Thanks to everyone who had the patience to wait for me to finish this :)
4 AM. The next morning
Saul Tigh quietly stepped on the threshold of his cabin. The smell of Ambrosia in the air indicated that his wife's party was not over yet.
"Ahh, Saul, come here! There is still some ambrosia left for you. Not that you deserve it. You almost ruined my plan for revenge on Bill! But still- it was a complete success. Come here and celebrate with me, love!"
Saul shook his head trying to process her words. Revenge on Bill?
"Why don't you tell me about your plan while celebrating?" he asked and took the bottle she handed him.
Too drunk to think about consequences, Ellen told him about every step she made during those few weeks. At the end of her story, she had one very drunk and dying from laugh husband lying on the bed next to her.
"Oh, woman, I'm amazed at exactly how stupid you can get... Those two fools were not going to realize what they feel to each other for months ahead. All you did is to show them the short way. I don't know about revenging on Bill, but I'm pretty sure you helped him decide to frak The President sooner."
Saul continued laughing at his quiet wife, who, even drunk, was still able to comprehend the information at hand.
Ouch...
6 AM
Laura had decided to stay until morning before she goes to Colonial One
"You just don't want to be the news's main hero if they accidentally find out that The President has returned to Colonial One from Galactica in 4 AM in the morning." Bill had stated.
So here she was, on his couch, with one ear literally glued to the phone on which Colonel Tigh was telling something quite curious. Something about Ellen and her master plan for revenge. Bill's ear was just as interested as Laura's in the matter so the leaders of the fleet were a really funny picture trying to share the poor small receiver. But the story Colonel Tigh was telling was worth it, really, really worth it.
"And, Bill, please, don't tell this to the other demon in this game- My wife is crazy, but if Roslin knows about this I can't even begin to imagine the situation."
With that Saul ended the conversation completely unaware that the said Demon has heard every single word of his great conclusive speech
"Demon?"
Bill laughed at Laura's grumpy face and hung up the receiver.
"I have to agree with Saul- you two really can play dirty. Demonically dirty."
Laura gave him a slap on the chest and lay back down on the couch.
"So… this whole circus was about revenge?" Bill shook his head in astonishment.
"Well, you have to admit- she is good." Laura said.
Bill looked at her- stretched over his couch in one of those tight skirts and the white "hug me" blouse which showed just the right amount of good things and smirked:
"I know someone better than her…"
Laura's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Flattery will not get you where you want to be, Commander."
"And where do I want to be, Madame President?"
Laura slowly rose from the couch, straddling him in his lap, fiery locks covering his face. Before Bill had any time to process the information at hand, she attacked his lips, her tongue parting his lips, asking, no- demanding for entrance he was more than happy to give once caught up with the events. She explored his mouth slowly, with a pace of a professional who knew exactly where to go and what to do in order to drive him mad. She stroked his tongue with her own, sucked from his lower lip and licked his upper one before going back inside his mouth for another duel of tongues. She was maddeningly slow and immensely seductive.
It was just a kiss, but Bill's body was burning with desire so powerful that he was barely able to control it. He moaned in her mouth, helpless, declaring complete surrender. Laura smirked with content and, showing some mercy, let him take a breath.
Bill met her look- a look of a conqueror after a long battle, a look of a woman who knew that she had complete control over him (at least in this particular situation), a look of a goddess descended to visit her mortal worshipper.
One second after Laura was kissing him again and caressing his bare chest. When did she manage to divest him of his tanks was a mystery Bill gladly decided to ponder upon some other time.
Why do all the women decide to play commando on that couch?Bill wondered when Laura attacked his zipper with enthusiasm which screamed: situation non-negotiable. And then she took off her blouse and his coherent thoughts were over.
Colonial Day, 1 month later
It was one month since the so famous Picon party, the Colonial fleet could breathe peacefully- no women wars, no funny rumours (except for the one stating that after finding out about his wife's affair, the XO of Galactica has started a relationship with The President and The Commander has fired him the next day. Of course, Ellen Tigh had to find and choke the man who invented it and no rumours followed. Just one very scared journalist visited Cottle for a couple of stitches- a mark from one very drunk wife.)
The battlefield was quiet and Ellen Tigh was pondering upon her imaginary victory, conveniently trying to forget the fact that Laura Roslin was in better relations with William Adama than never. After all, she did her best and she did torture the woman a little. That was better than nothing.
"See? I told you the little schoolteacher will not dare come after me, Saul. She is just happy that I didn't take Bill away from her and now will sit quietly in some corner. She doesn't have the guts to declare second war."
"I would not be so sure, if I were you, Ellen- the woman deals with my best friend on a daily basis and everyone who manages to live through a day with The Old man is not to be underestimated…"
That barely said, Laura suddenly appeared in front of the pair
"Hello, Colonel, Ellen. Are you enjoying yourselves?"
"We do, Madame President, we do." Answered Saul Tigh wondering why was the woman here anyway- she had spent the entire night dancing with Bill in a manner that could have fooled everyone around them but not Saul- he could smell the "pre-frak" dance from miles. Or maybe "post-frak" considering that the two leaders have emerged one after another in a suspicious pattern. Well, whatever the case was, "frak" was the key word.
"I'm glad, Colonel. The party is demonically successful, don't you think?"
Saul's heart sank within him, remembering very well exactly how he used that particular adjective one moth ago. The frakking woman has heard the whole conversation… Saul finally realized what the muffled sounds during the phone conversation meant. Bill, you miserable traitor!
"Ellen, could you give me a minute?" Asked Laura cheerfully, mercifully leaving the sweating Colonel.
Ellen sighed, foreseeing something bad coming on the horizon and decided to play with caution.
"Of course, Madame President. What can I do for you?" she forced a smile.
"I was thinking… as the wife of the XO, you have certain responsibilities in this fleet and it is high time you got to work."
Ellen blinked.
"I have arranged for you to stay on the Geminon ship, in the quarters of the priestesses of Pythia in order to strengthen the relations between the military and the civilians in that area."
Ellen gulped.
"I've already discussed this with the delegates and they all agree."
Ellen turned white.
"Of course, if you don't want to go, I can always send someone else, but… you know… the delegates would be very disappointed."
No exit. The bitch hit the bull's eye. I'm so frakked up.
"Well, Madame President, how could I refuse such an honour" Ellen answered weakly.
Laura nodded with ultimate satisfaction.
"Oh, and by the way, the women there have a bit harsh rules: No men. No ambrosia. No music after 8. No walks among the rest of the crew. " Laura announced as if she was just informing Ellen about the weather.
"Just you and the priestesses."
And with that final revelation, Ellen Tigh was totally knocked out.
With that Laura gave the stunned pair one last smile and came back to her dancing partner.
When you mess with the President, you should be ready for the consequences. And the consequences for Ellen were historical.
For the first time in her life, Ellen Tigh was defeated.