Disclaimer: BSG (2003) and all the characters are property of Ron D. Moore. I merely borrowed his playthings to play a bit in his sandbox.
Enjoy! L
Chapter 4
They spend a lovely time over a delicious meal of seafood and white wine, and afterwards go for a walk with a gorgeous sunset over the sea. It is dark already when they arrive at home and enter their house. Standing in their hallway directly leading into the larger area which consists of their living room and kitchen, Bill helps Laura off with her coat and hangs it up next to his on the hall stand. He tries to walk past her into the kitchen, but is stopped by a surprisingly firm grip on his wrist. „Where do you think you're going, Mr Adama?" Laura asks him with an arched eyebrow. Taken aback, Bill faces her. „Well, I thought we might want to have another drink and settle down on the couch?" Laura comes closer to him, takes his face in her hands and, their lips nearly touching, says with a sneaky smile: „Settle down on the couch? I'd say we're directly moving on into our bedroom, but certainly not settle there." With that, she lets go of him and moves into the direction of their bedroom at the other end of the living room, her hips swaying, without looking back at him.
Bill, eager to follow her, locks the door first and switches off the lights in all the other rooms, trusting that he will be able to find the bedroom in the darkness. He sees a little flicker of light at the end of his way and moves toward it. Finally arrived at the door frame of their bedroom, he is startled by the picture in front of him. In the light of one single candle on the dresser, Laura is standing in the middle of the room in nothing but her panties, with a look on her face that is obviously supposed to challenge him to help her get rid of that last piece of undergarment as well. With one long stride, he covers the small distance between them and reaches up to gently lift her chin and make her look into his eyes. "No settling down, I see. But there's still something that we need to change about you here, isn't there?", he says, sliding his fingers into her panties to slowly pull them down. He feels Laura shivering under his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. With a swift move, she takes his hands which have been moving up her thigh and leads them to her breasts. "Well, Mr Adama. I'm far ahead of you on that matter. I think I might have to change something about you, too." Bill, who has already started caressing her soft mounds with his fingers, feels himself being pushed against the wall behind him while Laura is busy undressing him, starting with his dress shirt to reveal his firm, broad chest. Roaming across his muscles, she lets her hands wander further down, never breaking eye contact with him. When she reaches his fly, she does not unzip it, but cups him firmly, feeling his erection pressing against her hand. "And you thought we'd just settle down on the couch, Mr Adama?" she whispers against his mouth, brushing her lips across his. Instead of a reply, Bill slips his tongue into her open mouth, exploring her hungrily. Laura continues to slowly undress him, starting with his jeans, until he's standing in front of her in his boxers only. She presses herself against his groin, eliciting a groan from him.
"Much better than settling down," he breathes and then pushes her onto their bed with unexpected force. Laura looks up at him and flutters her eyelashes. "What, do you want me to be alone on that big bed and..." - and is immediately silenced by Bill who has kneeled down in front of the bed and is now vigorously attacking her folds with his tongue. Instead of teasing him any further, she leans back with a moan and pulls his head closer to her, her fingers curling into his thick hair.
Sliding one hand into his boxers, she grasps his firm shaft and runs her thumb across his pulsing vein. Bill, slightly distracted from his task, raises his head and looks at her with darkened eyes. Laura seizes the moment, grabs him by his shoulders and pulls him onto the bed, finally taking off the last bit of clothing that has kept her from having him as closer to her as possible. She now straddles Bill, who looks up at her, desire displayed all over his face. Slowly, she eases herself unto him and guides him into herself, eliciting a moan from both of them.
It feels all familiar, their rhythm, the heat of their connected bodies, slick skin pressed against slick skin. Laura leans down to also connect their mouths, and their tongues dance around each other, tasting the arousal in their kisses. When Bill moves his hand between them as they move faster and draws slow circles around her sensitive nub, he pushes her over the edge and panting, she rides him out, encouraging him to come with her. He does not need more encouragement than seeing Laura on top of him, completely lost in the moment, eyes closed, hands on his chest and he comes as well, collapsing inside her. They both take a few moments to just look into the other's eyes, hands caressing each other's bodies while their breathing slows down again. Gently, Laura turns them both unto their sides, not willing to break their connection yet. She settles her head on his chest, her arm spread across his belly, and, with a low hum, she confirms: "I really think we do deserve this after all, Bill."