Fic: Head Games (2/2)
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“Good morning,” Laura purred, as she opened her eyes, never happier before in her life to say those two words to someone. Bill Adama could kiss her awake any time he liked.
“Good morning indeed,” Bill replied happily as he continued feathering the side of her cheek and the back of her neck and shoulder with light kisses, before rolling her over in his arms for a proper hello. Looking down at her beaming back up at him, the haze of a satisfied slumber still softening her features, he knew she felt it too - a contentment that had eluded them both for far too long. He dropped his head down for a quick kiss of her lips before resting it in his hand again, happy to just lay there on his side and watch her smile back at him.
She lifted her arm at the elbow and threaded her fingers in his free hand, rubbing her thumb against the side of his palm as their hands swayed gently together. This moment had been worth waiting for. Just to feel this easiness between them, to know that they didn’t have to pretend with each other anymore, was a gift. She was too happy to be bitter about time lost, too happy to even resent the distance they would still have to outwardly maintain.
“What are you thinking?” she asked finally.
“What a fool I was not to get you in this rack with me sooner.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“I guess I should consider thanking my son rather than punching him for walking in on you,” he admitted with a nod to the truth of her statement. There was no denying the fact that he’d been the one that kept them waiting too long.
“I’ve duly noted for the record that jealousy is an effective motivator for you, Admiral,” Laura teased, eyes dancing.
Bill chuckled. “Please, no more eyefuls for my son or anyone else, Madame President. It would be unseemly for me to start beating my subordinates, especially when they happen to be my own flesh and blood.”
“I prefer the airlock myself,” she smirked, “but you needn’t worry, Lee only got an eyeful because I thought he was you.”
“Oh?”
“I was hoping to use lust rather than jealousy as a motivator for you,” she explained as she reached her free hand up to begin tousling his hair and tracing his ear.
“An effective tool, I have to admit,” he told her as he pressed himself into her thigh. She made him feel like a teenager again.
She hummed at the feel of him hard against her. Size. Performance. Stamina. She had no reason to complain, nor any interest in denying herself the considerable pleasure of being with him again. “Would you like to revisit the scene of the crime,” she offered, “see if this time things play out according to the original script?”
“And how was your little play meant to end?” he asked, eyes bright with eagerness.
“With you joining me in the shower and frakking me senseless, of course.”
A wide grin split his face, and then he was in motion. “Okay, let’s go,” he announced.
She’d never seen him move so fast, as he bounded over her and out of the rack, turning and dragging her out with him, taking half the sheets and blankets with them, laughing as she squealed. She couldn’t even get her balance in the rush, but it didn’t matter as he quickly hoisted her over his shoulder, smacking her bare behind as he turned for the head.
“Bill,” she screamed as the rush of cold water hit her ass. He hadn’t even waited for the water to heat up before climbing in with her still folded over his shoulder.
“Are we off script, Madame President?” he laughed, harder once he felt her indignant little fists pounding his backside in protest.
“We will be if you keep trying to cool me down,” she spluttered, the water running down into her nose and mouth. At least it was warming up now.
“Better you than me, all things considered, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked as he carefully leaned forward to let her down, chuckling in spite of himself as he heard the back of her head lightly thudding against the stall walls, once on the way up and then again on the way back down, each time matched with a pained squeak. It was a small shower. He needed to remember that.
“Fair enough,” she conceded with a grumble as she balanced her feet and rubbed her head, before pursing her lips into a pout until he offered her a penitent kiss. If she hadn’t wanted to frak him so badly, she would have punched him.
Bill guessed he needed to offer more than a kiss to make amends, so he reached for the washcloth and soap, turning her in his arms to start with her back. He wanted to make this last, and fondling her breasts would not be conducive to achieving that goal. Sweeping her wet hair to the side, he kissed the nape of her neck, lightly swirling his tongue on her skin to drink in the rivulets of water now hinted with the tang of her.
“Just wanted to warm you back up,” he whispered in her ear as he heard her sigh, before dragging the washcloth slowly across her shoulder blades, watching the tiny bubbles run down her creamy skin and skate off the rounded slope of her ass before circling away into the depths of his ship. He could not help but think that was a delicious way to go, flying off into oblivion, her flesh the last thing you felt.
“Apparently I’m not the only one who is warm,” she murmured, skimming her tongue along her bottom lip as she felt his cock nudging her ass.
Bill took a half step back, reminding himself that the point was to make this last. So much for thinking her back would not be as frak all sexy as her front. He washed her now, drawing large languid circles on her back with the cloth, his free hand steadying her hip as she swayed into his touch.
Working his way down, kneeling as he went, he paused to press his tongue into the small of her back, laving her wet skin as he grasped her hips and then rolled his hands down the inside of her thighs and back up again, achingly slow, taking his time.
“Bill,” she moaned as she pressed her forehead against the cool metal wall, trailing one finger around the tightened peak of one of her breasts and dropping her other hand between her legs. Laura panted lightly as she fingered the bundle of nerves already peeking out from their hood. She desperately wanted Bill to wrap his fingers with hers and touch her until she lost her mind, but each time his hands came close he would slide them right by. He was torturing her, and she loved it.
It was not easy to hold back, but the feel of Laura’s hips circling against his tongue, the knowledge that she was grinding herself into her own hand as his slid by was incredibly erotic. Bill picked up the washcloth again and turned his attention to her legs, ready to tease her some more.
Slowly he dragged the damp cloth up her leg, from her ankle to the top of her thigh, rounding the flesh beneath her sex, listening to her groan with frustrated desire as he swept the washcloth back down, repeating the action as he circled her leg, painting her skin with his own lustful adoration.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself, Laura?” he asked as he switched legs, washing her skin with the same maddeningly long, smooth strokes.
“You,” she breathed. “Always you.”
“And what am I doing when you think of me?”
“Mmm,” she moaned as she continued to work herself, plunging her fingers deeper inside.
“Tell me, Laura, tell me what I do to you when you get off,” he ordered as he stood and cupped her ass before running one of his hands around and up her abdomen, brushing his fingers over her breast and then twisting one of her nipples to force her attention. “Tell me.”
She ground her ass against him as she answered, grunting at the feel of his hard length against her. “First you kiss me,” she panted.
He turned her chin, their breath mixing as he looked into her eyes, unfocused, lids heavy with passion. “Like this?” he husked as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard before pulling back quickly. He wanted to know what he did to her next. “Then what?”
“Then you touch me to see if I am wet.”
His eyes opened wide at her words, and he watched her looking back at him with sudden focus, running her tongue lazily over her lips. Even against his torture, even standing here frakking herself into a sweet oblivion, she could still conquer him, utterly undo him with a dirty word and a come hither glance. He couldn’t deny it. She was the frakking hottest thing he’d ever seen, ever heard, ever touched.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice low, rumbling up from his chest, as he stilled her hand and pulled it away, running one of his own fingers through her folds. She was indeed wet, and the feel of her soaking his skin, sliding hotly over it, made his cock throb. “Then what?”
“Then you frak me, Husker,” she whimpered as his thumb circled her clit, finishing with a gasp as he plunged two fingers inside her.
“Like this?” he asked yet again as he thrust his hand and nipped at her neck as she arched back against him.
“No, harder,” she demanded, breath catching in her throat. She wanted him to make her scream.
He needed to make her come soon, because he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Forcing a third finger inside her, he pressed down hard on her clit and felt her hips jerk against him, her muscles clenching.
“Yes!” Laura groaned loudly as Bill held her tight, steadying her as she rode out the waves of pleasure washing over her. She fought for her breath as the warm spray of water poured over her and the steam tickled her gooseflesh, praying that it would always be this good.
“Thank you,” she huffed as she turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. Feeling him pressed against her stomach, she knew it was time to return the favor. “Your turn,” she announced as she pulled back from his touch and knelt down to gather the bar of soap and the washcloth.
She looked at the washcloth and then back up at him, his eyes glassy with desire, and with a grin and waggle of her eyebrows she tossed the cloth over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t want anything getting in the way,” she laughed as she ran her soapy hands up his leg, stopping at the top of his thigh. She chose not to be so cruel as he, as she circled a finger softly around one of his balls, gently pulling it forward and then licking him roughly with her tongue.
“All clean,” she hummed, delighting in the tang of him as her puffs of breath warmed his sensitive skin. He loudly groaned her name, trying to wind his fingers in her hair and press her back against him, but she dodged away from his grasp. “Patience, Admiral,” she clucked as she picked up the bar of soap and went to work on his other leg.
His rank had never sounded so sexy, and he realized she just might kill him if she didn’t hurry. He fought to keep his balance, his legs starting to shake as she toyed with his other testicle and then began to lightly suckle it. “Shit, Laura,” he groaned as she scraped her teeth along his skin before letting him bounce free.
She loved the power she held over him. She only wanted to use it to make him happy, wildly, deliriously, unconscionably happy. She smiled at the sight of him straining upward, fully at attention, starving for her touch.
“How about this fellow? He need a bath too?” Laura teased as she leaned closer, almost willing to swear his dick had wagged eagerly at her words, before flicking out her tongue to trace the long, thick vein on the underside of his cock. Taking her time, she swirled her tongue around his tip, tasting the evidence of his readiness. It made her incredibly hot, but she wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily. With aching discipline, she slowly swallowed him, one hand toying with his balls, the other squeezing his ass as she took him in.
Bill pounded a fist into the stall wall, clutching her hair with his other hand. The water cooled his skin, turning tepid, providing the perfect excuse. As much as he wanted her to suck him dry, his need to be inside her was that much greater. They had not yet been together nearly enough times for him to want anything more than the feel of her silky, wet walls hot around him.
“Frak! This hot water isn’t going to last and neither am I,” he explained breathlessly as he shoved his hands beneath her shoulders, pulling her up and feeling his dick bounce free from her mouth with a wet pop. If he wasn’t so damn excited, he might have shivered from the sudden cold.
“That not what you think about when you get off, Bill?” she teased as she brought her hands up around his neck.
“No, this is,” he groaned, hearing her gasp in excited anticipation as he pushed her hard against the wall, pulling one leg up around his waist and thrusting into her in one quick, long stroke. She felt so godsdamned good, like the first time and the best time all at once.
She nipped at his lips as she settled around him, raising her leg higher on his hip, deepening the penetration. “Frak me, Husker, this time as hard as you can,” she ordered.
It was a wild turn on to realize that use of his call sign during sex was not going to be an isolated incident. As he bucked his hips into her, he thanked every god he could think of for the honor of having this gorgeous creature wrapped around his waist and begging for his touch. He didn’t give a frak if they existed or not, that she called to them when she rode him hard was enough to earn his gratitude.
He bit at her neck and grunted her name each time he pounded into her, his thrusts quickly growing erratic as he heard her wildly urging him on. He lifted her higher, trying to get a better angle.
“Yes, Bill, harder, please harder,” she moaned as she pulled her foot off the ground as he lifted her and braced it against the stall wall. The counterweight that provided to his thrusts was exquisite and she felt her body tense. She bit down on his shoulder as she started to come, clenching his cock hard as she bottomed out against his next thrust.
“Frak yes,” he groaned as hips started to jerk against her, the feel of her spasms too much for him to endure. He pushed her hard against the wall of the shower to steady her, as he emptied himself into her, capturing her lips and kissing her deeply when he finished, wanting to prolong the moment, ride this wave as long as he could.
“Don’t put me down yet,” Laura whispered between Bill’s kisses, hugging him tighter. “I don’t want this to end.”
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Colonel Tigh saluted the Admiral’s marine guard as he entered his quarters. The Old Man was going to be pissed about the long ass list of problems and repairs recorded on today’s duty sheet. He heard the water running in the head, and looked towards the open door, noting that Bill was getting a late start this morning. Scene of yesterday’s mishap, Saul thought with a chuckle as he headed that way, though he quickly tried to get the image of his naked president out of his mind. He didn’t care that she possessed a fine pair of legs, she was still an annoying, know-it-all schoolteacher who was always in his way. What Bill saw in her, beyond the aforementioned hot pair of legs, he’d never understand.
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“I’m cold,” Laura whispered into Bill’s ear as he held her, the water temperature dropping fast now.
“You’re cold, after all my hard work to get you overheated,” he teased quietly before letting her down gently, slipping out of her regretfully as he reached for the knobs and slowly turned them off.
“My knees are going to be barking at me tomorrow for this,” he complained with a chuckle as he flexed his legs, trying to loosen them now that he was free of her weight.
“Your knees, I’m not going to be able to walk straight for a week,” she laughed as she stepped towards the curtain and reached around the side of it to grab the towel on the rack.
“Oh frak,” came a growling voice from the other side of the vinyl drape.
Laura’s hand froze as Bill quickly hugged her to his waist protectively and pulled open the curtain. Perhaps it was a combat instinct to assess sudden dangers kicking in, but whatever prompted him to action, he quickly regretted it as his movements revealed a stunned Saul Tigh staring back at them, his eye as wide as one of the Tauron moons and trained directly at Laura’s chest.
“Good morning, Colonel,” Laura offered with a game smile. This being the second straight day she’d been ogled unexpectedly in the shower, she was now a pro, ready with the proper pleasantries for her unannounced guest.
“Madame President,” the Colonel stammered, frozen in place, as he took her in, realizing her legs weren’t the only things she possessed a great pair of.
“Saul,” Bill barked, finally drawing his friend’s eye away from Laura’s rack, hardly able to blame him for being rendered speechless by the sight. “Why I don’t I sign those later,” he suggested as he nodded at the papers still clutched in the Colonel’s hand.
He could feel the laughter starting to bubble low in Laura’s gut as he held her close to him. She’d never met an awkward situation she couldn’t giggle her way through and he knew it. He just hoped she could hold on long enough for him to get his old friend out of here before it would become necessary for the man to drink Joe’s Bar dry just to recover. Who the frak was he kidding? Saul would be cozying up to a bottle before he and Laura were even dry.
“Of course,” Tigh agreed as he stepped back awkwardly and dropped the file on the basin. “Um, carry on,” he suggested before quickly bolting for the door.
Laura bit back her laughter long enough for the Colonel to scurry out the hatch before she lost it, sagging into Bill’s arms as he kissed the back of her neck and howled with her.
A little privacy. Apparently it was too much to ask for in this fleet. But, at this point, she didn’t really frakking care.
Phew! The End. (For real this time!)