~BSG: Assets
He sat at his desk, writing in the ship’s log.
“You have a nice ass, Admiral.”
He stopped writing. Did she just say what he thought she said? His eyes shifted above the rim of his glasses.
Curled on the couch, she sipped a glass of ambrosia.
It must be the alcohol talking.
“I’ve come to appreciate yours more than I did when we began this run,” she said. “Way back then I thought you were an ass.”
He set his pen down and closed the log book. He couldn’t tell her what he thought about her way back then-she talked too much. All he had wanted to do was kiss her to shut her up. “You admired my ass?”
She snorted. “Caught. Dress grays, duty blues-it’s one hell of a military asset.”
“Way back then my eyes were always on your ass.”
“I know. Your modus operandi wasn’t covert.”
“And now?”
“Well, you’ve certainly honed your skills, but rumor has it that the military is in bed with the government.”
He grunted. “That would be one hell of a political asset-the president in my rack.”
Sometimes he was still an ass, but she loved him, anyway.
~finis~