Sexy/smutty archive fic
I have *way* too much to choose from for this archive prompt. This isn't my favourite piece of smut, certainly not the best thing I've written, and it's probably funnier than it is sexy. So, why choose it, you ask? I picked it because it was terribly popular. Yes, once upon a time there was a little writer named Aussie who happily posted her fics and managed to get one or two nice, polite reviews. But one fic changed all that. Its name was Charlie. No, that's not right... Its name was A Nice Pair and a Big Straight. Yep, one little bit of fluffy, stupid smut and I was somehow noticed on LJ and my SI reviews became respectable. I can show you the graph of my stats and everything! Hee. Everyone just loved this fic. I'm not sure why. But I'm glad they did because it meant that I got to know so many of you and got to write much more challenging fics.
I posted it way back in November 2009. It was written for a challenge to write a smut or sex scene while the woman was clothed, and the man was naked. :) It's obviously unbetaed and I apologise in advance for my tendency to use the word 'well' so much back then. *head desk* Hope you still enjoy!
Obviously, it's rated MA for smutty times.
“Bill, there’s no need to be so competitive.”
“I’m not being competitive,” he snapped.
“Then why don’t you just give in and say I’ve won?”
“Because I have a reputation, that’s why! I’m William ‘Husker’ Adama, the ex-Viper jock, remember? I’m the one who should be good at this type of thing. Not an ex-teacher turned President.”
“Well, at the moment you’re acting so childish, it’s taking me back to my days as a teacher.”
“Hmph,” he grunted. “This isn’t exactly how I envisaged things would turn out when I suggested this.”
She snorted. “I’m not completely complaining,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Well, I am,” he growled. “You’re sitting there fully clothed and all I’ve got left on is my boxers.”
“You’ve won twice. I have removed my glasses and shoes,” she pointed out.
“Well, that’s nothing special. You’d take them off if the entire Quorum was squashed into my quarters. I was hoping to see a bit more of your bare skin.”
“So you admit it, Bill. You were deliberately trying to get me naked.”
“Definitely,” he chuckled.
“And now things have backfired.”
“Completely,” he admitted.
“I thought you may have had an advantage once my glasses were gone. Obviously though, you are so bad at this game that I can still beat you with blurred vision.”
“Oh, funny. Just deal the frakkin’ cards, Laura.”
“Are you sure? I mean, as you pointed out, you only have your boxers left.”
“You’ve just had a lucky streak.”
She giggled. “I would say you’re the one who is about to streak, Admiral.”
“Give me one,” he barked as a reply.
She delicately tossed him a card.
“Dealer takes two,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll see you.”
“Full colours.” She spread her cards on the table with a flourish.
“What? You must be cheating,” he accused.
“I’m afraid not, Admiral. You agree to say I’ve won?”
“No,” he said stubbornly.
“Well, you have to remove your boxers, Admiral.”
He grunted, and somehow removed his boxers without standing. He threw them over onto the couch where the rest of his clothing sat in a pile.
“My deal,” he said.
“What? You have no clothes left, Bill,” she pointed out.
“I still have my glasses,” he said proudly. “I’m not giving in that easy, Roslin.”
She giggled. He picked up the cards and started shuffling, but jumped as her foot pressed into his groin.
“Stop that,” he said half-heartedly. “You’re putting me off my game.”
“I’m not sure I would notice,” she teased. “Three, please.”
He threw her three cards with one hand. He was busy running his other hand up her leg.
“Dealer takes one,” he murmured.
“Mmm. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” she said breathlessly.
“I’m not sure I have any more to show you,” he chuckled as he laid his cards on the table. “Three of a kind.”
“Mmm,” she hummed again as his hand swirled patterns on her thigh. “Two pair. You win. Finally.” She stood and removed her jacket, throwing it over with his clothes.
“Your deal, madam president,” he said huskily.
Before she sat she manoeuvred her chair around so she was seated beside him, instead of opposite.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Just getting more comfortable,” she said in low tone.
She dealt them five cards each, then ran her hands along his thigh.
“You’re putting me off my game,” he grumbled.
“Didn’t realise you were on it,” she said pleasantly.
“I am with this hand. I only need one card,” he said triumphantly.
“Bill, the point of the game is not to let on whether or not you’ve got a good hand.”
“Well, I have trouble hiding anything from you,” he admitted.
“Obviously,” she said. "You’re not hiding anything at the moment.” She leant over and ran her hand over his chest before dipping down and suckling gently on his scar.
“Laura,” he groaned. “I’ve got a good hand. I’m going to call you.”
She hummed.
“Okay, I’ve got a pair. Can you beat that Bill?” she asked before bending down and sliding his cock into her mouth.
“I know you’ve got a pair. The plan tonight was to make you sit there and show them to me while we played cards,” he said in an unsteady voice.
She pulled her mouth back up along his length and arched an eyebrow.
“What have you got for me, Bill?” she asked.
“A big one,” he said.
Her eyebrow arched even more. “You think?” she asked. “Compared to...” she trailed off.
“Compared to your pair, Madam President. A straight,” he said.
“A big straight,” she hummed. “Yes, that beats a pair. I’ll have to take something else off then,” she said.
“Uh huh,” he agreed.
She stood, keeping eye contact with him before bending down to kiss him fully on the lips. Their mouths immediately opened simultaneously so as to deepen the kiss, their tongues flicking together with promise.
She straightened and once again held his blue-eyed gaze.
She started to unbutton her blouse. One, the top one. She smiled, tilted her head. Two, slipped out of its hole with ease. He caught a glimpse of pale skin. She hummed as he groaned. Three, almost popped out of its own accord as it was hanging by a thread. He could now see lace and he helplessly lifted his hand up and ran a thumb along the silky material.
He reached up to the fourth button but she lightly slapped his fingers. “No,” she said, her voice deep.
“But I won,” he said.
“But I get to choose what I take off,” she said.
She bunched her skirt and lifted it slowly, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she exposed her legs to his gaze. She hooked her thumbs onto her panties and slowly inched them down her thighs. She bent down, sticking her ass practically in his face, and pulled the panties down further before stepping out of them. She stood back up and threw them on the clothes pile.
“Your deal,” she murmured as she lifted her left leg so that she was standing with one leg either side of his chair.
“You’re trying to put me off my game again,” he said, reaching around her body to pick up the deck of cards.
She just hummed, taking his cock in her hand and using it to rub around her opening.
“You’re wet,” he commented as he shuffled and somehow manipulated his arms around her body to deal out five cards each on the desk.
“Uh huh,” she murmured. She held him in a firm grip and eased down onto him.
His hand reached around and held onto her bare ass, squeezing and rubbing before gently encouraging her to rock on top of him.
“What have I got?” she asked.
“A nice pair,” he said as his mouth dipped down to suck at her nipple through the material of her bra.
She hummed.
“What have you got?” she asked as she thrust so that her clit rubbed along his length.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Nothing?” she asked surprised. “Surely you’ve got something for me.”
“Nope,” he said. “Take off my glasses will you?”
She carefully took off his glasses and placed them on the desk.
“You win,” he stated as he slipped his fingers down between their bodies.
“Definitely,” she agreed.
I posted it way back in November 2009. It was written for a challenge to write a smut or sex scene while the woman was clothed, and the man was naked. :) It's obviously unbetaed and I apologise in advance for my tendency to use the word 'well' so much back then. *head desk* Hope you still enjoy!
Obviously, it's rated MA for smutty times.
“Bill, there’s no need to be so competitive.”
“I’m not being competitive,” he snapped.
“Then why don’t you just give in and say I’ve won?”
“Because I have a reputation, that’s why! I’m William ‘Husker’ Adama, the ex-Viper jock, remember? I’m the one who should be good at this type of thing. Not an ex-teacher turned President.”
“Well, at the moment you’re acting so childish, it’s taking me back to my days as a teacher.”
“Hmph,” he grunted. “This isn’t exactly how I envisaged things would turn out when I suggested this.”
She snorted. “I’m not completely complaining,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Well, I am,” he growled. “You’re sitting there fully clothed and all I’ve got left on is my boxers.”
“You’ve won twice. I have removed my glasses and shoes,” she pointed out.
“Well, that’s nothing special. You’d take them off if the entire Quorum was squashed into my quarters. I was hoping to see a bit more of your bare skin.”
“So you admit it, Bill. You were deliberately trying to get me naked.”
“Definitely,” he chuckled.
“And now things have backfired.”
“Completely,” he admitted.
“I thought you may have had an advantage once my glasses were gone. Obviously though, you are so bad at this game that I can still beat you with blurred vision.”
“Oh, funny. Just deal the frakkin’ cards, Laura.”
“Are you sure? I mean, as you pointed out, you only have your boxers left.”
“You’ve just had a lucky streak.”
She giggled. “I would say you’re the one who is about to streak, Admiral.”
“Give me one,” he barked as a reply.
She delicately tossed him a card.
“Dealer takes two,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll see you.”
“Full colours.” She spread her cards on the table with a flourish.
“What? You must be cheating,” he accused.
“I’m afraid not, Admiral. You agree to say I’ve won?”
“No,” he said stubbornly.
“Well, you have to remove your boxers, Admiral.”
He grunted, and somehow removed his boxers without standing. He threw them over onto the couch where the rest of his clothing sat in a pile.
“My deal,” he said.
“What? You have no clothes left, Bill,” she pointed out.
“I still have my glasses,” he said proudly. “I’m not giving in that easy, Roslin.”
She giggled. He picked up the cards and started shuffling, but jumped as her foot pressed into his groin.
“Stop that,” he said half-heartedly. “You’re putting me off my game.”
“I’m not sure I would notice,” she teased. “Three, please.”
He threw her three cards with one hand. He was busy running his other hand up her leg.
“Dealer takes one,” he murmured.
“Mmm. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” she said breathlessly.
“I’m not sure I have any more to show you,” he chuckled as he laid his cards on the table. “Three of a kind.”
“Mmm,” she hummed again as his hand swirled patterns on her thigh. “Two pair. You win. Finally.” She stood and removed her jacket, throwing it over with his clothes.
“Your deal, madam president,” he said huskily.
Before she sat she manoeuvred her chair around so she was seated beside him, instead of opposite.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Just getting more comfortable,” she said in low tone.
She dealt them five cards each, then ran her hands along his thigh.
“You’re putting me off my game,” he grumbled.
“Didn’t realise you were on it,” she said pleasantly.
“I am with this hand. I only need one card,” he said triumphantly.
“Bill, the point of the game is not to let on whether or not you’ve got a good hand.”
“Well, I have trouble hiding anything from you,” he admitted.
“Obviously,” she said. "You’re not hiding anything at the moment.” She leant over and ran her hand over his chest before dipping down and suckling gently on his scar.
“Laura,” he groaned. “I’ve got a good hand. I’m going to call you.”
She hummed.
“Okay, I’ve got a pair. Can you beat that Bill?” she asked before bending down and sliding his cock into her mouth.
“I know you’ve got a pair. The plan tonight was to make you sit there and show them to me while we played cards,” he said in an unsteady voice.
She pulled her mouth back up along his length and arched an eyebrow.
“What have you got for me, Bill?” she asked.
“A big one,” he said.
Her eyebrow arched even more. “You think?” she asked. “Compared to...” she trailed off.
“Compared to your pair, Madam President. A straight,” he said.
“A big straight,” she hummed. “Yes, that beats a pair. I’ll have to take something else off then,” she said.
“Uh huh,” he agreed.
She stood, keeping eye contact with him before bending down to kiss him fully on the lips. Their mouths immediately opened simultaneously so as to deepen the kiss, their tongues flicking together with promise.
She straightened and once again held his blue-eyed gaze.
She started to unbutton her blouse. One, the top one. She smiled, tilted her head. Two, slipped out of its hole with ease. He caught a glimpse of pale skin. She hummed as he groaned. Three, almost popped out of its own accord as it was hanging by a thread. He could now see lace and he helplessly lifted his hand up and ran a thumb along the silky material.
He reached up to the fourth button but she lightly slapped his fingers. “No,” she said, her voice deep.
“But I won,” he said.
“But I get to choose what I take off,” she said.
She bunched her skirt and lifted it slowly, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she exposed her legs to his gaze. She hooked her thumbs onto her panties and slowly inched them down her thighs. She bent down, sticking her ass practically in his face, and pulled the panties down further before stepping out of them. She stood back up and threw them on the clothes pile.
“Your deal,” she murmured as she lifted her left leg so that she was standing with one leg either side of his chair.
“You’re trying to put me off my game again,” he said, reaching around her body to pick up the deck of cards.
She just hummed, taking his cock in her hand and using it to rub around her opening.
“You’re wet,” he commented as he shuffled and somehow manipulated his arms around her body to deal out five cards each on the desk.
“Uh huh,” she murmured. She held him in a firm grip and eased down onto him.
His hand reached around and held onto her bare ass, squeezing and rubbing before gently encouraging her to rock on top of him.
“What have I got?” she asked.
“A nice pair,” he said as his mouth dipped down to suck at her nipple through the material of her bra.
She hummed.
“What have you got?” she asked as she thrust so that her clit rubbed along his length.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Nothing?” she asked surprised. “Surely you’ve got something for me.”
“Nope,” he said. “Take off my glasses will you?”
She carefully took off his glasses and placed them on the desk.
“You win,” he stated as he slipped his fingers down between their bodies.
“Definitely,” she agreed.