~BSG: Thirty Plus Three
Title: Thirty Plus Three
Author: kastari
Summary: It wasn’t a motor hooked up to a bed that had her humming.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 33rd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: 33
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Thirty Plus Three
It was a hard day’s night.
Although there was soft music and candlelight, they were not dancing.
Naked, Laura Roslin lay face down on the floor of William Adama’s quarters.
His oriental rug never looked so good.
Her creamy white skin glistening with oil, his hands caressed her body, massaging the familiar curves.
She hummed at his touch.
“Has anyone ever told you, Adama, that you have magic fingers?”
He laughed.
“I find it hard to believe that you’ve ever experienced the buzz from deep within a mattress.”
“Really?”
“You in cheap motels on vibrating beds used for less than therapeutic advantages and more as giant kinky toys?”
“You think I didn’t do kink?”
The real question was did she now, but he didn’t ask.
She giggled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Admiral. And you thought blondes had more fun.”
He stopped kneading her.
“Three more minutes, Adama.”
“I’ve already been working on you for thirty. It’s my turn, Roslin.”
“Please?”
It was the way she said it. How could he refuse her? She was his Commander in Chief. It was his duty to serve her.
“Three more minutes, Madame President. Then I expect to be buzzing.”
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: It wasn’t a motor hooked up to a bed that had her humming.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 33rd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: 33
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Thirty Plus Three
It was a hard day’s night.
Although there was soft music and candlelight, they were not dancing.
Naked, Laura Roslin lay face down on the floor of William Adama’s quarters.
His oriental rug never looked so good.
Her creamy white skin glistening with oil, his hands caressed her body, massaging the familiar curves.
She hummed at his touch.
“Has anyone ever told you, Adama, that you have magic fingers?”
He laughed.
“I find it hard to believe that you’ve ever experienced the buzz from deep within a mattress.”
“Really?”
“You in cheap motels on vibrating beds used for less than therapeutic advantages and more as giant kinky toys?”
“You think I didn’t do kink?”
The real question was did she now, but he didn’t ask.
She giggled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Admiral. And you thought blondes had more fun.”
He stopped kneading her.
“Three more minutes, Adama.”
“I’ve already been working on you for thirty. It’s my turn, Roslin.”
“Please?”
It was the way she said it. How could he refuse her? She was his Commander in Chief. It was his duty to serve her.
“Three more minutes, Madame President. Then I expect to be buzzing.”
~finis~