FIC: Chocolate

Author: Jo Raine (Celievamp)

Pairing: Laura Roslin / Kara Thrace

Rating: Mature

Spoilers: Set during Second Season, before Resurrection Ship.

DISCLAIMER: I only borrowed them for a while. Battlestar Galactica is the property of Glen A. Larson, Sci-Fi Channel, R & D TV, Sky and NBC Universal. Not Me.

ARCHIVE: Passion & Perfection. Dark Matter Anyone else, just ask.

Synopsis: Even good girls rebel sometimes

CHOCOLATE

Her kisses tasted of chocolate.

I just lay there, running my tongue over my lips, savouring the taste of her as she grinned down at me. I didn't understand how that was possible. Chocolate hadn't been available for months, not even on the black market. And Kara wasn't that well connected. Neither was I and I was the fracking President.

I tested my discovery again, pulling her down towards me by her dogtags. I kissed her thoroughly, exploring the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Definitely chocolate. The rich creamy kind that melted on your tongue. Not the most expensive kind, the kind you bought with your pocket money when you were a kid, the kind that filled you up and made you feel safe and warm and loved.

I wondered what chemical reaction caused it. Was it her, was it me, was it a particular combination of the two of us. Whatever it was, I liked it and I wanted more. I also realised that it would be very easy to crave that taste, to get addicted to Kara Thrace.

Before I was President, before I was a politician, even before I was a school teacher my greatest delight, my deepest sin was chocolate. I would do anything to get hold of it, one brand in particular. Luckily it wasn't too expensive and was fairly widely available, through legitimate means, usually.

I don't mean that sometimes I would hesitate to apply the five finger discount. What would the Press make of that I wonder? That their Prophet President was a juvenile shoplifter. I didn't do it often, just when I had a particular need to feel alive, to scratch that itch. And I never ever got caught. Laura Roslin was a good girl. No one ever suspected.

It makes sense of course in that context that kissing Kara Thrace would make me think of chocolate. Making the volatile pilot my secret lover is just another small rebellion, another itch to scratch. And now more than ever I have that need to feel alive.