Friday Night Fun Post
Hot and Cold
As I fill in for our traveling mods, the thing on my mind most this week is that it's hot. At least where I am, it is. And the best thing for heat is to cool off ( Read more... )
As I fill in for our traveling mods, the thing on my mind most this week is that it's hot. At least where I am, it is. And the best thing for heat is to cool off ( Read more... )
“This reminds me of high school,” Laura said, covering her grin with the edge of a blanket.
“You were one of those, weren’t you, Roslin?” Saul smirked as he passed his flask under the blanket to her waiting hand. Bill raised a cautionary eyebrow as he shot a look at Saul over the top of Laura’s head.
“Care to explain that, Colonel?” He fumbled under the blanket, feeling for the flask and finding Laura’s wool-covered thigh instead. Her giggle was music to his ears as she shifted to sip from the flask.
“Oh, c’mon, Bill, you know what I’m talking about…the girls who wrapped up in a blanket with some guy as soon as the sun went down.” Saul leaned drunkenly into Laura’s side as he put an arm around her shoulder. “Not that there’s a frakking thing wrong with that. Right, Laura?”
“Right!” Her tipsy shout was lost in the roar of the crowds as Team Galactica dunked the ball in the Pyramid goal. Her hoisting the silver flask in a toast to the former XO, however, was more obvious, and Bill grabbed it out of her hand.
“I brought this down to keep us warm without scorching our throats with rotgut, not to share with the crowd.” He slipped the flask into his coat pocket and pulled the oversized plaid blanket more snugly around him. Laura was warm and fluid, pressing into his side and doing some kind of movement against him with her hips and breasts that had kept him hard for the past half-hour. Her breathy “don’t hold out on me, Admiral” in his ear made him stiffen a little more and he felt her hand run across his waist, hunting for his pocket.
And then he felt another hand, not like Laura’s at all, brush against his thigh. He turned and saw Saul practically wrapped around Laura, the exact positioning hidden by the blanket. He sketched it out mentally: if Saul’s hand was on Bill’s thigh, his arm would be….
“Hey, Saul, how about giving her some space?”
Saul took his eyes off the game and seemed to notice for the first time he was practically locked in a warm embrace with the former President…except for the hand that still was touching a masculine thigh.
“Oh, please…I’m finally getting warm, Bill.” She did something with the blanket that seemed to pull all three of them closer together. The drink must have gone to his head quicker than he thought, he mused, as he handed the flask over to Saul and found his hand gravitating to Laura’s left breast.
“Not as warm as I was last night, though,” she whispered into his ear. Bill closed his eyes and let the memory of the previous night wash over him, almost duplicating her satisfied hum. She kissed along his jaw, finishing with a nuzzle against his neck. Bill relaxed against the hard wooden bleacher behind him and explored further under the blanket, the dark cold and the liquor making him pleasantly drowsy.
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“Laura, this probably isn’t a good-“ He broke off, frowning. As he opened his thighs a bit to give her more room, he reached for her other hand, thinking it might feel nice under his shirt, maybe stroking his nipple. But her hand wasn’t where he expected it to be….He ran his left hand down her arm, down to where her hand was already between a different pair of muscular thighs.
He ignored the cheering as one of the teams did something exciting on the chilly playing field.
“What the frak?” He tried to give both of them the Adama glare but she just giggled some more and Saul chortled as he turned his flushed face into her hair. As Bill fought for his mental equilibrium, he realized he had no idea of who was touching who under the blanket. At Laura’s whispered request, he fumbled for the flask again and unscrewed the top one-handed, bracing it against her leg. As he pulled the flask out from under the blanket and tipped it against her lips, he felt fingers reaching inside his shirt, and decided his nipples didn’t care much right now if the fingers were more callused than he expected.
Laura pulled her hand away from him, and as he saw his former XO’s face fall, he figured she’d done the same thing to Saul. Right, time to get some dignity back, he thought, act like adults (although he had to admit he hadn’t noticed the cold for the past little while). He avoided Saul’s gaze and tried to tell himself Saul was just trying to keep the wind out of his eyes by nestling his face against Laura’s neck.
A sharp pinch to his right nipple made him jump just as Laura did some kind of dip and wiggle under the blanket. Her grin was devilish as he felt something silky and a little bit moist being shoved into his hand.
“Take care of those for me, would you, Admiral? I don’t have many left.”
She closed her eyes and situated herself between the two men again, wool skirt inching its way up, from what Bill could feel. He ran his hand over Laura’s face, getting a quick nip and kiss before his fingers were touching Saul’s jaw.
“Looks like you were right, Saul.”
Saul bit his thumb lightly. “About what?”
“Looks like she was one of those girls.”
He groaned as a hand resituated itself between his thighs while a soft voice hummed in his ear, “Damn straight.”
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Ha Bill, trying to work things out. Just go with it man!
Tipsy flirty, one-of-those-girls Laura is awesome. Love that she and Saul are the ones to kick things off.
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Awesome!
This was so much fun!
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