Fic: Tauron Treat
Title: Tauron Treat
Rating: MA
Word count: 900
A/N: Just a piece of smutty smut for the bsg-epics Ship War. It was too long to post in a comment over there, so I'm posting it here to my journal. No beta, PWP, read at your own risk. :) Follows Tauron Tykes.
Bill quietly crept into their bedroom, grinning. Laura looked up from her book.
“They’re finally asleep,” he said, paternally proud in having accomplished the impossible.
“Thank the gods.” It had been a long, napless day, and the twins had fussed all through dinner and bathtime. Bill had picked up on her exhaustion, volunteering to rock them both to sleep so that she could take a bath and read.
She marked her page and set the book down on the nightstand, turning on her side to face to Bill as he lowered himself onto the bed.
“Feeling more relaxed?” He didn’t wait for her answer as he kissed his way from her stomach up to her breasts, laving his way around their heavy fullness, up to her neck and finally her lips once more. She could feel his hard length against her leg, insistent yet tentative as he held himself up to avoid crushing her.
“Bill, it’s fine,” she murmured, pulling at his hips so he was centered over her. She took him in hand and rubbed his cock against her folds a few times, giving off some moisture to work him with her hand. “Oh gods, yes.” She drew her nails down his back and arched up into him as his fingers found the warm, slick flesh between her legs and stroked her with a practiced touch, one she never took for granted. He could push her buttons as if she were his Viper cockpit control panel. Her lips sought the inked skin behind his ear and he shuddered at feeling her hot breath.
“I wanna...hmm,” he said inarticulately, leaving his fingers pressed against her heated skin while he shifted himself down the bed so he could seek her clit with his tongue. He pushed her legs open wider and took his time, tasting her as she writhed beneath him. One finger and then a second teased her opening, just barely breaching her, making her moan.
“Shhh,” he warned against her flesh, not lifting his head or moving his fingers from their station. He circled her clit several times, then swept his tongue back and forth over it. Laura gasped -- quietly -- and threaded her fingers through his hair, her hips urging him on.
“Bill, I need you,” she whispered. “Come up here.”
He was only too happy to comply, trailing his lips back up and over her body as he straddled her.
“No,” she said, pushing lightly at his chest. “On your back.”
He rolled over to his side of the bed, pleased; while he was generally game for any sexual position, having Laura on top was a hell of a lot easier on his bad knee.
She bent down and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head first before sliding her lips down his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him for added pressure, then cupped his balls and sucked hard, alternating with long pumps. He was hard, so incredibly hard, his balls tightening too soon. “Frak me,” he sighed.
Laura giggled and lifted her head to look at him. “That better be where this is going, hmm?”
“Now,” he said, more plaintive than commanding.
She sat up and brought her legs on either side of his hips, rubbing her wet pussy against his hard length. “Frak, yeah,” he exhaled as she centered herself over him and sank down.
“Gods, Bill, you feel so damn good,” she said, leaning back and moving against him slowly. He reached down and sought her clit with his fingers, brushing his fingertips against the hard nub. That fired up her thrusters, quickening her pace.
“More,” she demanded, intent on her mission. He pushed her hips up into her, filling her, and she leaned back down against his chest so she could kiss him as she ground herself against his hand, still caught between their bodies.
He drew her lower lip between his teeth and nipped, causing her to withdraw and seek retribution against his earlobe, neck and chest. He pumped his hips harder, in counterpoint to her own movements, and reached for her breasts, filling his hands with them and pinching her swollen nipples.
“Careful,” she panted in warning. “Don’t want to end up--”
“Ahhh!”
“--Milky,” she finished, bucking against him a few more times before following him beyond the red line. She let him suckle briefly, enjoying the additional relief it brought, before collapsing beside him and nestling against his side. “Oh gods.”
Bill drifted off into a light slumber beside her. His warmth negated any need to pull blankets up over them, and Laura felt at peace, sated and content. In the postcoital quiet, she could hear the gentle breeze outside their window competing with Bill's soft snoring. Eventually came the soft babbling of the twins in the next room as they awoke from their nap. Laura smiled. They seemed to talk so much more to each other than when she or Bill was around; it made her wonder what they were saying to one another.
The babbling stopped for a moment, and Laura thought maybe they’d fallen back asleep -- unrealistic, perhaps-- when Phin’s distinctive wail pierced through the calm.
Bill sat up, suddenly alert as he must have been as a young pilot always on call, and pulled on his shorts. Turning to her and finding her awake, green eyes wide open, he bent down and brushed her hair back from her face, whispering, “I’ll go get them.”
Next story: Tauron Scorpion
Rating: MA
Word count: 900
A/N: Just a piece of smutty smut for the bsg-epics Ship War. It was too long to post in a comment over there, so I'm posting it here to my journal. No beta, PWP, read at your own risk. :) Follows Tauron Tykes.
Bill quietly crept into their bedroom, grinning. Laura looked up from her book.
“They’re finally asleep,” he said, paternally proud in having accomplished the impossible.
“Thank the gods.” It had been a long, napless day, and the twins had fussed all through dinner and bathtime. Bill had picked up on her exhaustion, volunteering to rock them both to sleep so that she could take a bath and read.
She marked her page and set the book down on the nightstand, turning on her side to face to Bill as he lowered himself onto the bed.
“Feeling more relaxed?” He didn’t wait for her answer as he kissed his way from her stomach up to her breasts, laving his way around their heavy fullness, up to her neck and finally her lips once more. She could feel his hard length against her leg, insistent yet tentative as he held himself up to avoid crushing her.
“Bill, it’s fine,” she murmured, pulling at his hips so he was centered over her. She took him in hand and rubbed his cock against her folds a few times, giving off some moisture to work him with her hand. “Oh gods, yes.” She drew her nails down his back and arched up into him as his fingers found the warm, slick flesh between her legs and stroked her with a practiced touch, one she never took for granted. He could push her buttons as if she were his Viper cockpit control panel. Her lips sought the inked skin behind his ear and he shuddered at feeling her hot breath.
“I wanna...hmm,” he said inarticulately, leaving his fingers pressed against her heated skin while he shifted himself down the bed so he could seek her clit with his tongue. He pushed her legs open wider and took his time, tasting her as she writhed beneath him. One finger and then a second teased her opening, just barely breaching her, making her moan.
“Shhh,” he warned against her flesh, not lifting his head or moving his fingers from their station. He circled her clit several times, then swept his tongue back and forth over it. Laura gasped -- quietly -- and threaded her fingers through his hair, her hips urging him on.
“Bill, I need you,” she whispered. “Come up here.”
He was only too happy to comply, trailing his lips back up and over her body as he straddled her.
“No,” she said, pushing lightly at his chest. “On your back.”
He rolled over to his side of the bed, pleased; while he was generally game for any sexual position, having Laura on top was a hell of a lot easier on his bad knee.
She bent down and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head first before sliding her lips down his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him for added pressure, then cupped his balls and sucked hard, alternating with long pumps. He was hard, so incredibly hard, his balls tightening too soon. “Frak me,” he sighed.
Laura giggled and lifted her head to look at him. “That better be where this is going, hmm?”
“Now,” he said, more plaintive than commanding.
She sat up and brought her legs on either side of his hips, rubbing her wet pussy against his hard length. “Frak, yeah,” he exhaled as she centered herself over him and sank down.
“Gods, Bill, you feel so damn good,” she said, leaning back and moving against him slowly. He reached down and sought her clit with his fingers, brushing his fingertips against the hard nub. That fired up her thrusters, quickening her pace.
“More,” she demanded, intent on her mission. He pushed her hips up into her, filling her, and she leaned back down against his chest so she could kiss him as she ground herself against his hand, still caught between their bodies.
He drew her lower lip between his teeth and nipped, causing her to withdraw and seek retribution against his earlobe, neck and chest. He pumped his hips harder, in counterpoint to her own movements, and reached for her breasts, filling his hands with them and pinching her swollen nipples.
“Careful,” she panted in warning. “Don’t want to end up--”
“Ahhh!”
“--Milky,” she finished, bucking against him a few more times before following him beyond the red line. She let him suckle briefly, enjoying the additional relief it brought, before collapsing beside him and nestling against his side. “Oh gods.”
Bill drifted off into a light slumber beside her. His warmth negated any need to pull blankets up over them, and Laura felt at peace, sated and content. In the postcoital quiet, she could hear the gentle breeze outside their window competing with Bill's soft snoring. Eventually came the soft babbling of the twins in the next room as they awoke from their nap. Laura smiled. They seemed to talk so much more to each other than when she or Bill was around; it made her wonder what they were saying to one another.
The babbling stopped for a moment, and Laura thought maybe they’d fallen back asleep -- unrealistic, perhaps-- when Phin’s distinctive wail pierced through the calm.
Bill sat up, suddenly alert as he must have been as a young pilot always on call, and pulled on his shorts. Turning to her and finding her awake, green eyes wide open, he bent down and brushed her hair back from her face, whispering, “I’ll go get them.”
Next story: Tauron Scorpion