Fic: We're Having A Heat Wave (Part 3 - The Smut)
It was liberating, though, lying here naked as a newborn babe. She had to admit that she did feel younger and happier than she had in a while. In fact, this was the happiest she’d been since the night of the groundbreaking ceremony, when she’d almost coaxed Bill out of his shell, not to mention herself out of her own. Maybe this afternoon of youthful stupidity would be just what she needed to kick start that aspect of her life again. Perhaps she simply needed to be reminded that she could still live well, for if she could screw up her courage just enough, she knew exactly who she planned on asking to help her do so.
After another few minutes of suffering the heat, Laura began to wonder if she had been stood up. She doubted, though, that either of the girls would have chickened out; Kara because she’d never miss an opportunity to have a mischievously good time; Tory because she’d be too terrified to disappoint her. They must simply be running late. And if that was the case, then she wasn’t waiting on them to get wet, or at least to put a toe in. She stood up and headed for the water. As she stuck her foot in, she got a shock. It was cold, really frakking cold. The skinny part of this afternoon’s festivities was clearly going to be a lot easier than the dipping. She bent down and scooped some water into her hands and splashed herself to cool down. She’d wait for the girls now to get all the way in.
As the water ran down her neck, cascaded over her chest, and then trailed through the valley between her breasts, she saw proof forming of its icy temperature, causing her to chuckle at what the girls would think when they got here. Well they’d be in the same boat soon enough. As she bent down again to splash herself once more, she was sure she heard a laugh carried on the breeze. She reddened at the thought that her bare ass sticking up in the wind was the first thing the girls had seen as they came off the path and through the brush, but when she stood and turned no one was there. Apparently it had just been the rustling of leaves in the wind. Relieved, she headed back toward her towel so that she could assume a more dignified pose for their arrival. They’d have enough fun at her expense when they saw the long-term effects of gravity on a woman’s body (a good preview and lesson for them), no need to add being the literal butt of their jokes to the list.
~ ~ ~
“You almost gave us away,” Tory whispered with a pained expression on her face. She really didn’t want to die today. “You are the one that’s supposed to be the soldier, remember.”
Kara giggled quietly and whispered back. “Sorry, couldn’t help it when I thought about what the expression on the Old Man’s face would have been if that had been what he saw first.” Tory was about to respond, when Kara motioned quickly for her to be quiet. Somebody was coming through the brush. “Shhh, he’s here,” she warned quietly.
~ ~ ~
Bill looked down as he picked his way through the scrub trees and brush that surrounded the pond. He wondered if Laura would be offended by his appearance. His uniform jacket was unbuttoned and open, revealing the unattractive effects of the heat, as he’d sweated almost completely through his tanks. He considered stopping to refasten his jacket, but realized that would probably make him look even more foolish, all buttoned up in the middle of a heat wave, so he decided to forge ahead and just show up as is, trusting that Laura was not the kind of woman to get too caught up in appearances. After all, she’d already been known to give an old weathered salt like him the time of day, now he just needed to take advantage. With that thought in mind, he hoped Sam would be running very late. In fact, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if Sam and the girls never showed up at all. He relished the idea of having Laura all to himself this afternoon. As it was, he never saw nearly enough of her to satisfy.
He stepped into the clearing and saw her directly ahead, walking toward him. The first thing he noticed was the way the sun flashed off her auburn hair, causing the locks fluttering in the breeze to look like dancing flames. That may have been the first thing he noticed, and though the sight of that shimmering mane framing her beautiful face took his breath away, it did not hold his attention for long. For what could not escape his immediate attention, and what left him now utterly breathless, was the fact that Laura Roslin was stark naked and still headed in his direction. Well she had been, that is, until she looked up and saw him dead ahead.
Laura glanced up from the ground, which she had been scanning to avoid stepping on rocks and pebbles in her bare feet, when she heard footsteps and rustling in the brush. About time they arrived. She looked up, prepared to deliver a teasing, professorial lecture on punctuality, and froze in shock, for she was staring right into the eyes of Bill Adama, who now stood about ten paces directly ahead, staring back.
After several long moments of silence, completely attributable on her part to an absence of coherent thought, it occurred to her to speak. “Bill,” was the best she could do under the circumstances.
“Laura,” he replied succinctly, likewise suffering the ill effects of a total loss of the ability to engage in complex reasoning.
She looked back at him desperately, eyes widening suddenly at the realization that she should cover up, but how? She shuffled awkwardly on her feet, glancing forward and backward. To get to her clothes, which were about two paces to his right, she’d have to walk right toward him and give him quite the show. The other option was the pond, but it was frakking cold, and she didn’t fancy offering him a view of her backside as she ran like a prudish coward for the drink. She certainly didn’t want to send that message about herself because, first off, she wasn’t a prude and second, and more importantly, she wasn’t going to give Bill Adama that much power over her. He had enough already.
As her eyes widened, so did his. “Oh frak!” He didn’t mean for that to come out of his mouth, but he couldn’t quite help himself at the moment, as the realization crashed down on him that he was currently staring slack-jawed at a naked woman, the finest godsdamn naked woman he’d ever seen in real life by the way, and had not even bothered to avert his eyes.
“Laura, I’m so sorry,” he sputtered in embarrassment, as he briefly shuffled on his own feet in similar indecision, before quickly turning around to face the other direction. He could not believe his reaction had been so decidedly unsmooth. Had he not had this exact fantasy enough times in his life to be doing a better job with the flirtatious improvisation? What ever happened to immediately ripping off his own clothes, strolling right by the naked beauty and into the water, and then asking her if she fancied a swim? That had been the plan since he’d been thirteen frakking years old! If he didn’t drop dead of a heart attack in the next five minutes, which was a distinct possibility given that he’d just seen Laura Roslin naked and she was even more amazingly gorgeous than he’d ever imagined, he’d probably kill himself for such a catastrophic failure of manhood. If it was possible to sweat anymore in this heat, he was doing so.
~ ~ ~
Kara pounded her first several times into Tory’s thigh, as they knelt next to each other behind a bush, trying to stifle both their laughs. “This is so classic,” she whispered.
“I know, but I’m not sure it’s worth dying for,” Tory whispered back.
~ ~ ~
“Bill, what are you doing here?” Laura asked as she began to regain full cognitive function.
“Ah, Kara, um, invited me to join you all for the picnic,” he explained, while trying to get his heart rate under control. He felt like an ass standing here with his back turned to her, stuttering like a teenage boy that had just seen his first pair of breasts.
“See, I brought food,” he added earnestly after a moment, lifting the bag he’d been carrying off his shoulder and holding it out and away from his body for her to see. Now he felt like an even bigger ass, realizing that he must look to her like the victim of a hold-up.
~ ~ ~
“Okay, now it’s worth dying for,” Tory giggled softly, as Kara bit her lip and smacked her fist into Tory’s thigh again trying to keep herself under control.
~ ~ ~
Laura began to laugh. “Oh Bill, I think we’ve been set up.”
“What?” he asked, now dropping the rucksack to the ground and returning his arm to his side so that he’d stop looking as foolish as he currently felt.
“Kara and Tory dared me last night to come here and go skinny dipping with them this afternoon,” she explained.
“Well why didn’t they warn me about that when I saw them just now?” he asked. As he heard Laura giggling behind him, he blushed furiously, so much for not looking foolish. “Oh, right … but why would they want to embarrass us this way?”
~ ~ ~
As she watched Laura’s lips curl up into an extremely amused grin from a distance, Kara dropped her forehead into her palm. “You’re killing me here Old Man,” she whispered as she shook her head.
“You know I always thought the Admiral was a little swifter than this,” Tory admitted.
“So did I, Foster, so did I,” Kara responded with a sigh.
~ ~ ~
Laura suddenly felt fully in control, embarrassment having given way to amusement and even a bit of arousal. She was going to kick the shit out of the girls when she got her hands on them, but after that she was going to give them each a frakking medal of honor for their brilliance. They’d served Bill up to her on a godsdamned platter. Now she planned on helping herself.
“Bill, I don’t think embarrassment was really their goal,” she suggested in her huskiest tone, hoping he’d not only finally buy a clue, but also act on it.
“Oh?” But if not embarrassment, he wondered, then what? “Oh!” He was going to kill Starbuck, right after he kissed her. But for now he needed to figure out how to recover his dignity and take advantage of the naked goddess that was standing right behind him and starting to sound awfully willing. And why not? She wasn’t the president anymore. Nothing was stopping them at this point - except for his stupidity, which he planned now to address by asking for a little special tutoring from the teacher. Before he could make his application, however, she spoke again.
“Well, I came here to go skinny dipping and that is what I’m going to do. You are welcome to join me if you’d like, or you can head on back to the settlement and kill Kara and Tory. I’m fine with either option.”
He laughed at her words. “Both sound fun,” he answered, “but I definitely know which option I prefer.”
“Bill,” she interrupted.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“Turn around.”
Never one to ignore a direct order, he took a deep breath and smiled as he turned to face her. She stood there smiling back at him, unashamed, not even flinching as his hungry eyes worked their way up and down her body. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
“For being so beautiful.”
~ ~ ~
“Aww,” Tory murmured quietly.
“That’s the spirit, Old Man,” Kara whispered, as she grinned at the slightly stunned but deeply touched expression she could see on Laura’s face.
~ ~ ~
“Last one in is a rotten egg,” Laura announced, as the gentle smile that had bloomed on her lips at his sweet words turned mischievous.
Bill smiled back, watching her as she slowly looked him up and down before stopping and waggling her eyebrows at him and then turning and sprinting for the pond.
“Hey!” he yelled as he realized that he was still fully dressed and about to lose this race. He chased her, laughing as she screamed when she dove in.
“Oh my Gods,” she spluttered as she broke the surface.
“Cold?” he asked still laughing.
“Yes, but refreshing,” she answered as she floated on her back and eyed him hungrily. “Don’t be shy, Bill,” she teased.
“Okay,” he answered as he pulled off his jacket. Any concern he had over her seeing his aged body was easily overtaken by his desire to get close enough to her to touch her.
~ ~ ~
“Come on Starbuck let’s go, our work’s done here,” Tory suggested as she turned to her partner in crime.
“No, not until he kisses her,” Kara answered. “Sadly, I don’t trust the Old Man not to screw this up.”
“But I really don’t want to see the Admiral naked.”
“Then don’t look. Sheesh, I mean it is just skin, Foster, so grow up.”
“Yeah, old man skin,” Tory muttered, unable to help herself from looking back up. She was going to be so pissed at Starbuck if this gave her nightmares.
~ ~ ~
Bill quickly undressed, grinning at Laura as she paddled back and forth in front of him, never taking her eyes off him. “Enjoying the show?” he asked with a laugh.
“Very much,” she laughed back.
As he got down to his boxers, he quickly bit the inside of his cheek, focusing all his effort on maintaining his self-control. He guessed that she already knew well enough that he was excited, but he did not care to provide her with actual physical evidence of her suspicions. In order to make doubly sure that he did not embarrass himself in this moment, he rushed into the water, diving in headlong as soon as his boxers hit the ground.
“Frak that’s cold,” he shouted as he broke the surface. He definitely did not need to worry about the physical evidence anymore.
“See I told you,” she giggled as she swam toward him.
“Yeah, but I thought you were just being a wimp,” he replied, quickly getting a face full of water for his trouble. Well he certainly wasn’t going to let that stand.
~ ~ ~
Tory laughed as she watched the older couple splashing and shouting at each other in the pond. “They are kinda cute together, I’ve got to admit.”
Kara agreed, but she was not entirely satisfied. “Yeah, but the Old Man needs to hurry up and make his move, because I’m getting a cramp crouching down here.”
“I know what you mean,” Tory answered, “my leg fell asleep a minute ago. I can’t even move over here.”
~ ~ ~
Tired of looking but not touching, Bill ducked the jet of water headed toward his head and lunged forward and grabbed Laura around the middle as she attempted to run the other direction. He pulled her towards him easily, as she shrieked with laughter, and pressed his chest against her back, hooking his other arm around her waist also to hug her even closer to him. As she quieted in his arms and then pressed back against him, he leaned in and whispered richly into her ear, “got you.”
Laura felt a shiver run through her at his words. Now they were getting somewhere. She leaned to the side and turned back slightly in his arms to look at him. “About time,” she whispered back, looking deeply and suggestively into his eyes.
In response, he slowly ran one hand up along her side, still holding her tightly around the waist with the other. Never breaking eye contact, he lazily traced the lines of her throat until his hand reached her face, fingers cupping her cheek as he turned her closer to him and leaned in for a kiss.
The kiss was gentle at first, but soon turned urgent as Bill pushed his tongue into her mouth and she accepted him with a moan, which she matched with a push of her hips against him. They moaned together this time, as she felt him hard against her backside. She circled her hips to excite him further, and then she gasped as Bill dropped his hand from her cheek to her breast, kneading her flesh and then rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
~ ~ ~
“Mission accomplished,” Kara laughed as she watched the Admiral gather Laura in his arms and lean down to kiss her.
“I’ve got to hand it to you Starbuck. Your plan definitely got results,” Tory offered with a smile. But that smile quickly turned to horror as the girl watched her former boss begin to grind herself against the Admiral’s body.
Kara shared her distress. “Okay, that’s it. We gotta book it now before this gets any hotter and heavier, because that is something I definitely don’t need to see. I’m frakked up enough as it is.”
“Shit!” Tory yelped, as the former pilot pulled at her arm to go.
“What?” Kara hissed, motioning to her friend to keep her voice down.
“I told you before my leg’s asleep. I don’t think I can move,” Tory whispered desperately.
“Shit!” Kara agreed.
~ ~ ~
Desperate to kiss Laura more deeply, Bill turned her in his arms. He ran his hands up and down her back, as he looked at her staring back at him, her chest heaving with the labor of her heavy breathing. “You are so sexy,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her again, catching a flash of her smile with his eyes before closing them and capturing her lips once more. He crushed himself against her, as he pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth, thrilling all over again at the feel of it tangling against hers.
Their tongues battled until they tore themselves away to regain their breath. Bill took that opportunity to explore her neck, running his tongue all along it, laving up the drops of water that clung to it and reveling in the sounds she made at his touch, the little moans and hums driving him wild. She was without a doubt the most incredibly sensual woman he had ever encountered. He felt himself growing harder, his lust for her now well beyond what he had even imagined possible of himself at this point in his life.
Laura moaned again as she felt his tongue running across her throat, one of his hands now tracing senseless patterns over her breasts, while the other still gripped her back. She hadn’t quite known what to expect from him in this respect, he’d always seemed so reserved, but he had already exceeded her every expectation and they were just getting started. She felt as though she might come just from the thought of what Bill might do next. To test that theory, she reached down and grabbed his ass, pressing the length of him hard against her stomach.
He gasped her name in response, as he lifted his head from his station at the hollow of her throat. “I want you so badly,” he groaned, as he looked at her, his tone almost worshipful.
“Then take me,” she moaned back, so close to the edge that every nerve ending felt as if it were on fire. She wanted him, needed him, right frakking now.
Needing no further encouragement, he dropped his hands to her ass, cupping it and then lifting her against him, groaning again as he felt her legs reach up and tighten around him. “Laura,” he sighed as he dove at her mouth again.
~ ~ ~
“You gotta move Foster,” Kara begged, panic edging into her voice as she glanced over the bush and back toward the pond.
“I’m trying,” Tory cried, as she banged her fist against her calf trying to wake her leg so that she could move.
“Oh my Gods!”
“What?” Tory asked in simultaneous terror and curiosity as she peeked through the leaves of the bush trying to see what had Starbuck so panicked.
“He’s actually going to frak her. Right there. Right now.” What little color had remained in Kara’s face now drained away. “Oh Gods! Oh Gods! I’ll never be able to look the Old Man in the eyes again.”
Tory’s stomach turned as she caught the sharp sound of one of Laura’s gasps being carried on the breeze. She knew their deaths were imminent if they did not get the hell out of here. And even if death would not be literal, just the images and the sounds they were about to bear witness to would be enough to make them both wish for sweet oblivion. “Just run, Starbuck,” Tory pleaded nobly. “Save yourself.”
“No. No. You never leave a man behind,” Kara insisted, as she reached down and tried to hoist Tory up. But the girl lurched awkwardly as she set her weight on her bad leg, falling into Kara and causing them to crash over the bush they’d been hiding behind.
~ ~ ~
“Oh Gods, Bill,” Laura moaned into his mouth as she rubbed herself against his length again, shuddering as she felt him reach one hand around from behind and down between them to stroke her. She was about to suggest that they adjourn to solid ground so that they could frak properly, when he pulled his lips away from her mouth and his hand away from her center.
“What?” she asked in disappointed confusion as she followed his eyes to the shore.
“Someone’s here,” he whispered as he set her down, but still held her close, this time his arms circling her tightly in protection rather than lust.
As her eyes finally focused, she saw Kara and Tory come crashing through the brush line, landing in a tangled heap on the ground, laughing and shouting nonsense at each other simultaneously. She giggled at the sight, too charmed by the absurdity of it all to get angry. “Well it would seem that our girls have arrived to check on their handiwork,” she laughed as she looked back at Bill.
But Bill did not seem to share her amusement. “Starbuck,” he yelled angrily, firing up one of his most intimidating glares.
~ ~ ~
Kara threw her head up at the sound of her name, seeing the Old Man glaring back at her in the distance, obviously ready to kick her ass into the next dimension. “Eject! Eject! Eject!” she yelled in unconscious response to a crisis that had reached critical mass, yanking Tory off the ground and pulling her with her as she began to bust ass for the path back to the settlement.
“It was her idea! Oh Gods, it was her idea,” Tory yelled hysterically as she stumbled after Starbuck, crashing with her back through the brush.
~ ~ ~
“Please don’t kill me.” Tory’s plaintive shouts lingered in the air.
“We’ll see about that,” Bill grumbled as he took a step toward the shore.
“No, Bill, don’t,” Laura begged him as she began to giggle harder. “I think they’ve suffered enough for the moment.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Imagine the scars to their psyches after witnessing this,” she offered as she wagged her finger between them.
Bill broke in to a wide grin, Laura’s laughter always a tonic for him. “I suppose you’re right about that,” he laughed. He pulled her closer to him and impulsively leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you,” he said as he watched her fighting to choke off the last of her giggles.
Their eyes widened simultaneously at his words. He had not meant to tell her that just now. It wasn’t that he didn’t mean what he’d said or that he didn’t want her to know how he felt, but he had hoped for a somewhat more serious moment to share his heart. But she was simply too adorable to resist, and the truth had just come tumbling out of him.
For her part, she was equally thrilled and surprised at his confession. She’d long suspected he felt that way, but she’d never expected him to open his heart to her so quickly. She shivered from both the emotion and the icy water, but before she could return the favor and share her own feelings, he reached up and stroked her cheek.
“You’re cold,” he observed, looking at her sweetly. “We should get out.”
“Okay, but only if we continue where we left off when we get ashore,” she insisted as he began to pull her along by the hand.
“I’m counting on it,” he replied, looking back toward her and smiling, not sure if she meant sex or romantic confessions, but he knew he couldn’t lose either way. In fact, he was counting on both.
As they came ashore, Bill steered them to the rolled blanket Kara had given him. He tossed Laura her towel to dry off with while he spread the blanket on the ground. Kneeling on the blanket, he reached a hand out to her and guided her down to the ground to join him. They knelt facing each other. Smiling.
He took her hands gently in his and then leaned forward and kissed her nose. “In the spirit of continuing where we left off, let me tell you once again that I love you, Laura Roslin,” he said softly, his heart skipping several beats as he watched her eyes dance with delight.
“I love you too, Bill Adama,” she replied, beaming with happiness. “And likewise in the spirit of continuing where we left off, let me do this,” she finished, leaning forward and kissing him passionately, as she reached down and grasped his shaft.
He moaned into her mouth as she ran her hand along the length of him, caressing him gently, stroking and squeezing him in an alternating rhythm that drove him wild. “Laura,” he pleaded as he pulled back, reaching down to still her hand. He wanted to be inside her for the first time. He lay her gently down on the ground, settling himself beside her, and then began to run his hands all along her body, hoping to drive her as mad with his touch as she had him. Success came quickly, as she began to moan as he swirled his finger around her belly button, teasing her as he widened his circles, coming ever closer to her sex.
Laura bit her lip in anticipation, and that was encouragement enough for him as he grinned wickedly and ran his fingers down through her folds. As she gasped at the sensation, he paused and then pushed one finger inside her, probing her, teasing her, and then smiling at her as she bucked her hips involuntarily against his hand. He reached down and kissed her as a second finger joined the first. He worked her gently, as he let his thumb lazily circle her, learning her body’s responses by the hitching gasps and sensuous thrums of pleasure that made him smile against her as he alternated between kissing her lips and her breasts.
“Bill,” she groaned, as she grabbed his wrist. She too wanted him inside her for the first time, preferring that they go over that cliff together.
He understood, as he withdrew his hand and then positioned himself over her, pulling her leg around his waist to ease his access, but he paused before he entered her. “Laura, open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered as he looked down at her. He wanted to see her, all of her, in this moment. “You’re beautiful,” he told her as she looked up at him.
With a smile, she reached out to guide him inside her. He took it slow as he entered her, giving her chance to adjust to him. She felt amazing, so tight and soft around him. He waited for her to signal him with a nod, and then he began to move, thrusting gently at first, slowly pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back again, but soon he found himself speeding his rhythm, driven onward by the feel of her and the sound of her as she moaned and gasped his name over and over again.
He buried his face into her breasts, and then her neck, kissing, licking, laving her skin with his tongue as she ran her hands along his back and then through his hair. Wanting this to last forever, but knowing it couldn’t, he began to thrust into her more urgently, listening to her escalating cries mixed with the sounds of his body slamming into her.
“So good. So good,” he groaned into her ear, as he closed in on his limit. Reaching down, he quickly flicked his thumb across her center, causing her to come with a cry. As she began to quiver and quake around him, she bit into his shoulder. Those sensations together forced his release. He shouted as he spilled into her, rolling her to the side as he collapsed trying not to crush her. They lay there in each other’s arms for several moments, trying to steady their breathing, and then Bill began to chuckle.
“What?” Laura asked as she kissed his shoulder and looked up at him.
“Thank the Gods for the girls and their picnic,” he answered.
“Indeed,” she replied with a giggle.
“I’m still going to kill them though,” he finished as he hugged her closer.
“I’ll help,” Laura offered, suddenly growing very excited, as she rolled over on top of him and looked down into his eyes, a broad grin crossing her features. “Can we use the airlock?”
The End!