Words like eyelids on your breasts
for bsg_pornbattle, prompts chamalla visions, first time, let's play a game, who was your last, tight ass, suck it
They lay together in the afterglow of celebrating her miracle cure, lazily contemplating whether a second try would be pushing their luck. At random intervals he dropped kisses on her shoulders, her neck, tangled strands of her hair between his fingers. She ran fingertips along his side, down his scar, nuzzled her cheek against his.
"Let's play a game," he suggested.
"I thought we just had."
"A different game. Secrets."
"What?"
"I tell you a secret," he clarified, "and then you tell me one."
"See, this is why the public is afraid of the government in bed with the military. I'm not going to tell you secrets."
"I'm in bed with you, not the Office of the President." He pushed his groin against hers. "And that's not my rank insignia you were fondling earlier."
She reached down to stroke his flaccid penis, his testicles. "Nope, different shape entirely."
Bill caught her hand in his, pulled it away. "I want to get to know you."
Her leg caressed along the length of his and a lazy smile graced her lips. "I think you got to know me pretty well just now."
"Laura…" Action, not words. Plunge in and hope she'd follow. "I wanted to frak you the first time I saw you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You were such a pain, arguing with me on my ship. About things I knew better than you did. And I thought to myself Arrogant, ignorant, spinster bureaucrat."
"Sexist."
"Guilty. And I thought Just needs a good frak. Probably hasn't had one in ages."
"48 hours," Laura muttered.
"What?"
Not 'ages.' It'd been about 48 hours since I'd had a good frak."
"Do I want to know with whom?"
"Probably not."
"He in the fleet?"
"No. He was on Caprica."
"OK, then. I don't want to know," he agreed.
"Did you really think I was ignorant?" Laura steered the conversation away from potential pitfalls.
"Only for a few hours. When you were the only person who applauded my speech at the decommissioning, I realized you were a woman of rare taste and distinction."
"Or manners."
"Or maybe it was just your way of signaling you wanted to jump my bones, too."
"But I didn't want to."
Bill pulled slightly back. "Thanks."
"No, it's not that I didn't want to jump your bones. Sex wasn't at the top of my list, is all. I was having a bad day. Wake up in the morning, a doctor tells me I'm dying, my boss tries to fire me, I break up with my lover, and then I fly into space to meet some military tight ass who chews me out -- "
"I'd rather eat you out." His hand skimmed down her body, between her legs, penetrating her just the tiniest bit.
Laura shifted onto her back. "Don't let me stand in your way."
His mouth lowered to hers, frakking her tongue the way he planned to frak her clit. He slid down to her nipples, her navel. "When did you first want to frak me?" he breathed against the skin of her stomach.
"I'm not sure it was want so much as know. When you threw me in the brig. I was on chamalla, and as you watched me through the bars, I had a vision of your face beneath me, of watching you come and call out my name. I thought then that it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a long time, and wondered why it couldn't be real, why everything we'd started together had fallen apart."
"But now it is real."
"I haven't had you under me yet," Laura laughed.
"The night may be young, but I'm not. You'll have to give me some time."
"I had another vision while I was going through withdrawal. You were walking toward me, naked, your cock in your hand like a sacrifice, a gift. You told me to suck it."
"I wouldn't--"
"I want to," she insisted.
"I'm not ready."
"You don't have to be hard for me to enjoy you, Bill. You just have to be with me."
He started to move from between her legs and she stopped him with a thrust of her hips towards his face. "It's not an either/or choice, Bill."
The speed with which he repositioned himself in the narrow rack belied his earlier protests about his age. As he bent to take his first taste of her he felt her eager lips surround his soft flesh like a benediction, like a prayer, like comfort, like arousal, like home.
They lay together in the afterglow of celebrating her miracle cure, lazily contemplating whether a second try would be pushing their luck. At random intervals he dropped kisses on her shoulders, her neck, tangled strands of her hair between his fingers. She ran fingertips along his side, down his scar, nuzzled her cheek against his.
"Let's play a game," he suggested.
"I thought we just had."
"A different game. Secrets."
"What?"
"I tell you a secret," he clarified, "and then you tell me one."
"See, this is why the public is afraid of the government in bed with the military. I'm not going to tell you secrets."
"I'm in bed with you, not the Office of the President." He pushed his groin against hers. "And that's not my rank insignia you were fondling earlier."
She reached down to stroke his flaccid penis, his testicles. "Nope, different shape entirely."
Bill caught her hand in his, pulled it away. "I want to get to know you."
Her leg caressed along the length of his and a lazy smile graced her lips. "I think you got to know me pretty well just now."
"Laura…" Action, not words. Plunge in and hope she'd follow. "I wanted to frak you the first time I saw you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You were such a pain, arguing with me on my ship. About things I knew better than you did. And I thought to myself Arrogant, ignorant, spinster bureaucrat."
"Sexist."
"Guilty. And I thought Just needs a good frak. Probably hasn't had one in ages."
"48 hours," Laura muttered.
"What?"
Not 'ages.' It'd been about 48 hours since I'd had a good frak."
"Do I want to know with whom?"
"Probably not."
"He in the fleet?"
"No. He was on Caprica."
"OK, then. I don't want to know," he agreed.
"Did you really think I was ignorant?" Laura steered the conversation away from potential pitfalls.
"Only for a few hours. When you were the only person who applauded my speech at the decommissioning, I realized you were a woman of rare taste and distinction."
"Or manners."
"Or maybe it was just your way of signaling you wanted to jump my bones, too."
"But I didn't want to."
Bill pulled slightly back. "Thanks."
"No, it's not that I didn't want to jump your bones. Sex wasn't at the top of my list, is all. I was having a bad day. Wake up in the morning, a doctor tells me I'm dying, my boss tries to fire me, I break up with my lover, and then I fly into space to meet some military tight ass who chews me out -- "
"I'd rather eat you out." His hand skimmed down her body, between her legs, penetrating her just the tiniest bit.
Laura shifted onto her back. "Don't let me stand in your way."
His mouth lowered to hers, frakking her tongue the way he planned to frak her clit. He slid down to her nipples, her navel. "When did you first want to frak me?" he breathed against the skin of her stomach.
"I'm not sure it was want so much as know. When you threw me in the brig. I was on chamalla, and as you watched me through the bars, I had a vision of your face beneath me, of watching you come and call out my name. I thought then that it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a long time, and wondered why it couldn't be real, why everything we'd started together had fallen apart."
"But now it is real."
"I haven't had you under me yet," Laura laughed.
"The night may be young, but I'm not. You'll have to give me some time."
"I had another vision while I was going through withdrawal. You were walking toward me, naked, your cock in your hand like a sacrifice, a gift. You told me to suck it."
"I wouldn't--"
"I want to," she insisted.
"I'm not ready."
"You don't have to be hard for me to enjoy you, Bill. You just have to be with me."
He started to move from between her legs and she stopped him with a thrust of her hips towards his face. "It's not an either/or choice, Bill."
The speed with which he repositioned himself in the narrow rack belied his earlier protests about his age. As he bent to take his first taste of her he felt her eager lips surround his soft flesh like a benediction, like a prayer, like comfort, like arousal, like home.