Spoilers/Timeline: Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down
Disclaimer: They are so not mine! Ron Moore and Universal Studios own everything Galactica. I own my imagination and a hefty DVD collection, that's it!
A/N: Yep, I'm a Laura/Lee shipper, but I've got some Roslin/Tigh gremlin's lurking about in my subconscious! This is A/U – i.e: what could have happened between Roslin/Tigh in the midst of the "Adama might be a cylon"/Leoben scenario if Ellen hadn't been hanging around like the bad smell that she is!
Impulse
By Socket
She studies his lips, lips she had once pressed up against, but a lifetime has happened since that night.
"Which is why the Cylons flight plan isn't consistent with their previous attempts at an attack," Tigh continues, griping the sides of the podium stand. His eyes sweep over the conference room; the audience is listening carefully to his every word.
Roslin sits between Billy and Adama. Uncomfortable, she uncrosses her legs and then crosses them again. Tigh's eyes are on her and she sees him hesitate slightly: no one else notices.
"We believe they're planning a coup… setting a trap," the XO carries on.
Laura runs her eyes over Tigh's body; he looks smart in his uniform. She vividly remembers stripping him of that uniform. She can still taste him, can hear his guttural groans as he drove harder and harder into her, can still feel the heat of his skin beneath her hands as she dug her nails into his back.
Months… it has been months now. She wonders if the Colonel ever thinks of it, he certainly never speaks of it. They rarely see each other anymore, and when they do, they are never alone. But sometimes, there is something in the air between them, that glimmer that passed between them that night. Hidden, but not gone.
She uncrosses her legs again and watches with amusement as the XO falters. The Colonel turns his head slightly, tearing his eyes away from Roslin, a slight blush rises to his cheeks, but the lighting is too dim for anyone to perceive. Only Laura observes it.
Roslin's mind retraces that night…
They were sitting side-by-side at the table in his quarters; they were discussing how best to approach Adama over the Cylon allegation. The first few buttons of Tigh's uniform were undone and he leaned forward in his seat – passionately defending William Adama – he gave her reason after reason as to why Adama was not a Cylon agent, she'd never seen him so alive, so fiery. Then he stopped - his breathing uneven – and that's when Laura felt drawn, as if an invisible force were pulling her towards him. She touched his arm and leaned forward: their noses almost touching.
They gazed at each other and in that moment neither thought of the consequences, of where this could go, of whom it might hurt. Slowly, in a dream-like state, Laura edged closer. Tigh's eyes were strange, longing, but unsure.
Their lips touched: soft and tentative. Roslin pressed against the Colonel and his strong arms wrapped around her; pulling her closer. Hands explored, clothing was shed and all sense and meaning became lost.
"The blind spot, we think, is the plasma cluster… we believe there is be a Cylon fleet inside of it waiting to intercept us," Tigh finishes, then takes his seat.
Lee enters the conference room and leans into the President, whispering something in her ear.
The XO feels the familiar tremors in his chest as Roslin stands and follows Apollo out of the room; Laura glances over her shoulder at him and gives a sad smile, and he knows not a day will pass where he doesn't think of her and that one night of impulse they shared.
The End