Title: Skirting The Issue
Author: Aikakone
Word Count: 674
Date: 2/11/05
Rating: T
Category: Relationships Lee/Roslin
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Summary:
Spoilers/Disclaimers:
Note: This isn’t a challenge fic like the first three were, but it came about after some silly discussion on my part on the LauraRoslinLeeAdama Yahoo Group after I was finally able to see the miniseries. (Thank you, Heather.)
Laura Roslin sat alone with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders for warmth. The world, or what was left of it, felt so cold and she was only just beginning to realize with everyone else that she was one of the few government officials still alive.
Captain Lee Adama walked purposefully to where she was and sat across from her.
“How far down the line were you?” he asked in his earnest voice.
Laura just slumped in her seat and told him.
She was so honest with him, that he listened. Like any good listener, he tried to keep his eyes on her face, but it didn’t quite work like he’d planned. He was a normal male, but one who hadn’t had a good frak in longer than he’d like to admit. His eyes dropped and then he noticed.
High heels? Check.
Long silky legs? Check.
Silky panties under skirt? Negative.
He quickly returned his eyes to her face. She was still talking to him about the trauma, but it was something about the way she was sitting. Using all his subtlety, he looked again. No, he hadn’t made a mistake. The future President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol was not wearing any underwear.
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Three Weeks Later
Starbuck had been retrieved and the fleet was moving as far away from the Cylons as possible. In one of the moments of rest, she and several other pilots were playing cards in the commons.
“We almost didn’t get you back, Starbuck,” one told her.
She took a puff of her cigar and looked at her damaged knee. “It was simple. All flying machines work on the same four principles, Nugget!”
The trainee in question was silenced, and Lee put in his bet as he watched the exchange. He’d already seen Kara do the nearly impossible in saving his own hide. He stroked his jaw as he studied his cards and waited for the others to play or pass.
“But the new President! She would have left without you,” a different trainee complained.
Lee sighed at the rook’s idiocy. He had a lot to learn about the President. He’d personally seen her calm and cool in a tough situation. He’d personally seen a lot of the President lately, and that included her both in and out of clothes whether she knew it or not. There was the blue robe. A man could handle that reasonably well if he walked away from temptation as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, he’d seen up her skirt. He knew what was hiding under those robes.
Apollo’s mind drifted a little until he heard one of the other pilots complain, “She’s so repressed that I bet her underwear’s on too tight!”
“The President doesn’t wear underwear!” Lee blurted indignantly as if all the people at his table were idiots.
All turned to stare at him, and it was as quiet as the void of space. Kara got her wits first. “Way to stay with the conversation, Lee! We were talking about the Master Sergeant!”
He looked down at his cards, his bluffing face completely gone because of his mistake.
Starbuck puffed on her cigar again and blew the smoke in his face. “So? Have you been frakking the President?”
“It’s one of my job perks,” he lied as he put his cards on the table, for once beating the nearly unstoppable Thrace.
Baltar looked at him and shook his head from side to side. “Right,” he began sarcastically. “You have as much chance of frakking the President as Boomer has of being a Cylon.”
Everyone at the table except Apollo and Boomer laughed. She nervously dealt another round of cards while Lee thanked the Lords of Kobol that his slip hadn’t done any lasting damage.