"The Admiral's Couch" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Admiral's Couch
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This makes me incredibly sad.
A/N: Written for the "bad day" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmomfor her beta and to redrockcan for her suggestions.
Lee heard the groan that escaped from Laura’s throat before he registered exactly what the sound was and who it belonged to.
It took all of five seconds for him to realize the what and who as he stood before his father and the President, who were naked save for a flimsy blanket on the couch.
“Not again,” he said before he could stop himself.
The President of the Twelve Colonies was sitting naked in his father’s lap on the couch. The same couch that he himself had sat on earlier today for his biweekly briefing with the President and the Admiral.
Their faces were a startling red, a direct contrast to the paleness of his own face.
“Uh, I- I’ll come back later,” he mumbled before practically fleeing the scene.
Laura buried her face in the crook of Bill’s neck.
“Frak,” she hissed. “That’s the second time this month.”
Bill chuckled. His broad hands squeezed her hips possessively.
“That’ll teach him to knock before he enters,” he readjusted Laura in his lap, impaling her once again onto his length.
“That’s - oh Gods - that’s hardly the point Bill.” Her hips resumed their languid thrusting. He nipped lightly at her neck.
Bill tilted her lower body back until he was hitting her sweet spot on each thrust. She moaned as she sped up her movements; chasing the powerful wave that was beginning to sweep her away.
All coherent thought and speech abandoned Laura for precious moments as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her body. When she finally caught her breath, she slipped off of her lover and curled herself around his side.
“That was amazing,” she grinned lazily. Her smile matched his own.
They locked gazes.
A beat passed.
They each recalled the look on Lee’s face.
And collapsed onto each other in fits of laughter.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This makes me incredibly sad.
A/N: Written for the "bad day" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmomfor her beta and to redrockcan for her suggestions.
Lee heard the groan that escaped from Laura’s throat before he registered exactly what the sound was and who it belonged to.
It took all of five seconds for him to realize the what and who as he stood before his father and the President, who were naked save for a flimsy blanket on the couch.
“Not again,” he said before he could stop himself.
The President of the Twelve Colonies was sitting naked in his father’s lap on the couch. The same couch that he himself had sat on earlier today for his biweekly briefing with the President and the Admiral.
Their faces were a startling red, a direct contrast to the paleness of his own face.
“Uh, I- I’ll come back later,” he mumbled before practically fleeing the scene.
Laura buried her face in the crook of Bill’s neck.
“Frak,” she hissed. “That’s the second time this month.”
Bill chuckled. His broad hands squeezed her hips possessively.
“That’ll teach him to knock before he enters,” he readjusted Laura in his lap, impaling her once again onto his length.
“That’s - oh Gods - that’s hardly the point Bill.” Her hips resumed their languid thrusting. He nipped lightly at her neck.
Bill tilted her lower body back until he was hitting her sweet spot on each thrust. She moaned as she sped up her movements; chasing the powerful wave that was beginning to sweep her away.
All coherent thought and speech abandoned Laura for precious moments as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her body. When she finally caught her breath, she slipped off of her lover and curled herself around his side.
“That was amazing,” she grinned lazily. Her smile matched his own.
They locked gazes.
A beat passed.
They each recalled the look on Lee’s face.
And collapsed onto each other in fits of laughter.