Gaius Baltar (i_frak) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-06-26 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | fight club, gaius baltar, zoe washburne |
Misinterpretations [Fight Club Challenge - Zoe]
"What am I doing here?" Gaius asked as he stared down into the glass of wine he was nurturing at the bar.
Six slipped around from behind, her hips moving in beat to the tavern music. She was wearing the red dress. The dress that made Gaius' head spin and swoon with (heavenly devotion? -- hardly.) She brought herself around his bar stool and leaned towards him, her hands placing themselves on each of his thighs. Long, neatly manicured nails dug into his legs. She had one of those expressions that was -- Gods, God, he didn't care what she was. Human. Cylon. His subconscious. He lusted after her every waking moment of the day. And when he was asleep? When he was asleep he imagined that he was with her even more in his dreams. The two of them together in his house back on Caprica City.
Gaius closed his eyes and when he opened them he was no longer in the bar. Instead, he was on his back porch overlooking the lake that dug deep into the Caprican mountainside. He was lying on a lounge chair and she was atop him, straddling his waist. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, blonde curls falling at the sides of her face. The sun was dipping in the horizon and it created a glow around her. Reds and yellows and oranges. Like one of those impressionist paintings that came out of Picon forty years ago.
Of course, in actuality, Gaius was still in the bar, looking like a fool talking to nobody and making bizarre semi-erotic facial expressions.
"You're here because God wants you to be here, Gaius."
"Yes, yes. Of course. But why? I thought I had a greater purpose on Galactica."
Six smirked, leaning forward to lick at his chin.
"Who are we to question God's plans?"
Her hand reached down between her legs and grabbed the bulge at the center of his slacks. Gaius threw his head back and groaned.
"Oh, God, yes. Oh! Frak me, why don't you take your clothes off already?"
This was the one unfortunate aspect of projection. People in the real world, such as the other people in the bar who saw him as a crazy pervert doing goodness knows what in his stool, couldn't see Six. And not being able to see Six put a lot of things in the wrong context. Hopefully, however, no one else nearby thought he was talking to them. Because that could be very ... awkward. To say the least.