Landscape with a View
Green. It was everything, everywhere, every single direction he looked, except for up which was just a whole lotta blue. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen so much of it. Not on frakking New Caprica, that was for sure. And he'd never been on Kobol.
No, the only green in his life these last few years had been his ambrosia. And even that was long gone now. Oddly enough, he didn't miss it. Even now, alone with Ellen in the middle of this planet the Old Man wanted to call Earth, he didn't mind being sober.
"Saul, what are you thinking?"
He looked over at her. She was more covered up than usual, because of the frakking weather, but she was still hot as all hell. He was a lucky man, even if he didn't always realize it.
"I was thinking of how we're all alone out here with nothing to do."
She smiled, reading his mind like she always did. She walked over to where he stood.
"Nothing?" she asked, her voice smoother than any drink. He didn't say anything, only pulled her close, grinding his body against hers as he kissed her deep.
She tasted better too.
They settled down on the ground, a tangle of limbs. He reached under her shirt, hand slipping up until it cupped her breast, thumb stroking her erect nipple. It was cold to force them to keep most of their clothes on but godsdamnit he needed to touch her. Needed to be touched by her.
He groaned when she stroked his cock, even as he yearned for something more. He twisted around until he was on top of her. For a moment, he just looked at her again, this wild, untamed creature who wanted him as much as he wanted her. An ache passed over his heart as he remembered how close he'd been to losing her forever. But then she opened her eyes, reflecting his desire back to him, and Gods, he couldn't wait any longer.
His hands went to work undoing her pants; he knew he could trust her to do the same thing for him. After so many years – even more than he'd ever known – they knew how to fit together. It only took seconds until they were both ready, both panting as the tip of his cock pressed up against her, moist lips welcoming him home.
He called out her name as he pushed himself inside her. Ellen. Ellen, Ellen, Ellen. She was everything to him.
And now, as he looked down and began to move, all he saw was her.