Games
by Charis
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and all associated characters belong to people who are not me. Desire belongs to Neil Gaiman. I'm just borrowing.
Notes: For banthafodder on LJ, who wanted Desire and Baltar. I realise we don't know what Baltar calls Six, which makes things a bit awkward.
A hand glides down his chest; he tries to concentrate on the task before him, but the hand is joined quickly by a second. They move up to cover his eyes, and soft, hot breath tickles his ear. "Guess who?"
He leans back and reaches up, expecting to find curling hair as his fingers trail up the slender nape. "You," he breathes.
"Wrong." The voice is slightly different, the hair straight and thick, the body leaner than he anticipated. He inhales, smells smoke instead of perfume.
"Lieutenant Thrace?" unmistakeable surprise in his tone. He never expected her to be the kind to play games.
The laugh is not Kara Thrace's, though; the body less muscled as his hands slide down her arms. "Lieutenant Valerii?" he hazards. He never did find out where 'Boomer' came from.
She still laughs, soft and mocking. Baltar swallows convulsively, surprised to find he is still inappropriately aroused. Maybe she was right to tease him about wanting the President at the most inappropriate of times. He catches the wrists, pulls them away and turns around. "I'm done playing games," he grumbles.
"Good," the voice says, and it sounds a little bit like Lieutenant Gaeta's. He has a sudden, confused impression of a slender, impossibly beautiful man - woman? - before lips press against his.
Gaius Baltar splutters awake.
- finis -