XVI
No on thought the respite from The Cylons would last.
It had been a peaceful day, that Saturday, until about 1330. Lieutenant Aaron Kelly was at his Ops station. He had moved to the main shift when Felix Gaeta had stayed on New Caprica, and now that Gaeta was dead, he remained in that post.
"Dradis contact", he said loudly, but with no overt excitement. "Two Baseships just jumped in, bearing 202 carom 145, Raiders already in the air."
Helo was at the Conn, with both Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh having the day off, at least officially. "CAP, Galactica. Narcho, Cylon Baseships just jumped in. Form up."
"We got 'em, Helo." Then Galactica heard Noel Allison talk to his Vipers. "Here we go guys, vacation is over, let's get 'em!"
Helo was on the horn to the launch bay. "Get all available ships in the air, Cylons have jumped in. All ships available in the air." Within moments, another fifty ships launched from both sides of Galactica, the position to the Cylon Baseships downloaded to their Viper's systems.
It had been a while since they had been in a bottle. It was also the first chance since leaving New Caprica that The Fleet, completely back together, had to respond. Helo knew some of the pilots were rusty, but he had confidence in all of them, without fail.
Kelly had called Admiral Adama in his quarters, and the Old Man came in two minutes later. In the port launch area, Lee Adama, soon to be the Vice President, was quickly in a Viper, and would take command momentarily. Kat and Hot Dog were airborne moments later.
"OK, everyone, this is Apollo", Lee said in business-like tones, "I've got command. Narcho, your squad hear right, bearing 135, carom 028, and flank them on their left. Kat and Hot Dog, your groups are on defense for Galactica and for the civvies until they jump."
From around him, Apollo quickly received replies from his senior jocks.
Some of the senior Captains among The Fleet had not survived New Caprica. That had been the intent of The Cylons, to leave as few good fliers as they could. Unfortunately, it had not been enough to keep the ships grounded. Some who were in command of the civilian ships, had not flown them off of New Caprica, and this was their first jump under battle conditions. There was some lost motion, but not enough to give The Cylons a good shot at taking out another chunk of the fleet.
Within seven minutes, all the civilian ships had jumped to the pre-positioned coordinates. Galactica had only lost two Vipers in the short, fierce encounter before the last civvie jumped.
Now firmly in control, with Tigh next to him, Admiral Adama wanted to high-tail it. "Apollo, Galactica Actual, recall all fighters, time to get out of here."
"Actual, Apollo, affirmative. Everyone, back to base, I repeat, break off."
Within sixty seconds, all the ships were aboard, and Galactica left The Cylons to shoot at nothing but empty space.
Life just got real again.
Admiral Adama called President Roslin, who was home with Kara and Kacey on Colonial One.
"How many did we lose, Bill", Laura said, from her office. Kara remained below with Kacey.
"Two Vipers, two pilots, a couple more shot up a little. All the civvies got out OK. We had a bit of confusion among some of the newer Captains, but that will take care if itself with some practice."
"In other words, we weren't really hurt too much."
"No, we weren't, Madam President", Bill agreed, "but it's a good reminder for you to use Monday when you make your announcement."
"You're right, it is", she said somberly, realizing she'd have to take the population count down by two, as she glanced at the board with the numbers.
"By the way", Bill thought, before he let the President go, "speaking of your announcement, would you like to have Lee and I present? Me in uniform, Lee in civilian attire, to show backing for your plan?"
Laura was startled by the offer. "That's generous of you, Admiral", she said kindly. "Thinking it might make everyone keep in line a little?"
"Possibly", Bill offered. "But it will show that we have a united front with the military, and with your soon-to-be Vice-President."
"I think I'll take you up on that, Bill, thank you."
"Also-and this one is totally up to you, Madam President", Bill added, "why not have Kara and Kacey with you when making the announcement? I know", he said quickly, feeling a response coming, "you don't want to use them as props, I get that, and Kacey will miss one day of school. But it might go over better having The First Lady, and your daughter with you."
Laura liked that idea, after first wanting to protest it. "When did you become the consummate politician, Bill?"
The Admiral snorted a laugh. "There's even some thing and old fossil like me can see clearly enough, Laura." They shared a good laugh. "Again, I think it would be a good look."
"I do, too", Laura agreed. "And Kacey won't suffer missing one day of pre-school", Laura quipped. "I'm planning an 0900 address. Come over about 0800 if you both can?"
"We'll be there, Madam President" Bill said with some satisfaction. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend."
"Only if you keep The Cylons away", she said lightly, Bill taking the ribbing in the spirit offered.
"I'll do my best. See you Monday."
"I think I want to start flying, for real, very soon, Laura."
Kara had been like a bee inside a jar when the Cylon attack had commenced. She, Kacey, and Laura had been in the top section of Colonial One, Laura doing a little bit of weekend work, while Kara and Kacey watched an old Pyramid match involving Sam and the C-Bucks. Laura would look over every so often and smile, as the little girl really enjoyed the sport.
That all changed when The Cylons showed up. The pilot on duty had made an to the rear for everyone to buckle in, as they would be jumping. Tory was onboard. Tory actually lived on the second of the four decks of the ship. That didn't cause any problems, as both living quarters were well soundproofed. Tory didn't have a boyfriend, but she had brought a man over one night after the party. As long as Tory didn't embarrass the office of the President, Laura didn't mind. In fact, she knew come Monday, thinking wryly, she might be encouraging the beautiful younger woman to get serious with someone.
They had made it through, but Laura had seen the anxiety on Kara's face. Not anxiety that they were going to get shot out of the stars, but because she wasn't out there, in a Viper, blowing a Raider out of the stars.
"I had a feeling that's what was going through your mind, honey", Laura said with a smirk, after they were back into their quarters. "You've told me that flying gets into you, and it doesn't let you go."
"No, it doesn't", Kara said, knowing deep inside, Laura was nervous about Kara getting back into battle. "I still have a way to go with the Vipers-maybe another two weeks or so. And I haven't been in a Raptor SIM. I'm hoping to have Athena do that this week with me."
"Athena?" Laura never knew what surprises her beautiful wife would spring on her next. "Still trying to mend the fences."
"Yeah", Kara said, with almost a shy smile. The only adult that could make her seem shy was her wife. She had no inkling why that happened occasionally, but Laura treated her just the same. "Athena got three commendations from the New Caprica rescue, and she damn well deserved it. She was critical to getting us out of that hell hole."
"I agree. I had to sign off on those commendations", Laura said, thinking back at how easily it had been for her. When Bill Adama had explained all she had done, Laura didn't hesitate. She didn't fully trust the Cylon turncoat yet, but the rescue had made her more at ease. "Bill said she is, next to Helo, the best Raptor pilot we have."
"She's probably equal to Helo", Kara offered. "I think her instincts for flying are little better than his."
"And to think I never thought Cylons had instincts", Laura said, with no amusement. "Maybe if we had more Athena's, we could end this cycle of violence, but...there's so much history, I don't know if that can happen."
"That's why you need your best pilots out there, defending The Fleet, babe." She wasn't joking at the moment. "I'm not gonna blow my own horn, but I'm the best pilot in The Fleet, and that includes Lee, and he knows it." That made her smile a little. "The Admiral says he thinks I might be one of the most talented pilots ever to fly a fighter."
"That goes back a thousand years, love", Laura said, sounding impressed. "I don't know if Bill can quantify that statement, but he was one of the best ever, reading up on the history of our military. He would know better than I."
"Like I said, I don't have an ego about that. I just love flying. If we were still home, at peace, and I had done my time in the military, who knows? I might be flying this or another bird now. I just love having a stick between my legs and making a ship talk to me."
Laura marveled that Kara made it sound poetic and erotic, all at the same time. Kara had always had a way with words, and Laura had found it almost irresistible. "Let's not talk about sticks between your leg, oh wife of mine. I'll get horny and jealous all at once. And with..." She tossed her head to the side, toward Kacey playing in the living room, "I don't need that right now."
Kara laughed, getting up and walking behind her seated wife. "Why, Mrs. Roslin, are you telling me you might be in the mood later?" She sucked on Laura's earlobe, making the President moan softly.
"Stop it, Mrs. Roslin", Laura responded with a giggle. "Later, baby."
"Oh, you're no fun", Kara said with a sexy little pout.
"I will be fun later, OK?" Laura tried not to break out laughing, but failed miserably. Then she turned serious again. "I can't stop you from getting back in a Viper, love. You're right-we need everyone doing what they can to keep us alive. But I can tell you I won't like it."
Kara squeezed Laura from behind again, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek. "I know, Laura. I really do, but...that's what I do best. I was born to fly."
Laura turned back to look at her amazing woman. "And I was born to love you, so you better come back after every mission."
They tenderly kissed on the lips, Kara returning to her seat afterward. They grew quiet then, both of them watching Kacey play for a while.
Saturday was always a sleep-over night for Kacey-either she slept over at a classmates place on another ship, or, occasionally, the classmate would sleep over on Colonial One. Many parents did this, to try and give their children a little bit of normalcy in a very not normal situation of being cooped up in spacecraft. The Roslin's were no different.
Tonight, Kacey would be on Galactica, as a few of her classmates actually lived there. It made for an easy pick-up in the morning-and it gave her mom's a chance for some much-needed alone time. Laura, especially, having the pressures o f the Presidency on her shoulders, craved the time with her wife.
Kara made the trip to the Battlestar with their daughter, as she wanted Laura to just relax. Tomorrow was the last day of her three-day weekend, and the younger woman didn't want her wife out and about, where she might have to do some Presidential stuff off-the-cuff. Laura was grateful, and simply poured a glass of wine, waiting for her younger wife to return home.
A half hour later, which seemed like an eternity to the President, Kara walked through their normal-looking, but reinforced door.
Laura got up and went over to her wife. "Seems like it took you all day, baby." She put her arms around Kara, giving her a delicious, insistent kiss on the lips.
"I was gone a half hour, you goof", Kara said playfully, putting her palms on Laura's shapely ass. "Know what I want you to do?"
"You ordering your President around tonight?"
Kara giggled. "You're bet your sweet ass, Madam Prez." She tasted Laura's wine-coated lips again. "I want you to go take a warm shower, dry off, then lay down on the bed. I want to give you a massage. You're tense as hell."
Laura couldn't argue with that. "Long week. Goes with the job."
"I know, honey", Kara said sympathetically. "Go take that shower, I'm gonna get my own glass of wine and join you in the bedroom in a few, you got it?"
"Yes, Captain Thrace", Laura said, rolling her eyes, making Kara giggle again. Kara smacked Laura's butt as she went in the bedroom, and then on to take her shower.
Kara dimmed the lights in the bedroom, as she could hear Laura taking her shower. Tonight, she wanted to do the pleasing, and let Laura's mind and body float away at being totally, completely loved. While Laura showered, Kara slipped into an almost sheer black bra, and matching lacy panties, wetness already threatening to spill out of her center. She wanted to make this just right for her wife.
She had warmed up some massage lotion she had recently obtained, which smelled of vanilla, and tasted of vanilla, which would make the massage experience more personal for both of them. Starbuck smiled wickedly the thought of having the President under her complete, lustful control.
Kara had just finished her preparations when Laura walked out of the en-suite. Kara's mouth fell open, as Laura appeared fully nude, a blazing, lustful smile on her face. Kara gave her wife's body the once-over, noticing that Laura had shaved the patch of auburn pubic hair to where it was barely there, making Kara's mouth water.
"God, Laura", Kara said with a shaky voice, "you're the most gorgeous, sexiest sight I've ever seen."
Kara rose off the bed and grabbed Laura in a ferocious embrace, claiming her lips as insistently as she ever had, the two woman locked into a lusty body meld, moans and sighs clearly audible.
"I want you, so bad, Kara", Laura breathed huskily, a hand groping one of Kara's breasts.
Kara laughed. "Later, Madam President", she teased. "As I said, I'm gonna give you a massage-a very long, indulgent massage, baby. You deserve it, and I'm going to give it to you. Lay down on your stomach, please?"
Laura snickered at the fawning Kara was showing her, but complied. She lay down, her arms to her side, legs slightly parted, Kara getting a glorious view of Laura's toned, muscled back, and her shapely ass. Kara wanted to rip her garments off and take Laura right then and there, but she wanted to keep her promise.
Kara first began by laying down on Laura's back, putting her lips to Laura's ear. "I'm going to make love to you slowly, baby. We have all night. I plan to use that time."
Laura simply moaned, making Kara laugh. She began by rubbing her hands all over Laura's back, light fingertips meandering down her back, over her sides, down over her magnificent glutes, and down her long, shapely legs. Starbuck was simply getting a feel for the terrain below her, as she also left soft kisses over the places she was touching, Laura squirming in anticipation.
Kara then poured a little of the warm oil on the middle of Laura's back, the scent wafting in the air, a heady harbinger of what was to come. Using both hands, Kara slowly worked her hands and fingers up Laura's back, around her shoulders and under her hairline, massaging with fingers as she moved, Laura instantly relaxing into to the sultry touch. Kara found a particularly tough knot on the left side of Laura's back, just below the shoulder blade, and she gently kneaded the tight muscle until it started to dissolve.
"Oh, gods, Starbuck", Laura moaned, "that was worth the price of admission right there." Both of them giggled at the remark, Laura moaning some more as the knot faded from existence. Kara didn't find any other overt muscle knots, but kept up her loving ministrations, over the small of Laura's back, which was very sensitive, over her hips, and then down to her ass cheeks, Kara's massage becoming firmer as she reached Laura's hourglass hips, and her glutes. She continued down the back of Laura's legs, all the way to her ankles.
Laura's eyes were closed, the touch of her lover already leaving her in her own reality, where nothing existed except her own bare skin, and Kara's talented, loving hands. She especially loved the massage on her hips, which always seemed sore, after being on her feet and in her high heels for most of the working days. It caused her to part her legs just a little more.
Kara tickled her buns, making Laura squirm, both of them laughing at the playfulness. Starbuck retrieved a little more oil, pouring the warm liquid directly into Laura's butt crack, the warm, vanilla mixture running over Laura's puckered opening, onto her already wet labia, and contacting her clit, a small moan of lust emanating, as the slippery substance made contact with her most treasured areas.
Kara separated her cheeks slightly, running the oil on the inner walls of her wife's ass cheeks, scraping a finger over her tight opening, a gasp coming from her lover. Kara then took one finger, massaging Laura's perineum, making sure not to touch the President's labia or her vagina, but building up Laura's need.
Kara rubbed that area to more moans of approval. She moved her finger back to Laura's puckered, tight opening, rubbing it there for a moment, waiting for Laura's assent.
"Don't tease me, Starbuck", Laura ground out, "I want...put your finger in my ass, please..."
Kara grinned in satisfaction, hearing her President, her wife, her lover, beg for penetration. Kara slowly, achingly complied after pouring a little more oil on the opening, inserting her finger into the forbidden area of Laura's ass, the most personal touch she could ever give Laura, filling her body with desire. After settling her finger in, letting Laura adjust, Kara began to slowly piston her finger in and out of Laura's ass, Laura slowly moving in rhythm with Kara's movements.
"More, Kara", Laura gasped. "Another finger...frak my ass, please."
Kara felt a wave of moisture exit her center on her now-soaked lacy underwear, almost having an orgasm at Laura's words. She slowly, and deftly, worked a second finger into Laura's ass, picking up the pace after she got comfortable. Despite her insistence, Kara kept the pace as gentle as possible, remembering the violence of how The Cylons had entered her ass on New Caprica. She used the motivation from that memory to make this a loving, erotic experience for both of them.
Laura had never felt such a connection to anyone in her life, like she did Kara at that moment. With Kara's fingers stroking inside her most forbidden area, Laura felt what was almost a stream of her own juice exit her vagina, washing over her already-sensitive clit, more moans of need coming from her lips. "I love you, Kara, gods. Please, keep fraking my ass."
Even without touching Laura's clit, Kara could tell her lover was so turned on, so into what she was doing, that she was going to orgasm soon. The walls to Laura's ass tightened around Kara's fingers, Laura's hips trying to raise off the bed. A low, almost guttural moan left the President's throat, her body tensing up, Laura feeling another wave of come leaving her body, as she began to spasm with her first orgasms of the evening. She could not remember climaxing with out actual stimulation to her clit, but she was in such a lustful high that it had overpowered her.
Kara slowed the movement of her fingers in Laura's ass, finally stilling them, and gently pulling them out. Before Laura could totally relax, Kara spread Laura's cheeks, running her tongue on the inside of Laura's ass, and over the puckered, but now more relaxed opening. Laura's moans increased again, as Kara sent the tip of her tongue just beyond the opening, the vanilla flavor on her tongue delighting the pilot.
As Laura breathed into a recovery, Kara quickly slipped off her bra and panties, briefly running her hand over her genitals, feeling her own wetness mix with that of the oil. After Laura had subsided, Kara commanded her.
"Roll over, baby", she said in a rough, demanding voice. Laura didn't hesitate. When the older Roslin opened her eyes, Kara was straddling her on all fours, Laura gasping at the sight of her wife's nude, incredibly toned body, desire coursing through her again.
The blonde lowered herself on to Laura's body, their breasts perfectly meshing together, nipples on nipples, Kara capturing Laura's mouth in another fiery kiss, Laura thrilling at tasting herself, and the vanilla oil, on her lips.
Kara lifted her head up, to look into her lover's eyes. "Do you know how much I love you, baby? You're everything to me. You're my life, my breath."
Laura's breath hitched at the power in Kara's word, seeing the trust and desire in the younger woman's eyes. "Gods, baby, I can't imagine life without you now. You're my world. I'd lay down the Presidency for you if I had to."
Those words raised the libido on both of them, another desperate, insanely hot kiss ensuing, both women running their hands over each others' sides, reveling in the contact. Kara eventually remembered her promise, and rose up.
"Second part of the massage, love." She winked at Laura.
"Lords, I'm in trouble", Laura said with a smirk, making Kara laugh loudly.
"You said that, lady, not me." Kara came down for one more quick kiss, the knelt to one side of Laura, taking the bottle of warm oil, and pouring a generous amount on to Laura's abdomen, the older women gasping at the warm moisture over the cooler surface of her skin.
Kara slowly worked some of it around her stomach, over the sides, gliding soft, gentle, barely touching fingers over the skin that twitched at the sensitive touches. Kara then slowly slid her hands, one after another, between Laura's breasts, and up to her neck, over to her clavicles, rolling the oil into her shoulders, and down the front of her arms, avoiding the beautiful orbs below her.
Kara then straddled Laura, putting her genitals on to Laura's right thigh, Laura shivering as Kara's own arousal contact her skin, Laura raising her thigh to receive more contact. Kara was having none of it.
"You stop squirming, you hear me", she said with a giggle. "You concentrate only on my hands, love. My hands on your skin."
"Oh, you bitch", Laura bit off with a laugh, making Kara laugh as well.
Kara leaned over Laura so her face was mere inches from Laura's. "Maybe this will still you a little." She press her lips into Laura's, Laura bringing her arms around Kara for a few moments, tasting the sweetness of her soft lips and active tongue, wanting more.
Kara broke the lip-lock. "Just relax, baby", she cooed softly. "Let me make love to you my way tonight, OK?"
Laura's eyes were wide, and she could only nod, another giggle coming from Kara at the look on her face.
Kara retreated, her center just above Laura's pubic hair, Laura being driven mad at the proximity of her genitals to her lovers, but unable to do anything about it, so she did as Kara bade, and tried to relax her mind and body.
"That's better", Kara said lustily. She poured a little more oil in her palms, slid back down to Laura's thigh, and began to directly massage Laura's magnificent breasts, first around the peripheral of the orbs, and moving her way toward the center, increasing the pressure and kneading of her fingers as she moved closer to the most sensitive area. Starbuck brought her fingers together at the apex of Laura's breasts, slowly fingering her already-hard, dark red nipples, making Laura gasp as she pulled them gently upward, then letting them go, and massaging her breasts in earnest, flicking her aching nipples as she moved her hands around.
Laura was in a state of such incredible lust, her eyes closed, concentrating on her lover's fingertips. Without warning, Laura felt Kara's lips, tongue, and teeth on her left nipple, the feeling of it being sucked up in her wife's lips making her cry softly, the ache in the nub replaced by the sheer ecstasy of the contact. Kara massaged the other breasts, while also manipulating the other nipple, then switched sides. She continued lavishing lips, and tongues, and teeth over Laura's orbs and nipples, not able to get enough of it. The taste of Laura's salty sweetness, combined with Laura's sweat, and the vanilla of the oil had Kara's mind racing a a million miles an hour, a fresh dose of her own desire landing now on Laura's skin, Kara giving into the urge to rub a little friction from Laura's thigh to her clit, but still trying to concentrate on her love.
She then slid down Laura's body, her labia rolling over Laura's knees, until she stopped for a moment and sat up, putting more oil in her already-slick hands. She rubbed the oil into Laura's thighs, working her way down her legs, over her knees and calves, working the warm liquid all the way into Laura's ankles, the tops of her feet, and between her toes, then massaging her way back up, carefully moving toward Laura's pussy, which Kara could see was drenched in her own desire.
She paused one more time, taking the bottle, as Laura spread her legs as wide as she could, anticipating the wondrous sensations that were about to erupt within her. Kara poured a small amount of the oil, directly on Laura's aching, throbbing clit, the contact making her cry loudly for the first time this night. "Oh, Gods, Starbuck!" Her hips buckled as the liquid meandered through her labia, and to the opening of her vagina. Kara than pressed her hands on the insides of Laura's thighs, coming ever so close to her treasures, Laura desperately trying to move Kara's hands into her nether region.
"Look at me, Laura", Kara commanded with a hard insistence, Laura opening her eyes, the two locking their vision on each other. Without breaking their stare, Kara took her right hand, and palmed the oil upward, over Laura's lips, rubbing her clit hard, and into Laura's closely-cropped pubic hair, the red hair now glistening with the oil, making Kara's mouth go dry for a moment. With tantalizing slowness, she moved two fingers back down through her pubes, and into the insanely wet lips of Laura's labia, playing the mixture of the oil and Laura's own desire through the folds, Laura's hips gyrating again. Laura had to close her eyes at the intensity of the feeling, not able to help it.
Kara had played around enough. She used her fingers to pull Laura's labia wide, then dove her face into the river of moisture, lapping her tongue an lips deeply into Laura's folds, inserting her tongue into Laura's center, Laura crying in utter delight to finally have her lover's face between her legs. The concoction of the vanilla-flavored oil, along with Laura's overpowering, sweet, musky scent drove Kara higher as she moved her lips up to Laura's clit, sucking it in eagerly. Laura frantically grabbed a stray pillow, putting it under the small of her back, lifting her nether region into the air.
"Kara..gods", she gasped. "Finger my...oh, gods, I need fingers in my pussy and my ass...please!"
Kara didn't waste any time. As she still was locked on Laura's clit, she put her left thumb in Laura's center, then driving her oil-coated center finger into Laura's ass, immediately driving them furiously in and out of her wife. Laura's hips thrashed and buckled, her back coming off the pillow, incoherent cries that blessed Kara's name escaping her lips.
"Gods", Laura screamed, "harder, faster, Kara!" Kara complied, increasing her thrusts, finally sucking Laura's clit hard into her lips, gently biting and tonguing the now-engorged bundle of nerves.
Laura suddenly arched her back and cried loudly. "Kara!" An orgasms unlike anything she could remember, crashed through her, from the tip of her toes, to the top of her head, her whole body coming in a hard spasm, until her arms, legs, and back, locked in place where they were as the orgasm continued to drive through her. Kara wrapped her right arm around Laura's left thigh, while continuing to suck Laura's clit, continuing her hard thrusts into her love.
"Keep going!", Laura cried through the orgasm, riding another wave, wanting Kara to frak her as long as she could stand it. "Oh, gods, yes, keep fraking me, baby!"
Kara continued as a third, monstrous orgasm roared through the President, her back arching even higher. "One more!", she screamed, as Kara sucked the clit even harder, a fourth, final orgasm tearing through Laura, Laura putting a hand on Kara's head to signal to her that she could take no more.
Starbuck gently licked Laura's clit, as a signal that she had gotten the signal, then stilled the finger in Laura's vagina and her ass, slowly moving the fingers around to bring Laura down from her incredible high. Laura's breathing was still frantic as Kara removed her fingers from inside her wife, then gave one final kiss to her clitoris, then slowly, gently moved her body up Laura's, her breasts becoming coated in the oil that lay on Laura's body. She moved to once side of Laura, turned her wife's back into her chest, and embraced Laura from behind, as the redhead's breathing tried to calm.
"I've got you, baby", Kara said softly into Laura's right ear. "I'm not letting you go. I love you so much, Laura Roslin, I'm right here, love."
Laura put her right arm over Kara's, pulling her arm tighter over her breasts, Kara softly grabbing Laura's left breasts, completing the embrace tightly. Only then did Laura's breathing begin to subside, her chest starting to calm, recovering from a round of love-making unlike either of them had ever experienced.
Laura brought Kara's the back of Kara's right hand to her lips, Kara making a fist. Laura reverently kissed the back of her wife's hand, and her knuckles. "I love you so damn much, baby", Laura said in a still-shaky voice. "So damn much. That was...beyond incredible", she continued as her breathing hitched, still coming down form the highest of highs.
"Just rest now, my beautiful wife", Kara said gently. "We have all night to make love, but rest." Kara kissed Laura's right shoulder, as both of them slowly drifted into a soft, contented slumber.