Do you want to dance, Ms Bag?
Ok, Ms icedteainthebag you obviously outrank me around here but I'm feeling a little Kat cocky and hoping I don't get Hotdog hit. Here's my round one effort. I await your comeback punches.
Title: The Break in the Cycle
Pairing: The absolute canon pairing of A/R (I checked there is no Laura/Lee theme on any of the soundtracks)
Rating: Mish
No plot. Set during 33.
Not my characters/not making money.
William Adama had just stepped out of the shower and was wiping himself when the comm link near his desk started buzzing. He automatically checked the time but he knew he had definitely not been gone from the CIC for more than ten minutes. He felt a rising panic spread through his body at the thought that DRADIS had picked up enemy contact before the usual thirty-three minutes. He breathed to calm himself, realising that had that been the case, Dee’s voice would be circulating through the room and a red alarm light would be flashing.
He picked up the receiver, resisting the urge to say ‘this better be important’. He had been hoping to make the most of this break.
“Sir, the President wishes to speak to you,” Dee informed him after he had snapped off his name.
“The President?” he asked in a foggy voice. She was the last person he wanted to talk to. He didn’t think this was the best time to banter with Laura Roslin considering he had spent almost two days spasmodically catching ten minutes of rack time here and there.
“She’s requesting a scrambled line, Sir,” Dee added.
Well at least he wouldn’t have any witnesses when she began to admonish him about anything.
“Thanks, Dee, put her through,” he sighed.
After a moment her voice came down the phone line. “Commander, I just thought I’d call to see how you were holding up,” she said. Her voice vibrated somewhat from the connection but he could still tell she was using her low authoritative tone that made him think improper thoughts about the woman.
“We’re all doing the best we can, Madam President,” he replied, stretching the cord of the phone as far as it would go so he could flop down on the couch to relax.
“Have you gotten any sleep?” she asked.
“Well, I,” he broke off. He didn’t think admitting that he was supposed to be sleeping now instead of talking to her was the correct thing to say. Their relationship was tenuous enough as it was.
“Oh my Gods, you were asleep and my call woke you,” she said in a breathless rush.
“No, no,” he quickly denied, for some unknown reason not wanting to make her feel guilty. “I was just cleaning up this cycle. I was just going to attempt to relax a bit in my remaining time.”
“Relax?” she scoffed.
“Yeah, that was the plan anyway.”
“How?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” he asked obtusely.
“How were you thinking of relaxing, Commander?”
A myriad of inappropriate responses flooded through his lethargic brain.
“You surely won’t be able to drink alcohol,” she pointed out.
“No,” he chuckled, “that wouldn’t be such a good idea in my present state. Have you had a chance to lie down?” he asked, effectively turning the conversation back to her.
“I am now,” she said, unwittingly filling his head with thoughts of her reclined on her small cot on Colonial One. “I can’t sleep though. I think it’s a combination of overtiredness, adrenaline and guilt.”
“Guilt?” he asked.
“I don’t think I should be sleeping while everyone else is working to save us from this situation,” she stated.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he agreed. “On the other hand you won’t be any help to us if you collapse in a heap. So maybe you should try and just close your eyes for a while.”
He heard her hum a response. He realised he was anything but relaxed at the moment. In fact, their conversation was making him extremely worked up in a way he hadn’t expected. He shuffled around in the couch, adjusting the slight swelling that she was causing.
“I usually read before going to sleep but my eyes are too sore to attempt that. Have you any other suggestions that could maybe help me calm down?”
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She wasn’t being deliberately suggestive, he told himself.
“Warm milk?” he offered.
She hummed again. “No,” she drawled the word out so that it had at least three syllables. “Don’t think that works.”
“Um, I just had a hot shower. How about that?” he asked, and then berated himself. Images of a wet naked Laura Roslin in his shower would not help the growing situation under the front of his towel.
“I’m afraid I’d have to come to your quarters for that,” she said making him bite down on his bottom lip and grab his now full erection at the same time. “The water here on Colonial One is not exactly hot.”
He was certain everything in his quarters would now be classed as hot, he thought. Hot and hard.
“You’re welcome to come and use my facilities any time you like,” he murmured trying to keep his voice composed but acknowledging he probably wasn’t winning that war.
She hummed again. He wished fervently she would stop making that noise.
“I’ll think about it Commander, thank you. Does anything else work for you?”
Your voice, he wanted to answer as he gave in and started stroking his cock visualising it was a small pale hand gliding up and down its length instead of his own.
“Commander? You haven’t fallen asleep have you?”
“No,” he almost groaned as a picture of her auburn hair tickling at his thighs as she sucked on him suddenly flashed into his mind.
“I suppose I should go and let you finish,” she said.
“Finish?” he somehow found his voice.
“Whatever it is you’re doing,” she giggled.
“Doing?” he said, feeling like an idiot as his entire repartee had now become repeating the last word she said.
“For what it’s worth, I think it’s a good idea. Much better than warm milk. I’ll definitely give it a go.”
He stared at the receiver. She had hung up.
Surely he was more tired than he thought and she didn’t know he was jerking off while talking to her. Surely she hadn’t just said that she was going to go and masturbate as well. He groaned again as he finished himself off with images of her with her hand inside of herself floating in his mind.
He checked his watch realising he was almost due back in the CIC. He would have to think about what had just happened and the consequences at a later time.
Round Two
Title: The Break in the Cycle
Pairing: The absolute canon pairing of A/R (I checked there is no Laura/Lee theme on any of the soundtracks)
Rating: Mish
No plot. Set during 33.
Not my characters/not making money.
William Adama had just stepped out of the shower and was wiping himself when the comm link near his desk started buzzing. He automatically checked the time but he knew he had definitely not been gone from the CIC for more than ten minutes. He felt a rising panic spread through his body at the thought that DRADIS had picked up enemy contact before the usual thirty-three minutes. He breathed to calm himself, realising that had that been the case, Dee’s voice would be circulating through the room and a red alarm light would be flashing.
He picked up the receiver, resisting the urge to say ‘this better be important’. He had been hoping to make the most of this break.
“Sir, the President wishes to speak to you,” Dee informed him after he had snapped off his name.
“The President?” he asked in a foggy voice. She was the last person he wanted to talk to. He didn’t think this was the best time to banter with Laura Roslin considering he had spent almost two days spasmodically catching ten minutes of rack time here and there.
“She’s requesting a scrambled line, Sir,” Dee added.
Well at least he wouldn’t have any witnesses when she began to admonish him about anything.
“Thanks, Dee, put her through,” he sighed.
After a moment her voice came down the phone line. “Commander, I just thought I’d call to see how you were holding up,” she said. Her voice vibrated somewhat from the connection but he could still tell she was using her low authoritative tone that made him think improper thoughts about the woman.
“We’re all doing the best we can, Madam President,” he replied, stretching the cord of the phone as far as it would go so he could flop down on the couch to relax.
“Have you gotten any sleep?” she asked.
“Well, I,” he broke off. He didn’t think admitting that he was supposed to be sleeping now instead of talking to her was the correct thing to say. Their relationship was tenuous enough as it was.
“Oh my Gods, you were asleep and my call woke you,” she said in a breathless rush.
“No, no,” he quickly denied, for some unknown reason not wanting to make her feel guilty. “I was just cleaning up this cycle. I was just going to attempt to relax a bit in my remaining time.”
“Relax?” she scoffed.
“Yeah, that was the plan anyway.”
“How?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” he asked obtusely.
“How were you thinking of relaxing, Commander?”
A myriad of inappropriate responses flooded through his lethargic brain.
“You surely won’t be able to drink alcohol,” she pointed out.
“No,” he chuckled, “that wouldn’t be such a good idea in my present state. Have you had a chance to lie down?” he asked, effectively turning the conversation back to her.
“I am now,” she said, unwittingly filling his head with thoughts of her reclined on her small cot on Colonial One. “I can’t sleep though. I think it’s a combination of overtiredness, adrenaline and guilt.”
“Guilt?” he asked.
“I don’t think I should be sleeping while everyone else is working to save us from this situation,” she stated.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he agreed. “On the other hand you won’t be any help to us if you collapse in a heap. So maybe you should try and just close your eyes for a while.”
He heard her hum a response. He realised he was anything but relaxed at the moment. In fact, their conversation was making him extremely worked up in a way he hadn’t expected. He shuffled around in the couch, adjusting the slight swelling that she was causing.
“I usually read before going to sleep but my eyes are too sore to attempt that. Have you any other suggestions that could maybe help me calm down?”
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She wasn’t being deliberately suggestive, he told himself.
“Warm milk?” he offered.
She hummed again. “No,” she drawled the word out so that it had at least three syllables. “Don’t think that works.”
“Um, I just had a hot shower. How about that?” he asked, and then berated himself. Images of a wet naked Laura Roslin in his shower would not help the growing situation under the front of his towel.
“I’m afraid I’d have to come to your quarters for that,” she said making him bite down on his bottom lip and grab his now full erection at the same time. “The water here on Colonial One is not exactly hot.”
He was certain everything in his quarters would now be classed as hot, he thought. Hot and hard.
“You’re welcome to come and use my facilities any time you like,” he murmured trying to keep his voice composed but acknowledging he probably wasn’t winning that war.
She hummed again. He wished fervently she would stop making that noise.
“I’ll think about it Commander, thank you. Does anything else work for you?”
Your voice, he wanted to answer as he gave in and started stroking his cock visualising it was a small pale hand gliding up and down its length instead of his own.
“Commander? You haven’t fallen asleep have you?”
“No,” he almost groaned as a picture of her auburn hair tickling at his thighs as she sucked on him suddenly flashed into his mind.
“I suppose I should go and let you finish,” she said.
“Finish?” he somehow found his voice.
“Whatever it is you’re doing,” she giggled.
“Doing?” he said, feeling like an idiot as his entire repartee had now become repeating the last word she said.
“For what it’s worth, I think it’s a good idea. Much better than warm milk. I’ll definitely give it a go.”
He stared at the receiver. She had hung up.
Surely he was more tired than he thought and she didn’t know he was jerking off while talking to her. Surely she hadn’t just said that she was going to go and masturbate as well. He groaned again as he finished himself off with images of her with her hand inside of herself floating in his mind.
He checked his watch realising he was almost due back in the CIC. He would have to think about what had just happened and the consequences at a later time.
Round Two