Succubus Falls
By: LittleStrawbaby
Rating: M
Pairing: Laura Roslin/William Adama
Spoilers: None
A/N: To appease the 'shippers, as promised. g I don't own anybody, I'm not making any money. If I were, I'd be living the high life on some nice tropical island, lying on the beach, sipping apple martinis all day long. Thanks again to Socket, my beta extraordinaire.
She isn't surprised to find him sleeping, despite their scheduled meeting. She creeps closer, examining him carefully for the first time. She's known him for twenty-three days; twenty-three days of fighting, matching wits and hesitantly getting to know one another, only to be drawn off-sides by yet another crisis that ensues in yet another battle of wills about whose methods are the better for resolving things.
He sighs and her heart softens, he's a much different person when he isn't playing Commander Adama; she feels this somehow and she wants to know who 'William' is. She sits on a low table, watching him, wondering things she shouldn't. She reaches out and lightly touches his face with the backs of her fingers.
"Laura," Adama groans softly, moving into her touch.
"Yes?" she murmurs, smiling wickedly.
"Madam President?" he asks, groggy.
"Commander Adama," she says, her voice deeper than usual, a note of amusement in her tone.
"Our meeting."
"It's quite all right. At least one of us got a catnap today." She soothes his embarrassment, resting her hand on the center of his chest, pinning him to the sofa when he tries to rise. "I've brought some things I can look over while you sleep. I'll watch the time for you."
His hand closes over hers; he lifts it and raises it to his lips. He turns her wrist and brushes his lips against her palm, raising his eyebrows as her breathing quickens and her eyes drift shut. Interesting. He gently bites the fleshy heel and she moans softly, her fingers pressing into his cheek.
Later, neither can remember who moved first. They found themselves nude, his body pressed tightly against hers, moving together in a rhythm only lovers know. Her arms and legs are wrapped around him, clinging to his body for dear life. Furiously, he traces the length of her arm with his fingers, pulling her hand from his back, lacing their fingers together, and extending their arms over her head. She gasps and opens herself to him fully, her body tightening.
"Will…" she keens in his ear, her body going rigid in his arms, her hand clasping his tightly, her back arching.
"Gods…Laura," he groans softly, emptying himself into her, collapsing onto her gently.
His lips find the sweaty skin of her throat and he licks a path to her jaw, chuckling when she shudders beneath him, turning her head. She relaxes the hand that has inflicted scratches on his back, stroking the skin gently, lowering her legs to rest against his own. Their hands are still loosely joined, and she turns her head, meeting his eyes for the first time since their bodies joined.
"What have we done?" she whispers plaintively.
"The inevitable, Laura," he says softly, stroking her face. "Surely you knew we would come to this."
"Why?"
"Because we are all the other has to turn to. No one else can understand the things we face, the responsibility we have shouldered."
"I could've, if you weren't so damn mysterious and irresistible," she teases, kissing his chin.
"I couldn't. You're my Succubus."
"That isn't very nice," she chides.
"Trust me, I enjoyed every minute of it," he jokes, smiling down at her.
"You would," she laughs. The enormity of the situation hit her suddenly and she closed her eyes, shutting him out.
"Don't do that," he pleads, tracing her lower lip with his thumb.
"What happens when your Succubus falls, Will?"
"She lets me catch her," he whispers, kissing her.
The End