Battlestar Galactica - The Fine Line Between Pleasure & Pain
Title: The Fine Line Between Pleasure & Pain
Written For: narciscia (Happy Birthday!)
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don’t belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I’m dealing with it.
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Sherman J. Cottle
Rating: M
Summary: Laura gets a little more banged up after Racetrack crashes into Colonial One, but still refuses to listen to her Doctor's advice.
A/N: Set after the crash in "Dirty Hands", definitely AU.
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His hands slid up and down her creamy white thighs as she straddled him. Green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint and she leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head. Her hair fell down around their faces in soft waves and a quiet giggle erupted from her lips as she kissed him. “Has your Doctor signed you off for this sort of behaviour?” He asked with a frown, his hand cupping her ass nonetheless.
“What the Doctor doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” Laura smirked wickedly as she sat back up, sliding the straps of her bra down over her shoulders ever so slowly. “Unless... he wants to be hurt...” Her arms moved behind her, fingers releasing the clasp of her bra with ease.
“Oh we’ll get to that later,” He muttered gruffly, his hands following hers down her arms as she removed the lacy material. “But it doesn’t make me any less worried about you engaging in this sort of activity...”
“You’re not exactly stopping me,” She pointed out with a cheeky grin, casually lying down to press her naked torso against his. Her fingers toyed with his hair as she resigned to doing nothing. “Though if you insist, then I’ll just lay here and go to sleep like a good little girl.” Beneath her she could feel him growing hard, her underwear and his sweatpants the only things between them.
“Laura you hit your head and came close to fracturing a rib...”
“That wasn’t my fault,” She insisted with a firm frown in place. “I wasn’t the one flying the Raptor.”
“But you happened to be in the area of Colonial One that it made contact with...”
“Made contact,” Laura scoffed and buried her face against his neck. “More like shredded from the inside out...” She murmured against his skin.
Without warning her, he flicked his fingers against her temple. It came as no surprise when she hissed and pushed herself into a sitting position again, a look of pure fury in her eyes. “What the hell did you do that for?” Beneath the fury, tears were held back as the pain ripped through her skull. The faint purple area on the right side of her face stood out in the light as she brushed her hair back.
“You had a trouble eating, how are you supposed to enjoy anything else?”
“Just don’t touch my head...” She pouted, pressing her hand lightly over the bruise to try and dull the pain. But her negotiations were blown out of the water when he lightly pressed his fingers against her right side and she flinched. “Ouch! Alright, that hurts too!” She yelled, punching him hard in the shoulder.
“That proves my point,” He told her firmly. “You’re in no condition to have sex.”
“Sherman Cottle!” She growled at him angrily, though she felt him twitch involuntarily beneath her. Rolling her eyes she climbed off the bed and picked her clothes up off the floor, trying to ignore the pain in her side as she bent down. As she stood up again his arms slid around her waist and she frowned, pushing herself out of his arms in an instant. “No, this is not a game. You said I was in no condition, so fine... No sex. In fact if at any point you want a quick frak over the next, say, three months - you’ll have better chances with Ishay. Because it takes a good three months to be fully healed right? So that’s fine with me. Three months. No sex. Starting now...”
Grabbing her arm and pulling her flush against him, he captured her lips - effectively shutting her up. “Promise me if it you’re in any pain you’ll tell me?” He breathed against her lips, studying her dark green eyes.
“Of cour...”
“Laura,” He said in a warning tone, all too aware of the number of times she had not listened to his advice. “Promise me.”
“Alright,” She smiled and kissed his lips softly. “I promise.”
Leading her back to his rack, he sat down and pulled her with him until they were lying together on top of the tousled blankets. “Now,” He smirked, brushing her hair back carefully. “What were you saying about hurting the good Doctor?”
Written For: narciscia (Happy Birthday!)
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don’t belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I’m dealing with it.
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Sherman J. Cottle
Rating: M
Summary: Laura gets a little more banged up after Racetrack crashes into Colonial One, but still refuses to listen to her Doctor's advice.
A/N: Set after the crash in "Dirty Hands", definitely AU.
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His hands slid up and down her creamy white thighs as she straddled him. Green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint and she leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head. Her hair fell down around their faces in soft waves and a quiet giggle erupted from her lips as she kissed him. “Has your Doctor signed you off for this sort of behaviour?” He asked with a frown, his hand cupping her ass nonetheless.
“What the Doctor doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” Laura smirked wickedly as she sat back up, sliding the straps of her bra down over her shoulders ever so slowly. “Unless... he wants to be hurt...” Her arms moved behind her, fingers releasing the clasp of her bra with ease.
“Oh we’ll get to that later,” He muttered gruffly, his hands following hers down her arms as she removed the lacy material. “But it doesn’t make me any less worried about you engaging in this sort of activity...”
“You’re not exactly stopping me,” She pointed out with a cheeky grin, casually lying down to press her naked torso against his. Her fingers toyed with his hair as she resigned to doing nothing. “Though if you insist, then I’ll just lay here and go to sleep like a good little girl.” Beneath her she could feel him growing hard, her underwear and his sweatpants the only things between them.
“Laura you hit your head and came close to fracturing a rib...”
“That wasn’t my fault,” She insisted with a firm frown in place. “I wasn’t the one flying the Raptor.”
“But you happened to be in the area of Colonial One that it made contact with...”
“Made contact,” Laura scoffed and buried her face against his neck. “More like shredded from the inside out...” She murmured against his skin.
Without warning her, he flicked his fingers against her temple. It came as no surprise when she hissed and pushed herself into a sitting position again, a look of pure fury in her eyes. “What the hell did you do that for?” Beneath the fury, tears were held back as the pain ripped through her skull. The faint purple area on the right side of her face stood out in the light as she brushed her hair back.
“You had a trouble eating, how are you supposed to enjoy anything else?”
“Just don’t touch my head...” She pouted, pressing her hand lightly over the bruise to try and dull the pain. But her negotiations were blown out of the water when he lightly pressed his fingers against her right side and she flinched. “Ouch! Alright, that hurts too!” She yelled, punching him hard in the shoulder.
“That proves my point,” He told her firmly. “You’re in no condition to have sex.”
“Sherman Cottle!” She growled at him angrily, though she felt him twitch involuntarily beneath her. Rolling her eyes she climbed off the bed and picked her clothes up off the floor, trying to ignore the pain in her side as she bent down. As she stood up again his arms slid around her waist and she frowned, pushing herself out of his arms in an instant. “No, this is not a game. You said I was in no condition, so fine... No sex. In fact if at any point you want a quick frak over the next, say, three months - you’ll have better chances with Ishay. Because it takes a good three months to be fully healed right? So that’s fine with me. Three months. No sex. Starting now...”
Grabbing her arm and pulling her flush against him, he captured her lips - effectively shutting her up. “Promise me if it you’re in any pain you’ll tell me?” He breathed against her lips, studying her dark green eyes.
“Of cour...”
“Laura,” He said in a warning tone, all too aware of the number of times she had not listened to his advice. “Promise me.”
“Alright,” She smiled and kissed his lips softly. “I promise.”
Leading her back to his rack, he sat down and pulled her with him until they were lying together on top of the tousled blankets. “Now,” He smirked, brushing her hair back carefully. “What were you saying about hurting the good Doctor?”