Fic: Laura/D'anna
Title: Game
Author: cannibalcake
Word Count: 3641
Pairing: Laura/D'anna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through Occupation/Precipice
Note: This was originally written for the spread_the_fear Laura Roslin bondage challenge, but was too late and too long. The prompts were as follows:
- Bondage of some kind. (it does not have to imply a sexual situation - but it can...)
- Laura Roslin
- An innappropriate telephone call/conversation or the mistreatment of a writing implement.
- The word 'whoops'
- A minute of silence
Thanks so much to ellymelly and pocketwitch for your awesome powers of beta and much needed encouragement. *grovels some more* Also thanks to poisoniv13 for your continued patience and encouragement, not to mention, hooking me on fanfic to begin with!
D'anna watched.
She watched in fascination from afar as she had done every day since her people first agreed to allow the humans to continue their schooling on New Caprica. On the third day, Laura Roslin saw her. The school teacher looked straight into D'anna’s eyes leaving no doubt that she was well aware of the Cylon's presence. The incident reminded D'anna of when they first met on board Colonial One. At the time they had just finished firmly shaking hands when Laura observed D’anna with a confidence that was almost intimidating...almost. D'anna had honestly been taken aback by this meeting, but couldn’t be sure if she’d let it show on her face.
Laura watched her with the same air of confidence on the third day, holding D’anna’s gaze for quite some time before breaking their connection to once again return her attention to the class as if nothing had happened. D'anna's breath caught with the indescribable intensity of the moment. She wondered if Roslin had really been as unaffected as she seemed - but she couldn't have been… D'anna was sure of it. Laura Roslin was a deceitful and manipulative woman who could pretend with the best of them, but when it came down to it, that's all it was. Pretence.
The next day, D'anna came again to find the former President returning her unflinching scrutiny. It was several minutes longer than the previous time before she resumed her teaching. This routine repeated in the several days that followed. D'anna didn't spend too much time questioning what drew her there every day. She had admitted to herself that she had a preoccupation for the human a while ago when she was still masquerading as a reporter in the fleet. She had enjoyed watching Laura then as well, watching in fascination Laura's change from schoolteacher to President to prophet yet all the while maintaining a poise and grace solely unique to her. Indeed, even D'anna had been tempted to believe that humanity could be led to salvation by this woman.
On the tenth day, D'anna had decided she was thoroughly enjoying this secret game between them, and thought it would be interesting to up the stakes a bit by moving closer. She was also curious to get a better glimpse of Laura's face to see if it really was the mask of unwavering confidence it seemed from her previous distance. She found out it was when Roslin looked up and caught her eyes immediately, showing no surprise at the new proximity. In the days following, D'anna continued to observe from her new position, though it was much less discreet. If Roslin was upset by the occasional glimpses her students would sneak of D’anna’s tall Cylon figure or by the confused glances of her assistant, she gave no indication of it.
They probably assumed that D'anna believed Laura to be involved in the budding insurgence. Which, of course D'anna did. After all, Laura most definitely was. There was no doubt in her mind that Laura would fight for her people, but D'anna was not terribly concerned about this small opposition. Laura was a formidable opponent, but in the case of the Cylon occupation, she was a human beyond her means. The blonde wondered sometimes if that might be one of the reasons Laura was playing this game with her. Perhaps it was some kind of compensation for her apparent loss of the upper hand.
On the 21st day and D'anna was in her usual spot waiting patiently for those few moments with Laura Roslin. She had memorized Laura's habits and motions. A smile threatened the corner of her mouth as Roslin pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose for the fifth time today after leaning over a student's work. For the sixth time, Laura moved her hand to push her long auburn hair back behind her shoulder. Finally, D'anna saw a familiar change in the other woman's posture. It was an almost undetectable movement that had taken several days for D'anna to notice, but it was the only warning she had, and then Laura's eyes locked onto hers.
There was something different today. Today there was something new in Laura's expression. Something that caught the Cylon off guard enough to falter in her own silent response, parting her lips only slightly in surprise. Laura saw. D'anna knew Laura saw, and all she could do was continue to hold her gaze until Laura looked away. Afterward, D'anna wondered what exactly it was she had seen in Laura's face. If she didn't know any better she would have been certain it was a smirk. That would be far too crude in this instance for former President, Laura Roslin, though. Wouldn't it?
The image of Laura's face lingered with D'anna for the rest of the day. Laura had certainly moved this game up to a new level. The Cylon secretly congratulated herself on her patience in allowing the human to make the next move. Humans, even Laura, could always be relied upon for a certain level of impatience. She supposed the idea of death lingering over them was the reason for that. Smirk or not, it was clear that Laura was giving her an invitation to make her next move. Besides, if it was a smirk, Laura really might have the upper hand. Delicious.
D'anna returned to the school tent just before sunset. She knew Laura generally left hours before, but she was sure today would prove different. As she neared her spot, there was no mistaking the deep red waves of Laura's hair moving about the tent. D'anna slowly moved to the open flap and ducked inside, sealing the tent behind her. She knew that Laura was aware of her presence, and yet the other woman gave no indication that she was not alone. Instead, she continued her inane chore of shuffling papers around and tidying up. Far from being upset at this lack of reaction, the Cylon had been expecting and hoping she would do just that.
D'anna took four long, deliberate strides, placing herself just behind the former President of the Twelve Colonies. She leaned in to smell the light aroma coming from Laura's hair. It was from one of the sweeter smelling plants on the planet; a scent similar to what one might achieve mixing cinnamon and oranges. The tall Cylon wrapped her fingers around a lock resting on Laura's shoulder and pulled it back to expose the spot where the dark fabric of Laura's shirt met the creamy skin of her collarbone.
The smaller woman stood in place, yet continued to sift through a stack of papers in her hands. It was only when D'anna leaned further down to place a soft kiss on her neck that she dropped the papers, wheeling around until her grey-green eyes fixed once more on D'anna's pale blue ones. They flickered with fury and intent and lingered only briefly before she reached up and took hold of the back of D'anna's head, forcing her lips down to meet her own in a demanding kiss.
D'anna's lips parted in surprise as Laura's tongue invaded her mouth in a vigorous exploration. She allowed the human to push her back, stumbling into the nearest wall while she returned the kiss with equal fervor, lips and tongues clashing against each other in a raw passion that sent a surge of heat straight to D'anna's core. She could do nothing to suppress a moan deep in her throat, which suddenly became unnerving. She wasn't ready to give in to this human. Not just yet. D'anna reached up and grabbed Laura just below the shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and pushing her back to fix an icy gaze on her.
She saw a quick flash of rage in Laura's eyes which just as quickly changed into an expression of irritation one might give a stubborn child. D'anna felt her own ire rising at the human's arrogance. Holding tightly to Laura's shoulders, she practically threw the woman backwards onto a wooden desk
Laura gasped more from surprise than pain as the Cylon covered her, and brought her head down for a full assault on Laura's mouth. Still, Laura obliged, sucking D'anna's tongue into her mouth, causing her to groan once again. D'anna broke the kiss to lightly run her teeth over Laura's earlobe. The squirming body beneath her combined with the feeling of fingers grasping firmly to her scalp was causing D'anna to lose control, and she did not want that. She pushed herself up and Laura followed. Swiftly, D'anna grabbed Laura's wrists and moved them behind to rest on Laura's backside. Holding the former President's wrists down tightly with one hand, she reached under Laura's skirt and deftly ripped her underwear off in two quick movements. She lifted them, admiring the silky black material and the obvious moisture adorning them. Judging by the rueful look Laura gave the panties, she guessed they were probably the last pair of nice underthings Laura owned.
D'anna smiled, partially in amusement at Laura's distress and partially at the knowledge the panties were worn with anticipation of this moment. D'anna took the undergarment and tied it around Laura's wrists, binding them behind her back. Laura arched and spread her legs further, just resting her backside on the edge of the desk when D'anna used the slack of the scanties-turned-restraints to bring her wrists down to the wood. D'anna grabbed a nearby drafting compass that had caught her eye earlier and flashed the human a smug grin before driving the metal tip down through the fabric and into the wood, anchoring Laura to the desk.
Laura gasped once again, attempting to hold her balance against the desk after the unexpected action. D'anna held her around the waist to help her retain her footing and moved to kiss her neck, delighted when she tossed her head back to allow for easier access. As D'anna licked and sucked the tender flesh below Laura's chin, she moved to unbutton Laura's shirt, feeling the somewhat broken rise and fall of her chest under skilled fingers.
Laura's quickened breath began to vibrate sporadically with soft moans as D'anna trailed her kisses down to the newly exposed skin under the open blouse. The barely audible sounds of pleasure emerging from Laura thundered in D'anna's ears and caused a white-hot flash of desire to shoot directly to her already throbbing clit. She ran her hands lightly over the thin fabric of the black lacy bra, smiling into Laura's skin at the confirmation that her choice of underthings was no coincidence. Laura hissed her encouragement, as D'anna undid the clasp in the front to expose the milky white flesh underneath. She briefly nuzzled Laura's breasts before scraping her teeth over one hardened nipple and skimming her fingers along the other.
Laura arched up again, trying to force herself closer to the Cylon's touch, and D'anna's own want was making it extremely difficult for her to refuse. She closed her mouth around the firm nipple and sucked in as her hand squeezed and caressed the other breast. Laura's moans were becoming more consistent, and D'anna allowed her free hand to roam from Laura's back down to the hem of her skirt. Her knuckles grazed Laura's inner thigh and she released the nipple from between her teeth to move back and admire the flushed face and heaving chest of the former President, delighting in the gasp she received when she ran her finger along Laura's slick wetness. D'anna continued to observe in heated fascination as she plunged two fingers deep into the redhead, who whimpered in response. Laura felt soft and warm and tight, drenching D'anna's fingers. The blonde attempted to steady her own breath as she slowly withdrew, allowing the lightest of touches to Laura's clit while bringing her hand up to Laura's mouth. The other woman strained against her restraints and frantically began licking and sucking on D'anna's fingers, lost in the taste of her own arousal. A taste, D'anna decided, that she was not going to wait any longer to sample herself.
Retrieving her fingers from Laura's mouth, D'anna slid her hands down the squirming body and kneeled in front of her, hesitating briefly at the thought of kneeling in front of any human and somewhat uneasy with the excitement she felt at falling to her knees for Laura Roslin. She gazed hungrily at Roslin's glistening need and then leaned forward, inhaling deeply, reveling in the scent. D'anna couldn't suppress a small triumphant grin when Laura strained to push herself as far forward as she could with her wrists bound behind her, tethering her to the desk. The blonde spread her further with her thumbs, feeling the sticky dampness that clung to the red curls decorating Laura's dripping cunt. She reached out to glide her tongue along the wet, velvety flesh that lay beneath. D'anna slowly circled Laura's opening with the tip of her tongue while Laura moved her hips in a similar rhythm, attempting to feel more of the probing muscle teasing her.
When D'anna obliged, thrusting her tongue deep inside, Laura's moans grew louder and more insistent, echoing in D'anna's ears like a sweet melody. The Cylon wished she could hear more. She wished to hear Laura's words. She wanted Laura to beg and plead for her release and scream D'anna's name into the night. She also knew better. The former leader's non-verbal responses to D'anna's intimate ministrations had purpose and meaning. To release her words now would be far too submissive, and that wasn't the game Laura was playing. Really, it almost didn't matter with her grinding against D'anna's face like that. She may not control Laura's words, but she was definitely in control of her pleasure. And now she was ready to stop teasing. D'anna finally moved her tongue to slowly and lightly circle Laura's neglected clit, easily sliding two and then three fingers inside, her own desire raging as the other woman's groans became gutteral and primal. D'anna wrapped her lips around the hardened nub of flesh and swirled her tongue as she suckled it in her warm mouth. Laura's muscles began to clench around D'anna's fingers and her hips were bucking wildly and then D'anna heard a beautiful sound. Laura shrieked. It was an instant of piercing sound that she couldn't hold back- over almost as soon as it began, but in that moment Laura was hers, whether she wanted it or not. D'anna wrapped her arm around Laura's waist to steady her as she came, bucking her hips, and doing her best to muffle her sounds of pleasure. D'anna made sure each wave of climax was felt to the fullest extent before lapping up every drop of Laura's essence.
Still holding the smaller woman, D'anna rose to her feet and kissed the breathless Laura thoroughly before taking hold of the drafting compass and yanking it out. When she was released from the restraints, Laura grabbed on to the tall blonde for support, still unsteady on her own legs and shifted to relieve the soreness in her arms. D'anna continued to hold Laura for a minute or two in silence, feeling somewhat overwhelmed at the intimacy of the moment. She then felt Laura's hand moving up the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss.
Judging by the fervor of the kiss, Laura had apparently recovered much faster than D'anna had expected...or hoped. Still, D'anna melted into the warm lips and insistent tongue reminding her of her own lust still unsated. She felt soft fingers moving under her shirt, burning a slow trail of desire up her abdomen. Laura's lips moved down D'anna's jaw and she shivered at the sensation of teeth raking across her neck. Laura's touches were painfully gentle and soft; not at all what D'anna was prepared for based on the former President's earlier enthusiasm. She found she was once again caught by surprise by this enigmatic woman. Laura took D'anna's hands in her own and placed them at the hem of her sweater and then stepped back to move her eyes over the Cylon's body, ensuring there was no confusion as to what she wanted. D'anna pulled the cloth over her head to expose two full breasts adorned with plump pink nipples to Laura's approving gaze. The auburn-haired woman flicked her eyes downward, indicating she wished D'anna to continue her private show. The Cylon complied and shed her trousers and panties, revealing the wetness spreading between her long muscular thighs.
Laura moved forward and ran her fingertips lightly up D'anna's naked form, starting at the knees and moving to her bare breasts with only a whisper of a touch allowed to D'anna's hardened nipples. D'anna whimpered and reached out to caress Laura's arms and encourage the sweet torture, but Laura quickly grabbed her wrists and shifted her weight, easing her down onto the desk. She intertwined their fingers, guiding D'anna's hands behind her to wrap them around the desk's wooden legs. Laura held the Cylon's hands in place while giving her a firm kiss before letting go. D'anna understood the gesture and continued to grasp the desk legs tightly in accordance with Laura's wishes, while the redhead continued the all too gentle exploration of her body.
D'anna was soon writhing with tension, barely aware of the strangled moans she was emitting. Laura had still not ventured near where D'anna so desperately wanted her. She was aching and she could feel the evidence of her need growing, soaking her. The maddening touches continued for what felt like an eternity, until Laura finally lowered herself to place a series of slow, wet kisses up D'anna's inner thigh. D'anna groaned in unbearable frustration at the feel of Laura's mouth, her hair, her skin between her legs. She felt tears dampening her eyes. Everything this woman was doing spread a fire through her body, burning up her spine. She found herself gasping, moaning, twisting, trying to gain some release while Laura gently tongued her drenched opening. She no longer recognized the sounds being torn from her lips as she felt cool breath skimming across her throbbing clit. D'anna thrashed and bucked wildly when she felt the light brush of lips against the sensitive bud. She wove her fingers in Laura's hair, trying desperately to...Whoops. D'anna registered Laura's firm grasp around her wrist as everything stopped.
Laura Roslin rose with a piercing glare and D'anna had realized her mistake all too late. Frak! This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! She watched in silent horror as Laura buttoned her still open blouse and began moving toward the exit. The Cylon felt her stomach sink. She couldn't read the expression on Laura's face now. Laura was leaving and D'anna couldn't tell what may or may not come next. A wave of panic swept over her and she needed Laura's touch again. She needed that connection.
"Please." The word was softly spoken and hung in the air like a mist shrouding the room. It took a moment for D'anna to realize that she had uttered the meek plea. She hadn't meant to and wanted to take it back immediately. Instead, she opened her mouth again. "Please."
Laura stopped and remained standing at the tent opening with her back to D'anna before slowly turning with that same smirk on her face that had lured the Cylon to the tent that evening. She tossed her tattered panties at D'anna and walked out.
D'anna sat for a moment, stunned at what had just transpired. She picked up the underwear from the ground. The gesture was cold, even cruel, but it was also a promise. D'anna had been given another chance, and next time she would have to play by Laura Roslin's rules. And she would. Defeated.
Author: cannibalcake
Word Count: 3641
Pairing: Laura/D'anna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through Occupation/Precipice
Note: This was originally written for the spread_the_fear Laura Roslin bondage challenge, but was too late and too long. The prompts were as follows:
- Bondage of some kind. (it does not have to imply a sexual situation - but it can...)
- Laura Roslin
- An innappropriate telephone call/conversation or the mistreatment of a writing implement.
- The word 'whoops'
- A minute of silence
Thanks so much to ellymelly and pocketwitch for your awesome powers of beta and much needed encouragement. *grovels some more* Also thanks to poisoniv13 for your continued patience and encouragement, not to mention, hooking me on fanfic to begin with!
D'anna watched.
She watched in fascination from afar as she had done every day since her people first agreed to allow the humans to continue their schooling on New Caprica. On the third day, Laura Roslin saw her. The school teacher looked straight into D'anna’s eyes leaving no doubt that she was well aware of the Cylon's presence. The incident reminded D'anna of when they first met on board Colonial One. At the time they had just finished firmly shaking hands when Laura observed D’anna with a confidence that was almost intimidating...almost. D'anna had honestly been taken aback by this meeting, but couldn’t be sure if she’d let it show on her face.
Laura watched her with the same air of confidence on the third day, holding D’anna’s gaze for quite some time before breaking their connection to once again return her attention to the class as if nothing had happened. D'anna's breath caught with the indescribable intensity of the moment. She wondered if Roslin had really been as unaffected as she seemed - but she couldn't have been… D'anna was sure of it. Laura Roslin was a deceitful and manipulative woman who could pretend with the best of them, but when it came down to it, that's all it was. Pretence.
The next day, D'anna came again to find the former President returning her unflinching scrutiny. It was several minutes longer than the previous time before she resumed her teaching. This routine repeated in the several days that followed. D'anna didn't spend too much time questioning what drew her there every day. She had admitted to herself that she had a preoccupation for the human a while ago when she was still masquerading as a reporter in the fleet. She had enjoyed watching Laura then as well, watching in fascination Laura's change from schoolteacher to President to prophet yet all the while maintaining a poise and grace solely unique to her. Indeed, even D'anna had been tempted to believe that humanity could be led to salvation by this woman.
On the tenth day, D'anna had decided she was thoroughly enjoying this secret game between them, and thought it would be interesting to up the stakes a bit by moving closer. She was also curious to get a better glimpse of Laura's face to see if it really was the mask of unwavering confidence it seemed from her previous distance. She found out it was when Roslin looked up and caught her eyes immediately, showing no surprise at the new proximity. In the days following, D'anna continued to observe from her new position, though it was much less discreet. If Roslin was upset by the occasional glimpses her students would sneak of D’anna’s tall Cylon figure or by the confused glances of her assistant, she gave no indication of it.
They probably assumed that D'anna believed Laura to be involved in the budding insurgence. Which, of course D'anna did. After all, Laura most definitely was. There was no doubt in her mind that Laura would fight for her people, but D'anna was not terribly concerned about this small opposition. Laura was a formidable opponent, but in the case of the Cylon occupation, she was a human beyond her means. The blonde wondered sometimes if that might be one of the reasons Laura was playing this game with her. Perhaps it was some kind of compensation for her apparent loss of the upper hand.
On the 21st day and D'anna was in her usual spot waiting patiently for those few moments with Laura Roslin. She had memorized Laura's habits and motions. A smile threatened the corner of her mouth as Roslin pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose for the fifth time today after leaning over a student's work. For the sixth time, Laura moved her hand to push her long auburn hair back behind her shoulder. Finally, D'anna saw a familiar change in the other woman's posture. It was an almost undetectable movement that had taken several days for D'anna to notice, but it was the only warning she had, and then Laura's eyes locked onto hers.
There was something different today. Today there was something new in Laura's expression. Something that caught the Cylon off guard enough to falter in her own silent response, parting her lips only slightly in surprise. Laura saw. D'anna knew Laura saw, and all she could do was continue to hold her gaze until Laura looked away. Afterward, D'anna wondered what exactly it was she had seen in Laura's face. If she didn't know any better she would have been certain it was a smirk. That would be far too crude in this instance for former President, Laura Roslin, though. Wouldn't it?
The image of Laura's face lingered with D'anna for the rest of the day. Laura had certainly moved this game up to a new level. The Cylon secretly congratulated herself on her patience in allowing the human to make the next move. Humans, even Laura, could always be relied upon for a certain level of impatience. She supposed the idea of death lingering over them was the reason for that. Smirk or not, it was clear that Laura was giving her an invitation to make her next move. Besides, if it was a smirk, Laura really might have the upper hand. Delicious.
D'anna returned to the school tent just before sunset. She knew Laura generally left hours before, but she was sure today would prove different. As she neared her spot, there was no mistaking the deep red waves of Laura's hair moving about the tent. D'anna slowly moved to the open flap and ducked inside, sealing the tent behind her. She knew that Laura was aware of her presence, and yet the other woman gave no indication that she was not alone. Instead, she continued her inane chore of shuffling papers around and tidying up. Far from being upset at this lack of reaction, the Cylon had been expecting and hoping she would do just that.
D'anna took four long, deliberate strides, placing herself just behind the former President of the Twelve Colonies. She leaned in to smell the light aroma coming from Laura's hair. It was from one of the sweeter smelling plants on the planet; a scent similar to what one might achieve mixing cinnamon and oranges. The tall Cylon wrapped her fingers around a lock resting on Laura's shoulder and pulled it back to expose the spot where the dark fabric of Laura's shirt met the creamy skin of her collarbone.
The smaller woman stood in place, yet continued to sift through a stack of papers in her hands. It was only when D'anna leaned further down to place a soft kiss on her neck that she dropped the papers, wheeling around until her grey-green eyes fixed once more on D'anna's pale blue ones. They flickered with fury and intent and lingered only briefly before she reached up and took hold of the back of D'anna's head, forcing her lips down to meet her own in a demanding kiss.
D'anna's lips parted in surprise as Laura's tongue invaded her mouth in a vigorous exploration. She allowed the human to push her back, stumbling into the nearest wall while she returned the kiss with equal fervor, lips and tongues clashing against each other in a raw passion that sent a surge of heat straight to D'anna's core. She could do nothing to suppress a moan deep in her throat, which suddenly became unnerving. She wasn't ready to give in to this human. Not just yet. D'anna reached up and grabbed Laura just below the shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and pushing her back to fix an icy gaze on her.
She saw a quick flash of rage in Laura's eyes which just as quickly changed into an expression of irritation one might give a stubborn child. D'anna felt her own ire rising at the human's arrogance. Holding tightly to Laura's shoulders, she practically threw the woman backwards onto a wooden desk
Laura gasped more from surprise than pain as the Cylon covered her, and brought her head down for a full assault on Laura's mouth. Still, Laura obliged, sucking D'anna's tongue into her mouth, causing her to groan once again. D'anna broke the kiss to lightly run her teeth over Laura's earlobe. The squirming body beneath her combined with the feeling of fingers grasping firmly to her scalp was causing D'anna to lose control, and she did not want that. She pushed herself up and Laura followed. Swiftly, D'anna grabbed Laura's wrists and moved them behind to rest on Laura's backside. Holding the former President's wrists down tightly with one hand, she reached under Laura's skirt and deftly ripped her underwear off in two quick movements. She lifted them, admiring the silky black material and the obvious moisture adorning them. Judging by the rueful look Laura gave the panties, she guessed they were probably the last pair of nice underthings Laura owned.
D'anna smiled, partially in amusement at Laura's distress and partially at the knowledge the panties were worn with anticipation of this moment. D'anna took the undergarment and tied it around Laura's wrists, binding them behind her back. Laura arched and spread her legs further, just resting her backside on the edge of the desk when D'anna used the slack of the scanties-turned-restraints to bring her wrists down to the wood. D'anna grabbed a nearby drafting compass that had caught her eye earlier and flashed the human a smug grin before driving the metal tip down through the fabric and into the wood, anchoring Laura to the desk.
Laura gasped once again, attempting to hold her balance against the desk after the unexpected action. D'anna held her around the waist to help her retain her footing and moved to kiss her neck, delighted when she tossed her head back to allow for easier access. As D'anna licked and sucked the tender flesh below Laura's chin, she moved to unbutton Laura's shirt, feeling the somewhat broken rise and fall of her chest under skilled fingers.
Laura's quickened breath began to vibrate sporadically with soft moans as D'anna trailed her kisses down to the newly exposed skin under the open blouse. The barely audible sounds of pleasure emerging from Laura thundered in D'anna's ears and caused a white-hot flash of desire to shoot directly to her already throbbing clit. She ran her hands lightly over the thin fabric of the black lacy bra, smiling into Laura's skin at the confirmation that her choice of underthings was no coincidence. Laura hissed her encouragement, as D'anna undid the clasp in the front to expose the milky white flesh underneath. She briefly nuzzled Laura's breasts before scraping her teeth over one hardened nipple and skimming her fingers along the other.
Laura arched up again, trying to force herself closer to the Cylon's touch, and D'anna's own want was making it extremely difficult for her to refuse. She closed her mouth around the firm nipple and sucked in as her hand squeezed and caressed the other breast. Laura's moans were becoming more consistent, and D'anna allowed her free hand to roam from Laura's back down to the hem of her skirt. Her knuckles grazed Laura's inner thigh and she released the nipple from between her teeth to move back and admire the flushed face and heaving chest of the former President, delighting in the gasp she received when she ran her finger along Laura's slick wetness. D'anna continued to observe in heated fascination as she plunged two fingers deep into the redhead, who whimpered in response. Laura felt soft and warm and tight, drenching D'anna's fingers. The blonde attempted to steady her own breath as she slowly withdrew, allowing the lightest of touches to Laura's clit while bringing her hand up to Laura's mouth. The other woman strained against her restraints and frantically began licking and sucking on D'anna's fingers, lost in the taste of her own arousal. A taste, D'anna decided, that she was not going to wait any longer to sample herself.
Retrieving her fingers from Laura's mouth, D'anna slid her hands down the squirming body and kneeled in front of her, hesitating briefly at the thought of kneeling in front of any human and somewhat uneasy with the excitement she felt at falling to her knees for Laura Roslin. She gazed hungrily at Roslin's glistening need and then leaned forward, inhaling deeply, reveling in the scent. D'anna couldn't suppress a small triumphant grin when Laura strained to push herself as far forward as she could with her wrists bound behind her, tethering her to the desk. The blonde spread her further with her thumbs, feeling the sticky dampness that clung to the red curls decorating Laura's dripping cunt. She reached out to glide her tongue along the wet, velvety flesh that lay beneath. D'anna slowly circled Laura's opening with the tip of her tongue while Laura moved her hips in a similar rhythm, attempting to feel more of the probing muscle teasing her.
When D'anna obliged, thrusting her tongue deep inside, Laura's moans grew louder and more insistent, echoing in D'anna's ears like a sweet melody. The Cylon wished she could hear more. She wished to hear Laura's words. She wanted Laura to beg and plead for her release and scream D'anna's name into the night. She also knew better. The former leader's non-verbal responses to D'anna's intimate ministrations had purpose and meaning. To release her words now would be far too submissive, and that wasn't the game Laura was playing. Really, it almost didn't matter with her grinding against D'anna's face like that. She may not control Laura's words, but she was definitely in control of her pleasure. And now she was ready to stop teasing. D'anna finally moved her tongue to slowly and lightly circle Laura's neglected clit, easily sliding two and then three fingers inside, her own desire raging as the other woman's groans became gutteral and primal. D'anna wrapped her lips around the hardened nub of flesh and swirled her tongue as she suckled it in her warm mouth. Laura's muscles began to clench around D'anna's fingers and her hips were bucking wildly and then D'anna heard a beautiful sound. Laura shrieked. It was an instant of piercing sound that she couldn't hold back- over almost as soon as it began, but in that moment Laura was hers, whether she wanted it or not. D'anna wrapped her arm around Laura's waist to steady her as she came, bucking her hips, and doing her best to muffle her sounds of pleasure. D'anna made sure each wave of climax was felt to the fullest extent before lapping up every drop of Laura's essence.
Still holding the smaller woman, D'anna rose to her feet and kissed the breathless Laura thoroughly before taking hold of the drafting compass and yanking it out. When she was released from the restraints, Laura grabbed on to the tall blonde for support, still unsteady on her own legs and shifted to relieve the soreness in her arms. D'anna continued to hold Laura for a minute or two in silence, feeling somewhat overwhelmed at the intimacy of the moment. She then felt Laura's hand moving up the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss.
Judging by the fervor of the kiss, Laura had apparently recovered much faster than D'anna had expected...or hoped. Still, D'anna melted into the warm lips and insistent tongue reminding her of her own lust still unsated. She felt soft fingers moving under her shirt, burning a slow trail of desire up her abdomen. Laura's lips moved down D'anna's jaw and she shivered at the sensation of teeth raking across her neck. Laura's touches were painfully gentle and soft; not at all what D'anna was prepared for based on the former President's earlier enthusiasm. She found she was once again caught by surprise by this enigmatic woman. Laura took D'anna's hands in her own and placed them at the hem of her sweater and then stepped back to move her eyes over the Cylon's body, ensuring there was no confusion as to what she wanted. D'anna pulled the cloth over her head to expose two full breasts adorned with plump pink nipples to Laura's approving gaze. The auburn-haired woman flicked her eyes downward, indicating she wished D'anna to continue her private show. The Cylon complied and shed her trousers and panties, revealing the wetness spreading between her long muscular thighs.
Laura moved forward and ran her fingertips lightly up D'anna's naked form, starting at the knees and moving to her bare breasts with only a whisper of a touch allowed to D'anna's hardened nipples. D'anna whimpered and reached out to caress Laura's arms and encourage the sweet torture, but Laura quickly grabbed her wrists and shifted her weight, easing her down onto the desk. She intertwined their fingers, guiding D'anna's hands behind her to wrap them around the desk's wooden legs. Laura held the Cylon's hands in place while giving her a firm kiss before letting go. D'anna understood the gesture and continued to grasp the desk legs tightly in accordance with Laura's wishes, while the redhead continued the all too gentle exploration of her body.
D'anna was soon writhing with tension, barely aware of the strangled moans she was emitting. Laura had still not ventured near where D'anna so desperately wanted her. She was aching and she could feel the evidence of her need growing, soaking her. The maddening touches continued for what felt like an eternity, until Laura finally lowered herself to place a series of slow, wet kisses up D'anna's inner thigh. D'anna groaned in unbearable frustration at the feel of Laura's mouth, her hair, her skin between her legs. She felt tears dampening her eyes. Everything this woman was doing spread a fire through her body, burning up her spine. She found herself gasping, moaning, twisting, trying to gain some release while Laura gently tongued her drenched opening. She no longer recognized the sounds being torn from her lips as she felt cool breath skimming across her throbbing clit. D'anna thrashed and bucked wildly when she felt the light brush of lips against the sensitive bud. She wove her fingers in Laura's hair, trying desperately to...Whoops. D'anna registered Laura's firm grasp around her wrist as everything stopped.
Laura Roslin rose with a piercing glare and D'anna had realized her mistake all too late. Frak! This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! She watched in silent horror as Laura buttoned her still open blouse and began moving toward the exit. The Cylon felt her stomach sink. She couldn't read the expression on Laura's face now. Laura was leaving and D'anna couldn't tell what may or may not come next. A wave of panic swept over her and she needed Laura's touch again. She needed that connection.
"Please." The word was softly spoken and hung in the air like a mist shrouding the room. It took a moment for D'anna to realize that she had uttered the meek plea. She hadn't meant to and wanted to take it back immediately. Instead, she opened her mouth again. "Please."
Laura stopped and remained standing at the tent opening with her back to D'anna before slowly turning with that same smirk on her face that had lured the Cylon to the tent that evening. She tossed her tattered panties at D'anna and walked out.
D'anna sat for a moment, stunned at what had just transpired. She picked up the underwear from the ground. The gesture was cold, even cruel, but it was also a promise. D'anna had been given another chance, and next time she would have to play by Laura Roslin's rules. And she would. Defeated.