How Do You?


What started Kara's enmity towards Tigh? M for non-consensual pairing. Pre-miniseries drabble inspired by challenge #5 (Identity) at the bsg_100 livejournal community. Title taken from the Radiohead track on Pablo Honey. Constructive criticism welcome.


Kara eased up from the tangle of sheets, one sleep-crusted eye cracked open and a hand pressed to her throbbing head. She couldn't remember what she'd had to drink or how much; she did remember stumbling through hatches and being pressed against a wall. Hot breath at her neck, hands pawing greedily at her chest. A too-hard crotch grinding eagerly against her ass.

She looked down, taking stock. Her shirt was in tatters, her thighs sticky with blood and fluid. Eyes blurred, darted suddenly to the place beside her. The alcoholic smell was too familiar.

Tigh.

She remembered saying no.