Treasure Hunt Chapter Two!! Laura enacts her plan!!
title: Treasure Hunt, Chapter Two
author: redrockcan
timeline: Crossroads, Part Two
rating: F for fluffy
words: 988
A/N: The second chapter in this series, the first can be found here Chapter One. Thanks as always to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Bill woke up groggy, tossing and turning all night did that to him. His quarters seemed so big without Laura. He was learning every second how much he missed her sharing his quarters. He got up from the rack and began his day with his usual regimen.
All was going like clockwork until he went to his drawer to get his boxers. The drawer was empty. He was sure he had a load of clean... his phone buzzed.
A realization was slowly dawning on him. He found a small envelope in their place. Inside was a picture of said boxers, a female hand he knew too well touching them and a note saying, “Find me if you can?” The phone continued to buzz.
No. She couldn’t have... and when?
He picked up the phone. It was Laura.
“Missing something Admiral?” She drew the words out in a low sultry tone, too sultry for this early in the morning.
He answered evenly “Why Madame President, what do you mean?” She ignored his question and continued on with her own agenda. She sounded a bit giddy and that made him smile.
“I left you something in return. Look in the lower drawer.” He did and found a lacy pair of Laura’s red panties on top of his tanks.
“What am I supposed to do with these?” he asked.
“I don’t know Bill, wear those or go commando. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
He started to speak but she hung up on him mid-sentence. He could hear her giggling as she did. At least her mind was occupied with something other than his betrayal. That was good news he surmised.
He sighed as he looked at the red panties, “No, that is not going to happen.” Although he suspected that it would give her a thrill if he tried to stuff himself into these. He put his trousers on, commando. It was a bit uncomfortable and he figured he would be raw by the middle of the day. He tucked her panties snugly into his pocket. He chuckled, wanting to see the look on Laura’s face when he told her. Two can play at this game and it gave him a thrill knowing her undergarments were nestled so tightly to his thigh.
He headed off to the CIC. Once there he fell into his normal routine. He was checking the DRADIS when he felt a change in the atmosphere. He knew she had just walked in. He could feel her now when she approached him. He felt a wave of fear as well as excitement wash over him.
“Admiral,” she advanced to his position, accidentally brushing against him. “Oh excuse me.” She ran a finger across his backside lightly, the process hidden from his staff by the console. She spoke and he turned to face her.
She didn’t flinch, either did he.
“Admiral, I thought we could go over the latest recon reports if you are available?” He wasn’t sure where she was going with this and his fear was ratcheting up with every word she spoke. He was beginning to feel rather exposed and her undergarments were burning a hole in his pocket, but he wouldn’t let her see him sweat.
“Of course, Madame President.” Bill was still trying to sort out his thoughts as Laura was moving to exit the CIC.
She turned toward him. “Admiral” she paused for effect,” are you coming?”
“Yes ma’am, by your command.” Saul’s head snapped up so fast his eye patch nearly went flying. She did not just say that in his CIC, well it wasn’t so much her saying it as the way she said it.
Bill shot Saul a look. “Right behind you,” He followed her not quite knowing where this was going to lead, but knowing for sure that his decision this morning was obviously a bad choice as his trousers tightened uncomfortably.
They ended up in his quarters. Laura sat at his desk pushing files around. She didn’t want to discuss any reports. He pushed his hand in his pocket and felt her panties. All these years of hardship and here he was acting like a school boy and it felt good. It felt good to laugh and have something nice to think about besides cancer and Cylons.
As much as it drove him crazy, her little prank was quite enjoyable if a bit uncomfortable. He was never sure what she was going to do next, but he knew one thing for sure, he was glad to be the object of her obsession.
She looked up at him over her glasses. “Admiral, the reports?”
“Of course. I have them right here.” He pretended to search his pockets and unable to restrain himself any longer, he tossed her panties on her desk careful to block anyone’s view that entered. A smile danced in her eyes and his heart did a strange flip when they did.
She picked them up and looked them over. He waited for her retort and perhaps the return of his own boxers. She eyed him through one leg hole, slowly her eyes moved downward. Bill felt himself blush under her gaze.
“No damage. I can assure you.” Bill said stoically and moved his hands to cover his crotch.
“I see that. Thank you, Admiral.” Laura got up and headed toward the hatch.
Bill followed her. “Madame President, don’t you have something for me?”
She turned and looked at him searching her pockets as he had done. “No. That’s all.” With that she left him standing alone in his quarters, still without any underwear. He shook his head, but had to laugh.
His smile quickly faded as his eyes were drawn to the large blank space on his wall above his couch. His beloved painting of the first Cylon war was missing. Bill shook his head.
Not again.
author: redrockcan
timeline: Crossroads, Part Two
rating: F for fluffy
words: 988
A/N: The second chapter in this series, the first can be found here Chapter One. Thanks as always to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Bill woke up groggy, tossing and turning all night did that to him. His quarters seemed so big without Laura. He was learning every second how much he missed her sharing his quarters. He got up from the rack and began his day with his usual regimen.
All was going like clockwork until he went to his drawer to get his boxers. The drawer was empty. He was sure he had a load of clean... his phone buzzed.
A realization was slowly dawning on him. He found a small envelope in their place. Inside was a picture of said boxers, a female hand he knew too well touching them and a note saying, “Find me if you can?” The phone continued to buzz.
No. She couldn’t have... and when?
He picked up the phone. It was Laura.
“Missing something Admiral?” She drew the words out in a low sultry tone, too sultry for this early in the morning.
He answered evenly “Why Madame President, what do you mean?” She ignored his question and continued on with her own agenda. She sounded a bit giddy and that made him smile.
“I left you something in return. Look in the lower drawer.” He did and found a lacy pair of Laura’s red panties on top of his tanks.
“What am I supposed to do with these?” he asked.
“I don’t know Bill, wear those or go commando. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
He started to speak but she hung up on him mid-sentence. He could hear her giggling as she did. At least her mind was occupied with something other than his betrayal. That was good news he surmised.
He sighed as he looked at the red panties, “No, that is not going to happen.” Although he suspected that it would give her a thrill if he tried to stuff himself into these. He put his trousers on, commando. It was a bit uncomfortable and he figured he would be raw by the middle of the day. He tucked her panties snugly into his pocket. He chuckled, wanting to see the look on Laura’s face when he told her. Two can play at this game and it gave him a thrill knowing her undergarments were nestled so tightly to his thigh.
He headed off to the CIC. Once there he fell into his normal routine. He was checking the DRADIS when he felt a change in the atmosphere. He knew she had just walked in. He could feel her now when she approached him. He felt a wave of fear as well as excitement wash over him.
“Admiral,” she advanced to his position, accidentally brushing against him. “Oh excuse me.” She ran a finger across his backside lightly, the process hidden from his staff by the console. She spoke and he turned to face her.
She didn’t flinch, either did he.
“Admiral, I thought we could go over the latest recon reports if you are available?” He wasn’t sure where she was going with this and his fear was ratcheting up with every word she spoke. He was beginning to feel rather exposed and her undergarments were burning a hole in his pocket, but he wouldn’t let her see him sweat.
“Of course, Madame President.” Bill was still trying to sort out his thoughts as Laura was moving to exit the CIC.
She turned toward him. “Admiral” she paused for effect,” are you coming?”
“Yes ma’am, by your command.” Saul’s head snapped up so fast his eye patch nearly went flying. She did not just say that in his CIC, well it wasn’t so much her saying it as the way she said it.
Bill shot Saul a look. “Right behind you,” He followed her not quite knowing where this was going to lead, but knowing for sure that his decision this morning was obviously a bad choice as his trousers tightened uncomfortably.
They ended up in his quarters. Laura sat at his desk pushing files around. She didn’t want to discuss any reports. He pushed his hand in his pocket and felt her panties. All these years of hardship and here he was acting like a school boy and it felt good. It felt good to laugh and have something nice to think about besides cancer and Cylons.
As much as it drove him crazy, her little prank was quite enjoyable if a bit uncomfortable. He was never sure what she was going to do next, but he knew one thing for sure, he was glad to be the object of her obsession.
She looked up at him over her glasses. “Admiral, the reports?”
“Of course. I have them right here.” He pretended to search his pockets and unable to restrain himself any longer, he tossed her panties on her desk careful to block anyone’s view that entered. A smile danced in her eyes and his heart did a strange flip when they did.
She picked them up and looked them over. He waited for her retort and perhaps the return of his own boxers. She eyed him through one leg hole, slowly her eyes moved downward. Bill felt himself blush under her gaze.
“No damage. I can assure you.” Bill said stoically and moved his hands to cover his crotch.
“I see that. Thank you, Admiral.” Laura got up and headed toward the hatch.
Bill followed her. “Madame President, don’t you have something for me?”
She turned and looked at him searching her pockets as he had done. “No. That’s all.” With that she left him standing alone in his quarters, still without any underwear. He shook his head, but had to laugh.
His smile quickly faded as his eyes were drawn to the large blank space on his wall above his couch. His beloved painting of the first Cylon war was missing. Bill shook his head.
Not again.