Like father, like son
for the bsg_pornbattle, prompt: Adama/Roslin, meeting his father
"My father would have liked you." Bill ran a toe up the line of Laura's calf and back down again.
"Your father would have been far too old for me."
"There are days I wonder if I'm too old for you."
Laura brought his hand to her mouth, sucking in a finger, before lowering it to her breast. "Some days you are. But we manage to make do."
He took the hint and circled his damp fingertip around her nipple. "Your mind."
"Hmm?"
"My father. He would have liked your mind."
"As opposed to his son, who just likes me for my body."
Bill pushed away from her, his back to the wall. He grabbed his glasses from the shelf, put them on, and looked her over. Underfed, jutting bones. Dry dehydrated skin. Cancer-riddled body, bruised from the diloxan. Bloodshot, bleary eyes from lack of sleep. Bald head.
He rolled her beneath him, his half-hard erection between her thighs. "You're right. I just like you for your body."
"My father would have liked you." Bill ran a toe up the line of Laura's calf and back down again.
"Your father would have been far too old for me."
"There are days I wonder if I'm too old for you."
Laura brought his hand to her mouth, sucking in a finger, before lowering it to her breast. "Some days you are. But we manage to make do."
He took the hint and circled his damp fingertip around her nipple. "Your mind."
"Hmm?"
"My father. He would have liked your mind."
"As opposed to his son, who just likes me for my body."
Bill pushed away from her, his back to the wall. He grabbed his glasses from the shelf, put them on, and looked her over. Underfed, jutting bones. Dry dehydrated skin. Cancer-riddled body, bruised from the diloxan. Bloodshot, bleary eyes from lack of sleep. Bald head.
He rolled her beneath him, his half-hard erection between her thighs. "You're right. I just like you for your body."