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Title: Thrown to the Wolves
Author: propernice
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: A/R
Rating: NC-17. Smutty McSmut-smut. Angry smut.
Spoilers: None for season four.
Author's note: This takes place shortly after episode 3x12, Rapture. Just because you frak, doesn't mean all your problems are solved. People still argue, and fights keep going. And lol I love comments.
Laura Roslin was absolutely livid. As she paced Adama’s quarters, she drank from a glass of ambrosia that she’d helped herself to. She didn’t even know why she was there, except that she planned on giving him a piece of her mind as soon as he walked through the hatch. He’d thrown her to the wolves during a Quorum meeting; completely disregarded everything they’d spoken of in private. The fleet needed stricter rations since the algae planet had been abandoned and everything had gone super nova. Bill had agreed; he’d even told her that he’d start encouraging his own crew to be mindful of how much they put on their plates. Inviting Bill to the Quorum meeting though; that had been her mistake. She’d announced her idea and the members lost their minds, screaming that they thought food supplies were up versus down and for more justification. When she had looked to Bill for back-up he completely balked: staying silent as she defended herself to a group of people who, in the grand scheme of things, knew absolutely nothing.
As she downed the rest of the alcohol, she heard the hatch start to swing open. Setting the glass down, she walked to the hatch as soon as it was closed, and stood toe to toe with Bill. "Thanks a lot for all your support, Bill. It was extremely valuable." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, and she glared at him when all she got in response was a shrug as he made his way to his desk. "What happened to fully supporting my decision?!"
Bill unbuttoned his jacket and let it hang open as he looked up at her. "I’m not a member of the Quorum. You asked me to sit in, and I did. It’s not my job to convince them."
Staring in shock, Laura walked around to the other side of the desk and practically yelled as he nonchalantly went about making himself comfortable. "I trusted you to defend me! To take my side in this!"
"I told you I didn’t want to be in that meeting in the first place. It’s not my ground. This is your fault."
Without thinking, Laura reached out and pushed Bill, hard enough to get his attention. When he finally looked up at her, she was inches away from his face. "Frak. You. I try to make sure that you stay well informed and this is what I get in return? You blame me for your silence? I get this kind of attitude from the delegates; I don’t need it from you too."
In one swift move, Bill grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, closer to his body. "Frak me? No, I think you’ve got it wrong. Frak you for barging in here and screaming over something I’m not a part of anyway."
"Let go of me! And you were the one who not three nights ago complained that you were blindsided on too many issues that happened to involve both the military and the fleet!" Her hands came to rest on Bill’s shoulders as she tried to give herself leverage, but she couldn’t push away. Not yet.
"That doesn’t mean I want to be involved in one of your pissing contests with the Quorum! It means you come here and talk to me like a civilized human being!" His body was almost flush against hers, and their breath mingled in the suddenly claustrophobic room.
Laura was silent as the tension grew around them. Her eyes drilled into his, and she challenged him silently. Before another word was spoken between the two of them, she felt his lips crashing into hers. She kissed him hard and deep, her tongue dueling with his for dominance as he pushed her back onto the desk. Sweeping her arm across the surface, she cleared away pens and books before moaning at the feel of his mouth marking her neck with bruises. "Gods, you can’t stand losing a conversation, so you’re going to frak me instead, is that it?"
Bill grunted as his hands pushed up her shirt to cup her breasts through her bra, and he bit gently on her skin before replying. "This is the only way I know to get you to shut up for a while." Moving his hands to her hips, he pushed her skirt up as he pressed against her, already hard as his hips started to grind.
Her own hands reached deftly for his pants, and after undoing them, she pushed them down along with his boxers just enough. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she glared at him again. "You let me sink. You watched it happening and you did nothing to help me."
When his fingers roughly tugged her panties aside, Bill thrust into her, grunting her name as he started to move fast and hard, not caring to give her any time to adjust. "You’re a big girl," he managed. "You can take care of yourself." He held onto her hips as he moved, watching the way her hair spread out around her head like a halo on fire. She was beautiful when she was angry, even when it was at him.
"Gods..." she moaned before clutching his shoulders with her fingers. "Just once you could pretend to care." With a gasp, she arched her back and locked her legs around his hips. She gave just as good as she got, and as he slammed into her over and over again, she felt the ache turn to overwhelming pleasure. "Oh, frak..."
Reaching for her arms, he pinned them over her head as he moved, leaning over her so that he could watch her face. Soon though, the pleasure was too much, and he closed his eyes as words failed him. He could feel her, pulsing hot and wet around him and it provoked him to move faster and harder. With one last cry of her name that mingled with his name being cursed from her mouth, he started to come, his hips losing their sure rhythm.
Laura’s anger only served to add more fuel to her fire, and when he panted her name against her ear, she started to come around him, pulling him closer as her body jerked against his. With her eyes firmly closed, she forgot for just a moment how irritated she was and let herself feel what he was doing to her. Her legs loosened from around him, and as she lay panting, she felt him pull away slowly. The sound of his zipper moving back into place brought her out of her haze, and she sat up, watching as he put himself back together. She was still fully dressed, and as she stood to straighten out her clothes, she glared at him once again. "You think we can solve all of our problems by frakking?"
Bill started picking up his things that had been knocked to the floor. "It’s a start. You came to my quarters, remember?"
Walking to the couch, Laura grabbed her things. "Of course. How could I have been so naïve? Thinking that we could actually talk like two adults." Making her way to the hatch, she was stepping through when she heard him speak one last time.
"See you tonight."
Author: propernice
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: A/R
Rating: NC-17. Smutty McSmut-smut. Angry smut.
Spoilers: None for season four.
Author's note: This takes place shortly after episode 3x12, Rapture. Just because you frak, doesn't mean all your problems are solved. People still argue, and fights keep going. And lol I love comments.
Laura Roslin was absolutely livid. As she paced Adama’s quarters, she drank from a glass of ambrosia that she’d helped herself to. She didn’t even know why she was there, except that she planned on giving him a piece of her mind as soon as he walked through the hatch. He’d thrown her to the wolves during a Quorum meeting; completely disregarded everything they’d spoken of in private. The fleet needed stricter rations since the algae planet had been abandoned and everything had gone super nova. Bill had agreed; he’d even told her that he’d start encouraging his own crew to be mindful of how much they put on their plates. Inviting Bill to the Quorum meeting though; that had been her mistake. She’d announced her idea and the members lost their minds, screaming that they thought food supplies were up versus down and for more justification. When she had looked to Bill for back-up he completely balked: staying silent as she defended herself to a group of people who, in the grand scheme of things, knew absolutely nothing.
As she downed the rest of the alcohol, she heard the hatch start to swing open. Setting the glass down, she walked to the hatch as soon as it was closed, and stood toe to toe with Bill. "Thanks a lot for all your support, Bill. It was extremely valuable." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, and she glared at him when all she got in response was a shrug as he made his way to his desk. "What happened to fully supporting my decision?!"
Bill unbuttoned his jacket and let it hang open as he looked up at her. "I’m not a member of the Quorum. You asked me to sit in, and I did. It’s not my job to convince them."
Staring in shock, Laura walked around to the other side of the desk and practically yelled as he nonchalantly went about making himself comfortable. "I trusted you to defend me! To take my side in this!"
"I told you I didn’t want to be in that meeting in the first place. It’s not my ground. This is your fault."
Without thinking, Laura reached out and pushed Bill, hard enough to get his attention. When he finally looked up at her, she was inches away from his face. "Frak. You. I try to make sure that you stay well informed and this is what I get in return? You blame me for your silence? I get this kind of attitude from the delegates; I don’t need it from you too."
In one swift move, Bill grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, closer to his body. "Frak me? No, I think you’ve got it wrong. Frak you for barging in here and screaming over something I’m not a part of anyway."
"Let go of me! And you were the one who not three nights ago complained that you were blindsided on too many issues that happened to involve both the military and the fleet!" Her hands came to rest on Bill’s shoulders as she tried to give herself leverage, but she couldn’t push away. Not yet.
"That doesn’t mean I want to be involved in one of your pissing contests with the Quorum! It means you come here and talk to me like a civilized human being!" His body was almost flush against hers, and their breath mingled in the suddenly claustrophobic room.
Laura was silent as the tension grew around them. Her eyes drilled into his, and she challenged him silently. Before another word was spoken between the two of them, she felt his lips crashing into hers. She kissed him hard and deep, her tongue dueling with his for dominance as he pushed her back onto the desk. Sweeping her arm across the surface, she cleared away pens and books before moaning at the feel of his mouth marking her neck with bruises. "Gods, you can’t stand losing a conversation, so you’re going to frak me instead, is that it?"
Bill grunted as his hands pushed up her shirt to cup her breasts through her bra, and he bit gently on her skin before replying. "This is the only way I know to get you to shut up for a while." Moving his hands to her hips, he pushed her skirt up as he pressed against her, already hard as his hips started to grind.
Her own hands reached deftly for his pants, and after undoing them, she pushed them down along with his boxers just enough. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she glared at him again. "You let me sink. You watched it happening and you did nothing to help me."
When his fingers roughly tugged her panties aside, Bill thrust into her, grunting her name as he started to move fast and hard, not caring to give her any time to adjust. "You’re a big girl," he managed. "You can take care of yourself." He held onto her hips as he moved, watching the way her hair spread out around her head like a halo on fire. She was beautiful when she was angry, even when it was at him.
"Gods..." she moaned before clutching his shoulders with her fingers. "Just once you could pretend to care." With a gasp, she arched her back and locked her legs around his hips. She gave just as good as she got, and as he slammed into her over and over again, she felt the ache turn to overwhelming pleasure. "Oh, frak..."
Reaching for her arms, he pinned them over her head as he moved, leaning over her so that he could watch her face. Soon though, the pleasure was too much, and he closed his eyes as words failed him. He could feel her, pulsing hot and wet around him and it provoked him to move faster and harder. With one last cry of her name that mingled with his name being cursed from her mouth, he started to come, his hips losing their sure rhythm.
Laura’s anger only served to add more fuel to her fire, and when he panted her name against her ear, she started to come around him, pulling him closer as her body jerked against his. With her eyes firmly closed, she forgot for just a moment how irritated she was and let herself feel what he was doing to her. Her legs loosened from around him, and as she lay panting, she felt him pull away slowly. The sound of his zipper moving back into place brought her out of her haze, and she sat up, watching as he put himself back together. She was still fully dressed, and as she stood to straighten out her clothes, she glared at him once again. "You think we can solve all of our problems by frakking?"
Bill started picking up his things that had been knocked to the floor. "It’s a start. You came to my quarters, remember?"
Walking to the couch, Laura grabbed her things. "Of course. How could I have been so naïve? Thinking that we could actually talk like two adults." Making her way to the hatch, she was stepping through when she heard him speak one last time.
"See you tonight."