Laura hadn't even tried yet to unzip his pants, but she realized two things: They wouldn't be able to get fully undressed, and there wasn't a whole lot of elbow room.
Reaching between them, she started working on his pants.
"It's not fair you have a whole...zipper and pants to deal with."
Bill raised an eyebrow. "I don't have the legs to pull off a skirt," he said, even as he raised his hips as much as he could to assist her. There wasn't much room in there, but he would be damned if he was going anywhere else. Not at the prospect of having one of his wildest fantasies fulfilled.
Bill gathered her skirt so that it bunched up just above her hips, his hand brushing along her inner thigh.
He gave her a grin. "Maybe just a little." His freed erection brushed along her leg every time she rocked, and he groaned, swiftly tugging at her panties. Once they were out of the way Bill shifted a little, sliding up into her the next time she moved towards him.
Laura moaned his name loudly, then remembered where she was at. The doors might have been locked and the cameras off, but she didn't know who could still hear her.
Bill let out a low moan of his own as he began thrusting, slipping his arms around her waist so that she was supported and secure.
He might have been more concerned about the noise, had he not been so focused on her, and what exactly they were doing. Combined with the familiar smell of the Viper, it was a heady brew which made him move a little harder within her, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit as he gasped her name.
Their movements where by no means perfect, and every time he lost his way into her, she reached down to guide him back. Of course she didn't mind when it happened because of the friction against her clit, but she craved the feeling of him inside of her even more.
Moving her hips faster, the close quarters made her sweat a little, and her hair was starting to stick to her neck.
Not exactly perfect, but even the touch of her hand as she guided him back felt good. The cockpit wasn't exactly well ventilated even under normal circumstances, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he kept up to the pace set by her hips, sliding into her easily.
Bill could feel the warmth spreading at the base of his cock even as they moved, and he knew he would come hard.
Jerking hard against him, Laura clutched at his shoulders as she panted harshly. With a muffled cry as she pressed her face into his neck, she started to come, and her hips moved faster few a few seconds, urging him on.
Bill's hands squeezed around her waist as she jerked against him, pushing him impossibly deeper into her even as he felt her come, his own warmth building at the tip of his cock as they moved faster.
Not caring who might hear, he let out a load groan of her name as his own orgasm began, holding onto her as he felt a sensation of strong pleasure wash over him.
Laura moved with him as she felt him shudder underneath her, and she didn't stop until he did. Panting heavily, she let her lips drag across his cheek as she tried to talk. "I love you you," she whispered, swallowing heavily.
Bill was still panting heavily as his hips finally stilled their movement, but he turned his head to meet her lips, kissing her deeply. When they finally pulled away, he smiled, forehead resting against hers. "Thank you."
Bill slumped back in the seat, chuckling. "I didn't see you complaining, Roslin." But that chuckle soon turned into a groan at her last words - and the possibilities. "Gods, woman. You are a tease." Wrapping his hands around her waist, he gently lifted her off him. "But I'll hold you to that. Any other suggestions, while we're at it?"
She'd indulged one of his (incredibly well, he might add) - it was only fair that he find out what she liked.
"Tonight...when we're back in your quarters? I want to frak in the shower. Think that's something you might be able to handle, Adama?" she asked as she made her way back down to the ground and adjusted herself.
"Is that a challenge, Roslin?" Bill asked playfully as he pulled up his trousers and boxers, last button in place before he finally climbed out of the Viper with an ease that suggested many years of practice.
Running a hand through his hair so it looked more neat and less like 'just frakked', he glanced over at Laura. "You still want something to eat?"
Reaching between them, she started working on his pants.
"It's not fair you have a whole...zipper and pants to deal with."
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Bill gathered her skirt so that it bunched up just above her hips, his hand brushing along her inner thigh.
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"Is this what all Viper pilots think about doing in their birds eventually?" she asked with a smirk when the kiss was broken.
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"Frak..."
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"Bill, Gods..." she whispered softly.
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He might have been more concerned about the noise, had he not been so focused on her, and what exactly they were doing. Combined with the familiar smell of the Viper, it was a heady brew which made him move a little harder within her, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit as he gasped her name.
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Moving her hips faster, the close quarters made her sweat a little, and her hair was starting to stick to her neck.
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Bill could feel the warmth spreading at the base of his cock even as they moved, and he knew he would come hard.
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Not caring who might hear, he let out a load groan of her name as his own orgasm began, holding onto her as he felt a sensation of strong pleasure wash over him.
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"When we're back on Galactica, and we find Earth, and the CIC is completely empty..."
She trailed off, but she had some ideas regarding that main console.
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She'd indulged one of his (incredibly well, he might add) - it was only fair that he find out what she liked.
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Running a hand through his hair so it looked more neat and less like 'just frakked', he glanced over at Laura. "You still want something to eat?"
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