VIII
It hadn't been a good week for Admiral William Adama. Not only had Hera been taken, and Boomer long gone, but Boomer's little stunt at jumping right next to Galactica had only made matters worse for the quickly-crumbling, once-mighty ship.
Yet he was denying the reality of both situations. Both Cylons and Humans were telling him that they had to rescue Hera, that the young girl was not only a beacon of hope that Human and Cylon were basically the same, but that she was playing a part in everything that was going on since the attack on The Colonies.
He had refused to go after Hera. When Saul had advised him that Sonja was ready if he wanted to transfer The Flag to the Baseship, the Admiral had completely ignored the possibility.
Yet as the hours passed, the damage from Boomer's jump was being felt. Had Galactica been in tip-top shape, her maneuver would have been serious enough. With Galactica coming apart, despite the best efforts of both Cylons and Humans, it had been cataclysmic.
Events were starting to get ahead of him.
Even though President Roslin hadn't over-ruled Admiral Adama on his decision to not go after Hera, or even beginning the process of transferring The Flag, she had held meetings all day that were preliminary to both those things happening. She had met with Lee and the new Quorum, mostly about the latter as Galactica continued to shake loud and often.
Laura had also talked with Athena, who was recovering in the Sick bay, and with Caprica, about their continuing visions about Hera. Athena, unfortunately, was so distraught about Hera's kidnapping that Cottle had her sedated so she could rest. Laura then met with Sonja and with Natalie, who, even though she had relinquished leadership, was still an important voice among the Rebel Cylons. The three women made some tentative plans in the event that the flagship had to be abandoned in favor of the Cylon Baseship.
It was another Friday night. Kacey was doing one of her beloved sleep-overs at a school friend's quarters on the family deck that had been constructed on Galactica. Laura didn't arrive home until 2200 that night, and she was exhausted, both physically and mentally from the day. With both she and Kara working, Sammy was in daycare when they were both working. Kara had picked up their children, fed them, got Kacey to her sleepover, then put Sammy down for the night.
Rarely had she seen her wife look so forlorn as she did this evening, when Laura walked through the door. The dual, evolving crises with Hera and Galactica's health had taken a toll on her that day.
Kara had been tidying up their residence when Laura came through the door. Seeing the look on her wife's face, she made an immediate beeline for her, wrapping her in a strong, loving embrace, slowly swaying with her wife, trying to comfort her.
"I know how bad today was for you, baby", Kara whispered to her wife. "For the moment, let it go, honey." Laura didn't protest when Kara moved them both to the couch, and retrieved a glass of wine for each of them.
When Kara sat down in the corner, Laura snuggled against her younger partner, soaking in the love that she always felt with Starbuck.
"I should over-rule the Admiral on both these matters", Laura said in what sounded more like a defeated voice than a defiant one. "I could you know?" She turned to look over at her wife.
"Yes, you could, but both are military decisions, and..."
"Are they?" Laura rarely cut Kara off, but the tension of the day had been too great. "Both can fall under the very survival of the Human race. You were right when you told Bill that Hera is critical to our survival, and to the survival of The Cylons. And Boomer's stunt was the last thing Galactica needed. She really did some damage to this ship."
"I know", Kara said softly. Kara was in a bit of a quandary. She was military through-and-through, and had always backed Bill Adama. Yet her loyalty to her wife-and to the Human race on those ships, took precedence, or so Kara thought, over the military ramifications. Yet both were intricately entwined. "I'm glad he let a Heavy Raider check out where this Colony is. It buys us a little time."
"We're running out of time, babe", Laura said darkly. "You heard Lee-Galen has said there are only a few jumps left in this ship."
"Tell you what", Kara said, taking a cleansing breath. "Why don't you drink your wine for a bit? I'm gonna draw a very hot bath for us, and we can soak away some of this tension for a while, OK?"
"Mmm, sound just what the President needs", Laura said with a small chuckle, Kara joining her. "I yield to the wishes of my beautiful, smart, and sexy wife."
"Brown-noser" Kara said with a giggle, Laura answering it with one of her own.
Fifteen minutes later, Laura Roslin was leaning back against her wife in their very large bathtub, the hot water and her wife's talented fingers on her neck melting away the stress of the day.
"Why don't we do this every night, hmm?"
Kara chuckled. "Like we have the time to do this every night, my dear wife. Some night we're working; some nights the kids are up; some nights we're having wild sex."
Laura burst out laughing at that last one. "We are pretty wild in bed sometimes, aren't we?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way, baby." Kara reached around and squeezed Laura's ample breasts, then running her fingers over hardening nipples. "So, those are gonna belong strictly to me within a week or so?" She lightly squeezed Laura's nipples to remind her of that fact.
"Gods, I love when you play with my tits, Starbuck", Laura moaned. "As much as I have loved nursing Sammy, I'll be glad to give my nips back to you, honey." They both snorted. "Right now just...just keep massaging my breasts." She gave a contented sigh, Kara complying.
"I love you so much, Laura", Kara whispered with a voice filled with emotion. "I was talking with Kat the other day, and told her, straight up, if I had to choose between flying, and you and the kids, you win hands down. I don't need anything else but you and our kids."
"I'd lay down the presidency in a moment if given that choice, Kara." Laura moved her hands over Kara's, as her wife kept massaging her breasts. "My gods, this is wonderful."
Laura continued to moan, as one of Kara's hands slowly slid down her wife's abdomen. Their over-sized tub allowed Laura to spread her legs, almost without thought, knowing what Kara's destination was. A moment later, she felt Kara's fingers run through her closely-trimmed, auburn pubic hair, then dive further down, separating her folds, Kara running a finger lightly around Laura's clit. The President gave a loud moan of pleasure.
Despite being in steamy and very hot water, when Kara pushed a finger into Laura's center, it was warm itself, the heat of the water not compromising the heat of the fluids inside her wife. She quickly added a second finger.
"Ooh, yes, baby", Laura keened, "just...nice and slow. Just like that."
Kara complied, but added some lusty talk to her slow ministrations. "When we get out of this tub, Laura, I'm gonna kiss, lick, and suck you from head to toe. I'm gonna suck your nipples so hard that they'll be erect for days, you'll be begging me to stop. I'll kiss and suck on your neck, your lower lips, your earlobes..."
The low, insistent, sultry voice of her wife was getting the President hotter and hotter.
"I'll massage your ass, and lay kisses all over it. Then I'll spread your ass cheeks, lick your little hole, then put a finger in your ass and give you an internal massage."
"Oh, gods, yes, fuck my ass, Kara", Laura said, the imagery in her mind driving her higher.
"Then I'll roll you over, Roslin", Kara continued, beginning to shake a little herself, "and separate your pussy lips, put my tongue as far inside you as I can, then shove three fingers inside, fucking you with my fingers."
"Oooooh, gods..." Laura's hips were thrusting now toward Kara's fingers, demanding that her lover pick up the pace.
"I'm gonna lick up all your wetness, and swallow it, then I'll put the tip of my tongue on your clit, and lick back and forth..."
"Kara..."
"Then I'm gonna put my lips around it, and suck it hard into my mouth, licking it, and lightly biting it with my teeth..."
"Kara!"
Kara smiled. "Then when I have you so worked up that you can't stand it any longer..."
"Yes..."
"I'm gonna say 'come for me, Laura'."
Laura Roslin wanted to scream louder than she ever had, but didn't want to wake their son up, instead she let out a long, strangled moan as her body shook with one of the most incredible orgasms she could ever remember, Kara pumping her fingers in and out of her, her thumb stroking her now pulsating clitoris. "Ooooh, gods, Kara!" Kara continued until a second orgasm crashed through her wife, then, despite not being touched herself, but simply watching the beauty and power of her wife's climax, Kara climaxed herself, like her wife, moaning loudly, but not letting a scream out.
Kara removed her fingers, wrapping both her arms around her wife's midsection, as they both continued to shake with tremors and aftershocks of their orgasms, Laura's head laid back on Kara, Kara's face buried into one of Laura's shoulders, riding through her wife's continued spasms.
Finally their passion died out for the moment, the two women simply laying against each other, no words being necessary. Kara kept softly kissing Laura's shoulder as they subsided.
"That was incredible, Starbuck", Laura finally said with a thick, emotional voice. "You talk good sex, you know that?"
That broke the demeanor of her younger wife, who laughed loudly. "I think I can talk the talk, and walk the walk, don't you, Madam President."
"Oh, most definitely." Laura sat up, and turned toward her wife, kissing her lips hard. "You're gonna be walking the walk as soon as we dry off, baby."
"Sounds like a Presidential directive?" Kara arched her eyebrows.
"I do out-rank you, Commander."
Kara snorted a laugh, kissing her wife again, as they prepared to dry off and head to bed.