BSG/NCIS Ficlet: Before (Laura/Gibbs)
TITLE: Before
PAIRING: Laura Roslin/Jethro Gibbs (BSG/NCIS crossover)
RATING: strong arr
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
SPOILERS: None
NOTES: For the eighth Porn Battle. The prompt is: Battlestar Galactica (2003)/NCIS, Laura Roslin/Jethro Gibbs, past lives and it can be found here in the comments of the PB8 post.
There are times---brief moments of mind-shattering clarity---when she feels that she's been there before, or at least that she's been in a very similar situation.
Only, she hasn't.
He only appeared in her life a few months ago but he quickly became a permanent fixture in it. She had been reeling from the news that she was no longer in remission (and would probably end up succumbing to cancer the way her mother did) and he had stuck by her even though she tried to keep her distance.
It took her a long time to yield to his advances...
...until her last appointment with her oncologist.
She sought him out by phone, needing him more than she realised. He left the Navy Yard early to be with her, despite the case he was working, and he took control of their relationship. He finally pushed her towards what she wanted and showed her that it didn't matter if she was a little weak from chemotherapy or still getting used to wearing her wig.
The clarity had come that night. It had been fluid but so solid and tangible for an instant before disappearing and slipping from her mental grasp.
Hours after it slipped away, Jethro appears to still be sleeping but Laura's still thinking and trying to get it back. It's gone but she can't stop herself from wondering what it meant.
Jethro shakes her from her thoughts. He presses his nude body against hers, spooning her from behind as his arms wrap around her torso. She can feel the beginning of arousal and she blushes as she feels his lips against the back of her bald head.
"Stop thinking, Roslin," he whispers, as if he were a drill sergeant.
"Yes, sir," she teasingly whispers back, as if she were his obedient cadet.
He lifts his head and kisses more of her head before nibbling lightly on the nape of her neck. In reply, she rubs his arm all the way up to his shoulder.
"How'd it go today?" he asks. He sounds more awake; she hates that he remembered her appointment and managed to ask about it but at the same time, she's glad he's so attentive. "Laura?"
"Don't ruin tonight with reality," she scolds quietly.
He sighs and turns her around in his arms. "Laura... this is reality, too," he assures her.
Jethro kisses her lips while rocking his hips against hers. She can feel him growing harder against her thigh and she loves knowing she still has that particular power over a man---over this man.
She parts her legs, hooking one over his waist, and grants him access to her body. She looks up into his eyes when he pushes her onto her back; she maintains eye contact and imagines that she's granting him access to her heart and mind as well.
Between kisses and climaxes, she feels that feeling again. This time, it's followed by a sharp pang of fear---will this night and all its worth be reduced to a similar flash, in another lifetime?---and she tries to chase the chill away with the warmth of her lover's body.
PAIRING: Laura Roslin/Jethro Gibbs (BSG/NCIS crossover)
RATING: strong arr
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
SPOILERS: None
NOTES: For the eighth Porn Battle. The prompt is: Battlestar Galactica (2003)/NCIS, Laura Roslin/Jethro Gibbs, past lives and it can be found here in the comments of the PB8 post.
There are times---brief moments of mind-shattering clarity---when she feels that she's been there before, or at least that she's been in a very similar situation.
Only, she hasn't.
He only appeared in her life a few months ago but he quickly became a permanent fixture in it. She had been reeling from the news that she was no longer in remission (and would probably end up succumbing to cancer the way her mother did) and he had stuck by her even though she tried to keep her distance.
It took her a long time to yield to his advances...
...until her last appointment with her oncologist.
She sought him out by phone, needing him more than she realised. He left the Navy Yard early to be with her, despite the case he was working, and he took control of their relationship. He finally pushed her towards what she wanted and showed her that it didn't matter if she was a little weak from chemotherapy or still getting used to wearing her wig.
The clarity had come that night. It had been fluid but so solid and tangible for an instant before disappearing and slipping from her mental grasp.
Hours after it slipped away, Jethro appears to still be sleeping but Laura's still thinking and trying to get it back. It's gone but she can't stop herself from wondering what it meant.
Jethro shakes her from her thoughts. He presses his nude body against hers, spooning her from behind as his arms wrap around her torso. She can feel the beginning of arousal and she blushes as she feels his lips against the back of her bald head.
"Stop thinking, Roslin," he whispers, as if he were a drill sergeant.
"Yes, sir," she teasingly whispers back, as if she were his obedient cadet.
He lifts his head and kisses more of her head before nibbling lightly on the nape of her neck. In reply, she rubs his arm all the way up to his shoulder.
"How'd it go today?" he asks. He sounds more awake; she hates that he remembered her appointment and managed to ask about it but at the same time, she's glad he's so attentive. "Laura?"
"Don't ruin tonight with reality," she scolds quietly.
He sighs and turns her around in his arms. "Laura... this is reality, too," he assures her.
Jethro kisses her lips while rocking his hips against hers. She can feel him growing harder against her thigh and she loves knowing she still has that particular power over a man---over this man.
She parts her legs, hooking one over his waist, and grants him access to her body. She looks up into his eyes when he pushes her onto her back; she maintains eye contact and imagines that she's granting him access to her heart and mind as well.
Between kisses and climaxes, she feels that feeling again. This time, it's followed by a sharp pang of fear---will this night and all its worth be reduced to a similar flash, in another lifetime?---and she tries to chase the chill away with the warmth of her lover's body.