The Inside of the Cabin (A/R Drabble)
Title: The Inside of the Cabin
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: M
A/N: A big thank you to bsg_aussiegirl for her awesome beta skills! You rock aussie :-) Also I do not own these characters. *sigh*
“We have certain responsibilities.” The words rang in her head as she made her way from the Wardroom towards the Raptor that would take her home.
Home.
What was that? A cot in a makeshift room with only a curtain to separate her private room from any prying eyes?
No, when Laura thought of home there was only one image that came to mind: a cabin by a lake. The water is so clear it's like looking through glass. It would sit amongst the trees, keeping her hidden from the rest of the human race.
All except one.
Picturing the interior of the cabin came easier than expected. A comfortable leather couch, book shelves full to the brim, a desk tucked away at the back...Her breath caught in her throat as Laura realised she had been imagining the inside of her cabin to look exactly like Bill's quarters. The only place within the Fleet that she truly felt comfortable.
Glancing around her she recognised she was near the corridor leading to those exact quarters. Making up her mind, she hurried along until her hand reached out and felt the cool metal of their hatch.
Stepping inside she called out to Bill. When no one answered she moved toward the back of the cabin.
Her jacket was the first item of clothing to fall. Shaky fingers undid each button on her blouse until the material hung open loosely before it also succumbed and landed haphazardly on the floor. Her skirt was next, pooling at her feet until she kicked it away impatiently.
She removed her shoes before sinking down onto the rack. It was so much more comfortable than her cot. She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips at the sensual feel of the woollen blanket against her bare skin.
The hatch clanged shut. She heard a scuffling of feet until they stopped abruptly. She presumed he had found her abandoned clothes.
“Laura?”
“Back here, Bill.”
She wished there was still a camera left in the world to capture Bill’s face when he rounded the corner and saw a half-naked President of the Twelve Colonies reclined on his rack.
"Lau...ra," he managed to choke out. "What are you doing?" She smirked as he involuntarily took a step closer.
“Frak the responsibilities, Bill.”
“We can’t.”
Despite his words he moved closer still and lowered himself to sit beside her. His hand hovered over her skin that was now aching to be touched.
“We’re the perfectly composed leaders every day. Just this once, Bill," she whispered, "break the rules.”
His hand lowered to feather a touch across her stomach. They both moaned at the skin-to-skin contact.
A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he lowered his face toward hers. “A schoolteacher telling me to break the rules," he teased. "Who'd have thought?”
His lips crashed down on hers halting any retorts.
The only sounds to emit from his quarters from that moment on were a series of contented hums, moans and sighs.
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: M
A/N: A big thank you to bsg_aussiegirl for her awesome beta skills! You rock aussie :-) Also I do not own these characters. *sigh*
“We have certain responsibilities.” The words rang in her head as she made her way from the Wardroom towards the Raptor that would take her home.
Home.
What was that? A cot in a makeshift room with only a curtain to separate her private room from any prying eyes?
No, when Laura thought of home there was only one image that came to mind: a cabin by a lake. The water is so clear it's like looking through glass. It would sit amongst the trees, keeping her hidden from the rest of the human race.
All except one.
Picturing the interior of the cabin came easier than expected. A comfortable leather couch, book shelves full to the brim, a desk tucked away at the back...Her breath caught in her throat as Laura realised she had been imagining the inside of her cabin to look exactly like Bill's quarters. The only place within the Fleet that she truly felt comfortable.
Glancing around her she recognised she was near the corridor leading to those exact quarters. Making up her mind, she hurried along until her hand reached out and felt the cool metal of their hatch.
Stepping inside she called out to Bill. When no one answered she moved toward the back of the cabin.
Her jacket was the first item of clothing to fall. Shaky fingers undid each button on her blouse until the material hung open loosely before it also succumbed and landed haphazardly on the floor. Her skirt was next, pooling at her feet until she kicked it away impatiently.
She removed her shoes before sinking down onto the rack. It was so much more comfortable than her cot. She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips at the sensual feel of the woollen blanket against her bare skin.
The hatch clanged shut. She heard a scuffling of feet until they stopped abruptly. She presumed he had found her abandoned clothes.
“Laura?”
“Back here, Bill.”
She wished there was still a camera left in the world to capture Bill’s face when he rounded the corner and saw a half-naked President of the Twelve Colonies reclined on his rack.
"Lau...ra," he managed to choke out. "What are you doing?" She smirked as he involuntarily took a step closer.
“Frak the responsibilities, Bill.”
“We can’t.”
Despite his words he moved closer still and lowered himself to sit beside her. His hand hovered over her skin that was now aching to be touched.
“We’re the perfectly composed leaders every day. Just this once, Bill," she whispered, "break the rules.”
His hand lowered to feather a touch across her stomach. They both moaned at the skin-to-skin contact.
A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he lowered his face toward hers. “A schoolteacher telling me to break the rules," he teased. "Who'd have thought?”
His lips crashed down on hers halting any retorts.
The only sounds to emit from his quarters from that moment on were a series of contented hums, moans and sighs.