Domestic fic for a Saturday!!
title: Temptation
author: redrockcan
words: 701
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Bill watched Laura from the couch. She was sitting at his desk working in just her blouse and skirt having shed her jacket and shoes when she came home a while ago. She’d been studying reports for hours and was obviously feeling the effects of that. She had been stretching frequently and then rubbing the back of her neck for the last few minutes. Bill loved to watch her work and stretch. He smiled to himself.
He should let it go, but he couldn’t help himself. “Something you need?” he asked.
She turned with a slight smile coming to her lips and a raised brow. There was something she needed alright, but it was unlikely that she would get that. She’d settle for two strong hands though and Bill’s fit the... well... bill.
She got up and gave him a mischievous look, but then turned and went to the head instead of coming to the couch.
Bill was puzzled until she emerged in his brown robe. He could only speculate on what she had or didn’t have on underneath. He swallowed hard as she made her way over to him her hips sashaying side to side as she did. She giggled as she reached the couch and turned in front of him, settling between his legs.
Bill knew he was in trouble and this had been a bad idea as soon as she sat down. He spread his legs further apart to accommodate her lovely behind and then shifted back so she wasn’t pressed up against his...
“Is this okay?” she asked turning her head slightly. His eyes came up and settled on her hair. He moved it to the side, it was so soft.
“Yes,” he answered, his voice sounded an octave lower than normal. He placed his hands on her shoulders beginning to work out the stress of her day. He felt her relax under his hands as he continued to stroke her shoulders and then up the back of her neck. She sighed and let her head fall forward. Her breathing evened out as he continued.
“That’s nice, ” she purred.
He smiled and kept his back pushed up against the couch as tightly as he could. That was the last thing he needed, but he was keeping himself surprisingly in check. He let out a breath of his own.
He was keeping himself pretty well under control until she loosened the robe and bared her shoulders and back to him. She had nothing on underneath. He shut his eyes tightly not wanting to think about what he really wanted to do in this situation.
He tried to make his mind go blank or think cold, horrible thoughts, but then it happened. The one thing he had no defence for, she made that sound. That hum she made in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. It went straight to the muscle between his legs. Frak, this was not good.
“Laura?” his voice now sounded an octave too high.
“Umm-hmm.” Again with the humming.
“Please don’t make that... ah... sound.” He sounded as if he was begging. “Please.”
She giggled softly and then hummed a little more knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She shifted back to feel him pressed against her. More humming.
“We can’t...” he whispered even though he wanted to.
“I know.” She turned and looked at him running her finger across his lower lip. “But it feels nice anyway.”
Her words were tinged with longing and regret. So were his, “Yes, it does.”
She got up and headed to the rack. He heard her shuffle under the covers and then she turned off the light. All Bill could think about was her in his bed with nothing on. He must have missed the chapter in military training of what to do with a beautiful, naked President in your rack.
Bill sighed and then stretched out on the couch. He lay awake for a long time thinking, until he heard her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep.
“I love you Laura” he said in a hushed voice into the darkness. He turned over and tried to find sleep.
author: redrockcan
words: 701
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Bill watched Laura from the couch. She was sitting at his desk working in just her blouse and skirt having shed her jacket and shoes when she came home a while ago. She’d been studying reports for hours and was obviously feeling the effects of that. She had been stretching frequently and then rubbing the back of her neck for the last few minutes. Bill loved to watch her work and stretch. He smiled to himself.
He should let it go, but he couldn’t help himself. “Something you need?” he asked.
She turned with a slight smile coming to her lips and a raised brow. There was something she needed alright, but it was unlikely that she would get that. She’d settle for two strong hands though and Bill’s fit the... well... bill.
She got up and gave him a mischievous look, but then turned and went to the head instead of coming to the couch.
Bill was puzzled until she emerged in his brown robe. He could only speculate on what she had or didn’t have on underneath. He swallowed hard as she made her way over to him her hips sashaying side to side as she did. She giggled as she reached the couch and turned in front of him, settling between his legs.
Bill knew he was in trouble and this had been a bad idea as soon as she sat down. He spread his legs further apart to accommodate her lovely behind and then shifted back so she wasn’t pressed up against his...
“Is this okay?” she asked turning her head slightly. His eyes came up and settled on her hair. He moved it to the side, it was so soft.
“Yes,” he answered, his voice sounded an octave lower than normal. He placed his hands on her shoulders beginning to work out the stress of her day. He felt her relax under his hands as he continued to stroke her shoulders and then up the back of her neck. She sighed and let her head fall forward. Her breathing evened out as he continued.
“That’s nice, ” she purred.
He smiled and kept his back pushed up against the couch as tightly as he could. That was the last thing he needed, but he was keeping himself surprisingly in check. He let out a breath of his own.
He was keeping himself pretty well under control until she loosened the robe and bared her shoulders and back to him. She had nothing on underneath. He shut his eyes tightly not wanting to think about what he really wanted to do in this situation.
He tried to make his mind go blank or think cold, horrible thoughts, but then it happened. The one thing he had no defence for, she made that sound. That hum she made in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. It went straight to the muscle between his legs. Frak, this was not good.
“Laura?” his voice now sounded an octave too high.
“Umm-hmm.” Again with the humming.
“Please don’t make that... ah... sound.” He sounded as if he was begging. “Please.”
She giggled softly and then hummed a little more knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She shifted back to feel him pressed against her. More humming.
“We can’t...” he whispered even though he wanted to.
“I know.” She turned and looked at him running her finger across his lower lip. “But it feels nice anyway.”
Her words were tinged with longing and regret. So were his, “Yes, it does.”
She got up and headed to the rack. He heard her shuffle under the covers and then she turned off the light. All Bill could think about was her in his bed with nothing on. He must have missed the chapter in military training of what to do with a beautiful, naked President in your rack.
Bill sighed and then stretched out on the couch. He lay awake for a long time thinking, until he heard her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep.
“I love you Laura” he said in a hushed voice into the darkness. He turned over and tried to find sleep.