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tellitslantTitle: Jonah, Turned Whaler
Author: Kathryne,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Roslin, Six, Baltar
Rating: 14A
Summary: They live for your beauty and pay for their vices.
Spoilers: 1x05, including deleted scenes
Notes:jennyo and I were discussing the delightful possibilities of how Roslin and Six, and specifically Roslin/Six, could frak with Baltar's head yesterday. She wrote The Best Production of Death of a Salesman Yet, and I wrote this. Title etc from Depeche Mode, "Love Thieves."
"Amazing. A Cylon fighter's about ready to rain death on you at any moment and you're actually thinking what it would be like to have sex with her too." – Six, "You Can't Go Home Again"
Six strolled around behind him, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, Gaius," she suddenly whispered, directly into his ear.
Baltar jumped. "What?" he bleated, dropping his package of requisitions.
"I beg your pardon, Doctor, did you say something?" Roslin asked, looking up from her paperwork.
"Oh, no, no," Baltar babbled, dropping to his knees to gather up his papers. "Just, um, paper cut!" he said, holding one finger up far too quickly for Roslin to see whether or not it was bleeding. "Yes, gave myself a paper cut, nasty little paper cut, I hate those, don't you - " His voice jumped an octave on the last word as Six bent over and licked a wet stripe up his neck. He grinned a sickly grin at Roslin and scurried into his seat, shuffling his papers back together.
Six perched on the arm of his chair, leaning over and giving him an excellent view of the cleavage she displayed so tantalisingly. "Oh, very smooth, Gaius. You've certainly ensured that she'll never have sex with you now, haven't you?" she pointed out. Gaius glowered at her. "Not that she would have before, of course," Six continued matter-of-factly. "She's far too good for you. Too classy. You're just not in her league."
"Oh, come on, really," Gaius protested, wounded, but Six overrode him.
"In fact," she mused, "I'm almost impressed, Gaius. All this time I've assumed that the only thing you found attractive about a woman was her body. Could it be that you actually have better taste than I thought?" She rose from her seat and strutted across the cabin, circling Roslin's desk, inspecting the president from all angles. Gaius turned around in his seat, craning his neck to see properly.
"I am surprised you could see past her age. But of course, power is an aphrodisiac, isn't it, Gaius? Frakking the President of the Twelve Colonies, that would get you places. She would listen to you then, don't you think? We both know how much information one can glean from pillow talk." Six grinned ferally, her teeth inches from Roslin's ear.
"And she is attractive, isn't she? This strong, brave woman who holds the future of your race firmly in these delicate hands of hers." Six reached over Roslin's shoulder and flicked one long finger against the top of the pen Roslin was using. Simultaneously, Roslin let the pen fall to the desk as she stretched her writing hand out and began to massage it, digging her other thumb into the flesh at the base of her palm. Gaius watched, mesmerised by the motion, until Six's voice broke into his reverie.
"You can't keep your eyes off her, can you? There's something... unexpected. The resolute set of her shoulders? Or maybe... it's her hair," Six purred, running her hand up along Roslin's arm and over her hair, almost but not quite touching. She danced her fingers across Roslin's unkempt hairdo, so close that Baltar was sure he could see the strands sway in the air currents. Roslin reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear; Six pulled her hand away just before their fingers would have collided and laughed as Baltar let his breath out heavily. "Oh yes, definitely her hair," she said, biting down sensuously on a fingertip and smiling.
Baltar huffed and turned around, folding his arms across his chest petulantly. "Really, I don't have to listen to this," he said weakly.
"Oh, come now, Gaius, don't be childish. Besides, I'm just getting to the good part," Six called from behind him, her voice muffled by the scrape of Roslin's chair against the cabin floor. Against his will, Baltar turned, glancing over his shoulder. His jaw dropped.
Roslin was standing – stretching her legs, contemplating her whiteboard – and Six. Six was kneeling in the posture she had so often assumed in front of Baltar, her gaze trailing up the graceful line of Roslin's body and her face alight with a kind of rapture. Baltar swallowed hard.
"She's so earnest, Gaius," Six said. "So much power in this one frail body. So many people believing in her, devoted to her." Her expression hardened. "And Gaius, look at those legs. Wouldn't you love to have those wrapped around your waist? Or better... your head? Do you think you could break her control?" She settled back on her heels, looking as though she would be content to sit by Roslin's feet for hours.
Baltar was caught, his eyes tracing up and down the line of Roslin's legs. He barely spared a glance for Six's knowing face just inside his peripheral vision. Fine, yes, of course he wanted to frak the president; who didn't, really? Surely every man in the Fleet had thanked the gods that Roslin's travel wardrobe had included skirts. She really did have marvellous legs, and a very nice....
"Doctor Baltar?"
"Gaaaah!" Baltar fumbled, knocking his glasses off his nose and diving to retrieve them. Coming up, he looked directly into Roslin's expressionless face. "Er, goodness, you startled me," he said, trying to cover his embarrassment. "I was lost in contemplation – you know – the numbers. I was thinking about the numbers! Yes, there are only so many people in the Fleet, aren't there? We need – we need to start having children!" Roslin raised one eyebrow, looking faintly amused. Baltar blundered on. "Er, not us, of course, not as in, you and I, I mean – the general we, the Fleet we, we as a race, really need to, to just get to it."
Behind Roslin, Six was still kneeling, shaking with malicious laughter. Baltar glared at her, then looked back at Roslin, who seemed to be suppressing laughter of her own. "Excuse me," he mumbled, and fled for the washroom.
He slammed the door and leaned back against it, fumbling at his zipper, pulling his trousers down far enough to wrap his hand around his dick. Six's cool hand replaced his and began to move in a practiced rhythm. "Really, Gaius, you have no idea what frakking your precious president would be like, do you? You think she's just another vapid schoolteacher to fall for your many charms? Hardly." She pinned Gaius's hips to the door with her other hand, holding him in place without any difficulty and preventing him from moving with her.
"She's smarter than you, Gaius," Six told him conversationally, her hand speeding up on his dick. "If you ever do get her into bed – if she ever decides that you're worth her time – then she is going to devour you." Her voice dropped to a hiss. "And I can't wait to watch."
Baltar groaned and came into Six's hand.
When he opened his eyes, he was alone in the small room. He scrambled to clean himself up and fasten his pants. Exiting the room, he kept his head down and made straight for his chair. He caught only a glimpse of Roslin, back at her desk and oblivious, her face softened as she reflected on something.
She didn't look dangerous, really, Baltar thought. And she was already depending on him for advice, wasn't she? Surely his companion was just... jealous. Yes, that was it, wasn't she always jealous of the women he fancied? Laura Roslin was a figurehead, a symbol. He, Gaius Baltar, he had the real knowledge the Fleet needed, and he would just have to show Roslin he knew what he was about.
He adjusted his shirt and sat back in his chair, sure of himself again, and dismissed Six's warning. Behind him, unnoticed, Six perched on the side of Laura's desk, leaning towards her, watching.
Author: Kathryne,
tellitslantCharacters: Roslin, Six, Baltar
Rating: 14A
Summary: They live for your beauty and pay for their vices.
Spoilers: 1x05, including deleted scenes
Notes:
jennyo and I were discussing the delightful possibilities of how Roslin and Six, and specifically Roslin/Six, could frak with Baltar's head yesterday. She wrote The Best Production of Death of a Salesman Yet, and I wrote this. Title etc from Depeche Mode, "Love Thieves.""Amazing. A Cylon fighter's about ready to rain death on you at any moment and you're actually thinking what it would be like to have sex with her too." – Six, "You Can't Go Home Again"
Six strolled around behind him, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, Gaius," she suddenly whispered, directly into his ear.
Baltar jumped. "What?" he bleated, dropping his package of requisitions.
"I beg your pardon, Doctor, did you say something?" Roslin asked, looking up from her paperwork.
"Oh, no, no," Baltar babbled, dropping to his knees to gather up his papers. "Just, um, paper cut!" he said, holding one finger up far too quickly for Roslin to see whether or not it was bleeding. "Yes, gave myself a paper cut, nasty little paper cut, I hate those, don't you - " His voice jumped an octave on the last word as Six bent over and licked a wet stripe up his neck. He grinned a sickly grin at Roslin and scurried into his seat, shuffling his papers back together.
Six perched on the arm of his chair, leaning over and giving him an excellent view of the cleavage she displayed so tantalisingly. "Oh, very smooth, Gaius. You've certainly ensured that she'll never have sex with you now, haven't you?" she pointed out. Gaius glowered at her. "Not that she would have before, of course," Six continued matter-of-factly. "She's far too good for you. Too classy. You're just not in her league."
"Oh, come on, really," Gaius protested, wounded, but Six overrode him.
"In fact," she mused, "I'm almost impressed, Gaius. All this time I've assumed that the only thing you found attractive about a woman was her body. Could it be that you actually have better taste than I thought?" She rose from her seat and strutted across the cabin, circling Roslin's desk, inspecting the president from all angles. Gaius turned around in his seat, craning his neck to see properly.
"I am surprised you could see past her age. But of course, power is an aphrodisiac, isn't it, Gaius? Frakking the President of the Twelve Colonies, that would get you places. She would listen to you then, don't you think? We both know how much information one can glean from pillow talk." Six grinned ferally, her teeth inches from Roslin's ear.
"And she is attractive, isn't she? This strong, brave woman who holds the future of your race firmly in these delicate hands of hers." Six reached over Roslin's shoulder and flicked one long finger against the top of the pen Roslin was using. Simultaneously, Roslin let the pen fall to the desk as she stretched her writing hand out and began to massage it, digging her other thumb into the flesh at the base of her palm. Gaius watched, mesmerised by the motion, until Six's voice broke into his reverie.
"You can't keep your eyes off her, can you? There's something... unexpected. The resolute set of her shoulders? Or maybe... it's her hair," Six purred, running her hand up along Roslin's arm and over her hair, almost but not quite touching. She danced her fingers across Roslin's unkempt hairdo, so close that Baltar was sure he could see the strands sway in the air currents. Roslin reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear; Six pulled her hand away just before their fingers would have collided and laughed as Baltar let his breath out heavily. "Oh yes, definitely her hair," she said, biting down sensuously on a fingertip and smiling.
Baltar huffed and turned around, folding his arms across his chest petulantly. "Really, I don't have to listen to this," he said weakly.
"Oh, come now, Gaius, don't be childish. Besides, I'm just getting to the good part," Six called from behind him, her voice muffled by the scrape of Roslin's chair against the cabin floor. Against his will, Baltar turned, glancing over his shoulder. His jaw dropped.
Roslin was standing – stretching her legs, contemplating her whiteboard – and Six. Six was kneeling in the posture she had so often assumed in front of Baltar, her gaze trailing up the graceful line of Roslin's body and her face alight with a kind of rapture. Baltar swallowed hard.
"She's so earnest, Gaius," Six said. "So much power in this one frail body. So many people believing in her, devoted to her." Her expression hardened. "And Gaius, look at those legs. Wouldn't you love to have those wrapped around your waist? Or better... your head? Do you think you could break her control?" She settled back on her heels, looking as though she would be content to sit by Roslin's feet for hours.
Baltar was caught, his eyes tracing up and down the line of Roslin's legs. He barely spared a glance for Six's knowing face just inside his peripheral vision. Fine, yes, of course he wanted to frak the president; who didn't, really? Surely every man in the Fleet had thanked the gods that Roslin's travel wardrobe had included skirts. She really did have marvellous legs, and a very nice....
"Doctor Baltar?"
"Gaaaah!" Baltar fumbled, knocking his glasses off his nose and diving to retrieve them. Coming up, he looked directly into Roslin's expressionless face. "Er, goodness, you startled me," he said, trying to cover his embarrassment. "I was lost in contemplation – you know – the numbers. I was thinking about the numbers! Yes, there are only so many people in the Fleet, aren't there? We need – we need to start having children!" Roslin raised one eyebrow, looking faintly amused. Baltar blundered on. "Er, not us, of course, not as in, you and I, I mean – the general we, the Fleet we, we as a race, really need to, to just get to it."
Behind Roslin, Six was still kneeling, shaking with malicious laughter. Baltar glared at her, then looked back at Roslin, who seemed to be suppressing laughter of her own. "Excuse me," he mumbled, and fled for the washroom.
He slammed the door and leaned back against it, fumbling at his zipper, pulling his trousers down far enough to wrap his hand around his dick. Six's cool hand replaced his and began to move in a practiced rhythm. "Really, Gaius, you have no idea what frakking your precious president would be like, do you? You think she's just another vapid schoolteacher to fall for your many charms? Hardly." She pinned Gaius's hips to the door with her other hand, holding him in place without any difficulty and preventing him from moving with her.
"She's smarter than you, Gaius," Six told him conversationally, her hand speeding up on his dick. "If you ever do get her into bed – if she ever decides that you're worth her time – then she is going to devour you." Her voice dropped to a hiss. "And I can't wait to watch."
Baltar groaned and came into Six's hand.
When he opened his eyes, he was alone in the small room. He scrambled to clean himself up and fasten his pants. Exiting the room, he kept his head down and made straight for his chair. He caught only a glimpse of Roslin, back at her desk and oblivious, her face softened as she reflected on something.
She didn't look dangerous, really, Baltar thought. And she was already depending on him for advice, wasn't she? Surely his companion was just... jealous. Yes, that was it, wasn't she always jealous of the women he fancied? Laura Roslin was a figurehead, a symbol. He, Gaius Baltar, he had the real knowledge the Fleet needed, and he would just have to show Roslin he knew what he was about.
He adjusted his shirt and sat back in his chair, sure of himself again, and dismissed Six's warning. Behind him, unnoticed, Six perched on the side of Laura's desk, leaning towards her, watching.
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Date: 2006-02-10 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-10 10:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-14 12:30 am (UTC)I'm not sure if I know what I'm getting myself into with this fandom...
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Date: 2006-02-14 01:44 am (UTC)There's some great stuff in this fandom if you avoid the really, really scary Lee/Kara shippers. They aren't all bad, but whoa, as a whole they're kinda off. *g*
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-07 02:45 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the feedback! The Six-Baltar dynamic is so much fun to play with, and adding in Roslin, well, that just made it totally awesome. *g*