Thanks again for your comments. I really had fun reading you all. I had kind of a weird day (started with a message from my copropriete saying they arrested, again someone in our parking garage. Then finding out that fucker tried to steal my bike and took apart my rack and kid's seat that was on it. Spend our afternoon fixing it and shopping for another GPS tracker...) Anyway update is coming late but here it is.
Part 2 of the fic is kind of explicit, be warned ;)
Day 9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
They sat for a long moment outside, side by side, shoulders touching, exchanging glances as he played in the alluvial deposits.
"What are we doing here, Bill?" She asked.
"Enjoying the day, Laura." He answered, his voice deep and calm. He glanced toward her and a shiver ran down her spine. He always had beautiful eyes but here, in the open, under the direct sun and not some neons, they were even more bleu and so very mesmerizing. He put a heavy hand on her knee and repeated. "Enjoying the day."
She closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Their reunion was nothing like she expected. She thought, hoped really, he would call or message her in advance, letting her know when to expect him but nothing happened. When she thought he would seek her presence, and only hers, she mistaked. Here they were, in the most public place of the mudrock, far from the private greetings she hoped for. When she thought they would pick up their relationship exactly where they left it before she moved down to New Caprica… She swallowed hard, a knot setting place in her throat. Now, he was sending her mixed signals and she hated it. In her relationships, like in anything, she liked clarity.
"You okay, Laura?" He asked, before pulling her toward him, maneuvering them until she was encompassed between his legs, her back resting against his strong chest. There, he kissed her neck, her cheek.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She murmured, even more lost than before. She wasn't sure she could bear being in his arms and for them not to be intimate.
"I've missed you." He said before taking hold of her chin and kissing her. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, conveying his own longing and desire. "Can we go to your home? I'd like to spend some time with you…"
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She wondered what it meant about her that she always chooses powerful men to be with. She wondered even more what it meant about her that she absolutely loved going down on them, nearly as much as she liked for them to reciprocate. They had only stepped foot into her tent when she sunk to her knees, her eyes at his impressive bulge level. She quickly opened his pants and his dick sprang free. Her mouth watered and her core got even more wet. She lifted her gaze up and met his lustful gaze. She smiled at him, empowered by her effect on him. She took her tongue out and licked the bead of pre-cum.
His hands went to her hair and fisted hit, forcing her to pull back and look at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He grumbled, menacing.
"Oh yeah?!" She asked smugly before running her tongue along the underside of his dick. "And why is that, Admiral?" She took him firmly in her right hand, pumping him twice before swallowing deep, moaning around him.
"Gods, Laura." He groaned, his fists tightening their hold to the point of pain. "I'm not going to last." He panted. "And I don't feel like being gentle." He warned, using his grab on her hair to sink deeper in her mouth.
She laughed around him. She met his gaze and nipped the head none too gently with her teeth. "I'll let you know if you're too rough." She took him back in her mouth, sucking him up and down. "And I trust you'll be able to repay me." She licked him once more. "Saying the same way, humm."
He pulled her mouth back around his length, imposing his rhythm. "You got yourself a deal, Madam President."