no prompt for this one, I just found it on my hard drive. Takes place on Kobol
"Mmhh, it feels so good." She moans, her voice heavy from sleep. She wriggles her bum a little, seeking more contact and warmth. She instantly feels the hard proof of how content he is and, after taking a fraction of second to think, she doesn't move. Gods, she hasn't felt that comfortable in ages. Her head pillowed on his bicep, his firm body against her back, his warm breath on her neck and his other arm wrapped around her. His hand is caressing absent mildly her belly through the clothes, his heavy arm acting as a blanket. When he had suggested they sleep like that to stay warm, she was beyond skeptical but now... now she feels just so so good. Maybe a little bit of sex, an orgasm would be the cherry on top, and even… She chuckles, she can't remember a time where she felt so comfortable and lazy that she turnt down sex.
« What is it? » Asks a grumpy voice behind her.
« Nothing. » She replies with a smile, amused he doesn't mind their proximity, especially in his predicament. He moves even closer, nuzzling her neck before starting to gently suck her skin. She can't help but take a sharp inhale.
« Gods, that feels good. » Says the man behind her as the thought comes to her mind. He moves her hair out of the way and continues kissing her neck.
« It does, doesn't it?! » She whispers, lost in the feel of his hot mouth and tongue in such a sensitive area.
« And it's just the beginning, woman! » he states, rolling his hips against her at the same time his hands travel under her pants and, when his fingertips cross the threshold of her panties, he freezes. « Frak, Laura! » He grunts, pushing her away from him. « I'm so sorry. »
She reaches an arm behind him, grabs his thigh and pulls him back to her. « Don't go. » She pleads in a soft voice she barely recognizes as her own.
« I'm really sorry Mme President, I was dreaming even though it doesn't excuse my behavior… » He says, trying to keep a safe distance between.
« Commander… » She starts, her hand falling from his lap directly to his crotch when he moves.
« Bill » He corrects, trying to escape her.
« Bill, there's nothing to excuse. And it's not like I wasn't enjoying myself. »
« We shouldn't be playing with fire. You're the president, I'm the commander. We have to keep a cool head. »
« I would agree if I wasn't dying, if coming here didn't mean costing so much blood. Bill, I can't remember the last time I felt so good, and I'm not even talking about sex. I can't even remember the last time I woke up in a man's arms. Isn't it sad? My life is coming to an end so very fast, we might both die today here and … » Her voice broke a little. She didn't mean to say all of this out loud but losing Elosha and at the same time finding a comfort she didn't think possible shook her.
« I… I can't remember either. » He states. Putting his hand on her hip he brings her back to him.
She lifts her head, allowing him to embrace her again and let out a pleased sigh once settled back in his arms. They stayed like that for a little while, not daring to move, afraid to break the spell but not as comfortable as before. Finally, Laura started caressing the arm resting around her mid section. She likes what she feels: strong and powerful muscles, something she's not accustomed to in her men. Bill finally relaxes too and moves back his head against her neck. He nuzzles tentatively her soft skin, moving some errand strands with his breath. Relaxing slowly, he finally resumes kissing her. He can taste the salt on her skin, her wonderful smell so present due to lack of shower. He runs his tongue where neck meets shoulder, making her gasp and shiver in his arms.
Then... Then everything goes fast. In a blur of caresses and moans, he finds himself with his hands down her panties and hers stroking him. His senses are in overdrive, especially his sense of touch. With one of his hands, he's exploring all he can access: her arms, her hands, her neck, her warm and soft belly. His other one is trapped in her oh so tight, warm and wet body, learning what she likes, where she needs pressure or where the ghost of a touch drives her crazy. And her petite hand, so cold, squeezing him up and down at a lazy pace.
"Gods, it's so good." The both moan at the same time, chuckling immediately. As her body shakes with her laugh, his fingers reach that perfect spot inside of her, making her clench and whimper and bite his other arm. He focuses his efforts on it, his thumb already grazing her clit in what seems to be a very effective manner. Her sounds, her walls so tightly wrapped around his fingers, her increased and anarchics strokes around his member...
Oh, he's lost, he's so lost and he loves every second of it. The moment her orgasm hits her, he can't hold his own any longer. He would have liked to be able to prolong her experience, to make her come down long and slow but he can't. As his release hits him, a revelation too: that can't be their farewell to sex.