BSG Ficlet: Experimental
TITLE: Experimental
PAIRING: Laura Roslin/Bill Adama (BSG)
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
SPOILERS: None
NOTES: For the eighth Porn Battle. The prompt is: Battlestar Galactica (2003), Bill/Laura, voice and it can be found here in the comments of the PB8 post.
"No, no, no... no whining or complaining, Roslin. This is our experiment.
"So you're just gonna have to lie there and keep listening to me, like we agreed. Now, I know your eyes are closed but I am going to tell you what I see right now as I look at you.
"Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are swollen. There's a trace of tears in the corner of your eyes. That flush goes down your neck to your breasts. God, they look good. I know they fit perfectly in my hands and it's taking all of my strength to to hold onto 'em. Your nipples are so tight... puckered. Begging to be sucked and bitten.
"I love your stomach. I love the way my hand fits on it. I love the way you make the muscles there roll when I'm frakking you, when you rock with me. Right now, I can see those muscles quivering a bit, like in anticipation of what I'm going to do to you in the next hour.
"Your hips are perfect. And your legs... they go on for days. You're twisting them in the sheets; I can see how eager and ready you are just by the tension in 'em. I can't wait to have them wrapped around my waist.
"And that's one of the best things about you, y'know? Doesn't matter how close we are, when we're alone and frakking, you always open up more and hold me more tightly.
"I'll slide into you---and you look slippery and soaked, by the way, just perfect and I can't wait to touch you---and you make that quiet whimpering sound and you tilt your hips and if we're in the right position, you wrap your legs around me. You welcome me in more---every time, without fail. Doesn't matter how close we are. Doesn't matter if we're already pressed against each other, no space between us from head to toe. You always welcome me in a bit more, like there's nothing to hide and that you want to be as close as you can be to me.
"A woman like you... wanting a man like me... Laura, it's enough to make me get on my knees and thank the gods---and you know how hard that is for me to admit.
"Now, look at you, trembling and smiling and making those cute little noises that no one but me gets to hear. And I know you're soaked and I can't wait for more... but there's something about this moment, right now, that is making me crazy.
"My voice is doing this to you. Me and my words. You're so close."
Bill paused in speaking to run his fingers along the curved underside of her breast. He grinned when Laura wriggled anxiously.
"I love seeing you like this," he whispered. "So excited, so ready... I just want to dive in, but I know it'll be better if we take it slow. This is the first time in weeks that we've gotten a few hours alone and I want to enjoy it. And I want you to enjoy it, too.
"I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you cry my name and I want to feel you tense up all around me. I want to claim every inch of your body, Laura... as much as you can be, I want you to be mine."
His fingers brushed down the center of her stomach and abdomen. True to his word, Laura parted her legs and welcomed his touch.
Grinning, he brushed his fingers through her dark curls; their ends were damp but not nearly as slippery as the skin he found just below them.
"Look at you," he whispered, "so wet and warm and ready to frak..."
He brought his index finger down the center of her folds in one smooth stroke. Laura let loose a loud moan and her hips strained upward to meet his touch.
On the returning stroke, Bill leaned in, kissed near her ear, and said, "I love you, Laura."
She cried out and tensed as her orgasm hit her body hard---harder than she had ever imagined for such foreplay.
"I'd say the experiment was a success," she whispered as her hidden muscles clenched in time to the rapid pulse of her heart.
"Mmm, yes," Bill whispered back. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck. "We'll test it again some other time."
Laura nodded, smiled, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Sounds good, Bill," she murmured. "Now, stop with the experiments and frak me."
PAIRING: Laura Roslin/Bill Adama (BSG)
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
SPOILERS: None
NOTES: For the eighth Porn Battle. The prompt is: Battlestar Galactica (2003), Bill/Laura, voice and it can be found here in the comments of the PB8 post.
"No, no, no... no whining or complaining, Roslin. This is our experiment.
"So you're just gonna have to lie there and keep listening to me, like we agreed. Now, I know your eyes are closed but I am going to tell you what I see right now as I look at you.
"Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are swollen. There's a trace of tears in the corner of your eyes. That flush goes down your neck to your breasts. God, they look good. I know they fit perfectly in my hands and it's taking all of my strength to to hold onto 'em. Your nipples are so tight... puckered. Begging to be sucked and bitten.
"I love your stomach. I love the way my hand fits on it. I love the way you make the muscles there roll when I'm frakking you, when you rock with me. Right now, I can see those muscles quivering a bit, like in anticipation of what I'm going to do to you in the next hour.
"Your hips are perfect. And your legs... they go on for days. You're twisting them in the sheets; I can see how eager and ready you are just by the tension in 'em. I can't wait to have them wrapped around my waist.
"And that's one of the best things about you, y'know? Doesn't matter how close we are, when we're alone and frakking, you always open up more and hold me more tightly.
"I'll slide into you---and you look slippery and soaked, by the way, just perfect and I can't wait to touch you---and you make that quiet whimpering sound and you tilt your hips and if we're in the right position, you wrap your legs around me. You welcome me in more---every time, without fail. Doesn't matter how close we are. Doesn't matter if we're already pressed against each other, no space between us from head to toe. You always welcome me in a bit more, like there's nothing to hide and that you want to be as close as you can be to me.
"A woman like you... wanting a man like me... Laura, it's enough to make me get on my knees and thank the gods---and you know how hard that is for me to admit.
"Now, look at you, trembling and smiling and making those cute little noises that no one but me gets to hear. And I know you're soaked and I can't wait for more... but there's something about this moment, right now, that is making me crazy.
"My voice is doing this to you. Me and my words. You're so close."
Bill paused in speaking to run his fingers along the curved underside of her breast. He grinned when Laura wriggled anxiously.
"I love seeing you like this," he whispered. "So excited, so ready... I just want to dive in, but I know it'll be better if we take it slow. This is the first time in weeks that we've gotten a few hours alone and I want to enjoy it. And I want you to enjoy it, too.
"I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you cry my name and I want to feel you tense up all around me. I want to claim every inch of your body, Laura... as much as you can be, I want you to be mine."
His fingers brushed down the center of her stomach and abdomen. True to his word, Laura parted her legs and welcomed his touch.
Grinning, he brushed his fingers through her dark curls; their ends were damp but not nearly as slippery as the skin he found just below them.
"Look at you," he whispered, "so wet and warm and ready to frak..."
He brought his index finger down the center of her folds in one smooth stroke. Laura let loose a loud moan and her hips strained upward to meet his touch.
On the returning stroke, Bill leaned in, kissed near her ear, and said, "I love you, Laura."
She cried out and tensed as her orgasm hit her body hard---harder than she had ever imagined for such foreplay.
"I'd say the experiment was a success," she whispered as her hidden muscles clenched in time to the rapid pulse of her heart.
"Mmm, yes," Bill whispered back. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck. "We'll test it again some other time."
Laura nodded, smiled, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Sounds good, Bill," she murmured. "Now, stop with the experiments and frak me."