XVIII
Despite President Roslin's fears, there wasn't a huge uproar over the legislation to make abortion illegal for the time being. Perhaps had this been put into effect before New Caprica, there might have been, but after that hell, it appeared that the last remnants of the Human race truly realized the gravity of their predicament. There were a few grumblings, but not a lot.
The Adama men, along with others in the military, were ironing out protocols for the female pilots if, and should, they get pregnant. Despite being, by his own admission, "old-fashioned", Bill Adama didn't like the fact that this whole thing seemed to fall on the women of The Fleet. He knew what was going to happen would be difficult, but he had sent out a letter to his troops that the men who got the women pregnant, unless the pregnancy was done via anonymous artificial insemination, would be held responsible for helping to raise the children they helped bring into the Universe. If a man's sperm were donated with the woman knowing who the male was, he had the same obligation.
It would be a headache, but Bill Adama was willing to make it work. Yet he had to balance the needs of having more children, with the necessity of protecting The Fleet. He and Laura had had many positive, if sometimes contentious conversations about this. Laura had agreed that the military was unique in this situation, and she gave the Admiral a lot of leeway in how it was implemented.
Laura had convinced her wife Kara, that it might be a good idea for them to have an interview with a member of the press. First of all, it would give the people of The Fleet a chance to actually see the two together, plus Kara could tell a little of her story about New Caprica, and they would share with The Fleet their plans for participating in helping the population grow.
Late one morning, they held an interview with a correspondent named Sheila Gray, who was considered one of the fairest of all the reporters within The Fleet. It would be a live video recording, which the people of The Fleet could watch as it happened.
Mrs. Gray as in her thirties, roughly of an age halfway between that of Laura and Kara. She had pleasant, but quite serious disposition. It sounded like a contradiction, but anyone watching her immediately felt comfortable.
"Hello, people of The Fleet", she began with a warm smile. "I'm Sheila Gray, and today, I have the honor of interviewing the President of The Twelve Colonies, President Laura Roslin, and her wife, the First Lady of The Fleet, Captain Kara Thrace-Roslin."
Laura had been used to such things for years, having been a government official. Kara was not used to sharing herself with the Universe, but Laura had put her at ease, and she was trying to relax.
"Madam President, we will begin with you. I'd like to first thank you for your time today."
"Thank you for having us, Sheila", Laura responded with a genuine smile, Kara inwardly marveling at how natural Laura was at this.
"To say that all of us have been through hell and back, for almost the last two years, would be an understatement. How would you gauge the current state of The Fleet and our people?"
"Sheila, we have been through so much, since the beginning of this journey. New Caprica tested us in ways that we couldn't have foreseen, and, despite the scars it has left behind-for those of us who were on New Caprica, and for those who remained on or near Galactica and Pegasus during their exile, I believe, have exemplified, for the most part, the best of Humanity."
Laura delved into her own capture and imprisonment, and how it had affected and changed her, as well as her commitment to the Insurgency. Sheila Gray's penchant for reaching deep became apparent.
"Everyone is aware of the actions the Insurgency took to combat The Cylons on New Caprica. Yet one that, most know, that you opposed, was the suicide bombing of the New Caprica Police graduation, that killed many Cylons and Humans. Can you comment on that."
Laura had insisted that nothing be truly scripted here-the only thing she had asked of Gray is to let Kara tell her story, as she saw fit, and not to push her if Starbuck didn't offer many details. Sheila had agreed.
"Sheila, war in and of itself, is not just an extension of politics, but is a crime against all living creatures. Sometimes, it causes you to do things, and act in ways you normally wouldn't. I've been guilty of that, you might say, in the past. As far as the decision of the suicide bombing, no, I was not for it, but as a member of the Insurgency, I take responsibility for it."
"You and Colonel Tigh disagreed on the operation?"
"We did", Laura confirmed, "but Saul Tigh has been in the military all his adult life. He has served the people of the Colonies, and of this fleet, with honor and bravery. Tigh and I haven't always seen eye to eye", she said with a smirk, "but I gained immense respect for him on New Caprica. He should be seen as a hero to the people of The Fleet."
After some more political questions, Gray went on to the legislation just passed. "Madam President, were you surprised by the rather mild reaction to the legislation that you signed, forbidding abortion for the time being, except in instances of rape, incest, or when the mother's life is in danger?"
"I was, I have to admit." She gave a small laugh at that. "I have always believed that a woman has a right to her own thoughts, actions, and, most importantly, her body, and I continue to believe that. But as I mentioned with regard to the Insurgency, we are sometimes forced to do things that go against the grain of a lifetime. We've gone from twenty-four billion people to thirty-seven thousand in three years. We are losing lives faster than we've been able to replace them. This is an absolute necessity for us to survive."
The reporter turned to Kara finally. Kara had requested that Gray simply call her 'Kara", to keep confusion at thee minimum. "Kara, you yourself, like everyone who was on New Caprica, went through a lot. Can you tell us a little about it."
Kara lowered her head a little, but spoke from the heart. "I don't like to think I went through more than others-we all lived a hellish existence down there-but I was married shortly after arriving, to Samuel T. Anders, who was a resistance fighter on Caprica, and many knew him before the war as a All-Pro Pyramid player. Sam came down with the virus during the first Epidemic. Unfortunately, I had been taken to the Cylon prison while he was sick, and he died while I was being held.
"I found out, while being held, that I had a daughter, Kacey, and she and I were eventually released. I spent most of my time in the immediate aftermath of being released to myself, concentrating on learning to be a mom."
"What brought you out of your isolation?"
Now Kara smiled. "Laura did", she said, grabbing the President's hand. "She kept asking me to simply get together for dinner, so we could talk, and I kept refusing." All three ladies laughed. "Eventually, Kacey and I went over to her place for dinner, and we started to invite each other back and forth. It really restored my confidence, and brought me out of my shell."
"When did you two realize that something...more than friendship was happening?"
"When the second Epidemic started, the doctors didn't have enough medicine to combat it. One of our doctors went before The humanoid Cylons, and requested more medicine and equipment. They agreed-in exchange for taking me prisoner again."
Most of The Fleet didn't know this fact-Sheila Gray among them.
"You...you gave up your freedom, so that the people could have the medicine to fight the Epidemic?"
Kara nodded. "Yes. I can't say I was a super-patriot and volunteered. That wasn't the case. I was frightened to go back into captivity, but as a major leader in the Insurgency, it was a no-brainer."
"What happened in that second confinement."
She looked at Laura, whose eyes told her, you her as much or as little as you want, baby. I'm with you.
Kara took a breath. "I was...tortured-beaten, punched, stripped naked and suspended off the ground. I was also raped repeatedly." Her eyes closed thinking back on that hell, Laura's fingers entwined in hers making it bearable. "I wouldn't want anyone to go through that."
"It was just before your imprisonment for the second time, then, that you two realized you had fallen in love?"
"Yes", Kara said with an uncharacteristically shy laugh. "Looking back, I'm surprised we didn't see it sooner, but facing your own mortality like that-not knowing if I'd come out alive-well, it thrust it to the forefront. We got married just before I was taken to prison."
Sheila Gray, being quite astute at gauging her audience, tried to lighten up the conversation after that, and succeeding. Kara and Laura talked about Kacey, giving funny stories about their lives together. On the screen, they came off as a very attractive, well-matched couple.
"Kara, do you plan to start flying again?"
"Yes, I am planning it, however, Laura and I had to work something out first."
"What was that?"
Kara looked at her wife and smiled, Laura taking her cue. "Kara and I have decided that we both would like to bear children. But Kara wants to return to being a fighter pilot, and since, as she's always reminding me", she gave a small smirk to her wife, "that I am older, I'm going to get pregnant first. Maybe in a few years, Kara will follow."
That news lit up the reporter, and she knew it was a perfect not to end on. "So, we may see an expectant Madam President in the near future?" The three woman again laughed.
"That's the plan". Laura agreed. "As President, and First Lady of The Fleet, we can't ask others to do that which we aren't willing to do ourselves. To make this work, it's only fitting that my wife and I lead by example."
The interview got rave reviews from The Fleet. Laura's revelation that she planned to get pregnant was the elixir need to jump start the rise in pregnancies. Within a month, more than 400 women in The Fleet were expecting.
For Danny Novacek, what was going on in The Fleet went unnoticed. He was still under house guard in his quarters on Galactica, suffering from PTSD, and being counseled by Dr. Tribe, the same psychologist who had counseled Kara.
He was making progress, but it was slow going. So much had happened to Danny. He had volunteered to be the pilot to fly the mission. He knew the mission was over the Cylon Armistice Line. He knew it was a treaty violation. But he hadn't counted on being shot down by his own people, or spending three years in a Cylon prison, being driven mad day after day.
Dr. Tribe was meeting with President Roslin and Admiral Adama this morning, to give them an update on the former pilot's condition.
"Danny is improving", Dr. Tribe said evenly. "He had a lot thrown in his face when arriving on Galactica: learning about the destruction of The Colonies and The Fleet; learning the full truth about his mission; reacting, as Colonel Tigh told him, exactly as The Cylons wanted."
"Long-term prognosis?"
"Madam President", the doctor said, turning to Laura, "I think with continued therapy, and positive reinforcement, he'll make a recovery. I don't think it'll be a complete recovery, but the goal is for him to find some peace."
"So say we all", Adama said softly. "I know PTSD exhibits itself in non-combat situations. I'm just asking this for information-Danny's still pretty young, is there any way he could ever fly again? He's right up there with Lee and Kara in how good he is, and as the President has said, we could use everyone."
"He certainly has the skill to fly, Admiral", the doctor countered. "But he's not ready to get back in a cockpit, at least not yet. I don't know if he ever will be. He hasn't even brought up the subject to me. There's still a lot of anger, and a sense of betrayal he's feeling. It's possible, although not probable, he could return to combat flying. But I'd be very, very cautious about that."
"What about letting him out of his confinement? I can't fathom him being locked up like this, after he was locked up for three years on a Cylon Baseship."
"I'd be comfortable allowing him out of confinement. I agree that if he can get out, talk to people, and get some type of normalcy back in his life, it would help."
"Since I'm the one who put him there", Bill said flatly, "I'll have the orders to release him ready right after we're done here. He deserves that much."
"Last time you saw him, Bill", Laura reminded him, "he was pretty fraking mad. You comfortable with that?"
"I am", Adama said without a moments hesitation. "I think actually he can be a good influence on some of the pilots. As I said, he's one of the best pilots I've ever seen. He can be an asset to them, even if he can't fly."
After they wrapped it up, Adama did as promised, and wrote up the orders releasing Bulldog from confinement. Since he wasn't an active pilot, he couldn't bunk in the same place as they did. Instead, Adama assigned a smaller set of VIP quarters for Bulldog close to the quarters.
Lee Adama was sworn in as Vice-President of the government the day after Novacek had been given more freedom to move about. There were the usual voices that grumbled that having an Adama to lead the military, and one only a heartbeat away from the Presidency was close to nepotism, but those voices were largely ignored. Lee was well-respected by a large cross-section within The Fleet. He brought command and organizational experience to the office, from serving as the top person on Pegasus, and very few people could question his honesty. He was, perhaps, the most honest person in the government, the President included.
After his first full day in office, President Roslin came to visit him in his office aboard Colonial One.
"You seemed to step right in, Lee", Laura said, right after knocking on his door. "I think your first day went very well."
"The Honeymoon period, Madam President", Lee said with a snicker. "I'm sure it'll wear off."
"Don't talk about Honeymoons, mister-I never got one with my wife, you'll make me jealous." Her eyes twinkled lightly at her VP.
"Then we need to get you and Kara some kind of Honeymoon, especially if she's gonna start flying again, and you get pregnant."
"Not much place to get an out-of-the-way Honeymoon on The Fleet, although, well, let's just say we've taken advantage of what little time we've had together."
Lee studied her softly. "I must say, you look happier than I've ever seen you, Laura. I think the married life suits you."
Laura nodded enthusiastically. "Who woulda thunk it, Lee?" The both laughed. "If you had told me when we left The Colonies that I'd end up marrying Kara Thrace, I'd have had you committed. But, gods, Lee, she really completes me, and keeps me grounded."
Lee thought of that for a moment, thinking about his past relationship with Kara-how complicated it was, and how much it had complicated his life. He loved Kara, and he always would, but they were oil and water in a relationship. Kara's absence had solidified Lee's marriage to Dee, and Kara was, like Laura, as happy as he could remember her.
"I'm glad Kara has finally grown up", Lee said, with a touch of sadness. "I'm just sorry what it took to get her there. I can't even imagine the hell she-and all of you-went down there after The Cylons showed up."
"You didn't have it easy either, Lee, running from them, not being able to shake them."
Lee nodded. "That's true, but you were tortured; Saul lost an eye; people like Duck blew themselves up, Kara was..." An anger still came over his face thinking about Kara's description of what the humanoid Cylons had put her through. "And on top of that, losing Sam."
"Sam was a good man, Lee. I know of you did some head-butting, and I know why", she said pointedly. She smiled at him. "What's in the past is in the past, Lee. Everyone has a fresh start now."
"Yeah, I wasn't fair to Sam, or Kara, or Dee, for that matter. But I certainly didn't want Sam to succumb to some fraking virus. But everything happens for a reason, rest his soul, and the reason was so that Kara could find you."
"It is amazing the twists and turns life throws at you, isn't it", the President said absently. "I know I was worried what you and your father would think when you found about Kara and I marrying."
"You never had to worry, Madam President", Lee said dismissively. "As you've said, we've all changed, and secondly, I really don't want to have a personal relationship with an airlock."
Lee said it so nonchalantly that it took Laura a moment to get it. She exploded in laughter when it hit her. "Wow, you'll become a glib politician yet, Mr. Adama." The paused to catch their breath. "How's the military protocol coming with the baby situation?"
"Still some kinks to work out, but it is, like dad told me, a balancing act. "We can't have all the female pilots get pregnant at once, and I'm not too worried about that happening. I know that Racetrack and Skulls are thinking about it, as is Kat and Hot Dog, but, at least for the last two, I think they want to wait and see when Kara returns. It'll make it a little easier on them then."
"I didn't know they were couples", Laura said with interest. "Makes some sense, however. I think Kara's a few weeks from coming back, and I don't think Bill and Saul want he to take on CAG responsibilities right away."
"I agree, but I no longer have a say on that", he said with a grin. "Which is fine by me, I must say. I don't think it'll be long until Kara is back in CAG form. I'm sure she's mentioned it to you, but dad thinks she's one of the best pilots ever to sit in a fighter."
"What's your opinion on that?"
"I'm a cocky pilot at heart, Laura", Lee said with a smirk, "so my ego gets in the way." The President laughed lightly. "But dad's right-I've never seen a better pilot in my life, me included."
"You know it scares the hell out of me, Lee", Laura said in a very candid moment. "As good as she is, I know that at any time, her number could be up."
"Growing up with a dad who was a jock, even with the acrimony between us, you always lived with that fear. Even after mom and dad divorced, I know mom would be worried sick if he had to go out on some life mission. And, no", he said in response to the look on her face, "it really doesn't get easier."
That's not what Laura wanted to hear, but Lee was right. She would never like, but would have to get used, to living with that fear.
Kara began actually flying again a week later. There was no fancy maneuvering. Hot Dog was still CAG, and Kat was his number two, and they strictly forbid anything except making her go through, for all intent and purpose, Nugget training. The Kara of old would have been pissed and thrown a fit. But Kara hadn't been in a real cockpit for going on two years. Simply getting back out was joy. She followed Hot Dog and Kat's instructions to the letter-which surprised bot of them.
She began to do more complex maneuvers the following week, but again, it was nothing she couldn't handle. The next week she started to do simulated dogfights against other Vipers, worked on CAP and CBDR drills, and did more than a few touch-and-go's in the landing bay.
By the next week, she was ready for her final test to be re-certified, which included dogfights using low-energy lasers, so ships wouldn't be damaged, some true yankin' and bankin' that would be needed in combat, and all kinds of hot landing drills.
She passed with flying colors.
After she debriefed with Hot Dog following the test, the three of them went to see the Admiral.
"Congratulations, Starbuck", Adama said, pinning her flight wings back on her, "welcome back to the world of the jocks."
"Thank you, Admiral", she said proudly, saluting him. "I'm excited to be back."
"Have a seat, you two", he told Kara and the current CAG, sliding over two small glasses of bourbon to them. "To flying." He raised his glass, the other two joining him.
"To flying." Their glasses clinked together.
"Lieutenant Costanza, you're still the CAG at this moment, even though Kara outranks you and Kat. I know that's kind of strange, but I'm not quite ready to put Starbuck back in charge."
The two active pilots looked at each other and shrugged. "That's fine by me, sir", Kara said. "Hot Dog and Kat have done an incredible job, under any circumstances, taking over the jocks."
"Either way is fine with me, Admiral", Hot Dog stated. "As her instructor, I don't see much in the way of rust left over. Flying a Viper is like the proverbial bicycle, sir. I didn't think it would take long for Starbuck to be back to being a badass." He grinned at Kara, who laughed back, the Admiral joining them. Hot Dog may still be a Lieutenant, but he and Kat had earned Kara's respect, and they deserved to be treated as equals now.
"When do you think she'll be ready to take over as CAG?"
"Honestly, sir?" The Admiral nodded. "She could take over now, but to be completely honest, I think she needs that one battle under her belt, to get herself really back in the mindset. It's like when you've been injured, say playing Pyramid, and have been on the inactive list for a while. You need that first hit, that first knock to the ground, to realize that, yeah, I can do this."
Kara looked at him impressed. "Sam couldn't have put that any better, Brendan", she said approvingly. "I like that analogy."
"I do too", Adama said, raising his glass one more time. "OK, Kara you're on the clock, and are officially back in the rotation. I'll let you and Hot Dog work out your schedule. I do have a question for you, however?"
"Anything, sir."
"How is this going to work into your family life? You live on Colonial One", he reminded her, but you're stationed on Galactica."
"That's something that Laura and I would like to discuss with you, sir. Maybe when Kacey is done with school this afternoon. We've been bouncing some ideas back and forth."
"That would be fine, Captain", the Old Man said easily. "I have an idea I know what you're gonna pitch, but I'll wait til the President shows up later. OK, you two, dismissed."
After Laura had picked Kacey up from her class, she found Kara and they headed to see the Admiral. Laura had been on the other side of The Fleet most of the day, pitching the law about increasing the number of births. She had been out of touch with Kara all day.
Kara met Laura just outside of Kacey's class. It was busy, with kids and parents coming and going. Laura was talking to Kacey when the little girl saw a familiar face in the corner of her eye.
"Momma!" Kacey raced up to Kara, who picked her up.
"Hey munchkin", Kara said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "how's the day going?"
"Great, I got a new book to read!"
"Well when we get home tonight, we'll read some of it with mommy, OK?"
"That's cool, momma!"
Laura moved up while Kara was still holding their daughter, kissing her wife sweetly on the lips. No one even paid attention to it-they were simply another family getting together after the school day was over.
"So..?"
"So, what?" Kara looked at her spouse coyly.
Laura rolled her eyes. "Soooo?"
Kara laughed, moving in close to Laura again. "I passed with flying colors, baby. Did you expect anything else?"
Laura gave her a harder kiss as a reward. "That's wonderful, Starbuck", she continued, cupping Kara's cheek. "I didn't have any doubts."
Kara put Kacey down, and put her arms around her wife. "Maybe we can celebrate a little bit later, hmm?"
"Oh, you read my mind, blondie." The two women laughed. "Let's go see the Admiral."
When they arrived, they didn't want to take much of Bill's time, and they wanted to get home and relax, so Laura came right to the point.
"Kara and I have been thinking, that there is those very large, VIP quarters, two decks below CIC. It has three bedrooms, two baths, a full kitchen and living room. I would like to request that we be allowed to renovate those quarters, and make that our home. Just because I work on Colonial One doesn't mean I have to live there. If Kara's gonna be on duty, and on call, then we have to live over here, we think."
"You're the President, Laura", Bill said kindly, "I report to you, remember?" They all chuckled.
"That may be, Bill, but this is your ship. I believe in the separation of the civilian government from the military, but circumstances being what they are, it would be the best for us as a family, and for Kara's job."
"Permission granted", Bill said, congratulating himself on guessing correctly on what the family would ask for. In fact, he had already had workers clearing out the quarters, in preparation for this eventuality. "You give us an idea of how you want the layout, and well have it custom-made just for the Roslin's." Bill gave a wink to both of them, and another one to Kacey.
"Uncle Bill", Kacey said, climbing off of Laura, and going over to the Admiral. "You mean we'll live here now?"
Bill bent down to the little girl. He was really coming to adore her. "Once we built it the way you and your mom's want it, you sure will."
She gave the Admiral a big squeeze around the next, smiles erupting from the three adults.
"Thank you, Uncle Bill." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then went to Kara.
"You're welcome, little lady", Bill said sweetly. "Don't thank me until you move in, OK?"
Laura and Kara promised the Admiral they would have their plans for the quarters to him within three or four days, and then Bill could get people to work on it. He suspected that some of the jocks and mechanics would want to pitch in during their spare time.
It wasn't ideal, as Bill feared there might be some tension, with the Commander-in-Chief onboard the main military vessel, but he was sure it would work out.
The Roslin's had a light dinner, and Kacey went to bed right on time. It had been a long day for both women, and they retired early to bed. Kacey wasn't one to crawl into bed with them, at least not most nights, so they usually slept nude, loving the feeling of bare skin even on nights they didn't make love.
As they lay in bed, Kara on top of Laura, their bodies pressed together, they had been softly kissing, just enjoying their closeness.
"So we'll be moving soon, Madam President?"
Laura lightly kissed her lover's cheek, jaw and lips. "Yep, It ought to be fun moving some of this furniture upstairs, then over to Galactica", she thought with a giggle.
"I think we could see if we could have some new items built for us, honey", Kara said, putting a kiss on the top of Laura's breasts. "I'd love to have a better bed and a hand-crafted headboard to go with it."
"Now how would that look, Mrs. Roslin, if we're splurging while we're at war?"
Kara laughed, squeezing Laura's left breast. "I could probably build it with a little help. You learn to do things like that on the side in the military."
Laura again snickered, pulling Kara for a searing kiss. "You just have all kinds of different talents, don't you?"
"Only some of which you've learned, baby", Kara said wickedly, starting to slide a hand down between their bodies.
"Oh, no, you don't Starbuck", Laura said in her best Presidential voice. "You passed your re-certification test today, so you get the rewards tonight. The weekend is coming up", she purred into her wife's ear. "You'll have plenty of opportunities for payback."
A deep, sensual kiss ensued, as their libido rose higher, both of them almost growling with desire. "And what do you plan to do with me, Laura?"
Laura looked directly in her eyes with a ravenous look. "You're gonna straddle my face, and I'm going lick you, and suck your clit and make you come as many times as I can before you collapse."
Kara almost drooled right then and there, as she felt a rush of moisture exit her genitals. "Then you better hang on for the ride of your life, baby."
Kara stretched up, giving her wife a view of her magnificent body, so muscular, yet so amazingly feminine, her nipples already painfully, even though they hadn't been touched. Kara deliberately back down a little, putting her soaking center first on Laura knee, grinding it a little, then leaving a wet trail up Laura's thigh, then over her abdomen.
Kara stopped at Laura's breasts, inserting first one, and then a few moments later, Laura's other nipple into the wetness, rubbing the moisture thoroughly on Laura's breasts. Before finally obeying Laura's wishes, she lowered her mouth and lips to Laura nipples, sucking them both, licking her own juice off the soft mounds, Laura thrilling at the site.
She moved her body upward, towards Laura's face. "You ready, love?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing, baby", Laura said in a growling voice. "I want to frak you with my tongue and lips."
Laura's eyes were almost black with desire, taking Kara's breath way, as she lowered her dripping wet labia onto her wife's mouth. Laura began kissing Kara's nether lips as if she were kissing the lips on her face, using her lips and tongue an she would when plundering Kara's mouth, this time her tongue sliding into Kara's slick vagina, her wife already slowly gyrating above her, softly moaning as she settled in for the ride.
After a few minutes, Laura pressed her tongue into Starbuck even harder, putting the tongue in as far as she could put it, slurping at the flood of wetness that kept exiting her wife's core. Laura had tasted women before Kara, but non had had the incredible musky sweetness of this electric younger woman, who she loved more than anything in the world. She would gladly substitute Kara's offering for water every time.
Kara was moving her hips down Laura's lips, then up toward her nose, a slow, stable rhythm, letting Laura find different spots to satisfy. Kara's eyes were closed, her back arched, her hands alternating between squeezing her breasts, and tugging her rock-hard nipples, increasing the sounds of lust coming from her own lips. This was pure bliss, a contentment coming over Kara the likes that she had rarely achieved in life.
Laura began the assault in earnest, now kissing and pulling on Kara's full, pinkish-red inner and outer lips, running her tongue greedily through the moisture that had collected there. Kara obliged by keeping a steady run of her nectar out of her vagina, and onto Laura's waiting lips and tongue. Laura, almost imperceptibly, adjusted her head slightly, bringing her mouth toward Kara's clit, beginning to tease it with the tip of her tongue, Kara yelping a little louder as Laura neared the tightly wound bundle of nerves.
Finally, Laura engulfed Kara's now-swollen clit with her lips, sucking it upward, flying her tongue back and forth over the source of what would drive Kara over the edge. Kara's breathing and her groans got louder as she ground further down into Laura's face, Laura welcoming the increased contact.
She kept a steady, hot pace, building Kara up, but not wanting her to climax quite yet. She wanted Kara to orgasm more than a few times, so she wanted to build her woman up. She slowly increased the speed of her tongue, that lapped over Kara's clitoris, the wetness pouring out from between her own legs.
Kara's cries suddenly became more needy, even though Laura had kept a steady pace. When Laura heard that louder mewl, she paused, adjusted her arms to wrap around Kara's thighs more firmly, Kara knowing what that meant."
Starbuck drove her hips down, Laura pushing her chin up at the same time, not only sucking the hard, engorged clit between her lips, but then gently biting on it, sending an almost electric shock through her wife, Kara crying out. Laura sucked harder and harder, taking the nub into her mouth as far as it could go, squeezing it with more pressure, her tongue and her teeth alternating between licks and bites.
Kara was close, her hips starting to gyrate harder and harder. "That's it, baby. Lick me. Gods, harder, faster, frak me Laura!"
Laura held her arms around Kara's thighs as tight as she could, suddenly sucking as hard and simultaneously biting the clit as hard as she dared.
"Oooh, God!" Kara furiously was moving her hips back and forth now, her eyes closed. Laura sucked as hard as she could, and Kara's body went taut, a sudden, ferocious cry coming form her lips. "Laaaauuuura!"
Laura didn't let up, sucking still harder, her tongue gyrating even faster as Kara rode the first orgasm.
"Yeeees!" Kara screamed loudly. "Keep...more, Laura!"
Over the next five minutes, Laura cause Kara to climax five times, never letting up, Kara never slowing down her grinding into her wife, screams and cries coming from deep within her, trying to ride this monstrous series of climaxes as longs as she could. By the time the last orgasm tore into her, she was almost in tears-tears of being so over-stimulated that it might end up hurting, but tears of joy and love, that the woman below her craved her that badly, and loved her without reservation.
Kara finally had to reach for the headboard, else she collapsed, her breathing still erratic, her breast heaving up and down under her labored breathing, aftershock upon aftershock racing through her, her body quivering as it calmed.
Finally, not able to hold her body up any longer, she slid down Laura's body, and into Laura's arms. She kissed Laura lovingly, licking her own essence off of her wife's lips and cheeks, without saying a word, then laying her head on Laura's shoulders.
Finally, stilled and sated, Kara looked into her wife's eyes. "It still amazes me you love me as completely as you do, baby. You know that I don't think I'm even in your league." Soft tears appeared, Laura wiping at them as Kara now looked down on her.
"You know I don't ever want you think that, Kara", Laura replied tender kissed going to her lips. "You're the most amazing, beautiful, erotic, most loving person I've ever known. You are my everything."
Kara lowered her lips onto her wife's, so thankful to the gods that she had let Laura reach her all those months ago, realizing now that Laura Roslin had saved her, in every way possible. What Kara might not have realized is that Laura had felt that Kara had saved her.
In a few minutes, they were asleep, with Laura spooned into Kara's back.