hahaha, well. yes. i don't really know wtf this is about. don't kill me if she wasn't lieutenant during the time that he was vice president.
it's weird. and i was experimenting to see if i was actually interested in writing for this genre. and i do believe that i am.
oh, and gaius baltar is the motherfucking shit.
Kara Thrace, obviously no longer sober, gives the coyest smile she can muster under the circumstances and winks from behind her drink. She giggles and beckons him from across the room.
"You cannot be serious, Gaius. I can't believe you're even considering approaching her," the imaginary vixen breathes in his ear, grasping his shoulder.
"Would it kill you to leave me alone once in a while?" he retorts quietly, so as to not be thought crazy by those around him.
She ignores his response and continues, "Honestly, Gaius…"
"If I want to engage in a situation that may or may not lead to a meaningless fracking, please allow me that pleasure, and get out of my head."
"She doesn't love you, Gaius. She could never love you like I do." She takes a few steps forward and turns to face him.
He refuses to be distracted by her trademark lower-than-low-cut red dress and cleavage. "You're a machine. An imaginary machine. Lieutenant Thrace is obviously very real and obviously very—"
"But she doesn't love you," interjects the cylon.
"Last time I checked, sex had nothing to do with love."
"That never stopped us."
"I don't love you," he replies coldly.
"I would be hurt," she says. "If I didn't know that was a lie."
"Impossible," he mutters, under his breath.
"What was that, Gaius?"
He ignores her and makes his way over to the tipsy lieutenant. "Good evening, Miss Thrace."
"That'sLieutenant Thrace to you, Mister Vice President Baltar," she replies, giggling.
"Oh, indeed," he agrees as he slips a hand around her waist. Gaius chooses not to recognize the fact that he can see his own personal six, just behind Kara, huff and roll her eyes at him.
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