Battlestar Galactica - Alone in the World, Together
Title: Alone in the World, Together
Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don’t belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I’m dealing with it.
Pairing: Roslin/Adama
Rating: Mature
Summary: Who do you turn to when your world is finally crumbling at your feet? Who do you hold onto no matter how far apart you're pulled?
--
Those legs clad only in military issued shorts, looked so gorgeous and… fast. She moved fast in the ring, it wasn’t something he expected. He watched as she sparred with Racetrack, admiring the fine figure she cut in a rather revealing tank top. Somehow she managed to move with a grace that wasn’t usually seen in fighters.
Racetrack went down.
He saw her laughing as she knelt down next to her opponent. Beauty seemed to shine from her. He watched her take off her gloves and brush back the stray hairs that had escaped her ponytail.
“Laura…” He stepped forward.
--
“Got you again,” Laura fell to her knees beside Racetrack and laughed. The younger woman rolled her eyes as she lay there, trying to catch her breath.
“You’re tougher than you look…” She paused, trying to stop herself from saying Laura’s title. “One more round, Laura?”
“Oh I don’t know,” Pulling off her gloves, Laura brushed back her hair. “If you think you can actually fight back.” She continued to laugh, and was about to say more when she heard her name.
How long had he been watching them?
She was sure she’d locked the hatch. “Bill,” She responded quietly.
--
He waited until Racetrack left to hit the showers before he moved to the side of the ring. She looked stunning, powerful, and nowhere near sick. But she was sick, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
About the way everyone had found out.
It had been almost a week since the trial, and in that time neither of them had spoken on anything other than work. He’d tried but always found himself rudely cut off. She was still angry with him.
“Didn’t think you’d be boxing,” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d just lift weights…”
--
“Do I look like I lift weights?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Or something…” He added quickly.
Sitting down at the edge of the ring, she leaned forward on the rope and let her legs hang over the side. “So, Admiral, what can I do for you?” She asked, watching him closely. There was no reason, surely, why he had to see her. Maybe she just didn’t want there to be one. She’d been going out of her way to avoid him unless it was absolutely necessary, and then suddenly he was there.
Together, and she still felt so alone.
--
Hours alone in his quarters spent wanting to talk to her, thinking about her in ways he shouldn’t have. It was all too much not to have her near. He watched her slide towards her drink bottle and splash the contents in her face to cool off.
Water dripped from her chin and slid down between her breasts.
He tried to ignore it.
“We need to talk,” His gruff voice did not betray his weakened state. The temptation to touch her, kiss her, hold her… it was so hard to fight. His eyes lingered on her breasts a moment longer.
--
She leant forward on the rope again, already noting his eyes were level with her chest. “There’s nothing to talk about,” Her voice was hoarse and she pressed the bottle to her lips again, leaning back to get the last drops of water.
As she leaned forward again the few loose strands of hair from her ponytail fell around her face in delicate curls, reacting to the heat emanating from her.
“You stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you,” She breathed, her breasts rising and falling in front of him. “You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”
--
“No,” He growled, stepping closer to her. “I don’t want to stay away from you.” Without thinking, his hand reached up to brush the side of her face. Her skin was hot and sweaty, and the touch of his cold hands seemed to spark something between them.
Leaning closer to her, he brushed his lips against hers. As she deepened the kiss, Laura slid her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
The ropes remained between them.
His hand, brushing against her knee, began to slide up under her shorts. Drawing circles against her inner thigh with his fingertips.
--
Momentarily her mind slipped to the fact that anyone could walk in, they weren’t exactly well hidden. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped they would. The danger of it excited her.
She moaned against his mouth, feeling his hands move and begin to undo her pants. As he rested his hands against her hips, she pulled back from the kiss and pushed her pelvis up. With ease he slid her shorts down her legs, letting them drop to the floor.
Before she could wrap her legs around him again, his hand slid beneath her underwear.
She hissed.
--
He watched as she let herself fall backwards. Reacting just as he knew she would as he moved his fingers against her.
Slow and steady.
Teasing until she could no longer take it…
Teasing until she begged for more…
He moved his hands slowly, and she pushed her hips up again as she felt him begin to remove her underwear. He lingered for a moment, watching her run her hands against her stomach. Those delicate fingers pushed her top up her body, and brushed along her porcelain skin.
Her deep breathing pushed her breasts against the confines of her tank.
--
More…
It was all she wanted, all she needed, and all she craved. She needed him touching her, loving her. A sharp intake of breath was all she managed as she felt his tongue run against her inner thigh. Electricity pulsed through her body.
He moved to the other thigh.
She shuddered.
It took all her restraint not to cry out as she felt his teeth dig into her flesh. She bit her lip, loving the way he ran his tongue over the mark he’d made.
His mark.
His mark claimed her.
She was his.
As she always had been.
--
Slowly he licked up her thigh.
He inched that much closer to her core and felt her tense in anticipation. It sounded as though she purred, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
He inched closer…
Tasting her…
His hands ran up and down her thighs, squeezing them. Low moans vibrated through her body as he continued to move his tongue against her. Pressing into her with a sharp flick of his tongue, he then pulls away again but only for a brief moment before he is running his tongue along her center.
Searching for the right places…
--
Erotically painful…
It’s the only way she can think of to describe what she feels, in the moments where she can think clearly. Somehow he manages to find each spot that truly excites her.
Teasing her, always teasing her…
It’s painful the way he teases, backing away before she truly has a chance to enjoy the sensations spiralling through her body.
Painful in every respect…
Some rational part of her mind tries to convince her that she’s still angry with him, that this is no way to try and win back her affection.
But she’d never really enjoyed being rational.
--
He could feel the pain in his groin as his erection pressed against his trousers. He needed her. It was a strange feeling. Never had he really needed his ex-wife. Wanted her, yes, but never needed her.
Laura was different.
The rope brushed against the top of his head, and he mentally cursed it. There remained a barrier between them. She would never truly be his if he couldn’t have all of her. The thought frustrated him. He had to have her, all of her or nothing at all.
Her cries only seemed to add to his desire.
He groaned.
--
“Gods…” She couldn’t take it any more. She needed him and him alone.
Grabbing hold of the ropes she pulled herself up, causing him to look up at her. Her hair tie had fallen out moments ago, and her hair hung loose around her face. Those dark green eyes he’d admired for so long, stared back at him with a longing he could not put words to.
She smiled seductively.
The offending rope was lifted, and she lowered herself under it.
Again she was sitting in front of him. No barriers remained except for clothing. She breathed heavily.
Wanting more…
--
There was no need to go slow. Desire ran deep within them both, spurring them on with a speed they could not comprehend. He was removing his jacket as though it were a sheet simply wrapped around his shoulders, and her fingers worked feverishly to remove his pants.
He’s pulled towards her suddenly, and his hands finish the work she started. Clothes fall, forgotten, on the floor. His mind is concentrating on one thing and one thing only.
The way she tastes.
A sweetness he’s never experienced, but makes him think of that adorable smile he never sees enough of.
--
Unable to contain herself she takes his tongue deeply into her mouth as she slides her hand between them, guiding him.
Her urgency inflames his own and he thrusts into her, causing her to whimper against his mouth. Letting her head roll back, her hands continue to hold him close as he sets their rhythm. Thrusting deep into her and making her cry out his name.
She bit down into his shoulder, her nails clawing at his back as the tempo increased. The world around her explodes, taking her pain with it and leaving nothing but pure pleasure.
She’s alive.
--
“Gods Bill…”
He relishes the sound of her voice against his ear. One hand embeds itself into her soft auburn hair, the other pressing against her lower back. Even so close he feels as though he needs to have her closer.
“Oh frak…”
The feel of her breasts against his chest served as a cruel reminder that she was sick, but to stop for that reason would only hurt her. Cause her to avoid him more than she already had been. They both needed the comfort their union brought. Protocol only served to get in the way.
They belonged together.
--
A ball of pleasure rolls up from her core, and rips through her body. She cries out his name, a mixture of pleasure and pain pushing a new edge into her voice. Moments later, driven by the feel of her body clenching around him, he comes.
They collapse against each other, somehow managing to stay upright.
Laura tries to make sense of what has happened. She recalls being angry, and frustrated that he had found her, but is unsure when that had changed. “Bill…” She whispers, content to simply rest against him for the rest of her life. “Let’s talk…”
Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don’t belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I’m dealing with it.
Pairing: Roslin/Adama
Rating: Mature
Summary: Who do you turn to when your world is finally crumbling at your feet? Who do you hold onto no matter how far apart you're pulled?
--
Those legs clad only in military issued shorts, looked so gorgeous and… fast. She moved fast in the ring, it wasn’t something he expected. He watched as she sparred with Racetrack, admiring the fine figure she cut in a rather revealing tank top. Somehow she managed to move with a grace that wasn’t usually seen in fighters.
Racetrack went down.
He saw her laughing as she knelt down next to her opponent. Beauty seemed to shine from her. He watched her take off her gloves and brush back the stray hairs that had escaped her ponytail.
“Laura…” He stepped forward.
--
“Got you again,” Laura fell to her knees beside Racetrack and laughed. The younger woman rolled her eyes as she lay there, trying to catch her breath.
“You’re tougher than you look…” She paused, trying to stop herself from saying Laura’s title. “One more round, Laura?”
“Oh I don’t know,” Pulling off her gloves, Laura brushed back her hair. “If you think you can actually fight back.” She continued to laugh, and was about to say more when she heard her name.
How long had he been watching them?
She was sure she’d locked the hatch. “Bill,” She responded quietly.
--
He waited until Racetrack left to hit the showers before he moved to the side of the ring. She looked stunning, powerful, and nowhere near sick. But she was sick, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
About the way everyone had found out.
It had been almost a week since the trial, and in that time neither of them had spoken on anything other than work. He’d tried but always found himself rudely cut off. She was still angry with him.
“Didn’t think you’d be boxing,” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d just lift weights…”
--
“Do I look like I lift weights?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Or something…” He added quickly.
Sitting down at the edge of the ring, she leaned forward on the rope and let her legs hang over the side. “So, Admiral, what can I do for you?” She asked, watching him closely. There was no reason, surely, why he had to see her. Maybe she just didn’t want there to be one. She’d been going out of her way to avoid him unless it was absolutely necessary, and then suddenly he was there.
Together, and she still felt so alone.
--
Hours alone in his quarters spent wanting to talk to her, thinking about her in ways he shouldn’t have. It was all too much not to have her near. He watched her slide towards her drink bottle and splash the contents in her face to cool off.
Water dripped from her chin and slid down between her breasts.
He tried to ignore it.
“We need to talk,” His gruff voice did not betray his weakened state. The temptation to touch her, kiss her, hold her… it was so hard to fight. His eyes lingered on her breasts a moment longer.
--
She leant forward on the rope again, already noting his eyes were level with her chest. “There’s nothing to talk about,” Her voice was hoarse and she pressed the bottle to her lips again, leaning back to get the last drops of water.
As she leaned forward again the few loose strands of hair from her ponytail fell around her face in delicate curls, reacting to the heat emanating from her.
“You stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you,” She breathed, her breasts rising and falling in front of him. “You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”
--
“No,” He growled, stepping closer to her. “I don’t want to stay away from you.” Without thinking, his hand reached up to brush the side of her face. Her skin was hot and sweaty, and the touch of his cold hands seemed to spark something between them.
Leaning closer to her, he brushed his lips against hers. As she deepened the kiss, Laura slid her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
The ropes remained between them.
His hand, brushing against her knee, began to slide up under her shorts. Drawing circles against her inner thigh with his fingertips.
--
Momentarily her mind slipped to the fact that anyone could walk in, they weren’t exactly well hidden. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped they would. The danger of it excited her.
She moaned against his mouth, feeling his hands move and begin to undo her pants. As he rested his hands against her hips, she pulled back from the kiss and pushed her pelvis up. With ease he slid her shorts down her legs, letting them drop to the floor.
Before she could wrap her legs around him again, his hand slid beneath her underwear.
She hissed.
--
He watched as she let herself fall backwards. Reacting just as he knew she would as he moved his fingers against her.
Slow and steady.
Teasing until she could no longer take it…
Teasing until she begged for more…
He moved his hands slowly, and she pushed her hips up again as she felt him begin to remove her underwear. He lingered for a moment, watching her run her hands against her stomach. Those delicate fingers pushed her top up her body, and brushed along her porcelain skin.
Her deep breathing pushed her breasts against the confines of her tank.
--
More…
It was all she wanted, all she needed, and all she craved. She needed him touching her, loving her. A sharp intake of breath was all she managed as she felt his tongue run against her inner thigh. Electricity pulsed through her body.
He moved to the other thigh.
She shuddered.
It took all her restraint not to cry out as she felt his teeth dig into her flesh. She bit her lip, loving the way he ran his tongue over the mark he’d made.
His mark.
His mark claimed her.
She was his.
As she always had been.
--
Slowly he licked up her thigh.
He inched that much closer to her core and felt her tense in anticipation. It sounded as though she purred, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
He inched closer…
Tasting her…
His hands ran up and down her thighs, squeezing them. Low moans vibrated through her body as he continued to move his tongue against her. Pressing into her with a sharp flick of his tongue, he then pulls away again but only for a brief moment before he is running his tongue along her center.
Searching for the right places…
--
Erotically painful…
It’s the only way she can think of to describe what she feels, in the moments where she can think clearly. Somehow he manages to find each spot that truly excites her.
Teasing her, always teasing her…
It’s painful the way he teases, backing away before she truly has a chance to enjoy the sensations spiralling through her body.
Painful in every respect…
Some rational part of her mind tries to convince her that she’s still angry with him, that this is no way to try and win back her affection.
But she’d never really enjoyed being rational.
--
He could feel the pain in his groin as his erection pressed against his trousers. He needed her. It was a strange feeling. Never had he really needed his ex-wife. Wanted her, yes, but never needed her.
Laura was different.
The rope brushed against the top of his head, and he mentally cursed it. There remained a barrier between them. She would never truly be his if he couldn’t have all of her. The thought frustrated him. He had to have her, all of her or nothing at all.
Her cries only seemed to add to his desire.
He groaned.
--
“Gods…” She couldn’t take it any more. She needed him and him alone.
Grabbing hold of the ropes she pulled herself up, causing him to look up at her. Her hair tie had fallen out moments ago, and her hair hung loose around her face. Those dark green eyes he’d admired for so long, stared back at him with a longing he could not put words to.
She smiled seductively.
The offending rope was lifted, and she lowered herself under it.
Again she was sitting in front of him. No barriers remained except for clothing. She breathed heavily.
Wanting more…
--
There was no need to go slow. Desire ran deep within them both, spurring them on with a speed they could not comprehend. He was removing his jacket as though it were a sheet simply wrapped around his shoulders, and her fingers worked feverishly to remove his pants.
He’s pulled towards her suddenly, and his hands finish the work she started. Clothes fall, forgotten, on the floor. His mind is concentrating on one thing and one thing only.
The way she tastes.
A sweetness he’s never experienced, but makes him think of that adorable smile he never sees enough of.
--
Unable to contain herself she takes his tongue deeply into her mouth as she slides her hand between them, guiding him.
Her urgency inflames his own and he thrusts into her, causing her to whimper against his mouth. Letting her head roll back, her hands continue to hold him close as he sets their rhythm. Thrusting deep into her and making her cry out his name.
She bit down into his shoulder, her nails clawing at his back as the tempo increased. The world around her explodes, taking her pain with it and leaving nothing but pure pleasure.
She’s alive.
--
“Gods Bill…”
He relishes the sound of her voice against his ear. One hand embeds itself into her soft auburn hair, the other pressing against her lower back. Even so close he feels as though he needs to have her closer.
“Oh frak…”
The feel of her breasts against his chest served as a cruel reminder that she was sick, but to stop for that reason would only hurt her. Cause her to avoid him more than she already had been. They both needed the comfort their union brought. Protocol only served to get in the way.
They belonged together.
--
A ball of pleasure rolls up from her core, and rips through her body. She cries out his name, a mixture of pleasure and pain pushing a new edge into her voice. Moments later, driven by the feel of her body clenching around him, he comes.
They collapse against each other, somehow managing to stay upright.
Laura tries to make sense of what has happened. She recalls being angry, and frustrated that he had found her, but is unsure when that had changed. “Bill…” She whispers, content to simply rest against him for the rest of her life. “Let’s talk…”