peaks. She moved her mouth to kiss down Kara’s jawline, pausing to suck at her pulse point.
“Ooooh, God, yes,” Kara muttered, leaning back a bit to allow better access to her neck. Laura indulged in more suckling before moved down to her breast and biting gently through the fabric.
“Take these off,” she demanded and Kara immediately obeyed, whipping the two garments off with one quick motion to expose her breasts. The sight seemed to stop Laura in her tracks and for a moment the wistful look from earlier was back.
Eager to get back to business Kara found Laura’s hand and brought it up to her breast. Laura traced her nipple with a delicate fingernail and Kara shivered.
“Alright, what’s next, Madame President?”
Laura looked up and her eyes were dancing with amusement and lust once again.
“Bedroom, soldier. And lose those pants on the way,” she ordered. She pinched Kara’s nipple lightly one more time before turning and crooking a finger over her shoulder in a ‘follow me’ motion.
Kara did, eagerly, unbuttoning her zipper and struggling out of one pant leg and then the other. By the time she got to the bedroom she was wearing only her standard issue underwear.
Laura had removed the chemise and her garments were far more elaborate. Her black lacy bra and underwear were so sheer they left little to the imagination.
“You’re beautiful, Laura,” she said honestly. She felt a little bad for wondering how old Laura really was but the other woman didn’t seem to notice.
“I bet you say that to all the cabinet members, Captain,” she giggled. She climbed gracefully onto the bed and motioned for Kara to join her.
They resumed their make out session and soon they were both panting and moaning and grasping at each other with frightening intensity.
Finally, Kara took charge and flipped Laura down on her back. The older woman giggled as she jerked her panties down her legs and tossed them across the room. Kara slid a finger through her folds and Laura’s laughter was replaced with a long moan.
“Oh, God, Kara, please.”
It was Kara’s turn to laugh but she followed instructions, exploring every inch with her fingers except for the one spot Laura wanted most. She bucked her hips, trying to force Kara to touch her clit, but Kara found she quite enjoyed watching the woman she’d taken to be staid and serious writhe desperately under her ministrations.
“Don’t tease, Kara,” she almost growled finally. “Make me come. That’s an order, soldier.”
Kara smirked and took her hand away, drawing another groan from Laura. She threw off a smart salute and sunk her face into Laura’s wetness without warning, immediately finding her pearl and sucking hard.
“Oh my God,” Laura screamed, her back arching up off the bed. Kara didn’t let up but instead continued sucking while positioning two fingers inside.
Laura made little mewing noises with each thrust, bucking her hips in time to Kara’s movements. When the sounds turned to incoherent babble Kara knew she was close and upped the intensity.
She came with a strangled cry, her body shaking violently as she rode through her orgasm. When she began to still Kara sucked hard on her clit once more and sent her over the edge again.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh my God,” she yelled, clenching desperately at the sheets. Kara finally took her mouth away and looked up to watch Laura enjoy the last throes of her climax.
When she finally came down she opened her eyes and shot Kara a blissful smile.
“Such service, Captain Starbuck,” she said with a little giggle. “Now get up here and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kara quipped and quickly moved up the bed. Laura moaned when she tasted herself on Kara’s lips and the pilot almost gasped when Laura flipped her on her back without warning.
Laura leaned down to suck on one nipple and then the other, taking her time lavishing attention on Kara’s breasts. Only when Kara started thrusting against her knee did she seem to realize the pilot was getting desperate.
She raised her head and looked up at Kara with a playful grin.
“Eager, soldier?”
Kara whimpered in response and Laura wasted no time in divesting her of her underwear. Kara had just a moment to wonder if the Secretary of Education had ever eaten out a woman before Laura’s mouth was on her, causing that and all other thoughts to fly from her brain.
Laura didn’t waste any time teasing and for that Kara was imminently grateful. She teased her clit until Kara was begging before finally inserting her thumb inside.
“Oh, yeah, so close” Kara muttered. She could feel her orgasm building, just about to peak, when Laura pressed a finger lightly against her asshole, sending her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered as she came for what seemed like forever. When her orgasm was finally over she looked up to see a proud smile on Laura’s face.
“What, didn’t think the school teacher had it in her?”
Kara laughed, hard, and Laura sank back down beside her and threw her arm over Kara’s hip.
They lay there for a moment in companionable silence and Kara found herself wondering what might happen next. She’d never intended this to be more than a quick fuck but she found she liked the feel of Laura’s back against hers, the lace of the bra she never removed tickling her skin when she shifted.
“I suppose one of us should get in the shower,” Laura said finally. “I’d say we could go together but the bathroom’s the size of a thimble. Really, how people live in this city is a mystery to me.”
Kara nodded, recognizing the awkward tone in Laura’s voice and already wondering, with not a little regret, how the powerful woman would let her down gently.
“You go ahead,” she said, her voice a bit rough. “It’s your thimble, after all.”
Laura pressed a quick kiss into Kara’s hair before getting up and wordlessly padding to the bathroom.
When Kara heard the shower running she too lifted herself off the bed and found her underwear. The rest of her uniform was scattered throughout the studio and she took her time gathering up the pieces before returning to her forgotten drink.
Since the shower was still running she decided to take a look around the apartment. There was a small desk in the corner and she recognized the logo from the LGBT bullying campaign on one of the folders.
She thumbed through it, not finding much she didn’t already know, and was just about to head for the TV when she knocked the stack of papers off the desk.
“Fuck,” she muttered, bending down to pick them up. She replaced the ones with the logo back into their folder and was just about the shove the other papers underneath when she caught a look at the words, in bright pink type, at the top of one of the pages.
Dealing With a Breast Cancer Diagnosis
She blinked, curious but not yet concerned, and flipped to the next page with pink writing.
Treatment Options for Stage Four Breast Cancer
She furrowed her brow and quickly turned to the next one. This one was on different letterhead with the Bethesda Naval Hospital logo on top. It had Laura’s name and a printed appointment reminder for the very next day.
Suddenly, a few things she’d brushed off throughout the day made more sense.
The way Laura went through the pride fair like she might never have the chance again.
Her fascination with Kara’s breasts and the way she’d subtly refused to remove her bra, or now that she thought about it, share a shower.
That wistful look she’d wondered about.
Kara closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. She knew the anger she felt building in her chest was irrational but it was far easier to understand than the sudden sadness she felt.
“It’s not like you even know the woman, Kara,” she whispered to herself.
“Kara, where’d you go?”
The pilot jumped at the older woman’s voice and she quickly shoved the papers back under the folder and stood to place them on the desk.
“I’m in here,” she called back, not bothering to keep the coolness out of her voice.
Laura appeared at the bedroom door dressed in a blue silk robe, her long hair wet against her shoulders.
She smiled but her face fell immediately when she saw the look on Kara’s face.
“What’s wrong, Captain Starbuck?”
Kara took a deep breath and willed herself to remain calm.
“Was fucking a young soldier on your bucket list, Madame Secretary? Or would anyone you found on your business trip would have worked?”
Laura’s eyes widened but her expression quickly turned to a glare.
“Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re accusing me of, Kara. I was under the impression you understood this was just, what did you call it, an ill-advised hook-up.”
Kara glared back.
“Ill-advised is certainly a word for it. I wasn’t imagining a white wedding but I kinda think ‘I’m dying’ is pertinent information to tell someone you sleep with.”
A pained look crossed Laura’s face but when she spoke her voice was steel.
“My health is none of your business, Captain.”
Kara rolled her eyes.
“Oh, really? That’s rich. You were just gonna fuck me and let me hear you’re dead on the news in a few months?”
She watched as Laura struggled to keep her expression neutral but the moment her face crumpled and her shoulders dropped Kara was across the room.
“I’m so sorry, Laura. That was uncalled for,” she said softly, reaching up to wipe a tear from Laura’s cheek.
Laura flinched at the touch and pulled back into the bedroom.
“You should go, Kara. I’m sorry for this, really,” she said tearfully, “but you should go.”
With that she turned and closed the bedroom door, leaving Kara dumbstruck in her wake.
****Three Months Later***
“This is a stupid idea, Thrace, stupid, stupid, stupid,” Kara berated herself over the roar of her motorcycle’s engine.
She’d left the apartment on Jane Street and vowed never to think of Laura Roslin again. She was a pride fuck, just like any other, and being summarily tossed out after one of those was nothing new. Besides, she rationalized, what was she gonna do? Quit her job to sit at the bedside of a dying cabinet member she’d only known for a day?
She managed to put that day out of her mind until one day she looked up at the television in the pilot’s rec room and to see a breaking news alert.
Secretary of Education Collapses At Hearing.
Her chest constricted and she’d screamed at everyone to shut the fuck up so she could hear the news report. They had video of Laura, much thinner and paler than she remembered, slouching forward mid-sentence and then being quickly surrounded by concerned aides and Congressmen.
After that she started to watch the news more often. Three weeks after Laura’s collapse she read she was taking a leave of absence to focus on her battle with late stage cancer. Two weeks after that Richard Adar told a reporter he prognosis was grave but she was still fighting. One long, torturous week later she’d asked the Old Man for leave.
But as she got closer to Bethesda she grew more and more unsure of herself. It wasn’t like Laura owed a one night stand an audience on her death bed. She wasn’t even sure if she’d remember her after all she’d been through. If she did, Kara didn’t know exactly what she wanted her to say. All she knew was that, for some unfathomable reason, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
“Here goes nothing,” Kara muttered as she switched off the gas and reached up to remove her helmet. She retrieved her small offering from the back and marched resolutely to the entrance.
A nurse, apparently intimidated by her uniform, directed her to the right room. She moved through the halls quickly until she found the oncology ward. She grimaced when she saw a nurse helping a bald, emaciated man into a wheelchair. She passed another room in which a family was gathered around a bed, their faces tear-stained, as they stood over a still woman on a respirator.
She suddenly wanted to turn around and run. She didn’t want to know what toll cancer had taken on the beautiful, vibrant woman she’d met not that long ago. She didn’t know Laura very well but she got the sense she probably wouldn’t want Kara to know either.
Before she could flee she was at the right room, marked by the presence of a guard she vaguely remembered seeing on the team that discreetly accompanied Laura at the parade.
She was planted in place, staring, and he looked at her suspiciously.
No turning back now, she thought as she moved to stand in front of him.
“I’m here to see Laura Roslin,” she said, hoping her voice sounded more sure than she felt.
“She’s not taking any visitors, ma’am.”
Kara nudged one toe of her boot with the other.
“Can you please just ask her? My name is Captain Kara Thrace and I came a long way to see her.”
The suited agent looked her up and down and shrugged. He opened the door, careful to block any view inside with his body, and she heard a muffled exchange. When he returned he motioned her inside with lift of his shoulders.
She gasped when she entered the room and immediately kicked herself internally. Laura sat propped up in the bed, wearing a robe and a dark black wig that made her sharp features look even more harsh. There was an oxygen tube across her face and a cannula taped to her hand. The boy she remembered Laura telling her thought of her like a mom sat in a metal chair at her bedside looking tired and haggard.
“Captain Starbuck,” Laura greeted in a raspy voice. Gone was the melodious alto pitch that she sometimes still heard in her dreams. The amusement in her eyes was the same, however, and Kara felt the vice around her chest loosen.
“Madame President.”
Laura giggled at that put the laugh quickly turned into a cough. The kid acted quickly, grabbing a glass of water from the nearby table and rubbing her back soothingly until she could take a sip. Once she did the coughing fit subsided and she fell back on the pillows with a resigned sigh.
“Madame Secretary, perhaps now isn’t the best time for visitors,” the kid said, shooting Kara a glare for causing his boss distress, no matter how unintentionally.
“I don’t think there’s going to be much more time, Billy,” she said gently. The boy’s face fell and she reached out to pat his hand. “Why don’t you go down to the mess and get something to eat?”
He looked at Kara and back at Laura, an indecisive look on his face.
“And sneak me back a Snickers bar. I’d eat something edible,” she encouraged and something about the statement had him on his feet and headed for the door. He glared at Kara once more as he passed but, once the door closed, she found herself wishing he hadn’t been sent away.
She stood rooted in place for a moment before Laura motioned to her from the bed.
“Come here, sit down,” she ordered. “Sorry about Billy. He’s protective. He still hasn’t accepted it yet.”
She started a story about Billy yelling at the nurses as Kara took the seat but she seemed to realize she was babbling and stopped to give Kara an appraising look.
“Now you know why I wanted you to remember me the way I was,” she said softly. “Kara, why are you here?”
Kara studied her boots for a long moment before looking back up.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I know I don’t know you very well but I just felt like I couldn’t live with myself if we left things the way we did.”
Laura narrowed her eyes.
“Ah, so you came to beg a dying woman for forgiveness?”
Kara’s eyes widened in shock but then she noticed the smile twitching at the corner of Laura’s mouth.
“Hey, I don’t need forgiveness. You’re the one who slammed a door in my face!”
“You’re the one who went through my private papers. They could have been classified. I could have had you court martialed.”
Kara let out a hearty laugh.
“Oh, so that’s how you usually get rid of unwanted lovers, Madame Secretary?”
Laura smiled sadly and reached over to take Kara’s hand.
“You weren’t unwanted, Kara. I’m sorry it ended the way it did but I’m not sorry it happened.”
“Me either,” Kara whispered. She had to fight back tears and she shared a moment with the tiles on the wall as she tried to regain control.
“Is that for me or do you always carry wrapped packages around?”
Kara looked back at Laura who was smiling, playfully now.
“Oh, sure,” she said, handing over the present.
“Blood Runs at Midnight,” she said incredulously once she’d unwrapped it.
“Don’t let the title fool you. The Old Man says it’s a pretty good mystery.”
Laura smiled and put the book beside her on the bed.
“Thank you, Kara.”
Kara looked back at the tiles, again unsure of what to say. Finally, she looked at the book and made a decision.
“Can I read to you, Laura?”
Her voice sounded pleading even to her own ears.
Laura’s eyes brightened and she nodded vigorously.
“Such service, Captain Starbuck.”
Rating: MA
Word Count: 5341
Pairing: Kara/Laura
Summary: This started out as a response to the BSG kink prompt, "Laura/Kara, our earth AU, gay pride." It had a plan. It evolved...into a really long, angsty smut fic in which Laura and Kara meet at NYC's pride parade and sex and drama ensue. Really, one day I will learn to keep the angst out of my smut. Promise.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Captain Kara Thrace looked up from the glossy image in her hands to meet her commander’s glare. Other officers would have cringed but she was by no means other officers.
“Come on, sir. I signed up to fly jets not be the military’s gay poster girl. This isn’t fair,” she whined, hoping her pleading look would move the Old Man. It usually did.
Commander Adama’s face softened and he gave her a commiserating smile.
“I know that, Kara. I think Admiral Cain knows that too, which is exactly why you’ve been given this assignment.”
Kara sighed.
Helena Cain, reigning queen bitch of the US Air Force.
Kara had learned her lesson: never fuck someone higher in the chain of command unless you plan to make it last. Cain’s rage after she ended their affair manifested not in the expected trip to the brig but in being forced to become the military liaison to President Adar’s LGBT bullying initiative. She’d spent the last few months being jerked out of her cockpit to speak on panels, pose for pictures and, worst of all, talk to sniffling little brats about why ‘dyke’ wasn’t an appropriate form of address.
She often found herself thinking she should just tell them it was because said dyke would likely kick their ass.
And now, instead of being granted shore leave to go hog wild at pride in NYC, she was being ordered to ride in the parade marshal’s car with the stupid Secretary of Education, the prissy woman who’d spearheaded the whole stupid project.
She had to hand it to Cain. Her form of revenge was far worse than a few nights in the brig.
“You never know, Kara, it could be fun,” Commander Adama said optimistically. He clapped her on the back as he took his leave, leaving her to stare down at her odious orders and a picture of the woman with whom she’d be spending pride.
Laura Roslin, an old, serious, a politician in a business suit. No hint of fun about the woman.
Kara rolled her eyes and yelled an expletive into the empty quarters before going to dig her dress uniform out of the back of her locker.
***One Week Later***
God, New York was fucking hot in the summer.
Kara readjusted the jacket of her uniform, trying to ignore the sweat dripping down her back. She’d arrived almost on time only to find herself standing on the pavement in the staging area waiting for Madame Priss to grace the delegation with her presence. Kara looked longingly at the barely dressed and already loaded revelers lining the streets and muttered a string of curses under her breath.
She was just about to take off her jacket, just for a moment, when a black sedan pulled up and a g-man hopped out of the passenger side door.
The agent opened the back door and Kara stood at attention. She hated this ridiculous assignment but she was for damn sure not going to spend the night in the brig rather than partying it up at Cubbyhole, luring in the ladies who had a military fetish.
Kara bit back another curse as Laura Roslin exited the car, one long leg first and then the other, and flipped her red hair with a flourish of her hand as she stood fully and blinked into the sun. She was wearing a crazy expensive white suit and alarmingly high red pumps which only served to accentuate legs a woman half her age would have killed for. She seemed to be chatting with her security as she dug in her oversized purse for her sunglasses.
Kara had to admit the woman was far more stunning in person than in her picture.
She strengthened her stance as the cabinet official approached and held out a delicate hand.
“Laura Roslin,” she said with a polite smile, shaking Kara’s hand with surprising strength.
“Captain Thrace. Nice to meet you, Madame Secretary.”
Roslin smiled good naturedly and cocked her head.
“It’s Kara, right?”
The younger woman nodded. Of course Madame School Teacher had done her homework.
“That or Starbuck, ma’am.”
Roslin removed her sunglasses and Kara found herself momentarily disarmed by the humor in her soft green eyes.
“Well, if we’re going to be spending the day together you should call me Laura,” she said. She made a humming noise and looked Kara up and down. “And Captain Starbuck’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
The soldier didn’t even have time to respond before one of the parade officials was ushering them both into the back of the black Cadillac convertible. Kara climbed in and scooted up to sit where the headrest should have been. The secretary followed but her heels proved to be just as impractical as they looked and Kara had to move quickly to catch her by the shoulders lest she go tumbling to the floorboard.
Unbelievably, Roslin started giggling. Giggling so hard, in fact, Kara found herself staring right down her silk blouse at her trembling breasts as the woman tried to both calm and right herself at the same time.
Kara jerked her eyes away and did the only thing she could think of to keep from looking again: she moved her hands to Roslin’s under arms and picked the tiny woman up to place her firmly on the headrest where she belonged.
“Oh, my, what service, Captain Starbuck,” she laughed breathlessly. Kara blushed and looked away as Roslin straightened her suit. When she looked back the politician was reaching down to remove her torturous shoes.
“Stupid things,” she remarked, tossing one heel and then the other under the seat. Kara couldn’t help but let her gaze linger for just a beat too long at the red toenails attached to delicate feet that were now resting on the oversized bag an aide had placed in the seat.
Kara tried to ignore her as the car began to creep forward but the secretary was talkative and she soon found herself telling the older woman about her military mother, her service in the Iraq war, and about serving under the Old Man.
“Oh, poor guy! What a nickname,” Roslin remarked as she waved to the crowds of revelers. Kara couldn’t help but notice that while she was baking to death Laura still looked like she’d just stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
“He knows it’s all in good fun, trust me,” she reassured.
Laura made that humming noise Kara was quickly beginning to like.
“Speaking of fun, they seem to be getting the better end of this deal.”
She pointed at to two young men in the crowd, one wearing a rainbow mankini and the other assless chaps, who appeared to be downing a beer bong.
Kara laughed.
“Well, that’s pride, ma’am. It’s less about celebrating being gay and more about getting wasted and having ill advised hook ups at this point.”
She almost gasped when Laura leaned close to her ear and put her hand on her knee.
“Lucky them,” she whispered throatily.
Kara drew in a sharp breath as Laura’s scent unexpectedly enveloped her. She was even more surprised when a sharp jolt of arousal shot through her core. She physically flinched but even so the secretary’s hand stayed, warm through the wool of her uniform, for a few seconds longer than appropriate.
Once she’d recovered Kara reached down and grabbed her canteen. She took a long swig and, on impulse, offered it to Laura.
“Oh, I’ve got water,” she said automatically but Kara gave her a hard look. She raised her eyebrows in understanding and took a small sip, pursing her lips only slightly at the sharp sting of pure vodka.
“Again, such service, Captain Starbuck,” she said with a smile before taking another, much longer drink.
The rest of the parade passed much more pleasantly than Kara could have ever expected. She found out Laura too was there under duress, something about Adar and revenge she couldn’t help but compare to her own situation with Cain. As more vodka passed between them she didn’t try so hard to keep her eyes off Laura’s legs and the other’s woman’s hand kept finding its way to her leg, higher each time.
By the time the car reached the end staging area at Christopher street Kara found herself regretting the end of her dreaded assignment.
“So, what does one do after these things?”
Laura had replaced her heels, retrieved her bag, and was now standing elegantly with one hand on her hip and the other on the side of the car. She was a goddess in that moment, painted against the comical backdrop of drunken teens and fair food garbage littering the street.
Kara took a deep breath and decided to roll the hard six.
“Most people get even more drunk and have more ill advised hook ups.”
Laura hummed and looked Kara up and down again.
Kara found herself hoping, despite the odds, she found whatever it was she was looking for.
“Well, I have a rented apartment on Jane Street and I believe it has a full bar,” she said finally but then immediately started giggling nervously. “Of course, a young woman like you has got to have better things to do.”
Kara was stunned by the flash of uncertainty that passed across her eyes. She highly doubted anyone had ever turned down Laura Roslin.
She looked back down Christopher, toward the Cubbyhole, and imagined a drunken fuck on some NYU student’s couch. She leaned forward to whisper into Laura’s ear.
“I’ve only got one thing to do,” she said suggestively, almost laughing at the absurdity of a fuck up pilot propositioning the Secretary of Education right in the middle of such a shit show.
Evidently Laura thought it was funny as well because she let loose one more giggle and reached down to pull on Kara’s hand.
“Alright, ill advised and drunk is this way,” she said resolutely.
Kara almost rolled her eyes but couldn’t because Laura’s returned confidence was absolutely the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
“No, ma’am, it’s this way,” she said, pulling the other woman to direct them north.
Laura shot her a sharp look but it was quickly replaced by one of humor.
“Careful, I could be your superior officer one day,” she said playfully.
Kara did roll her eyes that time.
“Only if like forty people died, Madame President.”
Laura’s eyes went wide and she slapped Kara on the shoulder as she giggled again.
“Alright, then. Your orders are to stay here while I tell my staff and security to get lost.”
Kara nodded and watched as Laura shared an exchange with a tall kid in a rumpled suit. She had to wonder what she’d said to him when he shot Kara a look and his eyebrows crawled into his hairline.
When she returned, Kara shot her an inquisitive look.
“Your staff not used to you running off with strange young soldiers?”
Laura laughed.
“Oh, that’s just Billy. He thinks of me as a mother and therefore would like to think I never have sex,” she explained, easily sliding her arm around Kara’s and directing them uptown.
They made their way much more slowly than Kara would have liked, in part due to Laura’s heels but mostly because she insisted on stopping at every booth to ooh and awe over the wares and make delighted little comments in Kara’s ear about the eclectic mix of people pride always attracted.
“I take it you’ve never been to pride before,” Kara said after Laura accepted yet another string of rainbow beads and placed it happily around her neck. The gaudy plastic jewelry looked preposterous against her elegant suit but she couldn’t help but smile at Laura’s childlike glee.
“No, I have,” she said, her smile faltering. “But it’s always been for work and I’ve never taken the time to take it all in. I’ve realized lately I’ve done that with a lot of things in my life.”
Kara almost wanted to ask about the wistful look that passed across her face but before she could Laura had grabbed her arm again. She moved them much quicker now as if something had reminded her of their original mission.
When they got to Laura’s rental she dug the keys out of her purse and opened the door to reveal a small but well decorated studio.
“Alright, I’m going to freshen up,” Laura said as she walked toward what Kara assumed was the bedroom. “Liquor is in the kitchen.”
Kara perused the bar and decided to stick with vodka on the rocks since Laura seemed to actually like her drink of choice. She’d just filled the second glass when she heard Laura’s heels on the wooden floor.
When she turned around her mouth dropped open. Laura had changed out of her suit and into a burgundy chemise. The red pumps had been replaced with black ones and they did even more, if possible, to accentuate her long legs. She had her hand on her hip and a hungry look on her face.
“Holy shit,” Kara breathed.
“Well, that’s an ego boost,” Laura said with a smile. She sauntered over to Kara and took one of the glasses from the counter. She emptied it in one swig and sat it down before positioning herself to pin Kara against the hard surface.
“So, Captain Starbuck,” she husked, her mouth so close Kara could smell the vodka mingling with her perfume, “I think you promised to show me what the kids do after pride.”
Their lips crashed together and Kara moaned into Laura’s mouth as the older woman rubbed her body against her own. She was already pawing at the buttons of Kara’s dress uniform and Kara felt herself getting wet at the desperation in Laura’s movements.
Without breaking the bruising kissing session Kara brushed away Laura’s hand and undid her jacket. As soon as it was on the floor Laura was fingering her nipples through her tank and sports bra, massaging them into hard peaks. She moved her mouth to kiss down Kara’s jawline, pausing to suck at her pulse point.
“Ooooh, God, yes,” Kara muttered, leaning back a bit to allow better access to her neck. Laura indulged in more suckling before moved down to her breast and biting gently through the fabric.
“Take these off,” she demanded and Kara immediately obeyed, whipping the two garments off with one quick motion to expose her breasts. The sight seemed to stop Laura in her tracks and for a moment the wistful look from earlier was back.
Eager to get back to business Kara found Laura’s hand and brought it up to her breast. Laura traced her nipple with a delicate fingernail and Kara shivered.
“Alright, what’s next, Madame President?”
Laura looked up and her eyes were dancing with amusement and lust once again.
“Bedroom, soldier. And lose those pants on the way,” she ordered. She pinched Kara’s nipple lightly one more time before turning and crooking a finger over her shoulder in a ‘follow me’ motion.
Kara did, eagerly, unbuttoning her zipper and struggling out of one pant leg and then the other. By the time she got to the bedroom she was wearing only her standard issue underwear.
Laura had removed the chemise and her garments were far more elaborate. Her black lacy bra and underwear were so sheer they left little to the imagination.
“You’re beautiful, Laura,” she said honestly. She felt a little bad for wondering how old Laura really was but the other woman didn’t seem to notice.
“I bet you say that to all the cabinet members, Captain,” she giggled. She climbed gracefully onto the bed and motioned for Kara to join her.
They resumed their make out session and soon they were both panting and moaning and grasping at each other with frightening intensity.
Finally, Kara took charge and flipped Laura down on her back. The older woman giggled as she jerked her panties down her legs and tossed them across the room. Kara slid a finger through her folds and Laura’s laughter was replaced with a long moan.
“Oh, God, Kara, please.”
It was Kara’s turn to laugh but she followed instructions, exploring every inch with her fingers except for the one spot Laura wanted most. She bucked her hips, trying to force Kara to touch her clit, but Kara found she quite enjoyed watching the woman she’d taken to be staid and serious writhe desperately under her ministrations.
“Don’t tease, Kara,” she almost growled finally. “Make me come. That’s an order, soldier.”
Kara smirked and took her hand away, drawing another groan from Laura. She threw off a smart salute and sunk her face into Laura’s wetness without warning, immediately finding her pearl and sucking hard.
“Oh my God,” Laura screamed, her back arching up off the bed. Kara didn’t let up but instead continued sucking while positioning two fingers inside.
Laura made little mewing noises with each thrust, bucking her hips in time to Kara’s movements. When the sounds turned to incoherent babble Kara knew she was close and upped the intensity.
She came with a strangled cry, her body shaking violently as she rode through her orgasm. When she began to still Kara sucked hard on her clit once more and sent her over the edge again.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh my God,” she yelled, clenching desperately at the sheets. Kara finally took her mouth away and looked up to watch Laura enjoy the last throes of her climax.
When she finally came down she opened her eyes and shot Kara a blissful smile.
“Such service, Captain Starbuck,” she said with a little giggle. “Now get up here and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kara quipped and quickly moved up the bed. Laura moaned when she tasted herself on Kara’s lips and the pilot almost gasped when Laura flipped her on her back without warning.
Laura leaned down to suck on one nipple and then the other, taking her time lavishing attention on Kara’s breasts. Only when Kara started thrusting against her knee did she seem to realize the pilot was getting desperate.
She raised her head and looked up at Kara with a playful grin.
“Eager, soldier?”
Kara whimpered in response and Laura wasted no time in divesting her of her underwear. Kara had just a moment to wonder if the Secretary of Education had ever eaten out a woman before Laura’s mouth was on her, causing that and all other thoughts to fly from her brain.
Laura didn’t waste any time teasing and for that Kara was imminently grateful. She teased her clit until Kara was begging before finally inserting her thumb inside.
“Oh, yeah, so close” Kara muttered. She could feel her orgasm building, just about to peak, when Laura pressed a finger lightly against her asshole, sending her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered as she came for what seemed like forever. When her orgasm was finally over she looked up to see a proud smile on Laura’s face.
“What, didn’t think the school teacher had it in her?”
Kara laughed, hard, and Laura sank back down beside her and threw her arm over Kara’s hip.
They lay there for a moment in companionable silence and Kara found herself wondering what might happen next. She’d never intended this to be more than a quick fuck but she found she liked the feel of Laura’s back against hers, the lace of the bra she never removed tickling her skin when she shifted.
“I suppose one of us should get in the shower,” Laura said finally. “I’d say we could go together but the bathroom’s the size of a thimble. Really, how people live in this city is a mystery to me.”
Kara nodded, recognizing the awkward tone in Laura’s voice and already wondering, with not a little regret, how the powerful woman would let her down gently.
“You go ahead,” she said, her voice a bit rough. “It’s your thimble, after all.”
Laura pressed a quick kiss into Kara’s hair before getting up and wordlessly padding to the bathroom.
When Kara heard the shower running she too lifted herself off the bed and found her underwear. The rest of her uniform was scattered throughout the studio and she took her time gathering up the pieces before returning to her forgotten drink.
Since the shower was still running she decided to take a look around the apartment. There was a small desk in the corner and she recognized the logo from the LGBT bullying campaign on one of the folders.
She thumbed through it, not finding much she didn’t already know, and was just about to head for the TV when she knocked the stack of papers off the desk.
“Fuck,” she muttered, bending down to pick them up. She replaced the ones with the logo back into their folder and was just about the shove the other papers underneath when she caught a look at the words, in bright pink type, at the top of one of the pages.
Dealing With a Breast Cancer Diagnosis
She blinked, curious but not yet concerned, and flipped to the next page with pink writing.
Treatment Options for Stage Four Breast Cancer
She furrowed her brow and quickly turned to the next one. This one was on different letterhead with the Bethesda Naval Hospital logo on top. It had Laura’s name and a printed appointment reminder for the very next day.
Suddenly, a few things she’d brushed off throughout the day made more sense.
The way Laura went through the pride fair like she might never have the chance again.
Her fascination with Kara’s breasts and the way she’d subtly refused to remove her bra, or now that she thought about it, share a shower.
That wistful look she’d wondered about.
Kara closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. She knew the anger she felt building in her chest was irrational but it was far easier to understand than the sudden sadness she felt.
“It’s not like you even know the woman, Kara,” she whispered to herself.
“Kara, where’d you go?”
The pilot jumped at the older woman’s voice and she quickly shoved the papers back under the folder and stood to place them on the desk.
“I’m in here,” she called back, not bothering to keep the coolness out of her voice.
Laura appeared at the bedroom door dressed in a blue silk robe, her long hair wet against her shoulders.
She smiled but her face fell immediately when she saw the look on Kara’s face.
“What’s wrong, Captain Starbuck?”
Kara took a deep breath and willed herself to remain calm.
“Was fucking a young soldier on your bucket list, Madame Secretary? Or would anyone you found on your business trip would have worked?”
Laura’s eyes widened but her expression quickly turned to a glare.
“Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re accusing me of, Kara. I was under the impression you understood this was just, what did you call it, an ill-advised hook-up.”
Kara glared back.
“Ill-advised is certainly a word for it. I wasn’t imagining a white wedding but I kinda think ‘I’m dying’ is pertinent information to tell someone you sleep with.”
A pained look crossed Laura’s face but when she spoke her voice was steel.
“My health is none of your business, Captain.”
Kara rolled her eyes.
“Oh, really? That’s rich. You were just gonna fuck me and let me hear you’re dead on the news in a few months?”
She watched as Laura struggled to keep her expression neutral but the moment her face crumpled and her shoulders dropped Kara was across the room.
“I’m so sorry, Laura. That was uncalled for,” she said softly, reaching up to wipe a tear from Laura’s cheek.
Laura flinched at the touch and pulled back into the bedroom.
“You should go, Kara. I’m sorry for this, really,” she said tearfully, “but you should go.”
With that she turned and closed the bedroom door, leaving Kara dumbstruck in her wake.
****Three Months Later***
“This is a stupid idea, Thrace, stupid, stupid, stupid,” Kara berated herself over the roar of her motorcycle’s engine.
She’d left the apartment on Jane Street and vowed never to think of Laura Roslin again. She was a pride fuck, just like any other, and being summarily tossed out after one of those was nothing new. Besides, she rationalized, what was she gonna do? Quit her job to sit at the bedside of a dying cabinet member she’d only known for a day?
She managed to put that day out of her mind until one day she looked up at the television in the pilot’s rec room and to see a breaking news alert.
Secretary of Education Collapses At Hearing.
Her chest constricted and she’d screamed at everyone to shut the fuck up so she could hear the news report. They had video of Laura, much thinner and paler than she remembered, slouching forward mid-sentence and then being quickly surrounded by concerned aides and Congressmen.
After that she started to watch the news more often. Three weeks after Laura’s collapse she read she was taking a leave of absence to focus on her battle with late stage cancer. Two weeks after that Richard Adar told a reporter he prognosis was grave but she was still fighting. One long, torturous week later she’d asked the Old Man for leave.
But as she got closer to Bethesda she grew more and more unsure of herself. It wasn’t like Laura owed a one night stand an audience on her death bed. She wasn’t even sure if she’d remember her after all she’d been through. If she did, Kara didn’t know exactly what she wanted her to say. All she knew was that, for some unfathomable reason, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
“Here goes nothing,” Kara muttered as she switched off the gas and reached up to remove her helmet. She retrieved her small offering from the back and marched resolutely to the entrance.
A nurse, apparently intimidated by her uniform, directed her to the right room. She moved through the halls quickly until she found the oncology ward. She grimaced when she saw a nurse helping a bald, emaciated man into a wheelchair. She passed another room in which a family was gathered around a bed, their faces tear-stained, as they stood over a still woman on a respirator.
She suddenly wanted to turn around and run. She didn’t want to know what toll cancer had taken on the beautiful, vibrant woman she’d met not that long ago. She didn’t know Laura very well but she got the sense she probably wouldn’t want Kara to know either.
Before she could flee she was at the right room, marked by the presence of a guard she vaguely remembered seeing on the team that discreetly accompanied Laura at the parade.
She was planted in place, staring, and he looked at her suspiciously.
No turning back now, she thought as she moved to stand in front of him.
“I’m here to see Laura Roslin,” she said, hoping her voice sounded more sure than she felt.
“She’s not taking any visitors, ma’am.”
Kara nudged one toe of her boot with the other.
“Can you please just ask her? My name is Captain Kara Thrace and I came a long way to see her.”
The suited agent looked her up and down and shrugged. He opened the door, careful to block any view inside with his body, and she heard a muffled exchange. When he returned he motioned her inside with lift of his shoulders.
She gasped when she entered the room and immediately kicked herself internally. Laura sat propped up in the bed, wearing a robe and a dark black wig that made her sharp features look even more harsh. There was an oxygen tube across her face and a cannula taped to her hand. The boy she remembered Laura telling her thought of her like a mom sat in a metal chair at her bedside looking tired and haggard.
“Captain Starbuck,” Laura greeted in a raspy voice. Gone was the melodious alto pitch that she sometimes still heard in her dreams. The amusement in her eyes was the same, however, and Kara felt the vice around her chest loosen.
“Madame President.”
Laura giggled at that put the laugh quickly turned into a cough. The kid acted quickly, grabbing a glass of water from the nearby table and rubbing her back soothingly until she could take a sip. Once she did the coughing fit subsided and she fell back on the pillows with a resigned sigh.
“Madame Secretary, perhaps now isn’t the best time for visitors,” the kid said, shooting Kara a glare for causing his boss distress, no matter how unintentionally.
“I don’t think there’s going to be much more time, Billy,” she said gently. The boy’s face fell and she reached out to pat his hand. “Why don’t you go down to the mess and get something to eat?”
He looked at Kara and back at Laura, an indecisive look on his face.
“And sneak me back a Snickers bar. I’d eat something edible,” she encouraged and something about the statement had him on his feet and headed for the door. He glared at Kara once more as he passed but, once the door closed, she found herself wishing he hadn’t been sent away.
She stood rooted in place for a moment before Laura motioned to her from the bed.
“Come here, sit down,” she ordered. “Sorry about Billy. He’s protective. He still hasn’t accepted it yet.”
She started a story about Billy yelling at the nurses as Kara took the seat but she seemed to realize she was babbling and stopped to give Kara an appraising look.
“Now you know why I wanted you to remember me the way I was,” she said softly. “Kara, why are you here?”
Kara studied her boots for a long moment before looking back up.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I know I don’t know you very well but I just felt like I couldn’t live with myself if we left things the way we did.”
Laura narrowed her eyes.
“Ah, so you came to beg a dying woman for forgiveness?”
Kara’s eyes widened in shock but then she noticed the smile twitching at the corner of Laura’s mouth.
“Hey, I don’t need forgiveness. You’re the one who slammed a door in my face!”
“You’re the one who went through my private papers. They could have been classified. I could have had you court martialed.”
Kara let out a hearty laugh.
“Oh, so that’s how you usually get rid of unwanted lovers, Madame Secretary?”
Laura smiled sadly and reached over to take Kara’s hand.
“You weren’t unwanted, Kara. I’m sorry it ended the way it did but I’m not sorry it happened.”
“Me either,” Kara whispered. She had to fight back tears and she shared a moment with the tiles on the wall as she tried to regain control.
“Is that for me or do you always carry wrapped packages around?”
Kara looked back at Laura who was smiling, playfully now.
“Oh, sure,” she said, handing over the present.
“Blood Runs at Midnight,” she said incredulously once she’d unwrapped it.
“Don’t let the title fool you. The Old Man says it’s a pretty good mystery.”
Laura smiled and put the book beside her on the bed.
“Thank you, Kara.”
Kara looked back at the tiles, again unsure of what to say. Finally, she looked at the book and made a decision.
“Can I read to you, Laura?”
Her voice sounded pleading even to her own ears.
Laura’s eyes brightened and she nodded vigorously.
“Such service, Captain Starbuck.”
Tags:
- angst,
- au,
- bsg,
- kara thrace,
- laura roslin,
- laura/kara,
- smut
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Date: 2014-07-30 10:23 pm (UTC)Yay for angsty ill-advised Pride fucks!
I would totally not turn down the chance to see Katee Sackhoff in a USAF uniform. The very thought makes me giddy.
ETA: Kara would refer to herself as an Airman, not a soldier (as in: "...strange young airmen?"). Air Force personnel don't like being called soldiers. Those are Army. :D
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Date: 2014-08-01 09:45 pm (UTC)There's so much in this 'verse. I could read so much more of it, but I love all the snippets you gave us here.
I'm so glad you finished this. The Immortal Goddesses needed it. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2014-08-02 12:00 am (UTC)From flirty and funny and sexy to aching and sad. I loved this. Such a perfect rif on canon only with Laura/Kara. I love Laura's strength here. I can see Kara not being able to let the parting stand as it was and I'm glad she went to go see her. And Billy not accepting it. /sniffle
Gah. I'm not supposed to be teary eyed on a Friday night!
Wonderful fic.
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Date: 2014-08-02 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-31 03:14 am (UTC)Also, for characters taken out of their universe and canon, it’s amazing how IN CHARACTER all of them were – the way Laura acts, Kara’s various reactions, Bill’s cameos, BILLY, and I love how you capture the liveliness of NYC pride-fest and melded this story with both current events and BSG themes. It’s amazing.
♥