Disclaimer: BSG (2003) and all the characters are property of Ron D. Moore. We merely borrowed his playthings to play a bit in his sandbox.

Enjoy! C & L


7th December

"I think you shouldn't have offered to open that third bottle of Ambrosia, Bill," Laura whispered in his ear while they busied themselves at the drinks cart, fetching fresh glasses and some more snacks (well, pressed and seasoned algae, to be fair, disguised as snacks).

He couldn't suppress a chuckle and they both simultaneously turned their heads around to glance at their guests. Saul and Ellen had made themselves comfortable on the couch some time ago, telling joke after joke, more to themselves than to their hosts. The third bottle of Ambrosia stood on the coffee table in front of them, half empty already.

Right now, however, Ellen, completely unaware of being observed, had decided it would be a good time to boldly cup her husband and silence his surprised hiss with a deep kiss.

Laura's checks were suddenly covered in a dark shade of red and she quickly turned around to the cart to hide her face. Bill, however, leaned closer to her and put his hand on the small of her back.

"Laura," he murmured close to her ear again, "so, while these two seem pretty much occupied with something else than Saul telling us how much he loved dinner or Ellen repeatedly stating how gorgeous you look in that dress of yours tonight – which you do, by the way – how about we disappear some place else where I promise your cheeks won't be flushed from embarrassment?"

Not even waiting for her reply, although he could clearly see the flabbergasted expression on her face when he pulled her along, he opened the hatch, still undetected by the Tighs who were in a rather compromising position by then, and slipped out of his quarters into what promised to be a night without hangover at least for the two of them.