Thank you for all your comments. Really brighten my day.
This chapter was greatly inspired by Madeline's monologue in Fall of the House of Usher (no spoiler, that's all I'm saying)
Day 18: "We can't do this on our own."
"We can't do this on our own." She stated, her voice huskier than usual but with her usual calmness and detachment.
He looked at her, flabbergasted . "What do you mean we can't do this on our own?" His smile turned cheeky, eyes dreamy. "Do you want us to invite someone else?"
She laughed and got out of his lap. Looking disdainfully at his flaccid member then down her own naked body, she said "Do you want anyone else to partake in this desolating show?"
He reached out and grabbed her hips, making her climb back in his bunk and over him. "You're a little dry and I'm a little.. hum.. flask." He kissed her neck, catching her attention and in a fast move, way faster than she thought possible, turned them around and laid her flat on her back. "You're beautiful." He said seriously, before adding, playfully. "And it's nothing a good head won't fix, trust me."
She opened her legs and let him have his way while still thinking. "I'm sure Baltar is already working on a formula to make Viagra. Any man would make Viagra way before thinking of replenishing our stock of painkillers or, mind you, contraceptive! Did you know Chief started making lube out of I-don't-know-what even before he started distillating alcohol. And it was not to oil the planes…"
He stopped his task for a moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers. "Yeah, I know. Looks like robots really do need oiling." He joked. "Now are you done? Can I eat you out?"
She rolled her eyes and with a flick of her wrist said " Yes, please resume."
"Very kind of you, Madam President." He added with a tone of annoyance before covering again her most sensitive part with his mouth.
"You know, maybe, resuming the production of limp dick medication wouldn't be the worst idea." She mused. "We're still way under targets for the birth ratio. If we want to survive, as a species, we really Really need to start making babies." She moaned and moved her hands to his hair, directing him where she wanted him. "The average age of man in the fleet is 45,3 years …"
"Do you mind?" He asked, lifting his head up from between her thighs, meeting her eyes.
"No, sorry, continue." She responded with a flick of the hand.
"Am I wasting my time?" He demanded, a bit irritated.
She thought about it for a second, looking at the ceiling. "Yes. No. I'm wet enough, we can frak."
"You're such a romantic…" He rolled his eyes to her while sitting on his launches, still caressing her. "Do you want to?"
"Well, I mean hard and fast would make me stop thinking." She rose on her elbows and looked at his middle and scrunched her nose. "But I guess sharing my thoughts wasn't very conducive to that." She reached her hand out and grabbed his semi-hard length. "I could blow you. I'll be able to think and my mouth would be too full to talk. Win-win."
He chuckled. Never before had he met a woman like her. He lied on his side between her and the wall. "So pragmatic." He half-joked. As she started to lick him, he grabbed her chin, tilted her head to meet her eyes. "Use your hand, I want to hear what's going on in that head of yours."
She hummed softly while rearranging herself next to him. "Ok like that?" She waited for his approval before continuing. "Yeah, hum, so the average age for men is 45,3 but it's only so low because of Galactica. So I guess if we take out the military, on average men would be 50? 60? even older? They could use help to get them… hum.. to get procreatively ready."
"Hard." He interjected while grabbing her wrist to direct her little bit. "Yeah, like that."
"Ok. So they would benefit from pharmaceutical aid. Women on the other hand… We have nearly two times less women than men, mostly because, again, of the military, prison and mining ships. But these women are way younger than men, most of them, in fact, are barely adults. We have mostly mothers who were traveling with young children and teenagers. We have a few women who were traveling for work, like myself but most of them are younger than me, still in their childbearing years." She paused. "Can I do that? Do I transform them in baby's factories because that's what we need? Do I really annihilate their choices even more? The little power they still have over their body?" She sighed, tears welling in her eyes. "I.." her voice broke a little. "I have always fought for women's rights, for equality. I am a woman. Since.. Since Hera's blood transfert, I can procreate, I think. I choose not to. I choose to enjoy what we have. I choose my liberty, my sleep and to remain in an authority position."
"Laura" He said gently, opening her clenched fist around his member. He climbed above her, kissed her nose. "We're not scientists. We don't have that kind of power." He reasoned. "If it happens, we know it could be a very good thing for our survival. It could be a very good thing for us too because I really do think you need to stop thinking."
She looked at him, eyes still misty and smiled sadly. "Please, make me stop thinking now."
"Happy to oblige, Madam." He said, thrusting hard into her body.