FIC: Afterglow (1/2)
Rating: M (Adult imagery and language)
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Tigh still can’t quite grasp the complexities of Laura and Bill’s relationship; neither can Bill on this night.
Setting: Post-Taking a Break from All Your Worries
Series: Love in a Time of War: 12
Chapter One:
Tigh opened his hatch to admit Adama. Quizzical, he watched his friend wander past him. “Wha’re you doin’ here?” he asked, waving his glass around as an offer.
“Keep it a short one,” said Bill, flopping onto the narrow loveseat.
Tigh shrugged, but followed his order. Handing Bill the glass, he said, “She kick you out?”
Bill shook his head. “She was tired, after everything that happened with Baltar--“
“I bet,” Saul said, pushing his cheek out with his tongue, his eye glinting.
Bill didn’t seem to hear him, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. “I told her to lie down on my rack...and then I thought I better leave. She was looking too beautiful.”
Tigh stood before his friend, shoving his fingers inside his waistband. “Again, what the frak are you doing here then?”
“It’s...it’s not like that. Anymore.” Bill drank half the glass’s contents.
Saul said, “What? What the frak is with you two?”
“We’ve agreed that it’s for the best--“
“Oh Gods,” his friend roared. “You had a hot woman, her pussy still humming from watching you break that son of a bitch down, lying right there on your rack, and now you’re here, giving me shit about agreements?”
Bill’s mouth pursed. “Shut the frak up with that trashy talk--“
Saul parroted along with him, “She’s not like that--“
He finished up, “I said it before, Bill, you got too much respect for that woman. Trust me, I saw her in action with Baltar, and she’s got some pent up heat. Just needs you to ease the lid off--“
Bill, eyes downcast, watched the booze swirl in his glass as he carefully rocked the glass. “Shut up, Saul,” he said, sounding exhausted.
Saul didn’t listen, circling the tight room. He’d never seen Bill’s attraction to Laura Roslin before. Probably helped that he needed to get laid himself in the worse way, but he finally saw that her still waters boiled like any other woman’s. And now his friend was in full nobility and guilt mode, tossing her aside for the good of all.
He yanked the stopper off his bottle. Did the frakker understand they only had so much time left? That they could be separated in a heartbeat?
“I can’t frakkin’ believe you meant her too, that night at the dance,” said Saul bitterly.
Bill sipped his drink slowly as Saul gulped his down. He said, “When it came down to it, the rules applied to Ellen too, didn’t they?”
Saul dropped into a chair. “Frak you, Bill.”
Bill shrugged, drank the last drop of his glass and rose.
Saul watched him refill his glass. “So are we getting up some false courage?”
Bill returned to the couch. “To do what?”
“We gonna go throw that frakker out the airlock?”
“She doesn’t want it. She wants him to have his trial.”
“Frak that,” spit out Saul. “I missed my chance to kill him once; I won’t again.”
“She doesn’t want it,” Bill repeated.
“Yes she does. Trust me, old friend. She wants it bad,” Saul said, slobbering a bit, and having to suck the drool back off his lower lip. “Like any woman, she’s saying no when she means yes--“ Bill raised his eyebrows at Saul’s words, but his friend went on unheeding. “We do it tonight, and what’s she gonna do? She’s gonna suck your dick for it, that’s what.”
“Saul, you need to back off,” Bill said, his voice dangerously mild.
Tigh flapped his bony hand at Bill, avoiding his friend’s hard gaze. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
Silence fell over the room but the sound of liquid going down their throats.
“‘cause you respect her so much, I’m gonna assume you won’t kiss and tell--“ Bill rolled his eyes. “So just nod if I get somethin’ right.”
“Saul--“
“It’s over; that’s what you’re saying. Now it’s time to pick over the carcass.”
Bill just shook his head.
Tigh said, “Okay, I say that she likes to be on top, and she likes getting oral, but you need a requisition order in triplicate to get some of it back. Right?”
Bill drained his glass. “I should be going.”
“Hah!” Saul cried out, his bleary eye barely able to make out Bill. “I hit too close to home.”
Bill put the glass down on the table and laid a hand on Tigh’s shoulder. “You got one right and one wrong. That’ll give you something to stew over tonight.”
As the hatch clanked closed, Tigh furiously worked over the options. He would swear she liked to be on top, but that would mean she enjoyed giving head. He could suddenly see it pretty damn easily--being horny beyond belief gave him full color, digital imagery, her hair vivid as fall leaves, her lips the color of blood wrapped around his boner. It wasn’t Adama getting it, it was him, of course, which made it even dirtier for some reason.
With a shaking hand, he topped off his glass. But she would demand to be eaten out, that sort of pushy woman always did--Lords know Ellen had constantly been shoving his head between her legs...but he sure as hell couldn’t see Laura Roslin remaining meek on her back with her eyes squeezed shut. How could she give orders from that position?
He swished the burning hooch around in his mouth as though trying to clean it out. Maybe he should just do them both a favor and go kill Baltar right now. He’d enjoy squeezing that frakker’s neck until his stitches popped open and his blood gushed all over the floor.
There was another prisoner, though, with information as well. Pushing back from his table, making the bottle and glasses clang together anxiously, he rose. That toaster had been Baltar’s whore on New Caprica; she had to know something. He’d go watch the skinjob bitch from the observation booth for a while, see if he could learn anything more about the Cylons. He liked to watch...
The end Chapter Two >>>
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Tigh still can’t quite grasp the complexities of Laura and Bill’s relationship; neither can Bill on this night.
Setting: Post-Taking a Break from All Your Worries
Series: Love in a Time of War: 12
Chapter One:
Tigh opened his hatch to admit Adama. Quizzical, he watched his friend wander past him. “Wha’re you doin’ here?” he asked, waving his glass around as an offer.
“Keep it a short one,” said Bill, flopping onto the narrow loveseat.
Tigh shrugged, but followed his order. Handing Bill the glass, he said, “She kick you out?”
Bill shook his head. “She was tired, after everything that happened with Baltar--“
“I bet,” Saul said, pushing his cheek out with his tongue, his eye glinting.
Bill didn’t seem to hear him, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. “I told her to lie down on my rack...and then I thought I better leave. She was looking too beautiful.”
Tigh stood before his friend, shoving his fingers inside his waistband. “Again, what the frak are you doing here then?”
“It’s...it’s not like that. Anymore.” Bill drank half the glass’s contents.
Saul said, “What? What the frak is with you two?”
“We’ve agreed that it’s for the best--“
“Oh Gods,” his friend roared. “You had a hot woman, her pussy still humming from watching you break that son of a bitch down, lying right there on your rack, and now you’re here, giving me shit about agreements?”
Bill’s mouth pursed. “Shut the frak up with that trashy talk--“
Saul parroted along with him, “She’s not like that--“
He finished up, “I said it before, Bill, you got too much respect for that woman. Trust me, I saw her in action with Baltar, and she’s got some pent up heat. Just needs you to ease the lid off--“
Bill, eyes downcast, watched the booze swirl in his glass as he carefully rocked the glass. “Shut up, Saul,” he said, sounding exhausted.
Saul didn’t listen, circling the tight room. He’d never seen Bill’s attraction to Laura Roslin before. Probably helped that he needed to get laid himself in the worse way, but he finally saw that her still waters boiled like any other woman’s. And now his friend was in full nobility and guilt mode, tossing her aside for the good of all.
He yanked the stopper off his bottle. Did the frakker understand they only had so much time left? That they could be separated in a heartbeat?
“I can’t frakkin’ believe you meant her too, that night at the dance,” said Saul bitterly.
Bill sipped his drink slowly as Saul gulped his down. He said, “When it came down to it, the rules applied to Ellen too, didn’t they?”
Saul dropped into a chair. “Frak you, Bill.”
Bill shrugged, drank the last drop of his glass and rose.
Saul watched him refill his glass. “So are we getting up some false courage?”
Bill returned to the couch. “To do what?”
“We gonna go throw that frakker out the airlock?”
“She doesn’t want it. She wants him to have his trial.”
“Frak that,” spit out Saul. “I missed my chance to kill him once; I won’t again.”
“She doesn’t want it,” Bill repeated.
“Yes she does. Trust me, old friend. She wants it bad,” Saul said, slobbering a bit, and having to suck the drool back off his lower lip. “Like any woman, she’s saying no when she means yes--“ Bill raised his eyebrows at Saul’s words, but his friend went on unheeding. “We do it tonight, and what’s she gonna do? She’s gonna suck your dick for it, that’s what.”
“Saul, you need to back off,” Bill said, his voice dangerously mild.
Tigh flapped his bony hand at Bill, avoiding his friend’s hard gaze. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
Silence fell over the room but the sound of liquid going down their throats.
“‘cause you respect her so much, I’m gonna assume you won’t kiss and tell--“ Bill rolled his eyes. “So just nod if I get somethin’ right.”
“Saul--“
“It’s over; that’s what you’re saying. Now it’s time to pick over the carcass.”
Bill just shook his head.
Tigh said, “Okay, I say that she likes to be on top, and she likes getting oral, but you need a requisition order in triplicate to get some of it back. Right?”
Bill drained his glass. “I should be going.”
“Hah!” Saul cried out, his bleary eye barely able to make out Bill. “I hit too close to home.”
Bill put the glass down on the table and laid a hand on Tigh’s shoulder. “You got one right and one wrong. That’ll give you something to stew over tonight.”
As the hatch clanked closed, Tigh furiously worked over the options. He would swear she liked to be on top, but that would mean she enjoyed giving head. He could suddenly see it pretty damn easily--being horny beyond belief gave him full color, digital imagery, her hair vivid as fall leaves, her lips the color of blood wrapped around his boner. It wasn’t Adama getting it, it was him, of course, which made it even dirtier for some reason.
With a shaking hand, he topped off his glass. But she would demand to be eaten out, that sort of pushy woman always did--Lords know Ellen had constantly been shoving his head between her legs...but he sure as hell couldn’t see Laura Roslin remaining meek on her back with her eyes squeezed shut. How could she give orders from that position?
He swished the burning hooch around in his mouth as though trying to clean it out. Maybe he should just do them both a favor and go kill Baltar right now. He’d enjoy squeezing that frakker’s neck until his stitches popped open and his blood gushed all over the floor.
There was another prisoner, though, with information as well. Pushing back from his table, making the bottle and glasses clang together anxiously, he rose. That toaster had been Baltar’s whore on New Caprica; she had to know something. He’d go watch the skinjob bitch from the observation booth for a while, see if he could learn anything more about the Cylons. He liked to watch...
The end Chapter Two >>>