"Hallelujah" Adama/Roslin fic
Title: Hallelujah
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. This makes me incredibly sad.
A/N: This was written for larsfarm77 's birthday, she wanted "angsty porn" so this is the result of said prompt. Her birthday isn't for another few days, but I need to post this now and get working on about_time 's latest prompt...HUGE thank you to nixmom and kastari for their help and guidance.
The narrow room is dark, the floor is cold and damp, and Laura can make out the wails and groans in the cell next to her.
She arches her back as Bill’s tongue swirls around her labia. She’s dizzy from the sensations that his fluttering, hot tongue is creating in her. His strong, broad hands are the only things anchoring her to the flimsy mattress.
Time seems so slow down in the hell that has become New Caprica. She has no idea how long she has been locked up in this cell, or how long they plan on keeping her here.
She’s high on bliss, pleasure, and the love of the man currently between her legs. She can’t remember the last time she has ever felt this light, this loved, this safe; perhaps she’s never truly felt this way before him.
She’s seen enough dried blood on Cavil’s hands to know that she may very well never leave this place.
He murmurs against her, tells her how sexy she is, how much he loves doing this for her, how hard she makes him. His fingers slip into her easily, and he crooks them upwards, finding that sweet spot within her and she cries out loud as white hot pleasure sears through her taut limbs.
He has come to her the last four times that she has been interrogated. Always his model; none of the others are permitted to question her any longer. He doesn’t bring a chair in like Baltar did, he forces her to sit on the harsh concrete as he leans back on his chair, his beady eyes looking down at her, his face twisted in a cruel smirk.
Bill kisses his way up her still quivering body, pausing to lavish her breasts with special attention. She giggles at his unashamed fascination with them. There was a time not so long ago when she thought that they would bring her nothing but pain and suffering. As Bill suckles her pebbled nipple, she is grateful that this is no longer the case.
The first two times that he came, he merely sat and watched her. His eyes devouring her, stating very clearly what he obviously wanted from her. It took all of Laura’s self-control not to hit him.
“You plan on spending forever down there?” She teases him, she can feel Bill smiling against her sensitive skin.
“I could; the view is lovely,” he settles himself so that they are eye level, “but I like it here the best.” Laura’s smart remark is swallowed by his wickedly talented mouth.
He talks to her now, he can’t stop talking. He hopes that his lectures will break her. Cavil tells her all the ways he is going to torture Bill once the Cylon ships find Galactica. Tells her, in grotesque detail, the pleasure he will take in dismembering Bill and bringing him to her, piece by piece. The glint in his eyes indicates to Laura that he knows. She feels sick at that revelation.
She guides him into her, and sighs contently as he begins rocking his hips gently. One of his hands finds hers, and he tangles their fingers together above her head. His movements are languorous and deliberate; he is always so deliciously thorough when he makes love to her. For precious moments, she is aware only of the joy that being with him brings her.
“He’s never coming back for you.” Cavil sneers at her one day. Laura spends the next several hours (or is it days?) crying. He’s coming back. She tells herself.
“I love you.” He whispers into the crook of her neck when he senses that she is close. “I love you. I love you, I love you.” He repeats it over and over again, until she shudders once more with the force of her climax.
“Hello Ms. Roslin.” He is back today. He was here yesterday, (or was it this afternoon?) Laura is not surprised. He sits, as usual on his chair, stares down at her, as usual, with a mixture of want and disgust.
“Are you ready to cooperate today?” So it was yesterday that he last visited her.
“Are you ready to surrender and leave humanity in peace?” It’s been over a year since she was the President, yet she still feels the need to bargain for the safety of humanity.
“Would you leave a colony of rodents alone to govern itself?” He is going to try, once again, to impress upon her the benevolence he exuded by committing genocide.
“Come on Bill, let go.” She urges as he speeds up his thrusts, following her into bliss moments later. He looks right into her eyes as he comes, all of his love evident in his deep blue orbs, his hips jerk and his back arches against her. Laura has never known a more beautiful sight.
“I will ask again, where is Galactica?” He asks patiently.
“I don’t know.” She hisses back.
Despite the hugely pleasurable orgasms they’ve recently shared, their need to touch one another is yet to be sated. Hands travel reverently over favourite places, lips meet for sweet, lingering kisses. They each know in their hearts that they will be one another’s last lover; they also know that they are probably one another’s first true love. He tells her that he thinks he’s spent his whole life waiting for her; he tells her that he wishes he had met her when he was a younger man. She’s content that they didn't meet until the end of the worlds; she doesn’t think that she would have been ready for this kind of love before the fall.
Her mind registers the blow moments after it happens.
“Where is Admiral Adama?” She resists the urge to touch her face; she doesn’t need to. She can already feel the blood at the edges of the cracked skin. She can already see Cavil’s triumphant smirk.
“He is safe, away from you. With all kinds of resources at his disposal. When you least expect it, he is going to find you, and he is going to end you.” Cavil’s eyes widen at her defiance.
“One day, Laura Roslin, you are going to die. And I am going to be the one who has the pleasure of telling your Admiral.” He gets up from the chair, leaves her crouched on the ground.
She can see her drying blood on his hands.
“How long can you stay?” She asks him, hoping he will tell her ‘forever.’
“I’m not due back until next week.” It’s been nearly two hours since they’ve made love, but he can’t stop kissing the freckles on her shoulders, her upper arms, the nape of her neck.
“I get you to myself for a whole week?” Laura sighs as his hands knead the muscles of her lower back.
“You’ll get me for a whole lot longer after next month.” Laura turns onto her back so that she can look him directly in his eyes.
“Bill?” He caresses her face, places a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“ I figure that I’m overdue for that retirement that was supposed to start years ago. Helo will be taking over some of my duties from now on, so I will be able to come here for weeks, maybe even months at a time.” He looks at her shyly. “I was hoping that you and I could give this a proper go, start a life together.”
“I like the sound of that.” She doesn’t trust herself to say anything more without crying, so she tips her head upwards, indicating that this would be a very good time for him to kiss her. He takes the hint.
The cell is narrow; the floor is harsh against her aging body. Hugging her shivering limbs, Laura whispers, “Come back Bill.”
They fall asleep, bodies still tightly wound around each other. Laura’s last thought before she succumbs to sleep is that this could be a perfect way to spend all the rest of her days.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. This makes me incredibly sad.
A/N: This was written for larsfarm77 's birthday, she wanted "angsty porn" so this is the result of said prompt. Her birthday isn't for another few days, but I need to post this now and get working on about_time 's latest prompt...HUGE thank you to nixmom and kastari for their help and guidance.
The narrow room is dark, the floor is cold and damp, and Laura can make out the wails and groans in the cell next to her.
She arches her back as Bill’s tongue swirls around her labia. She’s dizzy from the sensations that his fluttering, hot tongue is creating in her. His strong, broad hands are the only things anchoring her to the flimsy mattress.
Time seems so slow down in the hell that has become New Caprica. She has no idea how long she has been locked up in this cell, or how long they plan on keeping her here.
She’s high on bliss, pleasure, and the love of the man currently between her legs. She can’t remember the last time she has ever felt this light, this loved, this safe; perhaps she’s never truly felt this way before him.
She’s seen enough dried blood on Cavil’s hands to know that she may very well never leave this place.
He murmurs against her, tells her how sexy she is, how much he loves doing this for her, how hard she makes him. His fingers slip into her easily, and he crooks them upwards, finding that sweet spot within her and she cries out loud as white hot pleasure sears through her taut limbs.
He has come to her the last four times that she has been interrogated. Always his model; none of the others are permitted to question her any longer. He doesn’t bring a chair in like Baltar did, he forces her to sit on the harsh concrete as he leans back on his chair, his beady eyes looking down at her, his face twisted in a cruel smirk.
Bill kisses his way up her still quivering body, pausing to lavish her breasts with special attention. She giggles at his unashamed fascination with them. There was a time not so long ago when she thought that they would bring her nothing but pain and suffering. As Bill suckles her pebbled nipple, she is grateful that this is no longer the case.
The first two times that he came, he merely sat and watched her. His eyes devouring her, stating very clearly what he obviously wanted from her. It took all of Laura’s self-control not to hit him.
“You plan on spending forever down there?” She teases him, she can feel Bill smiling against her sensitive skin.
“I could; the view is lovely,” he settles himself so that they are eye level, “but I like it here the best.” Laura’s smart remark is swallowed by his wickedly talented mouth.
He talks to her now, he can’t stop talking. He hopes that his lectures will break her. Cavil tells her all the ways he is going to torture Bill once the Cylon ships find Galactica. Tells her, in grotesque detail, the pleasure he will take in dismembering Bill and bringing him to her, piece by piece. The glint in his eyes indicates to Laura that he knows. She feels sick at that revelation.
She guides him into her, and sighs contently as he begins rocking his hips gently. One of his hands finds hers, and he tangles their fingers together above her head. His movements are languorous and deliberate; he is always so deliciously thorough when he makes love to her. For precious moments, she is aware only of the joy that being with him brings her.
“He’s never coming back for you.” Cavil sneers at her one day. Laura spends the next several hours (or is it days?) crying. He’s coming back. She tells herself.
“I love you.” He whispers into the crook of her neck when he senses that she is close. “I love you. I love you, I love you.” He repeats it over and over again, until she shudders once more with the force of her climax.
“Hello Ms. Roslin.” He is back today. He was here yesterday, (or was it this afternoon?) Laura is not surprised. He sits, as usual on his chair, stares down at her, as usual, with a mixture of want and disgust.
“Are you ready to cooperate today?” So it was yesterday that he last visited her.
“Are you ready to surrender and leave humanity in peace?” It’s been over a year since she was the President, yet she still feels the need to bargain for the safety of humanity.
“Would you leave a colony of rodents alone to govern itself?” He is going to try, once again, to impress upon her the benevolence he exuded by committing genocide.
“Come on Bill, let go.” She urges as he speeds up his thrusts, following her into bliss moments later. He looks right into her eyes as he comes, all of his love evident in his deep blue orbs, his hips jerk and his back arches against her. Laura has never known a more beautiful sight.
“I will ask again, where is Galactica?” He asks patiently.
“I don’t know.” She hisses back.
Despite the hugely pleasurable orgasms they’ve recently shared, their need to touch one another is yet to be sated. Hands travel reverently over favourite places, lips meet for sweet, lingering kisses. They each know in their hearts that they will be one another’s last lover; they also know that they are probably one another’s first true love. He tells her that he thinks he’s spent his whole life waiting for her; he tells her that he wishes he had met her when he was a younger man. She’s content that they didn't meet until the end of the worlds; she doesn’t think that she would have been ready for this kind of love before the fall.
Her mind registers the blow moments after it happens.
“Where is Admiral Adama?” She resists the urge to touch her face; she doesn’t need to. She can already feel the blood at the edges of the cracked skin. She can already see Cavil’s triumphant smirk.
“He is safe, away from you. With all kinds of resources at his disposal. When you least expect it, he is going to find you, and he is going to end you.” Cavil’s eyes widen at her defiance.
“One day, Laura Roslin, you are going to die. And I am going to be the one who has the pleasure of telling your Admiral.” He gets up from the chair, leaves her crouched on the ground.
She can see her drying blood on his hands.
“How long can you stay?” She asks him, hoping he will tell her ‘forever.’
“I’m not due back until next week.” It’s been nearly two hours since they’ve made love, but he can’t stop kissing the freckles on her shoulders, her upper arms, the nape of her neck.
“I get you to myself for a whole week?” Laura sighs as his hands knead the muscles of her lower back.
“You’ll get me for a whole lot longer after next month.” Laura turns onto her back so that she can look him directly in his eyes.
“Bill?” He caresses her face, places a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“ I figure that I’m overdue for that retirement that was supposed to start years ago. Helo will be taking over some of my duties from now on, so I will be able to come here for weeks, maybe even months at a time.” He looks at her shyly. “I was hoping that you and I could give this a proper go, start a life together.”
“I like the sound of that.” She doesn’t trust herself to say anything more without crying, so she tips her head upwards, indicating that this would be a very good time for him to kiss her. He takes the hint.
The cell is narrow; the floor is harsh against her aging body. Hugging her shivering limbs, Laura whispers, “Come back Bill.”
They fall asleep, bodies still tightly wound around each other. Laura’s last thought before she succumbs to sleep is that this could be a perfect way to spend all the rest of her days.