And now, for something completely different...
So, I still have a zillion fics to archive, but this one is *nothing* like Independence Day. It's a smutbiscuit basically. But what else would one want to read on a Sunday, I ask! There was some talk about lift/elevator secksy times not long back. So, been there, done that, girls. Back in December 2009 actually.
Title: Going Down?
Author: Aussie
Rated: MA for smut!
Was originally written for an A/U challenge.
“Do you, William, take this woman to be your lawful wife? To love and cherish her from this day onwards. To always be faithful to her. In times of sickness and in times of health. Now and forever. Until only death shall you separate.”
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”
*
Laura Roslin couldn’t take her eyes off William Adama. She had seen him in uniform a few times but she wasn’t prepared for the dashing figure he was cutting in a tuxedo.
She should stop staring at him. At his shoulders. At his arms. At his chest. She should stop thinking about what he would look like without the black jacket, the bow tie hanging loose around the white shirt. Maybe she would slip open a few of the white shirt’s buttons and run her fingernails down his exposed chest.
“Congratulations!” she heard someone say behind her, snapping her out of her highly inappropriate daydream.
*
“If someone would have told me when we went to the Galactica for its decommissioning that we’d be standing here after eighteen months, I’d have told them they needed to see a doctor,” Billy told Laura a few moments later.
“True,” she laughed. “In fact I didn’t even think I’d be alive after eighteen months.”
He bent down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “You’re a tough old bird.”
She hugged him. “I don’t think I would have made it some days without you.”
He hugged her back.
“The Commander looks good. Retirement seems to suit him,” he mused when they parted.
She hummed in agreement, looking over and letting her eyes linger again on the tuxedo clad ex-Commander.
Billy laughed.
She swung her head back to the young man. “What?” she demanded.
“Nothing,” Billy said, holding his arms up defensively and laughing again.
*
Laura Roslin was filling Bill's senses as they sat side by side at the reception. Her scent was intoxicating. He could not remember ever thinking anyone as lovely. He had thought she was beautiful when they had met on Galactica, but he now realised she had only improved over time. She was also probably the sexiest woman he had encountered in his entire life.
He shook his head, attempting to get the image of frakking her out of his mind. He needed to at least make it through dinner.
She absentmindedly twirled her fingers around a tuft of hair. The short style was a reminder of how sick she had been; and to how close everyone had come to losing her.
*
Laura could feel his eyes on her face. She self-consciously touched a lock of her hair. She thought her hair had grown to a sufficient length that she could now once again go without the wig, but maybe she should have worn it, considering this was a special occasion.
She looked over and met his piercing blue eyes. She desperately wondered what he was thinking behind his outwardly impassive look. He was an intelligent man, which had come as a surprise. She hadn’t expected a military man to have such knowledge of literature and the arts. He was such a contradiction to what she had imagined he would be like before he had given that first impassioned and heartfelt speech.
She tilted her head. “Are you planning on giving a speech tonight?” she asked.
“You’re the politician. Maybe I should leave it to you,” he answered smoothly.
She just gave him a small secretive smile, refusing to reveal whether or not she would make her way to the podium later that night.
“Champagne?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had alcohol for a long time. Not since I started my treatment.”
“Of course. This is a special occasion though,” he pointed out.
She nodded and twirled with the champagne flute’s stem. “If I get silly, will you promise to look after me?” she asked.
“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he agreed.
She shot him a look at his obvious suggestiveness but smiled nevertheless. She liked the thought that William Adama would be there if she needed protection.
*
They sat while a series of guests gave speeches purporting the health and happiness of the newly married couple. Laura nodded and laughed in the correct places, all the while enjoying the feel of his hand that had found her leg under the table. He caressed her gently, occasionally squeezing her thigh at a particularly endearing moment of a speech.
“Now, it’s time for the bridal waltz,” the emcee announced. “Please feel free to join the happy couple.”
He silently took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She liked the way she felt when he put his strong arms around her.
“Has anyone told you today how beautiful you are?”
She snorted. “Dozens,” she teased, before once more enjoying the comfortable feeling of swaying in his arms.
He lifted his head and stared down at her.
“What?” she asked, intrigued to where his thoughts were roaming.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
“Liar,” she accused.
“Okay. I was wondering if anyone would notice if we went missing. I was thinking how I desperately want to frak you hard against the wall until you come with a scream. I was also thinking how this isn’t a very appropriate thing to say to a lady.”
She stared back up at him for a moment. Memories of hurried fraks with Richard Adar flooded her mind.
“Afterwards, I’d like to take you up to a room and spend the entire night leisurely and completely exploring every inch of you.”
A whimper escaped from her involuntarily. Moisture flooded to her core at the idea of William Adama unhurriedly giving her pleasure.
“Would it be wrong of me to not care who notices we’re missing?” she asked.
*
He led her across to the bank of elevators. They never spoke as he pushed the up arrow button. She breathed in sharply as a small bell sound rang out to announce the arrival of the elevator and the steel doors slowly opened.
They didn’t even wait for the doors to close fully before they ground their lips together. She darted her tongue into his mouth immediately, yearning to share this simple intimacy with him. She could taste champagne and the chicken dish that had been served for dinner on his breath. For some reason, tasting it the second time enhanced the flavour and gave it a hidden sexiness.
He grunted and lifted her bodily. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her against the side of the elevator, where they continued to devour each other with their lips.
She gasped for breath as she heard him swear softly.
“How do I get this frakkin thing open?” he asked.
She giggled. “It’s an all-in-one thing. You unclip it when you need to go to the bathroom,” she said. “Or whatever,” she added.
He chuckled. “It’s red. You’re wearing red lingerie under a white dress?”
“I’ve got a slip on so you can’t notice. I like red,” she purred suggestively.
“I think I’m becoming quite partial to it myself,” he agreed. “In fact,” he reached over and banged the emergency stop button. “Now, what other red buttons do I need to press?”
She hummed as he unbelted his trousers and pushed them and his underwear hastily to the floor. She reached out and boldly stroked his hardening length. He let out a low guttural roar in response to her touch, exciting her even more with his reaction.
She hitched her legs back around him and guided him inside of her before she lost her nerve about what the media would do if the Secretary of Education was caught frakking in an elevator.
*
Bill had to admit that even though it always looked hot in adult rated movies, up against the wall wasn’t usually one of his favourite positions--but that was before Laura Roslin. For starters she was light. It was no effort to hold her up at all. Secondly, she fit him like a glove. He only needed to tilt her pelvis slightly and he felt her clench and contract around his cock.
He marvelled at how she could rock her hips while she was pinned against the wall.
She whimpered slightly and he immediately thrust into her harder and faster. He was going to come too soon, he acknowledged. It felt too good. He wanted to give her pleasure but it was never going to happen like this.
“It’s too much,” he tried to explain but she just hummed and he nearly exploded into her because of that sound alone.
He quickly reached down between their bodies and used his thumb to circle her clit as he continued to grind into her with the same satisfying rhythm.
“Gods! More!” she groaned.
His mouth captured hers and he pushed his tongue forcibly into her mouth to mirror the action of his cock pumping into her. He revelled in the fact that she readily opened her mouth and twirled her tongue out to meet his.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” he grunted into her mouth.
She whimpered again. The sound excited him even more and he pumped harder, attempting to prolong their enjoyment but realising that due to his age and her complete and utter sensuality, he was not going to last.
Abruptly the elevator jerked and started to descend. The movement caused them to shift positions slightly and his head almost exploded at feeling her inner walls clenching in reaction around him once more. He adjusted his weight and thrust again, altering his tempo to correlate to the motion of the elevator.
“Yes! No! Yes!” she screamed incoherently before she completely stilled and he felt a warm rush of her orgasm.
He ceased to think and instead growled against her mouth like a wild beast displaying his pleasure to his mate as he also climaxed.
He breathed heavily against her until the sound of the elevator’s bell brought him back to reality. He fell out of her and let her legs drop back down to the ground as gently as he could. He hastily pulled up his clothing as she righted the skirts of her dress.
The doors slid open to reveal the ground floor. Three people, including a man wearing the hotel’s official uniform stood outside the doors.
“Are you okay?” the man asked as they stepped out. “I got a call that the elevator was stopped.”
“False alarm,” Bill answered, wondering if the mechanic could smell the scent of their love making.
“Everything’s perfect,” she agreed.
They walked back towards the wedding party.
“My legs feel like jello,” she giggled.
“You need me to hold you up again,” he breathed near her ear.
“There you are!” They spun around to the sound of Billy’s voice. “We’re thinking of going soon and I wanted to say goodbye before we do.”
“Oh, okay.” She leaned in and hugged Billy gently as Anastasia Dualla appeared at the young man’s side.
“Commander,” the young girl still addressed him with his military title before reaching out and giving him a hug.
“You’re welcome to stay of course,” Billy added.
“No, I think I might turn in for the night. I’m staying in the motel,” she said. He knew she had just given him a subtle invitation and his cock unbelievably twitched in reaction.
“I hope you have a long and happy marriage,” she said before giving Dee a hug.
“Thank you, Madam Secretary.”
She laughed. “I think, considering Billy is almost like a son to me, you can call me Laura!”
Dee smiled back at her shyly.
“Commander,” Billy addressed him. “It is lovely to meet you again.”
“Yes,” he agreed, shaking the young man’s hand. “Treat her right,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
After the young couple departed after their final goodbyes, he turned to Laura Roslin.
“Could I see you back to your room, Madam Secretary?” he asked.
“I think, Commander, considering our recent activities, you could call me Laura. And William?" she asked hesitantly.
“Bill,” he informed her of his preferred name.
“Bill,” she agreed. “And yes, I would love some company. You have no other plans for the evening?”
“I was thinking a shower before going back down. This time not in an elevator.”
She whimpered beside him.
“I like the sound of your plans.”
“I like the sound of your sounds.” He chuckled at his incomprehensible sentence. “Let’s go and see if we can make some more.”
Title: Going Down?
Author: Aussie
Rated: MA for smut!
Was originally written for an A/U challenge.
“Do you, William, take this woman to be your lawful wife? To love and cherish her from this day onwards. To always be faithful to her. In times of sickness and in times of health. Now and forever. Until only death shall you separate.”
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”
*
Laura Roslin couldn’t take her eyes off William Adama. She had seen him in uniform a few times but she wasn’t prepared for the dashing figure he was cutting in a tuxedo.
She should stop staring at him. At his shoulders. At his arms. At his chest. She should stop thinking about what he would look like without the black jacket, the bow tie hanging loose around the white shirt. Maybe she would slip open a few of the white shirt’s buttons and run her fingernails down his exposed chest.
“Congratulations!” she heard someone say behind her, snapping her out of her highly inappropriate daydream.
*
“If someone would have told me when we went to the Galactica for its decommissioning that we’d be standing here after eighteen months, I’d have told them they needed to see a doctor,” Billy told Laura a few moments later.
“True,” she laughed. “In fact I didn’t even think I’d be alive after eighteen months.”
He bent down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “You’re a tough old bird.”
She hugged him. “I don’t think I would have made it some days without you.”
He hugged her back.
“The Commander looks good. Retirement seems to suit him,” he mused when they parted.
She hummed in agreement, looking over and letting her eyes linger again on the tuxedo clad ex-Commander.
Billy laughed.
She swung her head back to the young man. “What?” she demanded.
“Nothing,” Billy said, holding his arms up defensively and laughing again.
*
Laura Roslin was filling Bill's senses as they sat side by side at the reception. Her scent was intoxicating. He could not remember ever thinking anyone as lovely. He had thought she was beautiful when they had met on Galactica, but he now realised she had only improved over time. She was also probably the sexiest woman he had encountered in his entire life.
He shook his head, attempting to get the image of frakking her out of his mind. He needed to at least make it through dinner.
She absentmindedly twirled her fingers around a tuft of hair. The short style was a reminder of how sick she had been; and to how close everyone had come to losing her.
*
Laura could feel his eyes on her face. She self-consciously touched a lock of her hair. She thought her hair had grown to a sufficient length that she could now once again go without the wig, but maybe she should have worn it, considering this was a special occasion.
She looked over and met his piercing blue eyes. She desperately wondered what he was thinking behind his outwardly impassive look. He was an intelligent man, which had come as a surprise. She hadn’t expected a military man to have such knowledge of literature and the arts. He was such a contradiction to what she had imagined he would be like before he had given that first impassioned and heartfelt speech.
She tilted her head. “Are you planning on giving a speech tonight?” she asked.
“You’re the politician. Maybe I should leave it to you,” he answered smoothly.
She just gave him a small secretive smile, refusing to reveal whether or not she would make her way to the podium later that night.
“Champagne?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had alcohol for a long time. Not since I started my treatment.”
“Of course. This is a special occasion though,” he pointed out.
She nodded and twirled with the champagne flute’s stem. “If I get silly, will you promise to look after me?” she asked.
“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he agreed.
She shot him a look at his obvious suggestiveness but smiled nevertheless. She liked the thought that William Adama would be there if she needed protection.
*
They sat while a series of guests gave speeches purporting the health and happiness of the newly married couple. Laura nodded and laughed in the correct places, all the while enjoying the feel of his hand that had found her leg under the table. He caressed her gently, occasionally squeezing her thigh at a particularly endearing moment of a speech.
“Now, it’s time for the bridal waltz,” the emcee announced. “Please feel free to join the happy couple.”
He silently took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She liked the way she felt when he put his strong arms around her.
“Has anyone told you today how beautiful you are?”
She snorted. “Dozens,” she teased, before once more enjoying the comfortable feeling of swaying in his arms.
He lifted his head and stared down at her.
“What?” she asked, intrigued to where his thoughts were roaming.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
“Liar,” she accused.
“Okay. I was wondering if anyone would notice if we went missing. I was thinking how I desperately want to frak you hard against the wall until you come with a scream. I was also thinking how this isn’t a very appropriate thing to say to a lady.”
She stared back up at him for a moment. Memories of hurried fraks with Richard Adar flooded her mind.
“Afterwards, I’d like to take you up to a room and spend the entire night leisurely and completely exploring every inch of you.”
A whimper escaped from her involuntarily. Moisture flooded to her core at the idea of William Adama unhurriedly giving her pleasure.
“Would it be wrong of me to not care who notices we’re missing?” she asked.
*
He led her across to the bank of elevators. They never spoke as he pushed the up arrow button. She breathed in sharply as a small bell sound rang out to announce the arrival of the elevator and the steel doors slowly opened.
They didn’t even wait for the doors to close fully before they ground their lips together. She darted her tongue into his mouth immediately, yearning to share this simple intimacy with him. She could taste champagne and the chicken dish that had been served for dinner on his breath. For some reason, tasting it the second time enhanced the flavour and gave it a hidden sexiness.
He grunted and lifted her bodily. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her against the side of the elevator, where they continued to devour each other with their lips.
She gasped for breath as she heard him swear softly.
“How do I get this frakkin thing open?” he asked.
She giggled. “It’s an all-in-one thing. You unclip it when you need to go to the bathroom,” she said. “Or whatever,” she added.
He chuckled. “It’s red. You’re wearing red lingerie under a white dress?”
“I’ve got a slip on so you can’t notice. I like red,” she purred suggestively.
“I think I’m becoming quite partial to it myself,” he agreed. “In fact,” he reached over and banged the emergency stop button. “Now, what other red buttons do I need to press?”
She hummed as he unbelted his trousers and pushed them and his underwear hastily to the floor. She reached out and boldly stroked his hardening length. He let out a low guttural roar in response to her touch, exciting her even more with his reaction.
She hitched her legs back around him and guided him inside of her before she lost her nerve about what the media would do if the Secretary of Education was caught frakking in an elevator.
*
Bill had to admit that even though it always looked hot in adult rated movies, up against the wall wasn’t usually one of his favourite positions--but that was before Laura Roslin. For starters she was light. It was no effort to hold her up at all. Secondly, she fit him like a glove. He only needed to tilt her pelvis slightly and he felt her clench and contract around his cock.
He marvelled at how she could rock her hips while she was pinned against the wall.
She whimpered slightly and he immediately thrust into her harder and faster. He was going to come too soon, he acknowledged. It felt too good. He wanted to give her pleasure but it was never going to happen like this.
“It’s too much,” he tried to explain but she just hummed and he nearly exploded into her because of that sound alone.
He quickly reached down between their bodies and used his thumb to circle her clit as he continued to grind into her with the same satisfying rhythm.
“Gods! More!” she groaned.
His mouth captured hers and he pushed his tongue forcibly into her mouth to mirror the action of his cock pumping into her. He revelled in the fact that she readily opened her mouth and twirled her tongue out to meet his.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” he grunted into her mouth.
She whimpered again. The sound excited him even more and he pumped harder, attempting to prolong their enjoyment but realising that due to his age and her complete and utter sensuality, he was not going to last.
Abruptly the elevator jerked and started to descend. The movement caused them to shift positions slightly and his head almost exploded at feeling her inner walls clenching in reaction around him once more. He adjusted his weight and thrust again, altering his tempo to correlate to the motion of the elevator.
“Yes! No! Yes!” she screamed incoherently before she completely stilled and he felt a warm rush of her orgasm.
He ceased to think and instead growled against her mouth like a wild beast displaying his pleasure to his mate as he also climaxed.
He breathed heavily against her until the sound of the elevator’s bell brought him back to reality. He fell out of her and let her legs drop back down to the ground as gently as he could. He hastily pulled up his clothing as she righted the skirts of her dress.
The doors slid open to reveal the ground floor. Three people, including a man wearing the hotel’s official uniform stood outside the doors.
“Are you okay?” the man asked as they stepped out. “I got a call that the elevator was stopped.”
“False alarm,” Bill answered, wondering if the mechanic could smell the scent of their love making.
“Everything’s perfect,” she agreed.
They walked back towards the wedding party.
“My legs feel like jello,” she giggled.
“You need me to hold you up again,” he breathed near her ear.
“There you are!” They spun around to the sound of Billy’s voice. “We’re thinking of going soon and I wanted to say goodbye before we do.”
“Oh, okay.” She leaned in and hugged Billy gently as Anastasia Dualla appeared at the young man’s side.
“Commander,” the young girl still addressed him with his military title before reaching out and giving him a hug.
“You’re welcome to stay of course,” Billy added.
“No, I think I might turn in for the night. I’m staying in the motel,” she said. He knew she had just given him a subtle invitation and his cock unbelievably twitched in reaction.
“I hope you have a long and happy marriage,” she said before giving Dee a hug.
“Thank you, Madam Secretary.”
She laughed. “I think, considering Billy is almost like a son to me, you can call me Laura!”
Dee smiled back at her shyly.
“Commander,” Billy addressed him. “It is lovely to meet you again.”
“Yes,” he agreed, shaking the young man’s hand. “Treat her right,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
After the young couple departed after their final goodbyes, he turned to Laura Roslin.
“Could I see you back to your room, Madam Secretary?” he asked.
“I think, Commander, considering our recent activities, you could call me Laura. And William?" she asked hesitantly.
“Bill,” he informed her of his preferred name.
“Bill,” she agreed. “And yes, I would love some company. You have no other plans for the evening?”
“I was thinking a shower before going back down. This time not in an elevator.”
She whimpered beside him.
“I like the sound of your plans.”
“I like the sound of your sounds.” He chuckled at his incomprehensible sentence. “Let’s go and see if we can make some more.”