Her shirt was on the floor and at the revealing of her skin, Bill was lost. He was immediately down on his knees, worshipping the skin that was the source of so many of his tortured musings for so long. His hands, being so large on her small frame, were able to knead her back and sides at the same time. Having already been pushed to the edge of his control and trying not to hurt her with the strength of his need for her, his hands would alternately squeeze, and then release her body without fully letting her go. It was as though he were trying to pull her closer and release her at the same time. His lips were trying to become acquainted with every available inch of her midsection. As his lips were mapping her, he reached underneath her skirt and took hold of her underwear to slide them down her legs. She stepped out of them and it took all his force of will not to throw her down on the floor and take her right then.
Laura's head was thrown back the instant his mouth touched her body. Her hands were drawn to his head and she allowed herself to run her fingers through its thickness, finally admitting to herself that it was something she had ached to do long ago. She cried out when his hands took possession of her breasts; his thumbs caressing her nipples through her bra made her knees weak. He slid his hands up to her shoulders and brought the straps of her bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. They devastated him. If it had been another time, he would have spent days there. He cursed the nebula for the millionth time.
His mouth was hot on her nipple and his hand was rough on her skin. She gasped as he latched onto her and kept his head in place until he abruptly pulled up and looked down at her bra. Their hands were a luscious tangle as they tried to simultaneously reach behind her and undo the hooks holding the piece of clothing to her body. Laura gave a small, frustrated laugh at the further delay. It soon joined her shirt on the floor. She quickly undid the buttons of his jacket and hurriedly pulled the article down his arms, scraping him with her nails in the process.
"Sorry," she giggled. His eyes on her half-naked form made it clear that she had nothing to be sorry about.
His trembling would have made the task impossible, and when she undid his pants and pulled them down his legs, he had to stand very still with his hands clenched to his sides to prevent himself from attacking her. He was able to pull his tanks off himself and when he opened his eyes, he saw Laura Roslin looking at him with lustful anticipation. Truly, it was a sight he had never allowed himself to believe could be standing before him. Here he ran into a problem. His mind was full of all of the things he wanted to do to her: take her to his rack and make love to her body with his tongue for several hours, bury his head between her legs and make her scream for the next several days, make slow, sweet love to her until she was begging for release. Unfortunately, two weeks is a long frakking time and his rack was galaxies away. He knew he would never be able to hold on long enough for any of his plans. He glanced at the rack and then his couch which was much closer. She deserved much better than he was going to be able to give her. This was just a different sort of torture.
Laura looked at his furrowed brow and frowning visage and could easily understand his predicament. She took his face in her hands and said, "Bill. It's okay. I know." Lust and affection had made her voice sexier than it had ever been. He looked at her and concern remained in his eyes. She was stroking his cheek and nodding at him, telling him without words to agree with him. When he said nothing, she gave him a command. "Bill. Now." Her tone was kind, but firm.
At this, he smiled. It was a full, genuine smile that he only gave for special occasions. It was as if the skies had opened up. If the last two weeks had been a revelation for Bill Adama, then that smile was a revelation for Laura Roslin. She realized that she had not seen him truly smile for almost two weeks now, and her world was a dimmer place without it. So it was with a full heart that she wrapped her arms around him as he, in what seemed to be a single motion, lifted her skirt to her waist, placed his hands on the underside of her thighs, lifted her off the ground so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and carried her to his couch.
He sat down with a sigh and gave a heartfelt groan the entire time she was sliding down his achingly rigid cock. She was so incredibly wet for him and it turned him on more than anything he could ever remember. Here he was, two weeks of martyrdom behind him, and Laura Roslin was encasing his full length in moist heaven. He'd never been happier in his life. That is, until a moment later when he felt her trembling thighs pressing against his own and he registered the tiny movements of her hips as she restrained herself, waiting for a signal from him to begin in earnest.
His hips involuntarily bucked up into her and she gave him a cry. He lasted only a minute, which, when one considered the circumstances, was Herculean. He shouted when he finally, finally came inside her. Laura watched him yell as he reached relief at last and allowed herself a small smile. She waited, still as she could manage, as he rested his head on the back of the couch, eyes closed. She suddenly felt his seed leaking out of her and couldn't help thrusting her hips into him at the incredibly erotic sensation. He made a face that was half-smile, half-grimace and placed his hands on her hips to still her again.
"Just a minute," he said gently, too sensitive for movement. She knew that he would need her again and the next two days stretched pleasurably before her, but she also knew he needed rest and made as if to get up. "No," he said and pushed her hips more firmly down onto him, "I'm ready." And he opened his eyes to look at her. He saw the questioning and slightly disbelieving look in her eyes. To prove his point, he thrust one hand in her hair and used his other hand to push her firmly down against him. He was still hard. He hadn't even gotten soft at all.
She whimpered and began moving above him. With a clearer mind than he'd had for weeks, he was able to concentrate more fully on the woman he held so closely. His hands explored every part of her that he could reach. The feeling of being able to explore this woman as he pleased was a heady one. When he started using his mouth and his hands to learn her body, Laura started losing her own grip on control. When he caressed her nipple with his lips, barely brushing it, she whimpered again, this time in frustration. He magnanimously obliged her by taking her nipple into his mouth and suckling with all the desire he felt for her. "Bill!" she cried, and called out to him what he already knew was happening. Her whole body tightened and she shook as she climaxed in his arms. She fell forward on his body, her muscles demanding rest, but Bill gave her no reprieve. He continued pushing up into her and firmly guided her hips to continue with their movement. She couldn't help her cries at the almost excruciating pleasure of forced movement inside and on her extremely sensitive flesh. Her hair was wild as she undulated before him.
The second time he came inside her was not when she laved his nipples with her tongue, it was not when she held her own breasts in her hands, keening at the feel of her own fingers teasing her nipples at his request, it was not when her tongue was thrusting in his mouth, driving him almost to insanity, nor was it when she climaxed a second time, her inner walls clenching him tightly. No, it was when she was pressed against him, her hips fluid and hypnotic, her hands buried in his hair at the back of his head, her cheek pressed against his, and she whispered brokenly, "Bill," into his ear. That one word sent him over the edge. He called her name as he filled her again.
He thought he must have either dozed off or blacked out, because the next thing he remembered was Laura nibbling gently on his ear while his head was again resting on the back of the couch.
"Hey," he smiled a tender greeting.
She smiled back and gave him a gentle laugh that was better than any present he'd ever received. He kissed her then, wanting to give just her lips and mouth the time and attention they deserved. His hands had to join the party, though, and after only a few minutes, Laura was again moving surely over his still firm cock. His muscles protested this same position, however, and he pulled back from her. He thought happily that a rosy, flushed, sated but still lusting Laura was a perfect sight.
"Let me take you to my rack," he said, nuzzling her neck. Rather than laugh at the absurdity of needing to ask for her already given permission or make a joke about buying her dinner first, she simply nodded. They stood up and she removed her skirt. It was like a rent in his heart when he had to pull away from her in order for them both to stand. To repair it slightly, he picked her up and snuggled her close to his chest, unable to bear having her body be apart from his for even the short trip to his rack. After he placed her on the covers, he turned away. At her sound of protest, he reassured, "Just going to the head. I won't try to run away again, I promise." He gave her a silly grin, able now to laugh at himself.
He came back with a warm washcloth and he cleaned her gently, occasionally stopping to nibble or caress any part of her that took his notice, which made the process much longer than it needed to be, because most parts of Laura Roslin were attention grabbers.
He joined her in his rack and for the first time, their naked bodies were pressed fully against one another. He gasped at the sensation and rolled her beneath him. Her legs went automatically around his back and without hesitation he slid into her, still hard. It started out more languorous than before, and he was now in his element. His earlier dreams of making her beg were coming to fruition. She writhed beneath him, reaching whatever parts of him she could. He continually maneuvered his hand between them to circle and fondle her clit until he could tell she was close to coming and then he would withdraw. He had done this several times and she was almost weeping in frustration. "Bill, please!" she cried. He accommodated her and was allowed the sight of Laura thrashing wildly on his pillow as she climaxed around him once again. The sight was more than enough to send him falling over the edge again as well.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, but Bill woke Laura several times as the night went on, his need reasserting itself. After one of their multiple sessions of lovemaking, he looked at his clock and noted that a new day was about to begin. "Almost 2400," he said, pulling her back closer to him. "Mmmm," she murmured. They both thought of the next few days with sleepy pleasure. It would be filled with sleep and sex. Food would be a necessity, though not a priority. It was certainly an agreeable prospect. "So," he said casually, "what do you want to do tomorrow?" She turned sharply to look at him and noticed his goofy grin. They laughed and wrapped their arms around one another.
They were both reminded of how extraordinary it felt to be laughing helplessly in someone's arms and how long it had been since either one of them had felt anything like it. They felt extreme gratitude at being given such a benefaction at the end of the worlds. It was a simple matter to decide the best way of celebrating their newfound gifts.
Later still, resting again, Bill said hesitatingly, "Laura, there's something I want to tell you." She turned sleepy eyes to him. "When this is all done. I want to tell you later, when I'm over this. Because there's no reason for you to believe me now, but I just wanted you to know I have something to tell you," he finished lamely, aware that it was one of the most pointless, vague speeches he'd ever made.
She turned fully to him and placed her hand on his cheek. "I know, Bill. Me too." He looked in her eyes and saw the truth shining lovingly out through her tears. He gathered her up, content to know that she would be his to hold for the rest of their days and for the first time is his life, gave thanks to a nebula.