Ars Amatoria
Because bsg_aussiegirl let me pick the challenge this week, I'm going to try to give her RCT. How'd I do?
Everyone he knew had some kink, some fetish. It didn't worry Bill Adama that, at his late age, he was developing an obsession with Laura's post-coital talk. It didn't worry him when he found himself rushing through the sex. As long as Laura was satisfied and he was getting what he wanted, it was all good.
"You know the best thing about the Cylon alliance?" Laura asked. Her head was on his chest, her lips straddling his nipple.
He never knew where she was headed. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
"They have more books than even you."
"Really?" He turned slightly, throwing a leg over her hip to pull her closer. "What have you been reading behind my back?"
Her legs tangled with his, her thigh rubbing his still unsated erection. "Ovid. 'The old campaigner's pace is slower and more deliberate. He smolders with a small fire like a damp torch or like green wood fresh hewn on the mountain top. His love is more sure'."
"Must have been a Six that had that book."
"How did you know?"
"Why else would Caprica be with an old dog like Saul?"
Laura freed herself from his embrace and straddled him. "Maybe for the same reason I'm with you."
Here it was, the conversation they always took pains to avoid. She was daring him to play with fire. Far as he was concerned, he'd been playing with fire since the day he met her.
He rolled them over, hungry for far more than her body. "And what's that?"
She tried to wiggle away. "If you don't know…"
"I want to hear you say it."
She ran her hand up his back to the nape of his neck, pulling his head down, whispering against his lips. "Love."
Everyone he knew had some kink, some fetish. It didn't worry Bill Adama that, at his late age, he was developing an obsession with Laura's post-coital talk. It didn't worry him when he found himself rushing through the sex. As long as Laura was satisfied and he was getting what he wanted, it was all good.
"You know the best thing about the Cylon alliance?" Laura asked. Her head was on his chest, her lips straddling his nipple.
He never knew where she was headed. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
"They have more books than even you."
"Really?" He turned slightly, throwing a leg over her hip to pull her closer. "What have you been reading behind my back?"
Her legs tangled with his, her thigh rubbing his still unsated erection. "Ovid. 'The old campaigner's pace is slower and more deliberate. He smolders with a small fire like a damp torch or like green wood fresh hewn on the mountain top. His love is more sure'."
"Must have been a Six that had that book."
"How did you know?"
"Why else would Caprica be with an old dog like Saul?"
Laura freed herself from his embrace and straddled him. "Maybe for the same reason I'm with you."
Here it was, the conversation they always took pains to avoid. She was daring him to play with fire. Far as he was concerned, he'd been playing with fire since the day he met her.
He rolled them over, hungry for far more than her body. "And what's that?"
She tried to wiggle away. "If you don't know…"
"I want to hear you say it."
She ran her hand up his back to the nape of his neck, pulling his head down, whispering against his lips. "Love."