BSG_kink drabbles (Roslin/Other)
Roslin/Baltar
Blood on the Scales Deleted Scene Part 2
Kink: waxplay, spanking, anal
Gaius Baltar was babbling incoherently. Admittedly that was nothing new, but his position was: face down, pillow under his hips, ass spread wide, Laura Roslin kneeling behind him.
He squirmed, and Laura spanked him. Her schoolteacher's voice sounded oh-so-naughty, her presidential voice oh-so-haughty. "Be still." The material of her slacks abraded his inner thighs.
He felt the heat of the candle, burning between his cheeks. "Please--Laura."
"Madame President, Gaius."
"Madame President. It's so hot…"
"Just a little more, Gaius..."
"Can you...? Did you...?"
"No, I'm sorry, Gaius. Even with a light up your ass I can't find your brain."
Adama/Roslin/Brooke
Presidential Lessons
Kink: Oral
"No, that hum's 'eat me,' not 'I'm gonna suck you dry'," Laura says.
I must look confused, because Laura calls Bill over to demonstrate. I lean closer, listening for the sounds she'll make.
Just before he's down her throat -- a hum. Another, which Bill seems to understand to mean 'harder.' Another meaning 'faster.' One that's 'grab my hair and frak my face like this is the last blowjob you'll get.' Finally there's 'come now and let me swallow.'
"You got that?" Bill asks me. "If you're going to play at being the president, you'd better get the details right."
Roslin/Zarek
Junkyard Dog
Prompt: mutiny, quorum table (noncon)
He's top dog, and she's going to be his bitch. It's not that he'll enjoy it (though he will), it's just good politics. When Laura surrenders he's going to bend her to his will, fast and hard, here in the ship that was hers. Here on the table, still dripping with the Quorum's blood. He'll make her beg for more.
When they find Adama, he'll make the sanctimonious toaster-lover watch, show him whose bitch Laura Roslin is now. He'll see how she loves it when a real man pounds into her. He'll show them all he's top dog at last.
Roslin/Zarek/Adama
Overdue
Prompt: Bill walks in on Laura and Tom frakking on her desk, he kicks Tom out, and shows Laura how it's done.
He'd come to the school after hours. They talked, then he touched her. Godsdammit, she's a woman, and hasn’t been touched in years.
She ends up her desk, shirt up, pants down, Zarek's lips on her breast.
He isn't bad, considering he's been in jail 20 years.
A noise at the flap. Laura lifts her head, meets Bill's eyes as he pulls Zarek off her and pushes him outside.
He unbuckles his belt, pushes into her hard and deep. "Time you learned what a real man can do."
"Time you learned I'm a woman."
"My woman."
"Yes. My man."
"Yours."
Roslin/Helo
Flight Suit by Armani
Prompt: points for making it plausible
His hard, hot body was pounding into her, hands stroking down her hair, over her breasts, along her sides. "Helo…"
"Come for me," he whispers in her ear and starts moving faster, working with all the vigor of youth. He pushes up on muscled arms, looking down on her with the impossible love he feels for her.
Somewhere in the distance she hears a child cry. Hera.
She looks up, over Helo's shoulder, and sees five shapes, draped in shining white, on a balcony.
Laura startles awake, takes deep breaths. She has got to stop sharing visions with the cylons.
Blood on the Scales Deleted Scene Part 2
Kink: waxplay, spanking, anal
Gaius Baltar was babbling incoherently. Admittedly that was nothing new, but his position was: face down, pillow under his hips, ass spread wide, Laura Roslin kneeling behind him.
He squirmed, and Laura spanked him. Her schoolteacher's voice sounded oh-so-naughty, her presidential voice oh-so-haughty. "Be still." The material of her slacks abraded his inner thighs.
He felt the heat of the candle, burning between his cheeks. "Please--Laura."
"Madame President, Gaius."
"Madame President. It's so hot…"
"Just a little more, Gaius..."
"Can you...? Did you...?"
"No, I'm sorry, Gaius. Even with a light up your ass I can't find your brain."
Adama/Roslin/Brooke
Presidential Lessons
Kink: Oral
"No, that hum's 'eat me,' not 'I'm gonna suck you dry'," Laura says.
I must look confused, because Laura calls Bill over to demonstrate. I lean closer, listening for the sounds she'll make.
Just before he's down her throat -- a hum. Another, which Bill seems to understand to mean 'harder.' Another meaning 'faster.' One that's 'grab my hair and frak my face like this is the last blowjob you'll get.' Finally there's 'come now and let me swallow.'
"You got that?" Bill asks me. "If you're going to play at being the president, you'd better get the details right."
Roslin/Zarek
Junkyard Dog
Prompt: mutiny, quorum table (noncon)
He's top dog, and she's going to be his bitch. It's not that he'll enjoy it (though he will), it's just good politics. When Laura surrenders he's going to bend her to his will, fast and hard, here in the ship that was hers. Here on the table, still dripping with the Quorum's blood. He'll make her beg for more.
When they find Adama, he'll make the sanctimonious toaster-lover watch, show him whose bitch Laura Roslin is now. He'll see how she loves it when a real man pounds into her. He'll show them all he's top dog at last.
Roslin/Zarek/Adama
Overdue
Prompt: Bill walks in on Laura and Tom frakking on her desk, he kicks Tom out, and shows Laura how it's done.
He'd come to the school after hours. They talked, then he touched her. Godsdammit, she's a woman, and hasn’t been touched in years.
She ends up her desk, shirt up, pants down, Zarek's lips on her breast.
He isn't bad, considering he's been in jail 20 years.
A noise at the flap. Laura lifts her head, meets Bill's eyes as he pulls Zarek off her and pushes him outside.
He unbuckles his belt, pushes into her hard and deep. "Time you learned what a real man can do."
"Time you learned I'm a woman."
"My woman."
"Yes. My man."
"Yours."
Roslin/Helo
Flight Suit by Armani
Prompt: points for making it plausible
His hard, hot body was pounding into her, hands stroking down her hair, over her breasts, along her sides. "Helo…"
"Come for me," he whispers in her ear and starts moving faster, working with all the vigor of youth. He pushes up on muscled arms, looking down on her with the impossible love he feels for her.
Somewhere in the distance she hears a child cry. Hera.
She looks up, over Helo's shoulder, and sees five shapes, draped in shining white, on a balcony.
Laura startles awake, takes deep breaths. She has got to stop sharing visions with the cylons.