It's always alarming to wake up, so unexpectedly, in someone else's rack. Even more so when it is the rack of someone so unexpected, Laura thinks, as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. Laura tries to remain still as not to disturb her sleeping companion as she struggles to recollect the exact circumstances that brought her here, naked, limbs entangled with those of the brash blonde Viper pilot.
Ambrosia. There was definitely ambrosia, Laura deduces, a faint hint of the alcohol's aftertaste lingering in her mouth. They were doing shots, she recalls, the events of the night previous finally starting to come back to her.
After her dance with the Commander, Laura went to get a refill of water from the bar, and while she was waiting, an exuberant and slightly tipsy Captain Thrace bumped into her. After waving off Kara's apology, they conversed while watching citizens and crew members alike letting loose on the dance floor.
Kara made a joke about asking Laura to dance, and they both laughed. She'd offered to buy Laura a drink, and even though Laura knew she shouldn't mix her medication with alcohol, she couldn't resist the twinkle in Kara's eye.
Somehow a single glass of ambrosia turned into mixed ambrosia shooters and a tipsy Laura asking Kara to quote, get her out of there. They had ended up in the surprisingly empty pilot's quarters and Laura took Kara up on her earlier offer of a dance. They swayed to the music in their heads, and when Kara pressed her lips against Laura's, Laura responded in kind.
How they went from that first gentle kiss to Laura being naked in Kara's rack, hips thrusting in time with her talented tongue and fingers, remains a bit of a mystery, but she vividly remembers the latter.
Laura's body shifts reflexively as she replays the pleasures of the night before, causing her companion to waken.
"Hey," Kara says sleepily, adjusting her body until they are face to face.
"Hey, yourself," Laura replies, "I don't remember everything, but I think I was an embarrassingly selfish lover last night."
"You needed it bad," Kara says, biting back a laugh. "I think, under the circumstances, it can be forgiven."
"Or remedied," Laura murmurs, sliding her hand across Kara's abdomen.
"As good as that sounds, we're probably not alone any longer. I'm used to having an audience, but you might not want…" she trails off.
"If I'm going to have to take the proverbial walk of shame out of here, I at least want them to know that I have some prowess," Laura teases.
"Spending the night with you has already guaranteed me a place in legend, but if you really want to do me some favors, forget about my pleasure. I'll truly be a God if they hear me make you scream."
Laura laughs. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you," she asks with a smile.
"Sure of my sexual prowess, yes. About anything else…well, that's a different matter entirely," Kara responds honestly.
"Is this something you're going to regret, Laura? A tipsy one-night stand," she asks with some trepidation.
Wanting to give Kara reassurance, Laura leans over and kisses her, humming deep in her throat as their tongues tangle together, soft and slow.
"No regrets," she says as she pulls back, "I can't make any promises, but I'm not shutting the door on anything either. Okay?"
Kara smiles, running her hand down Laura's arm, entwining their fingers.
"Okay," she says, "If you're still interested in showing off your skills, I could be persuaded…" she trails off as she sees Laura's wicked smile.