I hope this will be the first of a series. The connection between each story should become evident very quickly. Nothing terribly deep, and I'm not sure how many of them there'll be. Hope you like, though.

As always, thanks to those kind enough to take the time to review...

Disclaimer: I still don't own the Battlestar characters, but I continue to enjoy playing around with them. I'll admit if I could earn money doing this, I would, but since it's unlikely, I'm not quitting my day job. :>

Call It Whatever You Like
by: Mariel

1 - Colonial Day

-Celebratory-

They were adults, after all.

So attraction had led to dancing, which had led to a quick walk to his quarters and celebratory sex in his rack.

No regrets there.

He'd been playful, ardent, confident, and considerate. She'd found herself surprisingly ready, her expectations more than met, and her effect on him - and his on her - more than satisfactory.

Walking from his quarters to the shuttle that would take her back to Colonial One, she had been only partially successful in keeping a satisfied grin off her face.

It had been a long time in coming.

She didn't know where this moment of indiscretion would lead, but it had been building for a while and she couldn't regret it; not with their shared desire still clouding her thoughts...and not with the feel of his hands lingering on her skin and the taste of him still on her lips.

Settling back in her seat as the transport ship was brought out of the landing pod, she smiled.

It made her feel deliciously wanton to think that the last remnants of the seed he had spilled into her was now slowly staining her underwear.

She fingered the collar of her shirt, pulling it to her more closely. He had marked her.

In a frenzied moment of desire she had allowed it. Wanted it.

Had held his head against her and actively encouraged it.

Impulsively, she raised a hand to her face and inhaled slightly. She could smell him on her fingertips - a male scent, mixed with soap and sex and a faint cologne. All distinctly his. Her body recognised it and a thrill of sexual response coursed through her.

She leaned against her headrest, wondering what his reaction would be to the trails her nails had left on his back and shoulders. It had felt good to hold on to something so tightly she damaged it; had felt good to be so out of control she couldn't stop herself.

So out of control she didn't want to stop herself.

She had never experienced that kind of abandon before, but oh, gods, she promised, what had happened would happen again.

She moved slightly in her seat, enjoying her body's awakening.

-xxx-

Billy sat and watched the president discreetly. He'd seen the marks on her throat that she'd furtively tried to cover. He knew the secret behind her pleased expression because he knew from whose quarters she had emerged and knew just by the look of her what had taken place.

He looked down at his clasped hands and hid his smile.

Finally.

It was a secret he would happily keep.

End

Part 1
Moments