A/R REMIX: "In Camera"
Title: In Camera
Rating: MA
Pairings: Adama/Roslin, Adama/Carolanne
Author and Fic Remixed: defyingnormalcy's Movie Night
Bill realized moments after he entered the cabin what Laura was doing, and he paused to watch her in his rack, taking a moment of pleasure. Besides, it was sexy as hell.
She whimpered, and he thought about ducking out of her line of sight, but he was mesmerized by the scene in front of him. He had his hands on his belt ready to drop his pants and join her, but she hadn't let him watch her like this since New Caprica.
Then he noticed the glow of a screen, and it was just big and familiar enough for him to realize what she'd discovered-and what she was watching.
He barely stopped himself from groaning out loud.
Frak me.
Bill glanced at the screen again just in time to see himself collapse on top of Carolanne, then the lighting on the video player changed, the picture moving from yellow-tinged indoor lighting to the natural outdoors. He focused on a new moving image, already knowing what he would see.
Just the hottest sex he and Carolanne had ever had … captured on tape for all eternity. Gods. It had even survived the end of the worlds.
He'd come home one day to find Carolanne watching their busy neighborhood from the balcony over the small restaurant underneath their apartment, a half-finished bottle of wine standing next to an empty glass on a wobbly table.
"Hey," he said, greeting her, and she turned to him, an almost-empty wine glass dangling from one hand. Her blouse was more than half unbuttoned, not quite covering her, and he gave her a kiss caressing a bare breast. The night was starting to look promising.
He went to pour himself a glass of wine, and that's when he noticed the video camera on the table. They'd been playing with recording themselves, Carolanne's idea of a gift for him to celebrate his reinstatement into the Colonial Fleet-something he could take with him when he went away.
It explained the shoes and lacy panties he'd found strewn inside the apartment before he came through the sliding glass door-she'd laid a trail, getting ready to add something more to the tape tonight, something different.
The evening sun outlined her hips through her sheer skirt, and he'd come up behind her. "What have you got planned here?" he asked, already turned on by the possibilities, knowing at least this meant he'd get laid tonight.
"You'll find out soon enough. Have a little more of your wine."
He'd feigned reluctance the first time Carolanne suggested they tape themselves, but he'd gotten so hard when she mentioned the idea, that he'd gone along, more turned on than he'd felt in a long time. This time, standing outside, she'd upped the ante, taking things to their balcony. Outside. Public.
The idea of it was really turning him on, and he set his wine glass down and stepped closer to her. Her skirt felt soft when he lifted it up and ran his hands over her bare ass. He moved his hand around to her hip, gliding it along the crease of her thigh, and then lower, just to tease her. She was already wet, so frakking wet.
"Just a sec, Bill," she said as she took her wine glass to the table, flipped the outside light on, and turned the camera on. She smiled as she turned back to him and gave him a sloppy, wine-flavored kiss.
"Let's porn this one up, baby," she whispered into his ear.
He groaned when she cupped him and undid the button on his pants, kneeling down to undo the zipper with her teeth, playing to the camera as her breath came hot through his boxers. He glanced down at her, then looked directly at the camera before he closed his eyes and gave in to it all.
Carolanne hooked her thumbs into his boxer briefs, tugging them down and letting them fall to his ankles along with his pants. His cock twitched as he anticipated what she'd do next, waiting … waiting … until her lips closed around him. He'd do anything for her right now. Anything. And she knew it.
He was so frakking hard, and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting into her mouth, making her gag three times before she gave up. He pulled her up to a standing position, wanting to be able to ram himself into her, anyway.
"I wanna frak you," he said, backing her into the balcony railing. "Right here."
"Totally in the open?" she asked, actually giving him an out.
"Yeah."
She unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse and let it fall open, smiling under his gaze, before she turned toward the railing.
"You think this will hold?" he asked, putting one hand on either side of her and pressing his cock against her ass as he grabbed the wrought-iron railing. It had a little give when he tried to move it back and forth, clanging where it was connected to the outside wall.
"It'll do," Carolanne answered, giggling when his mustache tickled her neck. He started lifting up her skirt, and she reached back and grasped his cock, barely getting her hand around him.
He looked over her shoulder and could see people sitting down at outdoor tables having drinks and ordering dinner in the twilight. He grasped her hips under her skirt and pushed into her, listening to her gasp when he pulled back and thrust into her hard again. And then harder, no thoughts of making it last, just a keen awareness of the red light on the portable video camera behind them and the frakking hot woman his cock was buried in.
"Gods, Bill, frak me, frak me hard!"
He pulled his hands out from under her skirt and started caressing her breasts, holding her and pinching at her nipples, the way she liked when she was this turned on. If she didn't care how exposed she was, he wasn't going to, either.
The railing clanged with each thrust, urging him on, and he moved his hips faster, getting his cock as deep into her as he could.
Carolanne moaned with pleasure, getting louder each time he pushed into her, pressing her hard against the railing.
Gods, he could turn this woman on when he wanted to, when she let him. He leaned into her and kissed her neck again. "You gotta stay quiet out here."
"Says who?" she asked.
There was no controlling her-half drunk and high on arousal-and there was no way he was going to stop. He moved one hand down to her clit, circling it. "Look at the camera. Come for me, baby."
Her breathless "There, right there" drove him harder into her until the blinking lights of their town seemed to disappear for a moment as he jerked and spilled into her, groaning when his body finally stilled. He let her go and she bent over the railing, her body shuddering around him.
The unexpected, faint applause from below brought him back around, and he pulled himself out and turned her for a long, deep kiss, circling his fingers around her clit until she came again.
"You won't be able to forget me now when you're away, will you, Bill?" She looked into his eyes with a lazy smile.
"Never. That was amazing," he said, before he kissed her again.
The camera later captured the grin on his face as he reached to turn it off.
They sat on the balcony and finished another bottle of wine, clinking their glasses together with random toasts as they got drunker and louder.
"To frakking!"
"To barking dogs!"
"To porn!"
Carolanne almost fell flat on her ass, laughing hysterically, when she tried to sit on his lap.
It was one of the good times.
He'd gone down on her in the shower later before he frakked her silly in their bed.
Carolanne had sent him back to the Fleet with the little tape player. He'd sneak it out in his bunk, muting the sound, but enjoying the visuals with his hand around his cock.
***
Laura had the sound on and it was so strange to hear Carolanne's voice like this again. He hadn't watched the tape since the divorce, but he'd just never been able to get rid of it.
It wasn't unusual to find Laura in his rack, but not like this with her fingers buried inside her and with just a slip on-a slip that was now hiked up above her hips.
They'd slept together several times since she'd resumed the presidency, but she'd leave sometime in the middle of the night, usually after he'd told her he loved her or asked her about the scars on her back. She'd been unexpectedly staying in his quarters the last few days as Baltar's trial got closer.
Laura was circling her fingers around her clit, and he was torn between wanting to stop the video she had running and wanting to keep watching her. He could tell she was close by her whimpering and panting-sounds he'd gotten very familiar with when he'd visited her down on the planet.
"Come on, baby," came out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Laura turned her head and her arm blocked the screen as she reached her hand out to him. "There you are." She stared into his eyes as she continued working herself fast. It wasn't the reaction he expected, but he wasn't going to complain.
Bill walked over and grasped her hand and could now hear himself on the tape … groaning, Carolanne's moans twisting together with the sounds Laura was making. Laura shifted her position as she came, gazing at him, and he could see himself clearly on the screen again, frakking Carolanne against the balcony railing.
Gods, he wanted Laura like that. Wanted her like that now.
"I want to do that," he thought he heard her say.
"What?"
"I want you to frak me like that. Record it."
Gods.
"Galactica doesn't have an outside balcony."
"Gods, Bill, get creative," she said, still out of breath, her tone more playful than exasperated.
She sat up, swinging her legs over his bunk but needed to brace herself with one arm so she didn't fall to the side. She put a hand up to her head, looking dizzy, smelling of sex-a dreamy vision in silk with her messed up hair.
Bill sat down on the rack next to her. "What if someone found out, with Baltar's trial coming up in a few days?"
"No one's gonna find it."
"You did."
She looked at him, smirking, something untamed and wild in her eyes. "You seemed to enjoy watching me with that tape." She looked down at the bulge in his pants. "And what could they do if they found out? Fire me again? No one seems to care that I've been staying in your quarters."
As unsettled as he was by what she was proposing, he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to her, just like he hadn't said no to Carolanne when she wanted to try this.
"Looks like maybe you're interested." She grinned and slid a finger firmly up his inner thigh, feather light over the length of his cock.
He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue pushing roughly through her lips, the same way he wanted to take her now. He started pushing her down onto the rack, but she twisted out of his embrace.
"Not in the rack, Bill. Not this time."
He was well past the thinking stage, and he pleaded silently with her, his mind trying to catch up and figure out how to give her what she wanted. "Where then?"
"In the head."
He thought he understood now. She wanted to clean up in the shower. He could do shower sex. Something simple and sexy.
Laura slid off the rack and stood up, her silky white slip settling mid-thigh. She leaned over to get her shoes, and her slip slid farther up. She stumbled and had to catch her balance on the chair where she'd laid the rest of her clothing before she slipped each foot into a black shoe and stood before him, still flushed.
"I'll get things set up," she told him, then grabbed the camera off the bed and started moving toward the head. He still didn't believe she was actually going to do this.
She turned back, looking him up and down. "You coming … Admiral?"
"Oh, yeah."
It was only a few steps, but he watched her hips sway as she walked in the heels, so godsdamned sexy. He stood up and followed her somewhat awkwardly, unbuttoning his jacket at the same time.
Laura turned again when she reached the head. "Leave it on. There's something particularly kinky about the military in bed with the president."
It had been so long since he'd heard that low, sultry tone, but it was a strange thing for her to say-she'd always kept their roles out of their bed. "Whatever you say, Madame President," he replied, playing along. He kept the jacket on, but let it fall open.
"It'll look good on the tape."
Bill gulped.
Laura set the camera on the cabinet behind the sink and he set his hands on her hips and tried to kiss her. "Wait just a minute there. I need to get it at the right angle."
Bill watched her impatiently and started nervously arranging their water cups and toothbrushes around the sink.
He cleared his throat. "Are we really going to do this?"
"We are doing it, Bill. Come 'ere." She picked the camera up and hit rewind and play, showing him the screen and letting him hear his voice, tinny through the cheap speaker: "Are we really going to do this."
Gods, she really is serious.
***
Bill took a deep breath as Laura started undoing his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down and freeing him.
"My gods, look at you." She grasped his cock for a moment and then turned toward the mirror.
He could see both of them reflected-a look of delighted anticipation on her face. He wasn't sure how to describe his own, especially when he noticed the red light from the camera reflected above their heads in the mirror, recording every action.
Laura took his hands and placed them on her hips, then pushed her ass toward his cock. She was so slick and wet as he sank into her, and her slip slid against his cock as he moved slowly in and out of her.
"You feel good, so good, Laura."
"Watch me," Laura said as she slowly pulled at her slip, exposing her back to him as she brought the fabric up, keeping her arms above her head and letting the slip drop. She was completely naked, except for the heels, exposing herself to him in a way she hadn't for so long. He kissed the scars along her back, but remained quiet.
He kept pushing harder, trying to get deeper, watching her face, seeing his own. Her eyes looked glassy in the mirror, sexy, already satisfied.
"Gods, you're so frakking hot," he said, thrusting hard, watching her breasts in the mirror as they swayed with each motion.
She reached up and cupped them for him, running her thumbs across her nipples, then braced her arms on the small counter. "Harder, Bill," she said, closing her eyes and moaning louder as he did what she wanted.
He groaned with each thrust, lifting her out of her heels and pressing her hips against the counter. He'd only thought about how sexy she was in the heels, but they gave her enough extra height to make this easier on his knees.
Laura leaned away from the mirror, back into him, and he held her tight around her naked waist; he was sure the wool of his jacket was rough against her skin, sure she didn't care right now. He pressed his chest against her back, and brought a hand around, touching her clit as he thrust shallowly into her.
It was so different being able to watch her face in the mirror as he frakked her, watch his own hands against her pale skin, his fingers playing with her clit.
"Open your eyes, Laura. See what I see."
She gasped, getting louder as she looked at herself, watched him watching her.
"Touch yourself for me."
He moved his hand up to her breast and groaned as she slowly trailed her fingers from her nipple down her stomach to her clit, reaching lower to touch his cock where they were joined. He slowly moved in and out of her. She matched his rhythm with her fingers over her clit.
"Gods, I had no idea, no idea it would be this good." Laura took her fingers off her clit and put them into his mouth. "Taste me."
He watched himself suck at her fingers until she took them out of his mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
"You like this? Like being watched?"
Her eyes met his in the mirror, the red camera light shining just above them. "Gods, yes."
"I'll watch this when you're back on Colonial One."
"I want to watch it with you."
He pictured them in his rack, Laura naked on her hands and knees as he frakked her from behind and they both watched themselves on the little screen.
Gods.
He grasped her hips, and pushed his cock as deep into her as he could, holding her hard against the counter with his body, his legs shaking with the exertion.
She lifted his hand from her hip up into her hair, and he massaged her scalp, her hair falling lush and soft over his hand as she moaned incoherently now with each thrust.
"I love hearing you again," he whispered as he kissed her neck.
She'd been so free with him on New Caprica, both of them finally able to catch a break, sometimes getting lightly stoned. Their few times together since then had been restrained, quiet-each hiding scars and guilt.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight, and put his hand over hers, rubbing hard circles together; her cries and his grunts twisted together and he jerked into her as she came, her entire body shuddering in his arms.
"Frak me, you're so hot, so frakking hot!" He pulled her hips to his, slamming into her, and came hard right after her, harder than he had in a long time.
He let her go and tried to catch his breath; his tags and their chain had left a red imprint on her back and he traced the pattern on her sweat-soaked skin. She looked up at his reflection, still panting, and they smiled at each other in the mirror-the smiles of satisfied lovers.
"That was good, so good." He turned her around and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair, already thinking about what he wanted to do with her later.
"Mmm. Amazing."
Bill was still half-dressed, hot and sweaty in his uniform, and he grabbed the half-full cup of water from beside the sink. He took a long swig, then immediately spat the bitter liquid out. Laura's eyes went wide.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, wondering what kind of healthy concoction she was trying out this time.
"Tea," Laura said quietly as she braced her hands on the counter and leaned forward, looking away from him.
"Tea? What kind of tea?" The slight sense of uneasiness he'd been pushing aside since he walked in on her was coming back. He rinsed the cup out and filled it with water.
Laura looked up at him in the mirror, and he could see his own scowl along with the sudden pleading in her eyes. She looked away, then looked straight into his eyes. "Chamalla."
He pressed himself against her naked body. "Why are you taking chamalla?" He growled the question into her ear as he watched her, knowing the answer in spite of the foggy lethargy trying to overtake his brain after such a hard and hot frak.
"I am taking chamalla again because my cancer has returned," she replied, the words sounding clipped and rehearsed. She let her head drop and he couldn't see her face in the mirror anymore.
"Is that what this is all about?" he asked, waving his hand at the camera, the mirror, suddenly noticing the red light and realizing that they were still being recorded. He scowled as he reached over and turned the camera off, then pulled up his pants and zipped them while he waited for her answer.
"Yes. I wanted you to have something, the way you have the tape to remember her … Carolanne." She pulled his hand up and held it to her hair, her finger toying absently with his wedding ring. "I wanted you to have something to remember me with, before it's all gone. Before I'm gone."
"Cottle's got drugs-"
"Yes. Diloxin. It's as likely to kill me as cure me."
"What about-?"
"Hera?" She simply looked at him, dismissing the possibility.
"How long have you known?"
"Bill, I'm tired," she answered, evading his question. "This wasn't how I'd planned to tell you."
He slammed his glass down on the counter. "No, I wouldn't think the private and controlled Laura Roslin would tell her sometime lover she has cancer after frakking him in front of a camera!"
Laura looked down, giving him no fight, and it suddenly hit him what an ass he was being. He'd frakked her hot and heavy in front of a camera because he'd wanted to, and yet here he was, yelling at a woman with cancer. Yelling at a woman who'd just frakked him while stoned out of her mind on chamalla, probably having visions of gods knew what.
Frak.
He tried to put his arms around her, but she shrugged him off and leaned down to pick her slip up off the floor, bringing it up in front of herself like a shield. Bill grasped her shaking hands and helped her put the slip back on, smoothing the fabric over her damp skin.
"You're going to fight this," he said, looking into her eyes. "You can beat this again."
She looked at him, pressed her lips into a thin line, and nodded. He knew that expression-she'd tell him what he wanted to hear, but she was already pulling away from him again, her godsdamned chamalla high wearing off. Bill could tell she was holding back tears.
He followed her as she walked out of the head and grabbed her clothes, tugging them on. "I need to get back to Colonial One," she said, with a please-don't-try-to-stop-me look in her eyes. He watched helplessly as she walked out, stepping over the raised entrance, uncharacteristically disheveled. The hatch clanged shut.
Bill took his jacket off, then went back into the head and grabbed the camera. What she'd given him was beautiful. Raw. Private.
It was a gift.
Yet he knew she'd never have been that exposed without the chamalla.
His hands shook as he poured himself a drink, and he took a swig, hoping it would settle him.
He turned camera on and rewound it to the beginning, hearing his own “Are we really going to do this” once again when the tape automatically started.
Every moment would always be seared into his mind-the looks, the touches, the way they’d sounded together.
He hit the delete button and erased the file.
Chamalla. Cancer.
He poured another drink and let her news sink in.
Rating: MA
Pairings: Adama/Roslin, Adama/Carolanne
Author and Fic Remixed: defyingnormalcy's Movie Night
Bill realized moments after he entered the cabin what Laura was doing, and he paused to watch her in his rack, taking a moment of pleasure. Besides, it was sexy as hell.
She whimpered, and he thought about ducking out of her line of sight, but he was mesmerized by the scene in front of him. He had his hands on his belt ready to drop his pants and join her, but she hadn't let him watch her like this since New Caprica.
Then he noticed the glow of a screen, and it was just big and familiar enough for him to realize what she'd discovered-and what she was watching.
He barely stopped himself from groaning out loud.
Frak me.
Bill glanced at the screen again just in time to see himself collapse on top of Carolanne, then the lighting on the video player changed, the picture moving from yellow-tinged indoor lighting to the natural outdoors. He focused on a new moving image, already knowing what he would see.
Just the hottest sex he and Carolanne had ever had … captured on tape for all eternity. Gods. It had even survived the end of the worlds.
He'd come home one day to find Carolanne watching their busy neighborhood from the balcony over the small restaurant underneath their apartment, a half-finished bottle of wine standing next to an empty glass on a wobbly table.
"Hey," he said, greeting her, and she turned to him, an almost-empty wine glass dangling from one hand. Her blouse was more than half unbuttoned, not quite covering her, and he gave her a kiss caressing a bare breast. The night was starting to look promising.
He went to pour himself a glass of wine, and that's when he noticed the video camera on the table. They'd been playing with recording themselves, Carolanne's idea of a gift for him to celebrate his reinstatement into the Colonial Fleet-something he could take with him when he went away.
It explained the shoes and lacy panties he'd found strewn inside the apartment before he came through the sliding glass door-she'd laid a trail, getting ready to add something more to the tape tonight, something different.
The evening sun outlined her hips through her sheer skirt, and he'd come up behind her. "What have you got planned here?" he asked, already turned on by the possibilities, knowing at least this meant he'd get laid tonight.
"You'll find out soon enough. Have a little more of your wine."
He'd feigned reluctance the first time Carolanne suggested they tape themselves, but he'd gotten so hard when she mentioned the idea, that he'd gone along, more turned on than he'd felt in a long time. This time, standing outside, she'd upped the ante, taking things to their balcony. Outside. Public.
The idea of it was really turning him on, and he set his wine glass down and stepped closer to her. Her skirt felt soft when he lifted it up and ran his hands over her bare ass. He moved his hand around to her hip, gliding it along the crease of her thigh, and then lower, just to tease her. She was already wet, so frakking wet.
"Just a sec, Bill," she said as she took her wine glass to the table, flipped the outside light on, and turned the camera on. She smiled as she turned back to him and gave him a sloppy, wine-flavored kiss.
"Let's porn this one up, baby," she whispered into his ear.
He groaned when she cupped him and undid the button on his pants, kneeling down to undo the zipper with her teeth, playing to the camera as her breath came hot through his boxers. He glanced down at her, then looked directly at the camera before he closed his eyes and gave in to it all.
Carolanne hooked her thumbs into his boxer briefs, tugging them down and letting them fall to his ankles along with his pants. His cock twitched as he anticipated what she'd do next, waiting … waiting … until her lips closed around him. He'd do anything for her right now. Anything. And she knew it.
He was so frakking hard, and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting into her mouth, making her gag three times before she gave up. He pulled her up to a standing position, wanting to be able to ram himself into her, anyway.
"I wanna frak you," he said, backing her into the balcony railing. "Right here."
"Totally in the open?" she asked, actually giving him an out.
"Yeah."
She unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse and let it fall open, smiling under his gaze, before she turned toward the railing.
"You think this will hold?" he asked, putting one hand on either side of her and pressing his cock against her ass as he grabbed the wrought-iron railing. It had a little give when he tried to move it back and forth, clanging where it was connected to the outside wall.
"It'll do," Carolanne answered, giggling when his mustache tickled her neck. He started lifting up her skirt, and she reached back and grasped his cock, barely getting her hand around him.
He looked over her shoulder and could see people sitting down at outdoor tables having drinks and ordering dinner in the twilight. He grasped her hips under her skirt and pushed into her, listening to her gasp when he pulled back and thrust into her hard again. And then harder, no thoughts of making it last, just a keen awareness of the red light on the portable video camera behind them and the frakking hot woman his cock was buried in.
"Gods, Bill, frak me, frak me hard!"
He pulled his hands out from under her skirt and started caressing her breasts, holding her and pinching at her nipples, the way she liked when she was this turned on. If she didn't care how exposed she was, he wasn't going to, either.
The railing clanged with each thrust, urging him on, and he moved his hips faster, getting his cock as deep into her as he could.
Carolanne moaned with pleasure, getting louder each time he pushed into her, pressing her hard against the railing.
Gods, he could turn this woman on when he wanted to, when she let him. He leaned into her and kissed her neck again. "You gotta stay quiet out here."
"Says who?" she asked.
There was no controlling her-half drunk and high on arousal-and there was no way he was going to stop. He moved one hand down to her clit, circling it. "Look at the camera. Come for me, baby."
Her breathless "There, right there" drove him harder into her until the blinking lights of their town seemed to disappear for a moment as he jerked and spilled into her, groaning when his body finally stilled. He let her go and she bent over the railing, her body shuddering around him.
The unexpected, faint applause from below brought him back around, and he pulled himself out and turned her for a long, deep kiss, circling his fingers around her clit until she came again.
"You won't be able to forget me now when you're away, will you, Bill?" She looked into his eyes with a lazy smile.
"Never. That was amazing," he said, before he kissed her again.
The camera later captured the grin on his face as he reached to turn it off.
They sat on the balcony and finished another bottle of wine, clinking their glasses together with random toasts as they got drunker and louder.
"To frakking!"
"To barking dogs!"
"To porn!"
Carolanne almost fell flat on her ass, laughing hysterically, when she tried to sit on his lap.
It was one of the good times.
He'd gone down on her in the shower later before he frakked her silly in their bed.
Carolanne had sent him back to the Fleet with the little tape player. He'd sneak it out in his bunk, muting the sound, but enjoying the visuals with his hand around his cock.
***
Laura had the sound on and it was so strange to hear Carolanne's voice like this again. He hadn't watched the tape since the divorce, but he'd just never been able to get rid of it.
It wasn't unusual to find Laura in his rack, but not like this with her fingers buried inside her and with just a slip on-a slip that was now hiked up above her hips.
They'd slept together several times since she'd resumed the presidency, but she'd leave sometime in the middle of the night, usually after he'd told her he loved her or asked her about the scars on her back. She'd been unexpectedly staying in his quarters the last few days as Baltar's trial got closer.
Laura was circling her fingers around her clit, and he was torn between wanting to stop the video she had running and wanting to keep watching her. He could tell she was close by her whimpering and panting-sounds he'd gotten very familiar with when he'd visited her down on the planet.
"Come on, baby," came out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Laura turned her head and her arm blocked the screen as she reached her hand out to him. "There you are." She stared into his eyes as she continued working herself fast. It wasn't the reaction he expected, but he wasn't going to complain.
Bill walked over and grasped her hand and could now hear himself on the tape … groaning, Carolanne's moans twisting together with the sounds Laura was making. Laura shifted her position as she came, gazing at him, and he could see himself clearly on the screen again, frakking Carolanne against the balcony railing.
Gods, he wanted Laura like that. Wanted her like that now.
"I want to do that," he thought he heard her say.
"What?"
"I want you to frak me like that. Record it."
Gods.
"Galactica doesn't have an outside balcony."
"Gods, Bill, get creative," she said, still out of breath, her tone more playful than exasperated.
She sat up, swinging her legs over his bunk but needed to brace herself with one arm so she didn't fall to the side. She put a hand up to her head, looking dizzy, smelling of sex-a dreamy vision in silk with her messed up hair.
Bill sat down on the rack next to her. "What if someone found out, with Baltar's trial coming up in a few days?"
"No one's gonna find it."
"You did."
She looked at him, smirking, something untamed and wild in her eyes. "You seemed to enjoy watching me with that tape." She looked down at the bulge in his pants. "And what could they do if they found out? Fire me again? No one seems to care that I've been staying in your quarters."
As unsettled as he was by what she was proposing, he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to her, just like he hadn't said no to Carolanne when she wanted to try this.
"Looks like maybe you're interested." She grinned and slid a finger firmly up his inner thigh, feather light over the length of his cock.
He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue pushing roughly through her lips, the same way he wanted to take her now. He started pushing her down onto the rack, but she twisted out of his embrace.
"Not in the rack, Bill. Not this time."
He was well past the thinking stage, and he pleaded silently with her, his mind trying to catch up and figure out how to give her what she wanted. "Where then?"
"In the head."
He thought he understood now. She wanted to clean up in the shower. He could do shower sex. Something simple and sexy.
Laura slid off the rack and stood up, her silky white slip settling mid-thigh. She leaned over to get her shoes, and her slip slid farther up. She stumbled and had to catch her balance on the chair where she'd laid the rest of her clothing before she slipped each foot into a black shoe and stood before him, still flushed.
"I'll get things set up," she told him, then grabbed the camera off the bed and started moving toward the head. He still didn't believe she was actually going to do this.
She turned back, looking him up and down. "You coming … Admiral?"
"Oh, yeah."
It was only a few steps, but he watched her hips sway as she walked in the heels, so godsdamned sexy. He stood up and followed her somewhat awkwardly, unbuttoning his jacket at the same time.
Laura turned again when she reached the head. "Leave it on. There's something particularly kinky about the military in bed with the president."
It had been so long since he'd heard that low, sultry tone, but it was a strange thing for her to say-she'd always kept their roles out of their bed. "Whatever you say, Madame President," he replied, playing along. He kept the jacket on, but let it fall open.
"It'll look good on the tape."
Bill gulped.
Laura set the camera on the cabinet behind the sink and he set his hands on her hips and tried to kiss her. "Wait just a minute there. I need to get it at the right angle."
Bill watched her impatiently and started nervously arranging their water cups and toothbrushes around the sink.
He cleared his throat. "Are we really going to do this?"
"We are doing it, Bill. Come 'ere." She picked the camera up and hit rewind and play, showing him the screen and letting him hear his voice, tinny through the cheap speaker: "Are we really going to do this."
Gods, she really is serious.
***
Bill took a deep breath as Laura started undoing his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down and freeing him.
"My gods, look at you." She grasped his cock for a moment and then turned toward the mirror.
He could see both of them reflected-a look of delighted anticipation on her face. He wasn't sure how to describe his own, especially when he noticed the red light from the camera reflected above their heads in the mirror, recording every action.
Laura took his hands and placed them on her hips, then pushed her ass toward his cock. She was so slick and wet as he sank into her, and her slip slid against his cock as he moved slowly in and out of her.
"You feel good, so good, Laura."
"Watch me," Laura said as she slowly pulled at her slip, exposing her back to him as she brought the fabric up, keeping her arms above her head and letting the slip drop. She was completely naked, except for the heels, exposing herself to him in a way she hadn't for so long. He kissed the scars along her back, but remained quiet.
He kept pushing harder, trying to get deeper, watching her face, seeing his own. Her eyes looked glassy in the mirror, sexy, already satisfied.
"Gods, you're so frakking hot," he said, thrusting hard, watching her breasts in the mirror as they swayed with each motion.
She reached up and cupped them for him, running her thumbs across her nipples, then braced her arms on the small counter. "Harder, Bill," she said, closing her eyes and moaning louder as he did what she wanted.
He groaned with each thrust, lifting her out of her heels and pressing her hips against the counter. He'd only thought about how sexy she was in the heels, but they gave her enough extra height to make this easier on his knees.
Laura leaned away from the mirror, back into him, and he held her tight around her naked waist; he was sure the wool of his jacket was rough against her skin, sure she didn't care right now. He pressed his chest against her back, and brought a hand around, touching her clit as he thrust shallowly into her.
It was so different being able to watch her face in the mirror as he frakked her, watch his own hands against her pale skin, his fingers playing with her clit.
"Open your eyes, Laura. See what I see."
She gasped, getting louder as she looked at herself, watched him watching her.
"Touch yourself for me."
He moved his hand up to her breast and groaned as she slowly trailed her fingers from her nipple down her stomach to her clit, reaching lower to touch his cock where they were joined. He slowly moved in and out of her. She matched his rhythm with her fingers over her clit.
"Gods, I had no idea, no idea it would be this good." Laura took her fingers off her clit and put them into his mouth. "Taste me."
He watched himself suck at her fingers until she took them out of his mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
"You like this? Like being watched?"
Her eyes met his in the mirror, the red camera light shining just above them. "Gods, yes."
"I'll watch this when you're back on Colonial One."
"I want to watch it with you."
He pictured them in his rack, Laura naked on her hands and knees as he frakked her from behind and they both watched themselves on the little screen.
Gods.
He grasped her hips, and pushed his cock as deep into her as he could, holding her hard against the counter with his body, his legs shaking with the exertion.
She lifted his hand from her hip up into her hair, and he massaged her scalp, her hair falling lush and soft over his hand as she moaned incoherently now with each thrust.
"I love hearing you again," he whispered as he kissed her neck.
She'd been so free with him on New Caprica, both of them finally able to catch a break, sometimes getting lightly stoned. Their few times together since then had been restrained, quiet-each hiding scars and guilt.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight, and put his hand over hers, rubbing hard circles together; her cries and his grunts twisted together and he jerked into her as she came, her entire body shuddering in his arms.
"Frak me, you're so hot, so frakking hot!" He pulled her hips to his, slamming into her, and came hard right after her, harder than he had in a long time.
He let her go and tried to catch his breath; his tags and their chain had left a red imprint on her back and he traced the pattern on her sweat-soaked skin. She looked up at his reflection, still panting, and they smiled at each other in the mirror-the smiles of satisfied lovers.
"That was good, so good." He turned her around and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair, already thinking about what he wanted to do with her later.
"Mmm. Amazing."
Bill was still half-dressed, hot and sweaty in his uniform, and he grabbed the half-full cup of water from beside the sink. He took a long swig, then immediately spat the bitter liquid out. Laura's eyes went wide.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, wondering what kind of healthy concoction she was trying out this time.
"Tea," Laura said quietly as she braced her hands on the counter and leaned forward, looking away from him.
"Tea? What kind of tea?" The slight sense of uneasiness he'd been pushing aside since he walked in on her was coming back. He rinsed the cup out and filled it with water.
Laura looked up at him in the mirror, and he could see his own scowl along with the sudden pleading in her eyes. She looked away, then looked straight into his eyes. "Chamalla."
He pressed himself against her naked body. "Why are you taking chamalla?" He growled the question into her ear as he watched her, knowing the answer in spite of the foggy lethargy trying to overtake his brain after such a hard and hot frak.
"I am taking chamalla again because my cancer has returned," she replied, the words sounding clipped and rehearsed. She let her head drop and he couldn't see her face in the mirror anymore.
"Is that what this is all about?" he asked, waving his hand at the camera, the mirror, suddenly noticing the red light and realizing that they were still being recorded. He scowled as he reached over and turned the camera off, then pulled up his pants and zipped them while he waited for her answer.
"Yes. I wanted you to have something, the way you have the tape to remember her … Carolanne." She pulled his hand up and held it to her hair, her finger toying absently with his wedding ring. "I wanted you to have something to remember me with, before it's all gone. Before I'm gone."
"Cottle's got drugs-"
"Yes. Diloxin. It's as likely to kill me as cure me."
"What about-?"
"Hera?" She simply looked at him, dismissing the possibility.
"How long have you known?"
"Bill, I'm tired," she answered, evading his question. "This wasn't how I'd planned to tell you."
He slammed his glass down on the counter. "No, I wouldn't think the private and controlled Laura Roslin would tell her sometime lover she has cancer after frakking him in front of a camera!"
Laura looked down, giving him no fight, and it suddenly hit him what an ass he was being. He'd frakked her hot and heavy in front of a camera because he'd wanted to, and yet here he was, yelling at a woman with cancer. Yelling at a woman who'd just frakked him while stoned out of her mind on chamalla, probably having visions of gods knew what.
Frak.
He tried to put his arms around her, but she shrugged him off and leaned down to pick her slip up off the floor, bringing it up in front of herself like a shield. Bill grasped her shaking hands and helped her put the slip back on, smoothing the fabric over her damp skin.
"You're going to fight this," he said, looking into her eyes. "You can beat this again."
She looked at him, pressed her lips into a thin line, and nodded. He knew that expression-she'd tell him what he wanted to hear, but she was already pulling away from him again, her godsdamned chamalla high wearing off. Bill could tell she was holding back tears.
He followed her as she walked out of the head and grabbed her clothes, tugging them on. "I need to get back to Colonial One," she said, with a please-don't-try-to-stop-me look in her eyes. He watched helplessly as she walked out, stepping over the raised entrance, uncharacteristically disheveled. The hatch clanged shut.
Bill took his jacket off, then went back into the head and grabbed the camera. What she'd given him was beautiful. Raw. Private.
It was a gift.
Yet he knew she'd never have been that exposed without the chamalla.
His hands shook as he poured himself a drink, and he took a swig, hoping it would settle him.
He turned camera on and rewound it to the beginning, hearing his own “Are we really going to do this” once again when the tape automatically started.
Every moment would always be seared into his mind-the looks, the touches, the way they’d sounded together.
He hit the delete button and erased the file.
Chamalla. Cancer.
He poured another drink and let her news sink in.