Kendra Shaw didn't think of herself as homosexual no matter how many times she slept with women. Or how little interest she showed in the men her mother's friends seemed to think would make a good political marriage for her. Though she supposed not liking those men didn't count towards not liking men in general.

It had been a few months since her mother's death, but the shadow was still there. It probably always would be. All the right people showed up to her funeral. Even people who hated her mother made an appearance. Probably to make sure the old bitch was dead.

Not that she didn't love her mother, but Kendra knew what kind of politician her mother was. She even admired it, and emulated parts of that persona. But she didn't really have much of a desire to make her way into politics the way her mother had, climbing up the colonial political hierarchy over the bodies of her enemies. The Fleet was a much neater way to gain power. A much cleaner path. Even forty years after the Cylon War people in Colonial society still deferred to the military. Richard Adar was the first president in more than thirty years without any military service and it had cost him a lot during the campaign.

That and she looked good in uniform. At least that's what Tory said.

She glanced over at her lover, asleep beside her in bed, a sheet half covering her naked frame. They had met at her mother's funeral, Tory had gone with her boss, the mayor of Delphi. He was one of the ones who probably wanted to check her mother's pulse to make sure she was really dead. She and Tory had laughed about it that night in a bar.

Kendra didn't normally take women to bed that she'd just met. Especially when she'd met them at a funeral. Her mother's funeral. But there was something about the political operative that she rather liked, especially after a few drinks relaxed her.

She could still remember trailing her hand down the silk of Tory's shirt, slipping under to caress the young woman's breasts. She could still taste the slightly salty taste of Tory's nipples. It had been a beautiful night, which ended much too soon.

They had met a few more times, even tried to have dinner together while Kendra was on Caprica playing currier between Fleet HQ and the civilian government. But their relationship wasn't really founded on romance and the two of them beyond their political ambitions had very little in common. So they usually just ended up frakking, and that was really just fine with both of them.

A little sex was good for the soul.

Kendra looked over again at Tory and leaned her face into smell the mass of disheveled hair that cascaded down the pillow. There was something distant and flowery that she used in her hair that drove Kendra crazy.

The shifting in the bed woke her lover up, and she blinked a few times before focusing on Kendra. "Is it morning already?"

"0600."

"What is that in real person time?"

"The fleet is made up of real people you know. It's morning."

"When do you have to go?"

"I catch a shuttle up to the Scorpion Yards at 1200. We have plenty of time, though I should probably shower before I leave. Last thing I need to do is to report to Admiral Cain smelling of sex."

Tory smiled. "I like the smell."

"Do you now?" Kendra asked as she straddled Tory and brushed the last of the sheet from her body. She liked looking down on Tory, especially when she remembered that this woman thought she'd be president some day. She had even once joked that Kendra could be her Military Chief of Staff. Kendra rather liked the idea, mostly because she liked the idea of bending the president over her own desk and having her totally.

She leaned down and kissed Tory on the mouth, pushing her tongue past the other woman's, dominating the kiss in such a way that the other woman wouldn't have had a chance to return it. She wasn't all that interested in Tory returning anything right now. She just wanted to have one more frak before she was going to be stuck on a Battlestar for a few years.

When she finally left Tory's mouth the other woman was breathing rough and raggedly. Kendra moved down her neck, kissing and nipping a bit at the skin just where her neck met her shoulder. She intended to leave Tory with something to remember her by. She nipped at Tory's right nipple before capturing it between her teeth. The gasp from her lover told her she was biting just a bit beyond what was strictly comfortable. She pressed her teeth a bit farther and pulled up on the nipple.

A little pain was good for the soul. It told you that you were alive.

Without letting go of her nipple one of Kendra's free hands moved down along the curves of Tory's body until it reached her sex and she pressed a finger in to find her clit. She teased it, running her finger across it twice, pressing down a bit, but not lingering. One didn't leave an impression with just a lovely frak.

And Tory was going to remember her.

She moved her hand down, finally abandoning the pursuit of the nipple and watching her breast snap down again. She was going to need the leverage. She pressed two fingers into her, knowing how small and tight Tory was. Relishing how small and tight Tory was.

She pumped the two fingers in and how for a minute slowly, letting her feel them in her. She pumped just long enough so that Tory might think that this was how it was going to go, but as she sped up just a bit she pushed a third finger in and was rewarded with a long sustained grunt from Tory.

"Want me to stop?" It was a baiting question. She already knew that she'd stimulated Tory enough that there was no way she was going to want to stop now, no matter if it was a bit rougher than she had expected. She continued to pump her three fingers, driving the tension in Tory's body farther and faster. Just before climax she stopped and tilted her head at her lover, who looked suddenly alarmed.

"Do you want it?"

"Of course…" Tory pushed herself up just a bit to try and get Kendra's fingers just a bit deeper into her.

"Are you certain?"

The enthusiastic nodding of Tory's head made Kendra grin wider. She had wanted this since the day she had first met Tory. She wanted to have this self confident woman in her bed, under her, desperate for her. When she started pumping again she was moving her hand fast, like a piston. She watched Tory melt back into the pillows as the orgasm overtook her. As her body finally submitted to the inevitable.

Once the orgasm passed and Kendra had cleaned off her fingers she leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. "See you in a few years?"

Tory just nodded, unable to articulate much in the wake of the quick morning frak.

Kendra smiled and pulled herself out of bed to shower. Pegasus awaited.

Fin.