Silver
A particularly trying day brought about by struggles with the Hitei Kan and the Quorum finds Laura curled up by Bill's side on the couch as he reads her fuel reports aloud – waiting for news on the Hitei Kan. Ignoring the words themselves, she focuses on the soothing effect Bill's tone has on her, and the way that his glasses glint in the lamplight. Distracted, she sits up and examines the silver frame more closely, fascinated (though Gods only know why) by the slow and subtle winking of light against the twin frames. Shifting, she pulls herself flush against him, tracing the frame with her index finger, and watching the play of light on his skin – mesmerized. For his part, Bill continues to read, attempting to ignore the wave of heat pulsating through him at the sensation of Laura's body pressed so generously against his own. Noting his distraction, Laura takes the opportunity to tease him slightly, pressing herself tightly against him and reaching to the other side of his glasses to resume her languid strokes. She begins to move gently against him, pressing herself against his shoulder, then his chest, and finally settling on sweeping her hands in dancing arcs, from glasses to jaw, down the neck in a fleeting swipe, across his shoulders and broad chest, and down to his navel.
After a few repetitions, Bill grabs her by the wrist gently – distracted beyond belief – fingering the bangle that sits atop it every day. Leading her down past his navel, he allows her hand to rest on his waistband – reading now completely abandoned. Toying with the bangle, he is momentarily mesmerized by its winks in the low light. She looks down at their conjoined and contrasting hands, watching the play of light on her bangle and the reflections from Bill's glasses on the bulkhead. Raising his head slightly, Bill flutters feather-light kisses down the slope of her neck, watching in contentment as she shudders with pleasure. Raising his head further, Laura cups his jaw and trails his glasses with kisses of her own. Deciding that the glasses are too much of an impediment to her affections, she removes them delicately and folds them carefully, placing them on the side table. Bill thinks it is impossible that anybody should look so sexy folding (or rather, fondling) a pair of glasses. Returning her lips to his brow, she presses them gently against his heated skin, shifting to straddle his lap so that she can trace the curve of his nose before landing and settling her shapely lips atop of his. He pushes delicately against her lips with his own, melding them together tenderly. She parts her lips gently, and slowly they become more intimately joined. He runs his hand up from her wrist, dancing up her arm and across her shoulders into her wig – which he gently unclasps and sets on the sofa's arm. Spanning his hands over her bald head, he caresses its crevices, removing his lips from hers to be better able to roam the surface of her scalp with his searing kisses. Silvery heat flushes through her – so far gone beyond red, the heat has become molten and pure, coursing through her and into him through their re-joined lips. A shudder forces its way through her, and she grasps his hand, begging him to take her in a more comfortable and intimate place.
It is much later, when she lies in his rack naked and sated, that she realizes that Bill allowed her to remove his final personal barrier with no resistance. The glasses that so define and shield him were removed without much thought, while her shield still stands. Her bracelet glints dully in the lower light emanating from the head. In that moment, she realizes that she wants nothing more than to wholeheartedly give in to him, too. Removing her bangle delicately, she places it on top of the comm, removing her final barrier, and snuggles deeper into Bill's warmth.
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