Drabbletag BSG :: Kara/Laura :: Cold
BSG: Kara/Laura: cold requested by
missfoxie
Title: Warmth
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Laura/Kara
Wordcount: 200
Spoilers: Sacrifice
Disclaimer: still not mine
Unbetad so all mistakes mine
Laura was never warm any more, not since Billy had been killed. She tried to carry on, religiously updated the whiteboard, held meetings, discussed problems but deep down, she didn’t care. She didn’t think anyone noticed that she was just going through the motions, she was, after all, an experienced politician which meant she was an accomplished actress.
She stared at the whiteboard having decreased the numbers by two and tried to feel. Tried to care about how far from Laura she had come and how all that seemed to remain now was Madam President. And she couldn’t, which should have worried her, but didn’t.
“Madam President.”
The voice took her by surprise and she spun to face the intruder.
“Kara?” the name held a question as she mentally reviewed her diary.
“No meeting. No crisis. No injuries. Nothing but me...” Kara smiled a very Starbuck kind of smile “and you, and whatever your devious mind can come up with.” Kara added emphasis to her words with a gentle teasing kiss and hands that roamed in a very disrespectful, though thoroughly pleasing manner.
And as she parted her lips to allow Kara’s questing tongue, Laura felt the icy numbness melt.