Fic: Kissing Tom Zarek (9)
Warning: Rating MA
Chapter 9 - He’s glad he got out of bed today.
Two seconds later …
Bill tried to process what Laura had just said. Did she really just tell him that she had had an affair with that prick Adar? He was trying not to make unwarranted assumptions, because he had been doing that all day and making a fool of himself each time he did. He didn’t need to continue the trend. Besides, sex with Laura’s hot presidential ass was imminent. He needed to keep his eye on the ball here. He did not want to frak up his chance at what he was predicting would be the best frak of his life (he was putting a lot of pressure on himself, he knew, but when you’re crazy in love you become prone to exaggerated expectations - gods, he hoped her expectations weren’t likewise, um, inflated). And Adar was dead anyway. He was irrelevant. And she had just kissed him again, which was a pretty godsdamned major cue to move on to the next item on the agenda - getting Laura naked.
“Bill, relax,” she said as she redirected her attention toward his cheek and neck, tracing kisses along his profile as he drew her in and held her close. “Don’t put the cart before the horse. Let’s concentrate tonight on actually giving ourselves something to worry about, and then in the morning we can fret to our hearts’ content about our responsibilities.”
He had to admit that she was very persuasive, particularly when she flicked her tongue along his earlobe. But still what did she see in a jerk like Adar? And why had she so quickly changed the subject (and unleashed this sexual voodoo on him)? Had her remark been more of a slip than a quip? Had she actually loved that prick (what was with her taste in men anyway, and what did this say about him)? Or had they just been frakking around? Was she just frakking around with him? That’s not what he wanted. He wasn’t going to blow his life apart, not to mention unsettle the fleet, just to get his teeth kicked in when she got bored and decided to move on. He couldn’t survive that. His eye was completely off the ball now, and he recognized that (boy how he recognized that as her tongue now darted across the skin peeking out of the collar of his uniform), but he couldn’t help himself. Without question, he was an idiot, but he just had to know. “Laura, did you just tell me you had an affair with Adar?” He knew that got her attention, though not necessarily in a good way, as it caused her to stop nibbling his other earlobe and pull back and look at him.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made that joke. It was stupid and insensitive given the moment.”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her by pulling his hands from around her back and up to her shoulders. “That’s not an answer, Laura,” he pointed out, ignoring the voice in his head that was screaming ‘let it go, moron, let it go!’
After an uncomfortable moment, she answered him. “I did have an affair with Richard, but that’s ancient history and, besides, at the moment I’m much too urgently interested in a certain other powerful man,” here she paused to smile devilishly and flash him some very intense frak-me eyes before continuing, “can you guess who?” she paused another wicked beat, “to waste time talking about the past.” She leaned in and kissed him passionately when she finished.
He could tell she really didn’t want to talk about this, but that only heightened his insecurity not to mention his curiosity, so he decided to fully embrace the stupid and not let the matter drop, despite the fact that her tongue was presently down his throat (Saul would shoot him on sight if he was here to witness this). He pulled back from her touch. “Did you love him?”
She clearly agreed on the stupid part, because she dropped her forehead in frustration against his chest. “Bill, is now really the best time to have this conversation?”
“It’s a simple question, Laura.”
“No, it’s not.”
What the hell did that mean? When you loved someone, you loved them, and you knew it, at least that was his opinion. He knew he loved her (wasn’t always willing to admit it, but he always knew it). Did this mean she didn’t know if she loved him? And yes he was going to get into a pissing contest with her about this, because he was just that godsdamned stupid and insecure (and apparently now so accustomed to being sex-deprived that he’d entirely forgotten how to take prompt advantage of the readiest cure when it presented itself). “Yes it is,” he told her.
She responded by banging her forehead a few times against his chest. “My relationship with him was complicated, but if you insist that I label it, then yes, I guess it was love, at least at certain times along the way.”
‘I guess it was love, at least at certain times along the way.’ Well there was a ringing endorsement of the constancy of Laura Roslin’s heart. He was here, his own heart in hand, rolling for the hard six, and this was his prize? Of course, did he really want her to tell him she had been madly in love with that prick Adar, that he was her everything, and that she’d love him until the day she died no matter what? That might somewhat impede her ability to say all that right now to him, which is of course what he really wanted to hear. He had to admit he was back to being totally flummoxed, which was par for the course this day. At least he wasn’t experiencing the red haze. That was a modest improvement. He put his arms around her, as she continued to rest her forehead on his chest, and kissed the top of her head, but he didn’t say anything. What could he say? Demand that she tell him she once loved Adar, but that she absolutely, positively loved him more, and that this time, unlike before, it was forever?
She returned the favor by circling her own arms around him, but she did not look up. After a moment, she spoke. “Bill, why don’t you just ask me what you really want to ask me, so that we can actually, you know, have sex before morning and Tory comes back looking for this jacket - that I’m still wearing by the way.”
“Did you frak Tom Zarek last night?” Was that what he really wanted to ask her? And was that what she had meant (he was confused - seemingly permanently and terminally so)? Apparently it was not, as she was again banging her forehead against him, and now laughing at him too.
“The stupidity of men never ceases to amaze me, “ Laura proclaimed. “Is that what all your ridiculous behavior today, including coming here, has been about?” She pulled back to look at him, eyes dancing. “Not that I didn’t find it all cute, mind you, especially when Lee laid you out at the gym because you couldn’t help ogling me. … Does it hurt by the way?” she asked, finishing with a quick teasing peck to the band-aid over his eye.
“So it was all on purpose!” He felt like a thousand light bulbs had just gone off in his head. Yes, men were stupid. But he was still going to get her back for that comment (and her plotting to drive him insane) at some point - but not the first time, because that was an experience he was just going to savor - and pray he could last.
“Not really, Bill, no. I’m not that devious. I just appreciated the events as they naturally unfolded.”
Hold it, maybe he hadn’t caught up entirely yet (though he didn’t have a problem with playing the fool, so long as the night still ended with him frakking her hot presidential ass and then them living happily ever after). “Wait, but that would mean you kissed Zarek last night, * and * danced with him, * and * sang to him, * and, *” complete the thought you idiot, she never answered your question, “maybe even frakked him, just because you wanted to.”
“Oh my gods, Bill, what am I going to do with you?” she laughed. “I did not sleep with Tom last night.”
“But you sang to him.” Why was it that suddenly that was the thing that annoyed him most? He watched her as she folded her arms and shook her head laughing, eventually doubling over from the giggles. He had blown right past imbecile at this point. His head literally hurt now from all the stupid inside. He sat down in one of her chairs and dropped his head in his hands, not even able to look at her. “You are killing me, Laura.”
“I’m sorry, Bill. I promise that’s not my intent. You do me no good dead.” She stepped over and leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. “I did all those things with Tom last night, though not nearly so colorfully as reported in that newsletter by the way, because I was at a party and I was having some much-deserved fun. F-U-N, Bill, have you heard of it?”
“Please don’t spell, Laura.” It was annoying, and it reminded him that he was about to (maybe) score with a teacher, only in all the bad ways. “And I don’t appreciate you flirting with Tom Zarek.” What the hell was he doing? Shut up! Did he want to guarantee that he’d die sexually frustrated (possibly via airlock in the next few moments)? He gripped his head tighter in his hands.
“I’m sorry, Bill, but I was under the impression that, at least until about five minutes ago, I was a free agent. And if you will remember, that was your choice. You were the one who stayed away from New Caprica, and you were the one who cited our responsibilities, chapter and verse, to me the other day.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Good. You should be.”
“I know.” He continued hanging his head in his hands, eyes shut. He thought he just might cry. Forget the airlock. Just shoot him, so that merciful death would be that much quicker.
“Bill, stop being pathetic. Surely you can figure out a more creative way to apologize.”
He almost opened his eyes and lifted his head at the challenge. But he was so worn out by the insanity of this day that he couldn’t even do that. He was also confused, because she suddenly sounded further away. Maybe she was getting dressed so that she could march him down to the airlock. He’d blown everything. And he’d been so close to getting more than he’d ever hoped for. He was a stupid, jealous old bastard, and he deserved whatever he got. And that was that. The silence that filled the room for the next half-minute was a deafening confirmation.
Laura finally broke the silence. “Bill, snap out of it, because I’m not going to wait here like this all night. I’m getting cold.”
“What?” He finally looked up, and he discovered that Laura had been doing quite the opposite from dressing for an execution. It was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen. She lay stark naked on her bed, resting on her side, elbow cocked and head resting on her hand. Her other hand rested gently across her stomach, framing points south, and her legs (oh my gods those legs - they went on for forever - even further than his wildest fantasies, of which there were so many to choose) rested on the cot loosely crossed. She was a frakking mind-blowing portrait of beauty and hotness, not to mention generosity for giving his stupid ass one more chance. She smiled broadly at him, clearly amused, no doubt reacting to the big shit-eating grin that had just exploded across his face. He was not screwing this up again. First, he was going to tell her he loved her more than he ever imagined was humanly possible (and he would emphasize that that was love not lust, though he would freely confess that his desire had also reached epic proportions). Second, he was going to frak her as hard and for as long as he could possibly manage, because she deserved nothing less, and because he might, at this point, actually die if he didn’t. He jumped up and rushed over to her, kneeling down in front of her and taking the hand that rested across her middle in his. But before he could confess both his general jackass-ness and his eternal love, she cut him off.
“I thought this might get your attention. … So Bill, are you now finally going to ask me what you * really * wanted to ask me before?”
He looked at her stupidly, and she smiled back at him in almost pitying amusement, as she brought up their joined hands to sweetly kiss his fingers.
“Let me help you out. Now, and keep in mind this is only hypothetical until it isn’t, but if you were to ask me whether I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life, and if I was planning on making that love last a lifetime, well then my answers, hypothetically of course, would have to be yes and yes.”
He felt as though he might burst with happiness, and he hoped she could see the joy written on his face. She was obviously too smart, too cool, too wonderful, too beautiful, too everything for him. He was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. “I have a hypothetical of my own that I’d like to share,” he told her, kissing her hand now in return. “If you were to ask me hypothetically again whether I would have eventually settled on New Caprica, my answer would be, of course, the first chance I got, because I needed to get busy building the woman I love more than life itself the cabin of her dreams. And I will build you that cabin someday, Laura. On Earth. And that’s not a hypothetical. That’s a promise.” She beamed at him as he finished, and it was glorious. She was glorious.
“Well, now that we’ve established that it’s true love, there are a few other things I’d still like to accomplish this evening.” She was expert at agendas - the consummate administrator - in fact, if he let her run the show here, she could probably work in a good four or five fraks for them before anyone else on the ship woke up.
“Such as?” He felt younger, lighter, freer, just plain happier, than he had in years. He kissed her hand again. He’d been racing desperately all day to get to this moment, but now he was content to take his time. After all, he hadn’t even finished properly visually mapping every one of her magnificent curves, which he now felt was important before commencing with a thorough and effective tactile survey.
But Laura was not in the same mood to linger over the optics. “For starters, I think I’d like to even out this clothing deficit.”
What else could he do but comply? He let go of her hand and reached down dramatically to … remove his boots. He knew that it frustrated her that that was where he chose to begin leveling the field. Her sticking her tongue out at him was, of course, a clue. He laughed as he next slowly unbuttoned and removed his jacket. But he did not continue with the requested striptease. It was time to subject Madame President to some torture - payback for the torment she had been subjecting him to all day (hell since the day she first stepped aboard Galactica). He kissed her deeply, letting his hands get lost in her hair before letting one wander with a light feather touch down her body, while the other eased her down into a prone position. He loved how she cooed as he kissed and stroked her. The sound of her murmurs, and the feel of them against his lips and tongue were amazing. It made him rethink his decision not to take his pants off, as he grew increasingly uncomfortable, but he was a man on a mission now and so he would just have to soldier on as is.
He didn’t linger in any one spot as he caressed her, for he had a specific target in mind. He was waiting for just the right moment, and when she moaned his name into his mouth as he made a lazy circle around her bellybutton, he knew it had arrived. He reached down and swept his fingers through her folds, already slick with anticipation, and was rewarded with another moan. He broke their kiss to look into her eyes as he gently stroked her and then pushed two fingers inside her. Her eyes were as expressive as her voice, as they lolled and flashed in rhythm with both his touch and her own thrumming. He had no doubts now that this was about to be the most amazing frak of his life. Bill pulled his fingers away long enough to grab her at the waist and drag her down to the edge of the bed so that he could have the best access, kissing her stomach as he did. Her bed was too godsdamned small, and he had no idea how they were going to manage to both be in it at once when the time came, but for this purpose it was an advantage.
“Bill, please,” she whispered.
He couldn’t quite tell if she said it to stop him or encourage him. He was guessing she didn’t even really know herself. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and got to work, lapping and laving, and reveling in every breathy invocation of his name, until she arched her back and called out to the gods as she came. For the briefest moment, he remembered the criminal lack of a door to this room, but such a practical thought was quickly swept away, when he suddenly realized that it was now fairly his turn, and that he could finally lose these godsdamned pants.
Laura clearly was on the same wavelength, as her body finally began to still. “Bill, get those clothes off and get up here now, because I would very much like to return the favor.”
He was not one to ignore an executive order. “Yes, ma’am.” He stripped what remained of his clothes in record time, and felt a flash of pride when he saw her eying him lustily as his cock finally bobbed free. Before he could figure out how to climb in with her without either collapsing the cot or rolling them both out, she had moved cat-like down the length of the bed to him and taken him fully in her mouth. Now it was his turn hum and gasp in time with her ministrations. But he could not let her go on for long. For as amazing as this felt, he wanted to be inside her for this first time. “Laura, please,” he whispered desperately. Turnabout really was fair play apparently.
She lay back, shifting to her side to make room for him. He joined her gingerly, trying not send them crashing over the side. “Next time we are doing this on Galactica,” he grumbled, as he kissed her and marveled at the feel of the hard peaks of her breasts against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
“Your rack is not much better,” she protested, kissing his neck.
“Every little bit helps.”
“You just need to be a little flexible and a little creative,” she said, suddenly flipping him with her legs and straddling him. “Agreed?” she asked with a laugh.
“Agreed,” he answered, nodding to her that he was ready as she grasped him to guide herself down on him. The feeling was exquisite, as she moved above him, her beautiful thrumming back again, its lilt mixing in his ears with the sound of his own blood rushing, as his heart pounded in furious reconstruction and rededication to its new owner. He held out for as long as he could, as her movements grew more urgent above him, but eventually he could not help himself as he flipped them back over again and began to thrust deeply into her, until he reached such a frenzy that he reached down and stroked her to bring them to a simultaneous release. He groaned her name as he emptied into her, but he doubted she could hear him as she shouted his. So much for being discreet. He was sure they had just kissed their responsibilities goodbye. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
He gathered her close to him, kissing her, as he tried to arrange them in a comfortable position. He had to settle for laying with one leg over the side, foot on the floor, and Laura resting splayed across his chest. All in all, not so bad, especially since she took the opportunity to trail soft kisses along the line of his scar. He pulled a blanket over them. “You are amazing,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her.
“I’d say that was amazing,” she countered looking up at him smiling and still flushed.
Gods she was beautiful. This was the best, once worst, day ever. “I’d say you made that very clear all along the way,” he joked.
She punched his side playfully. “I know I’m loud. I would think, though, that you’d appreciate the enthusiasm.”
“I did. I did. I’m just glad the press is not aboard after hours, because I could only imagine the headlines in the morning if they were.”
“You see now why I’m always visiting Galactica. And don’t worry about the noise. My guess is that Tory has cleared everyone out by now. Probably got everybody huddled in the cargo hold on the pretense of a disaster drill or Cylon boarding party,” she finished with a laugh.
He laughed too. “She’s so efficient that I almost believe you.” He pulled her down for a kiss. “I love you … and the press can print that on the front page tomorrow for all I care.”
“I love you too,” she offered, kissing him back. “It’s going to be okay, Bill. We’ll keep this under wraps. Nobody is going to find out, at least not anytime soon. Tory will make sure of it.”
Bill was about to learn, however, that Laura’s faith in Tory was perhaps a bit exaggerated. He was also about to learn that even though this was no longer the worst day ever, nobody gets off scot-free from the gods, not even the Admiral. As Bill pulled Laura close for another kiss, he heard a voice just on the other side of the curtain.
“Laura, call me crazy, but I just didn’t think it was right for us not to finish this bottle.” Tom Zarek opened the curtain and stepped into the room, holding the bottle that had been abandoned on the ready room table and two glasses. “No press here tonight, I was careful doubling back, so nothing stopping us … .” He froze as three pairs of eyes simultaneously opened wide, and then three voices rang out at once.
“Frak!”
“Frak!”
“Frak!”
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Chapter 9 - He’s glad he got out of bed today.
Two seconds later …
Bill tried to process what Laura had just said. Did she really just tell him that she had had an affair with that prick Adar? He was trying not to make unwarranted assumptions, because he had been doing that all day and making a fool of himself each time he did. He didn’t need to continue the trend. Besides, sex with Laura’s hot presidential ass was imminent. He needed to keep his eye on the ball here. He did not want to frak up his chance at what he was predicting would be the best frak of his life (he was putting a lot of pressure on himself, he knew, but when you’re crazy in love you become prone to exaggerated expectations - gods, he hoped her expectations weren’t likewise, um, inflated). And Adar was dead anyway. He was irrelevant. And she had just kissed him again, which was a pretty godsdamned major cue to move on to the next item on the agenda - getting Laura naked.
“Bill, relax,” she said as she redirected her attention toward his cheek and neck, tracing kisses along his profile as he drew her in and held her close. “Don’t put the cart before the horse. Let’s concentrate tonight on actually giving ourselves something to worry about, and then in the morning we can fret to our hearts’ content about our responsibilities.”
He had to admit that she was very persuasive, particularly when she flicked her tongue along his earlobe. But still what did she see in a jerk like Adar? And why had she so quickly changed the subject (and unleashed this sexual voodoo on him)? Had her remark been more of a slip than a quip? Had she actually loved that prick (what was with her taste in men anyway, and what did this say about him)? Or had they just been frakking around? Was she just frakking around with him? That’s not what he wanted. He wasn’t going to blow his life apart, not to mention unsettle the fleet, just to get his teeth kicked in when she got bored and decided to move on. He couldn’t survive that. His eye was completely off the ball now, and he recognized that (boy how he recognized that as her tongue now darted across the skin peeking out of the collar of his uniform), but he couldn’t help himself. Without question, he was an idiot, but he just had to know. “Laura, did you just tell me you had an affair with Adar?” He knew that got her attention, though not necessarily in a good way, as it caused her to stop nibbling his other earlobe and pull back and look at him.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made that joke. It was stupid and insensitive given the moment.”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her by pulling his hands from around her back and up to her shoulders. “That’s not an answer, Laura,” he pointed out, ignoring the voice in his head that was screaming ‘let it go, moron, let it go!’
After an uncomfortable moment, she answered him. “I did have an affair with Richard, but that’s ancient history and, besides, at the moment I’m much too urgently interested in a certain other powerful man,” here she paused to smile devilishly and flash him some very intense frak-me eyes before continuing, “can you guess who?” she paused another wicked beat, “to waste time talking about the past.” She leaned in and kissed him passionately when she finished.
He could tell she really didn’t want to talk about this, but that only heightened his insecurity not to mention his curiosity, so he decided to fully embrace the stupid and not let the matter drop, despite the fact that her tongue was presently down his throat (Saul would shoot him on sight if he was here to witness this). He pulled back from her touch. “Did you love him?”
She clearly agreed on the stupid part, because she dropped her forehead in frustration against his chest. “Bill, is now really the best time to have this conversation?”
“It’s a simple question, Laura.”
“No, it’s not.”
What the hell did that mean? When you loved someone, you loved them, and you knew it, at least that was his opinion. He knew he loved her (wasn’t always willing to admit it, but he always knew it). Did this mean she didn’t know if she loved him? And yes he was going to get into a pissing contest with her about this, because he was just that godsdamned stupid and insecure (and apparently now so accustomed to being sex-deprived that he’d entirely forgotten how to take prompt advantage of the readiest cure when it presented itself). “Yes it is,” he told her.
She responded by banging her forehead a few times against his chest. “My relationship with him was complicated, but if you insist that I label it, then yes, I guess it was love, at least at certain times along the way.”
‘I guess it was love, at least at certain times along the way.’ Well there was a ringing endorsement of the constancy of Laura Roslin’s heart. He was here, his own heart in hand, rolling for the hard six, and this was his prize? Of course, did he really want her to tell him she had been madly in love with that prick Adar, that he was her everything, and that she’d love him until the day she died no matter what? That might somewhat impede her ability to say all that right now to him, which is of course what he really wanted to hear. He had to admit he was back to being totally flummoxed, which was par for the course this day. At least he wasn’t experiencing the red haze. That was a modest improvement. He put his arms around her, as she continued to rest her forehead on his chest, and kissed the top of her head, but he didn’t say anything. What could he say? Demand that she tell him she once loved Adar, but that she absolutely, positively loved him more, and that this time, unlike before, it was forever?
She returned the favor by circling her own arms around him, but she did not look up. After a moment, she spoke. “Bill, why don’t you just ask me what you really want to ask me, so that we can actually, you know, have sex before morning and Tory comes back looking for this jacket - that I’m still wearing by the way.”
“Did you frak Tom Zarek last night?” Was that what he really wanted to ask her? And was that what she had meant (he was confused - seemingly permanently and terminally so)? Apparently it was not, as she was again banging her forehead against him, and now laughing at him too.
“The stupidity of men never ceases to amaze me, “ Laura proclaimed. “Is that what all your ridiculous behavior today, including coming here, has been about?” She pulled back to look at him, eyes dancing. “Not that I didn’t find it all cute, mind you, especially when Lee laid you out at the gym because you couldn’t help ogling me. … Does it hurt by the way?” she asked, finishing with a quick teasing peck to the band-aid over his eye.
“So it was all on purpose!” He felt like a thousand light bulbs had just gone off in his head. Yes, men were stupid. But he was still going to get her back for that comment (and her plotting to drive him insane) at some point - but not the first time, because that was an experience he was just going to savor - and pray he could last.
“Not really, Bill, no. I’m not that devious. I just appreciated the events as they naturally unfolded.”
Hold it, maybe he hadn’t caught up entirely yet (though he didn’t have a problem with playing the fool, so long as the night still ended with him frakking her hot presidential ass and then them living happily ever after). “Wait, but that would mean you kissed Zarek last night, * and * danced with him, * and * sang to him, * and, *” complete the thought you idiot, she never answered your question, “maybe even frakked him, just because you wanted to.”
“Oh my gods, Bill, what am I going to do with you?” she laughed. “I did not sleep with Tom last night.”
“But you sang to him.” Why was it that suddenly that was the thing that annoyed him most? He watched her as she folded her arms and shook her head laughing, eventually doubling over from the giggles. He had blown right past imbecile at this point. His head literally hurt now from all the stupid inside. He sat down in one of her chairs and dropped his head in his hands, not even able to look at her. “You are killing me, Laura.”
“I’m sorry, Bill. I promise that’s not my intent. You do me no good dead.” She stepped over and leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. “I did all those things with Tom last night, though not nearly so colorfully as reported in that newsletter by the way, because I was at a party and I was having some much-deserved fun. F-U-N, Bill, have you heard of it?”
“Please don’t spell, Laura.” It was annoying, and it reminded him that he was about to (maybe) score with a teacher, only in all the bad ways. “And I don’t appreciate you flirting with Tom Zarek.” What the hell was he doing? Shut up! Did he want to guarantee that he’d die sexually frustrated (possibly via airlock in the next few moments)? He gripped his head tighter in his hands.
“I’m sorry, Bill, but I was under the impression that, at least until about five minutes ago, I was a free agent. And if you will remember, that was your choice. You were the one who stayed away from New Caprica, and you were the one who cited our responsibilities, chapter and verse, to me the other day.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Good. You should be.”
“I know.” He continued hanging his head in his hands, eyes shut. He thought he just might cry. Forget the airlock. Just shoot him, so that merciful death would be that much quicker.
“Bill, stop being pathetic. Surely you can figure out a more creative way to apologize.”
He almost opened his eyes and lifted his head at the challenge. But he was so worn out by the insanity of this day that he couldn’t even do that. He was also confused, because she suddenly sounded further away. Maybe she was getting dressed so that she could march him down to the airlock. He’d blown everything. And he’d been so close to getting more than he’d ever hoped for. He was a stupid, jealous old bastard, and he deserved whatever he got. And that was that. The silence that filled the room for the next half-minute was a deafening confirmation.
Laura finally broke the silence. “Bill, snap out of it, because I’m not going to wait here like this all night. I’m getting cold.”
“What?” He finally looked up, and he discovered that Laura had been doing quite the opposite from dressing for an execution. It was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen. She lay stark naked on her bed, resting on her side, elbow cocked and head resting on her hand. Her other hand rested gently across her stomach, framing points south, and her legs (oh my gods those legs - they went on for forever - even further than his wildest fantasies, of which there were so many to choose) rested on the cot loosely crossed. She was a frakking mind-blowing portrait of beauty and hotness, not to mention generosity for giving his stupid ass one more chance. She smiled broadly at him, clearly amused, no doubt reacting to the big shit-eating grin that had just exploded across his face. He was not screwing this up again. First, he was going to tell her he loved her more than he ever imagined was humanly possible (and he would emphasize that that was love not lust, though he would freely confess that his desire had also reached epic proportions). Second, he was going to frak her as hard and for as long as he could possibly manage, because she deserved nothing less, and because he might, at this point, actually die if he didn’t. He jumped up and rushed over to her, kneeling down in front of her and taking the hand that rested across her middle in his. But before he could confess both his general jackass-ness and his eternal love, she cut him off.
“I thought this might get your attention. … So Bill, are you now finally going to ask me what you * really * wanted to ask me before?”
He looked at her stupidly, and she smiled back at him in almost pitying amusement, as she brought up their joined hands to sweetly kiss his fingers.
“Let me help you out. Now, and keep in mind this is only hypothetical until it isn’t, but if you were to ask me whether I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life, and if I was planning on making that love last a lifetime, well then my answers, hypothetically of course, would have to be yes and yes.”
He felt as though he might burst with happiness, and he hoped she could see the joy written on his face. She was obviously too smart, too cool, too wonderful, too beautiful, too everything for him. He was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. “I have a hypothetical of my own that I’d like to share,” he told her, kissing her hand now in return. “If you were to ask me hypothetically again whether I would have eventually settled on New Caprica, my answer would be, of course, the first chance I got, because I needed to get busy building the woman I love more than life itself the cabin of her dreams. And I will build you that cabin someday, Laura. On Earth. And that’s not a hypothetical. That’s a promise.” She beamed at him as he finished, and it was glorious. She was glorious.
“Well, now that we’ve established that it’s true love, there are a few other things I’d still like to accomplish this evening.” She was expert at agendas - the consummate administrator - in fact, if he let her run the show here, she could probably work in a good four or five fraks for them before anyone else on the ship woke up.
“Such as?” He felt younger, lighter, freer, just plain happier, than he had in years. He kissed her hand again. He’d been racing desperately all day to get to this moment, but now he was content to take his time. After all, he hadn’t even finished properly visually mapping every one of her magnificent curves, which he now felt was important before commencing with a thorough and effective tactile survey.
But Laura was not in the same mood to linger over the optics. “For starters, I think I’d like to even out this clothing deficit.”
What else could he do but comply? He let go of her hand and reached down dramatically to … remove his boots. He knew that it frustrated her that that was where he chose to begin leveling the field. Her sticking her tongue out at him was, of course, a clue. He laughed as he next slowly unbuttoned and removed his jacket. But he did not continue with the requested striptease. It was time to subject Madame President to some torture - payback for the torment she had been subjecting him to all day (hell since the day she first stepped aboard Galactica). He kissed her deeply, letting his hands get lost in her hair before letting one wander with a light feather touch down her body, while the other eased her down into a prone position. He loved how she cooed as he kissed and stroked her. The sound of her murmurs, and the feel of them against his lips and tongue were amazing. It made him rethink his decision not to take his pants off, as he grew increasingly uncomfortable, but he was a man on a mission now and so he would just have to soldier on as is.
He didn’t linger in any one spot as he caressed her, for he had a specific target in mind. He was waiting for just the right moment, and when she moaned his name into his mouth as he made a lazy circle around her bellybutton, he knew it had arrived. He reached down and swept his fingers through her folds, already slick with anticipation, and was rewarded with another moan. He broke their kiss to look into her eyes as he gently stroked her and then pushed two fingers inside her. Her eyes were as expressive as her voice, as they lolled and flashed in rhythm with both his touch and her own thrumming. He had no doubts now that this was about to be the most amazing frak of his life. Bill pulled his fingers away long enough to grab her at the waist and drag her down to the edge of the bed so that he could have the best access, kissing her stomach as he did. Her bed was too godsdamned small, and he had no idea how they were going to manage to both be in it at once when the time came, but for this purpose it was an advantage.
“Bill, please,” she whispered.
He couldn’t quite tell if she said it to stop him or encourage him. He was guessing she didn’t even really know herself. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and got to work, lapping and laving, and reveling in every breathy invocation of his name, until she arched her back and called out to the gods as she came. For the briefest moment, he remembered the criminal lack of a door to this room, but such a practical thought was quickly swept away, when he suddenly realized that it was now fairly his turn, and that he could finally lose these godsdamned pants.
Laura clearly was on the same wavelength, as her body finally began to still. “Bill, get those clothes off and get up here now, because I would very much like to return the favor.”
He was not one to ignore an executive order. “Yes, ma’am.” He stripped what remained of his clothes in record time, and felt a flash of pride when he saw her eying him lustily as his cock finally bobbed free. Before he could figure out how to climb in with her without either collapsing the cot or rolling them both out, she had moved cat-like down the length of the bed to him and taken him fully in her mouth. Now it was his turn hum and gasp in time with her ministrations. But he could not let her go on for long. For as amazing as this felt, he wanted to be inside her for this first time. “Laura, please,” he whispered desperately. Turnabout really was fair play apparently.
She lay back, shifting to her side to make room for him. He joined her gingerly, trying not send them crashing over the side. “Next time we are doing this on Galactica,” he grumbled, as he kissed her and marveled at the feel of the hard peaks of her breasts against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
“Your rack is not much better,” she protested, kissing his neck.
“Every little bit helps.”
“You just need to be a little flexible and a little creative,” she said, suddenly flipping him with her legs and straddling him. “Agreed?” she asked with a laugh.
“Agreed,” he answered, nodding to her that he was ready as she grasped him to guide herself down on him. The feeling was exquisite, as she moved above him, her beautiful thrumming back again, its lilt mixing in his ears with the sound of his own blood rushing, as his heart pounded in furious reconstruction and rededication to its new owner. He held out for as long as he could, as her movements grew more urgent above him, but eventually he could not help himself as he flipped them back over again and began to thrust deeply into her, until he reached such a frenzy that he reached down and stroked her to bring them to a simultaneous release. He groaned her name as he emptied into her, but he doubted she could hear him as she shouted his. So much for being discreet. He was sure they had just kissed their responsibilities goodbye. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
He gathered her close to him, kissing her, as he tried to arrange them in a comfortable position. He had to settle for laying with one leg over the side, foot on the floor, and Laura resting splayed across his chest. All in all, not so bad, especially since she took the opportunity to trail soft kisses along the line of his scar. He pulled a blanket over them. “You are amazing,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her.
“I’d say that was amazing,” she countered looking up at him smiling and still flushed.
Gods she was beautiful. This was the best, once worst, day ever. “I’d say you made that very clear all along the way,” he joked.
She punched his side playfully. “I know I’m loud. I would think, though, that you’d appreciate the enthusiasm.”
“I did. I did. I’m just glad the press is not aboard after hours, because I could only imagine the headlines in the morning if they were.”
“You see now why I’m always visiting Galactica. And don’t worry about the noise. My guess is that Tory has cleared everyone out by now. Probably got everybody huddled in the cargo hold on the pretense of a disaster drill or Cylon boarding party,” she finished with a laugh.
He laughed too. “She’s so efficient that I almost believe you.” He pulled her down for a kiss. “I love you … and the press can print that on the front page tomorrow for all I care.”
“I love you too,” she offered, kissing him back. “It’s going to be okay, Bill. We’ll keep this under wraps. Nobody is going to find out, at least not anytime soon. Tory will make sure of it.”
Bill was about to learn, however, that Laura’s faith in Tory was perhaps a bit exaggerated. He was also about to learn that even though this was no longer the worst day ever, nobody gets off scot-free from the gods, not even the Admiral. As Bill pulled Laura close for another kiss, he heard a voice just on the other side of the curtain.
“Laura, call me crazy, but I just didn’t think it was right for us not to finish this bottle.” Tom Zarek opened the curtain and stepped into the room, holding the bottle that had been abandoned on the ready room table and two glasses. “No press here tonight, I was careful doubling back, so nothing stopping us … .” He froze as three pairs of eyes simultaneously opened wide, and then three voices rang out at once.
“Frak!”
“Frak!”
“Frak!”
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