Fic: Magic Feet
Title: Magic Feet
Author: Davnee
Rating: MA
Summary: Fluffy PWP inspired by gayfortinafey and multicolour 's Porn-A-Thon. The prompt is in bold. Set in that lovely little window of largely angstless romantic possibility between A Day in the Life and Maelstrom. Enjoy!
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked skeptically as he looked up at her from where he lay. But as soon as he saw her slip her beautiful, delicate feet from her shoes and wiggle her toes, it occurred to him that only a fool would question this opportunity.
“Many times,” she said with an easy smile as she came closer to him, “but of course not for many years. Might be considered unbecoming of a president. Besides who would dare to ask me?”
He chuckled. “Certainly not I. Though I might have, if I had known it was among your many talents.”
“Then you are lucky I was so generous as to reveal my unique skill and volunteer.”
“Indeed.”
His body shivered involuntarily as she set her foot gently against his flesh, and he quickly prayed that she had not noticed his reaction. This was insanely reckless, and he had no idea why he’d said yes. Of course, that wasn’t really true. He knew exactly why he’d said yes, and that’s exactly what made this so reckless. But when Laura Roslin makes you this kind of unexpected offer, you don’t say no. You can’t say no.
“Relax Bill,” she ordered, flexing her toes against him, “and just enjoy this. I’m not going to hurt you,” she promised. And with that she stepped up onto his back and steadied herself, chuckling just a bit as she heard him exhale into the carpet. She moved to the top of his back, and with small, gentle steps began to slowly move down his spine.
“Unh,” he moaned involuntarily with the first delicious crack, not even minding the smug little titter she offered in response. He hadn’t really believed her when she told him that by walking on his back she could crack it and bring him some relief for the ache he felt there after having fallen asleep at his desk reading reports, but now he’d happily admit to her that he’d been wrong, because this felt damn good. Too good, in fact, he quickly realized in horror as the pleasure of a second marvelous crack traveled straight to his groin.
He desperately set his mind to squelching his growing response to her ministrations, but the pleasurable little quakes now erupting all along his spine were too much even for a disciplined old soldier like himself to overcome. He might have fought through it if it had been anyone but Laura doing this to him, but he finally had to concede that the mission to resist was hopeless. In truth, he’d never stood a chance, and no matter how much he might like to deny it, he’d seen this coming and volunteered anyway. Reckless indeed.
Having reached the small of his back, Laura triumphantly wiggled her toes against the fabric of his tanks as she listened to the last of his little contented sighs, which she knew he was trying to hold back but could not. “See I told you that you’d like it,” she boasted with a broad grin and then hopped off his back. “Now flip over and let me stand on your chest,” Laura ordered, placing her hands expectantly on her hips as she stood beside him.
Those very well might have been the most terrifying words he’d ever heard spoken. Unfortunately not shocking enough, however, to solve his little (not literally little he subconsciously corrected himself) problem. He hadn’t the slightest clue what to do, so he simply continued to stare into the carpet, praying for some sort of miraculous intervention. Death would even have been welcome as he was in no position to be picky at that moment.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked innocently, but he offered no response. Undeterred, she pressed on. “Don’t chicken out on me now, Bill. I promise you it won’t hurt. In fact, you’re going to love it even more than what I just did.”
Realizing he was not destined to receive a miracle, he finally found the nerve to speak. “That’s what I’m afraid of Laura,” he quietly admitted to the floor.
It took only a moment for her to understand his meaning. “Oh,” she answered, her voice filled with a compassion that would have been utterly belied by the highly amused smirk on her face, had he been in a position to see it of course.
“That’s a perfectly understandable reaction, Bill. There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she offered sincerely. “Why don’t you go ahead and turn over and let me finish. I promise not to look,” she swore as she fought to control her grin.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he replied still looking down. He couldn’t quite believe that she hadn’t just kicked him in the ribs when she realized his problem and then run from his quarters in disgust. “You can leave now, Laura. I totally understand.”
“Now why would I leave when we haven’t even had our meeting yet? That would look rather strange,” she finished as a fresh smile bloomed on her lips, and this time it was one of lusty mischief rather than delight.
“I don’t think I’m in any condition to discuss fleet rations,” he answered, his voice strained by the realization that the longer she stood there over him not the least horrified by his embarrassing condition, the harder he became. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Maybe not, but I’m patient,” she explained. “All you need is a little distraction, and then we can get down to business.” She suddenly lay down on the floor on her side next to him. “Let’s chat,” she suggested, “until you are feeling better … or I guess I should say worse,” she finished with a giggle.
He wondered what the hell she was doing. She had to know lying down next to him was only going to make his difficulties worse not better. What was she playing at? His body shuddered at that thought as he recognized that the answer to that question might be more than he could possibly handle and still keep his pants on, or at the very least dry!
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked when it became apparent that he was not going to start this particular ball rolling.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice still muffled by the floor, which he had not for a single moment yet looked up from. Silence greeted him, however, and that was just as much of a turn on as her chatter with her now so close that he could hear and feel her breath on his ear, so he fumbled for a subject. “How did you learn to crack people’s backs?” he asked lamely.
“My college roommate was a gymnast. She had incredible dexterity and balance. She always joked that a spine was just as good as a beam for practice.”
His cock had nearly unzipped his pants unaided when she said ‘gymnast,’ and he’d barely registered the rest of her words. He was now well beyond the ability to solve his problem through any means other than physical release, and he was starting to guess that had been her intention all along, which was an even wilder turn on. Either that or she was the densest woman he’d ever met, not that that was a likely explanation when it came to Laura Roslin.
“She taught me lots of things actually,” she continued, the husky undertone unmistakable.
The woman wasn’t dense. She was wicked. “Laura, you’re not helping,” he rasped, gritting his teeth in order to maintain his control. As desire coiled in his stomach like a cobra ready to strike, he knew this was the only warning he’d have the strength to give her.
“I know, but I don’t think I want to help,” she admitted. “At least, not that way.” She watched him intently for a moment, the flush on his skin crawling up his neck from beneath his tanks and racing down his strong, bare arms, and then she went after what she had wanted for such a long time. “Look at me, Bill,” she whispered her breath hot on his ear.
He snapped his head up suddenly and turned it in her direction, staring at her almost angrily. She knew very well the price to be paid for this, and she was doing it anyway. ‘Frak their responsibilities.’ ‘Frak the complications.’ That’s what she was telling him by tempting him this way. Well frak her for turning him into a weak and needy fool, because there was no turning back now.
She started to speak again, but he was on her too quickly, swallowing her words as they tumbled out of her mouth and into his in a heated rush, their passion bruising his lips and burning his tongue. “Frak me, please.”
“My pleasure,” he responded in kind.
He pinned her beneath him as he kissed her hungrily, roughly grinding his erection against her hip. If this was what she wanted, then he planned on holding nothing back. Restraint was pointless. They could never go back to the safe harbor of their respective roles now. They had already gone too far. And if they were so well and truly frakked by their own weaknesses, their own base needs to serve their desires, then they might as well frak like they meant it. He took this as her attitude too as she moaned into his mouth each time he rubbed himself against her.
Once he had learned her lips well enough to feel he could give them up, even if only for a few precious moments, he began to trail kisses down the soft skin of her neck. The desire thrumming in her throat maddened him, as the vibrations tickled his lips, causing him to run his tongue along the length of her neck, licking and nipping and laving her skin, as he reveled in the feel and the sound of her singing at his touch. Up and down, he set a languid rhythm with his tongue, while letting his hands wander upward into the silk of her hair and meander there as she writhed and moaned beneath him, her auburn curls catching between his fingers, twisting and spinning around them, until he was utterly lost in her.
As he explored the soft skin behind her ear, swirling his tongue beneath its lobe, she began to giggle. “Ticklish,” she murmured as she opened her eyes at last and looked up into his smiling face.
“I gathered,” he chuckled as he brought one of his hands down from her hair to gently stroke her cheek, eventually drawing his forefinger down to lightly tap her lips. “You are so beautiful, Laura,” he told her before quickly recapturing her mouth in another passionate kiss.
“There’s a lot more to see too,” she teased as she pulled back from his touch.
Looking down on her, seeing her beaming with happiness and flushed with desire for him, he was ready to believe in her gods. “Is that a hint?” he laughed, realizing he’d been so swept up in the touch and the taste of her that until now he’d been surprisingly inattentive to some rather enticing regions south of her neck. It then occurred to him that this was going to take all night to do right, which itself struck him as yet more reason to believe in the divine.
“More like the suggestion of a trade, Admiral,” she replied as she brought her hands around from where she had been stroking his back and ran them along the broad expanse of his chest, drumming her fingers playfully against him. “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours,” she finished with a wink as she quickly dropped one of her hands down between them to cup him through his pants.
“I’m in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?” he responded with a lusty growl, bucking his hips against her to welcome her touch and to beg her for more. As she grasped him and he felt the resultant spasms of pleasure reverberate deep within his heart, he realized his words carried many more layers of meaning than he cared to admit, than felt comfortable for him to admit.
She nodded impishly as she toyed with his hardness. “Oh most definitely,” she teased. But then something deeper flashed in her eyes, as she looked up at him. She’d seen right through him, the many layers of meaning in his words now as plain, and as poignant, to her as to him. “But you’re not alone,” she finished, her satisfied smirk now a radiant smile.
“Good,” he told her, smiling in return, letting his eyes and free hand wander then down to her chest, his fingers coming to rest in the valley between her breasts. This was by far his favorite shirt in her wardrobe for the spectacular view that it so perfectly framed, but he had to admit that the lack of buttons and the tight sculpted fit had him a bit flummoxed. There was no easy way in.
“Problem?” she asked with a knowing chuckle as she herself fumbled with the buckle to his belt.
“Seems show and tell is a harder game to play than I remember,” he explained in frustration.
“Yes, so it seems,” she agreed as her hand slipped again between them. “Perhaps adults weren’t meant to play it on the floor like a couple of teenagers in heat.”
He nodded emphatically. “You are just full of good suggestions today, Madame President,” he laughed as he pushed himself off the floor, his knees creaking as he went, and pulled her up along with him.
When they finished righting themselves, he immediately drew her into an embrace, resting his forehead against hers as he slowly sucked in his breath and marveled at the moment. He was about to make love to the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. A woman he’d wanted far more and yet resisted much longer than any other in his life.
“Hi,” she said in an almost shy whisper, interrupting his reverie, as she looked into his eyes.
“Hi yourself,” he replied, gently brushing the tip of his nose against hers.
She let out a tiny giggle at his sweet gesture, and then she stepped back out of his arms. But before he could lodge his protest and pull her back in close, she reached down to her waist and tugged at her blouse, pulling it up over her head and revealing a bra made of a plain cream silk. No bows or lace, which struck him as just right. Her beauty needed no adornment he told himself as he thirstily drank in the sight.
“Bill.”
“Was I staring?” he asked, his face hopelessly split by a lascivious grin that he could not even make a pretense of masking.
“I hope so,” she laughed. “But this little version of show and tell we’re playing is a two person game,” she finished pointing to his chest.
Nodding in understanding, he quickly divested himself of his tanks, and although she appeared quite pleased by what she saw, he knew he was getting the better end of this deal, especially when he saw her reach a hand behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
Seeing the lust flare in his eyes, she paused. “Unless you’d like to do the honors,” she offered.
It was a tantalizingly tough choice, but he shook his head no, holding his breath in anticipation as he watched her peel away the thin layer of fabric that hid away the answers to so many of his favorite fantasies. The revelations certainly did not disappoint as he engaged in a quick mental exercise of comparison, with her true beauty easily exceeding every measure he’d ever imagined, and he’d imagined quite a bit.
“Bill.”
“Hmm?” he grunted distractedly, not even pretending to look away from her chest as he responded.
“Just because it’s called show and tell, doesn’t mean you can’t touch too.”
He whipped his head up at her words, and as he saw her eyes dancing in coquettish satisfaction, he realized that she was going to be the frakking death of him. Taking her suggestion, he crossed over to her quickly, backing her against the table and then hoisting her unceremoniously upon it. Pushing her down against the flat surface, he shoved her skirt up around her waist and then pulled her legs around his waist, groaning in time with her as he pressed against her core, feeling how ready she already was for him even through the layers of fabric that still separated them. Once he had her anchored around him, he leaned down and buried his face in her breasts, loving the little moans and gasps of pleasure she let out, and the way her nails scraped at the short hairs on the back of his neck, as he licked and sucked and nipped at her flesh. As he rolled one of her nipples between his teeth, he heard her call out his name once more, and he quickly redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue around the nub of flesh until it tightened into a hard peak.
“Bill,” she said again.
This time he realized she had not spoken in pleasure but had meant to get his attention instead. He was quickly learning that she liked to talk through sex just as much as she liked to talk through everything else. And while he was thrilled at the prospect of her talking at him while he frakked her, preferably to call out things like ‘harder,’ or ‘right there,’ or ‘you are amazing,’ he found it somewhat disconcerting that she actually expected him to coherently respond. So he did the only thing he could think to quiet her. He kissed her furiously.
“What was that for?” she spluttered as he finally untangled his tongue from hers.
“I was afraid you were going to make another show and tell joke,” he told her as he kissed the tip of her nose.
Blushing, she let out an indignant little chortle that made his cock bob with delight. “Very cute, Bill,” she protested.
“I thought it was,” he boasted as he dropped his head down to nibble at her neck. “Now what were you were going to tell me?” he asked, his voice muffled against her skin.
“I’m not telling,” she offered in a half-hearted attempt at a grumble that came out instead as a groan as he nipped at her flesh.
“Yes you are,” he insisted as he looked up and then grabbed her waist and pulled her more tightly around him, thrusting his cock against her, causing her to gasp. Her responsiveness did wonders for his ego. Hell, that she’d even let an old warhorse like him touch her at all made him feel like he could conquer the universe. The cylons better watch out!
“I was going to let you know that foreplay has its limits too, but if you feel that you are on a roll then far be it from me to interrupt,” she teased once she’d recovered her breath.
Apparently, he’d only thought he had the upper hand. And as she pushed him harder against herself with her legs, rotating her hips to expertly massage his erection, which was already painfully straining against the fabric of his pants, he realized there was no shame in surrendering to such a clearly superior force. “Was that really what you were going to say?” he growled as he looked into her eyes while bucking his hips into her grasp.
“Actually, I was going to just bottom-line it and ask you to take me to bed and frak me without delay,” she answered with the most impossibly self-satisfied snigger, “but I wouldn’t presume to lecture a master-tactician like yourself on strategy.”
With that he was conquered. He could resist complete surrender no longer. Not that he would have wanted to. Forgoing any effort at ritual or formality to mark this moment of his submission, he reached down and pulled her roughly off the table. As her feet hit solid ground, she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could he’d lifted her once again, this time dipping his shoulder and tossing her over it.
“What are you doing?” she squealed in laughter as she steadied herself with her hands against his back.
“Obeying orders,” he grunted, shifting her on his shoulder and then adding a playful smack to her ass for good measure as he set off on the short march, made shorter by his bounding steps, to his rack.
He dumped her unceremoniously onto his mattress, watching in fascination as her breasts bobbed quickly back into place, thrilling in the realization that age had been a friend to this woman rather than an enemy. As if time, he thought, would have dared anything else in the marvelous face of her. The blush rising on her cheeks and the shy smile curling on her lips as she looked up at him standing over her astonished him. How could she not know how beautiful she was in this moment - in every moment?
Her innocence was not long lived, however, as she shifted suddenly and then lifted her leg to rest her foot in his crotch. “Come to bed, Bill,” she ordered, punctuating her command by deftly massaging him through his pants with the ball of her foot.
Stifling a groan, he grabbed her foot and then bent down and pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind her ankle. “You should register these as deadly weapons.”
“They have gotten us into a bit of trouble tonight,” she laughed. “Now tell me, Bill, when do I get to see what you’ve got holstered,” she asked as she freed her foot from his hold and once again pressed it against his aching cock.
“As you wish,” he replied with a leering grin, made wider by her wonderfully awful joke, and then he stepped back and toed off his boots and shed his pants. He was pleased to see that her eyes lit up at the sight of him. What he lacked in length, he more than compensated for in girth. He’d learned at any early age that what was a minus in the locker room was a decided plus in the bedroom. As a matter of fact, that had proved to be an excellent lesson about pleasing women in general.
As she began to unzip her skirt and wiggle it off her hips, he stopped her. “No don’t,” he ordered, “let me.”
She nodded as he climbed into his rack alongside her, kneeling near her feet. As he ran his fingers along the waist of her skirt, he thrilled at the feel of the shiver on her skin. Bringing pleasure to this woman was his new drug. He quickly pulled off her skirt, and then returned his attention to her panties, which he could see were already soaked through with her need for him. Hooking his fingers into the silk at her hips, and unconsciously licking his lips, he slowly dragged the fabric down uncertain which one of them he meant to drive mad by taking his time.
As he tossed her underwear away, he grasped her ankles, lifting one leg to allow him to position himself between them. Looking down at her so wet and welcoming, he dismissed any grand notions of pleasuring her until she screamed for him to fill her. He’d held out as long as he could. He was just an ordinary man after all, and one who hadn’t felt a woman’s warmth surround him in far too long. He’d make it up to her, he reasoned. This was not going to be their only time. Not if he had anything to say about it.
He lowered himself over her, keeping his weight off her with a propped elbow, and then reached down with his free hand to guide his cock through her folds, bathing himself in her desire.
“Bill,” she whimpered at the contact, her eyes rolling back in her head from the sensation.
“Look at me, Laura,” he directed, fighting for his own breath as he continued to stroke her entrance with his hard length. When he had her attention, their eyes locked, he pushed into her, gently at first, letting her set the pace of their joining with the hitching of her breath and the nodding of her head. Much as he wanted to be buried inside her, utterly lost within her depths, he knew it had been far too long for her too.
“Oh my gods,” she murmured when he had at last filled her completely.
She felt so good, warm and tight, that he rested for a moment at this deepest point, despite the tremendous urge to thrust, to feel that most delicious friction that a man could ever know. But then a longing smile bloomed on her lips, and he felt her contract her walls around him, urging him to spare her nothing. So he began to thrust, his strokes at first measured and deliberate, but all too soon growing ragged and frenzied, as he heard her sighing his name again and again as if it were a prayer on her lips.
“Laura,” he moaned in return. She was his prayer too, had been for so long and now would always be. And he held none before or above her. She was a revelation.
As he felt her draw her legs tight around him, the sweat slickening her grasp, he knew she was trying to match him, searching for her own release so that they might fly over that cliff together, falling down into each other. He wanted that too. Steadying himself as best he could as he pounded into her, he reached down and found that nub of flesh that was the keystone of her desire. Stroking her in counterpoint with his thrusts, he felt her begin to fall apart, her gasps coming in faster succession. “Please come for me, Laura,” he begged, barely able to get his entreaty out for want of breath. “Now, please, now.”
“Oh my gods,” she repeated, this time crying rather than sighing her invocation into his ear.
He shouted her name in reply as he too came with one last bruising thrust, flying apart with the feel of her muscles in euphoric spasm around him. Biting into her shoulder as he emptied into her, he gathered her close, trying to record all the sensations of this incredible moment in his mind so that he might revisit it in his dreams whenever they were apart. The feel of her heart pounding against his own, the hitching of her breath as she climaxed, the whimpers that celebrated her release, the scrape of her nails against his flesh, and the quiver of her muscles as they massaged the length of him. All this he wanted always to remember. He doubted he could ever forget.
As he softened inside her, he smiled at the feel of the last gentle waves of her orgasm lapping against him, now more like ripples in a pond than the rolling surf of the sea.
“Not yet,” she whispered when he began to pull out.
“Okay,” he answered, kissing her lips gently and then rearranging them so that she rested atop him and his weight would not crush her. They were quiet then, taking their time regaining their breath and recovering their senses. He carelessly stroked her hair. She drew absent-mind circles on his chest.
“Tonight was perfect, Bill” she said finally breaking the silence. “Better than I’d ever imagined.”
“You’re welcome,” he joked.
As he listened to her chuckling, he considered again what she’d just said, and her choice of words intrigued him. He could not help but wonder if her seduction had been intentional. Surely she’d known this would be the inevitable outcome of such a dangerous proposition as she had made tonight.
“Laura, why did you really offer to walk on my back?” he asked, uncertain actually of what he wanted her answer to be.
She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him, her eyes twinkling. “Why did you say yes, Bill?”
“Touché, Madame President,” he laughed as he gathered her closer once again. “Touché.”
Finis!
Author: Davnee
Rating: MA
Summary: Fluffy PWP inspired by gayfortinafey and multicolour 's Porn-A-Thon. The prompt is in bold. Set in that lovely little window of largely angstless romantic possibility between A Day in the Life and Maelstrom. Enjoy!
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked skeptically as he looked up at her from where he lay. But as soon as he saw her slip her beautiful, delicate feet from her shoes and wiggle her toes, it occurred to him that only a fool would question this opportunity.
“Many times,” she said with an easy smile as she came closer to him, “but of course not for many years. Might be considered unbecoming of a president. Besides who would dare to ask me?”
He chuckled. “Certainly not I. Though I might have, if I had known it was among your many talents.”
“Then you are lucky I was so generous as to reveal my unique skill and volunteer.”
“Indeed.”
His body shivered involuntarily as she set her foot gently against his flesh, and he quickly prayed that she had not noticed his reaction. This was insanely reckless, and he had no idea why he’d said yes. Of course, that wasn’t really true. He knew exactly why he’d said yes, and that’s exactly what made this so reckless. But when Laura Roslin makes you this kind of unexpected offer, you don’t say no. You can’t say no.
“Relax Bill,” she ordered, flexing her toes against him, “and just enjoy this. I’m not going to hurt you,” she promised. And with that she stepped up onto his back and steadied herself, chuckling just a bit as she heard him exhale into the carpet. She moved to the top of his back, and with small, gentle steps began to slowly move down his spine.
“Unh,” he moaned involuntarily with the first delicious crack, not even minding the smug little titter she offered in response. He hadn’t really believed her when she told him that by walking on his back she could crack it and bring him some relief for the ache he felt there after having fallen asleep at his desk reading reports, but now he’d happily admit to her that he’d been wrong, because this felt damn good. Too good, in fact, he quickly realized in horror as the pleasure of a second marvelous crack traveled straight to his groin.
He desperately set his mind to squelching his growing response to her ministrations, but the pleasurable little quakes now erupting all along his spine were too much even for a disciplined old soldier like himself to overcome. He might have fought through it if it had been anyone but Laura doing this to him, but he finally had to concede that the mission to resist was hopeless. In truth, he’d never stood a chance, and no matter how much he might like to deny it, he’d seen this coming and volunteered anyway. Reckless indeed.
Having reached the small of his back, Laura triumphantly wiggled her toes against the fabric of his tanks as she listened to the last of his little contented sighs, which she knew he was trying to hold back but could not. “See I told you that you’d like it,” she boasted with a broad grin and then hopped off his back. “Now flip over and let me stand on your chest,” Laura ordered, placing her hands expectantly on her hips as she stood beside him.
Those very well might have been the most terrifying words he’d ever heard spoken. Unfortunately not shocking enough, however, to solve his little (not literally little he subconsciously corrected himself) problem. He hadn’t the slightest clue what to do, so he simply continued to stare into the carpet, praying for some sort of miraculous intervention. Death would even have been welcome as he was in no position to be picky at that moment.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked innocently, but he offered no response. Undeterred, she pressed on. “Don’t chicken out on me now, Bill. I promise you it won’t hurt. In fact, you’re going to love it even more than what I just did.”
Realizing he was not destined to receive a miracle, he finally found the nerve to speak. “That’s what I’m afraid of Laura,” he quietly admitted to the floor.
It took only a moment for her to understand his meaning. “Oh,” she answered, her voice filled with a compassion that would have been utterly belied by the highly amused smirk on her face, had he been in a position to see it of course.
“That’s a perfectly understandable reaction, Bill. There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she offered sincerely. “Why don’t you go ahead and turn over and let me finish. I promise not to look,” she swore as she fought to control her grin.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he replied still looking down. He couldn’t quite believe that she hadn’t just kicked him in the ribs when she realized his problem and then run from his quarters in disgust. “You can leave now, Laura. I totally understand.”
“Now why would I leave when we haven’t even had our meeting yet? That would look rather strange,” she finished as a fresh smile bloomed on her lips, and this time it was one of lusty mischief rather than delight.
“I don’t think I’m in any condition to discuss fleet rations,” he answered, his voice strained by the realization that the longer she stood there over him not the least horrified by his embarrassing condition, the harder he became. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Maybe not, but I’m patient,” she explained. “All you need is a little distraction, and then we can get down to business.” She suddenly lay down on the floor on her side next to him. “Let’s chat,” she suggested, “until you are feeling better … or I guess I should say worse,” she finished with a giggle.
He wondered what the hell she was doing. She had to know lying down next to him was only going to make his difficulties worse not better. What was she playing at? His body shuddered at that thought as he recognized that the answer to that question might be more than he could possibly handle and still keep his pants on, or at the very least dry!
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked when it became apparent that he was not going to start this particular ball rolling.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice still muffled by the floor, which he had not for a single moment yet looked up from. Silence greeted him, however, and that was just as much of a turn on as her chatter with her now so close that he could hear and feel her breath on his ear, so he fumbled for a subject. “How did you learn to crack people’s backs?” he asked lamely.
“My college roommate was a gymnast. She had incredible dexterity and balance. She always joked that a spine was just as good as a beam for practice.”
His cock had nearly unzipped his pants unaided when she said ‘gymnast,’ and he’d barely registered the rest of her words. He was now well beyond the ability to solve his problem through any means other than physical release, and he was starting to guess that had been her intention all along, which was an even wilder turn on. Either that or she was the densest woman he’d ever met, not that that was a likely explanation when it came to Laura Roslin.
“She taught me lots of things actually,” she continued, the husky undertone unmistakable.
The woman wasn’t dense. She was wicked. “Laura, you’re not helping,” he rasped, gritting his teeth in order to maintain his control. As desire coiled in his stomach like a cobra ready to strike, he knew this was the only warning he’d have the strength to give her.
“I know, but I don’t think I want to help,” she admitted. “At least, not that way.” She watched him intently for a moment, the flush on his skin crawling up his neck from beneath his tanks and racing down his strong, bare arms, and then she went after what she had wanted for such a long time. “Look at me, Bill,” she whispered her breath hot on his ear.
He snapped his head up suddenly and turned it in her direction, staring at her almost angrily. She knew very well the price to be paid for this, and she was doing it anyway. ‘Frak their responsibilities.’ ‘Frak the complications.’ That’s what she was telling him by tempting him this way. Well frak her for turning him into a weak and needy fool, because there was no turning back now.
She started to speak again, but he was on her too quickly, swallowing her words as they tumbled out of her mouth and into his in a heated rush, their passion bruising his lips and burning his tongue. “Frak me, please.”
“My pleasure,” he responded in kind.
He pinned her beneath him as he kissed her hungrily, roughly grinding his erection against her hip. If this was what she wanted, then he planned on holding nothing back. Restraint was pointless. They could never go back to the safe harbor of their respective roles now. They had already gone too far. And if they were so well and truly frakked by their own weaknesses, their own base needs to serve their desires, then they might as well frak like they meant it. He took this as her attitude too as she moaned into his mouth each time he rubbed himself against her.
Once he had learned her lips well enough to feel he could give them up, even if only for a few precious moments, he began to trail kisses down the soft skin of her neck. The desire thrumming in her throat maddened him, as the vibrations tickled his lips, causing him to run his tongue along the length of her neck, licking and nipping and laving her skin, as he reveled in the feel and the sound of her singing at his touch. Up and down, he set a languid rhythm with his tongue, while letting his hands wander upward into the silk of her hair and meander there as she writhed and moaned beneath him, her auburn curls catching between his fingers, twisting and spinning around them, until he was utterly lost in her.
As he explored the soft skin behind her ear, swirling his tongue beneath its lobe, she began to giggle. “Ticklish,” she murmured as she opened her eyes at last and looked up into his smiling face.
“I gathered,” he chuckled as he brought one of his hands down from her hair to gently stroke her cheek, eventually drawing his forefinger down to lightly tap her lips. “You are so beautiful, Laura,” he told her before quickly recapturing her mouth in another passionate kiss.
“There’s a lot more to see too,” she teased as she pulled back from his touch.
Looking down on her, seeing her beaming with happiness and flushed with desire for him, he was ready to believe in her gods. “Is that a hint?” he laughed, realizing he’d been so swept up in the touch and the taste of her that until now he’d been surprisingly inattentive to some rather enticing regions south of her neck. It then occurred to him that this was going to take all night to do right, which itself struck him as yet more reason to believe in the divine.
“More like the suggestion of a trade, Admiral,” she replied as she brought her hands around from where she had been stroking his back and ran them along the broad expanse of his chest, drumming her fingers playfully against him. “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours,” she finished with a wink as she quickly dropped one of her hands down between them to cup him through his pants.
“I’m in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?” he responded with a lusty growl, bucking his hips against her to welcome her touch and to beg her for more. As she grasped him and he felt the resultant spasms of pleasure reverberate deep within his heart, he realized his words carried many more layers of meaning than he cared to admit, than felt comfortable for him to admit.
She nodded impishly as she toyed with his hardness. “Oh most definitely,” she teased. But then something deeper flashed in her eyes, as she looked up at him. She’d seen right through him, the many layers of meaning in his words now as plain, and as poignant, to her as to him. “But you’re not alone,” she finished, her satisfied smirk now a radiant smile.
“Good,” he told her, smiling in return, letting his eyes and free hand wander then down to her chest, his fingers coming to rest in the valley between her breasts. This was by far his favorite shirt in her wardrobe for the spectacular view that it so perfectly framed, but he had to admit that the lack of buttons and the tight sculpted fit had him a bit flummoxed. There was no easy way in.
“Problem?” she asked with a knowing chuckle as she herself fumbled with the buckle to his belt.
“Seems show and tell is a harder game to play than I remember,” he explained in frustration.
“Yes, so it seems,” she agreed as her hand slipped again between them. “Perhaps adults weren’t meant to play it on the floor like a couple of teenagers in heat.”
He nodded emphatically. “You are just full of good suggestions today, Madame President,” he laughed as he pushed himself off the floor, his knees creaking as he went, and pulled her up along with him.
When they finished righting themselves, he immediately drew her into an embrace, resting his forehead against hers as he slowly sucked in his breath and marveled at the moment. He was about to make love to the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. A woman he’d wanted far more and yet resisted much longer than any other in his life.
“Hi,” she said in an almost shy whisper, interrupting his reverie, as she looked into his eyes.
“Hi yourself,” he replied, gently brushing the tip of his nose against hers.
She let out a tiny giggle at his sweet gesture, and then she stepped back out of his arms. But before he could lodge his protest and pull her back in close, she reached down to her waist and tugged at her blouse, pulling it up over her head and revealing a bra made of a plain cream silk. No bows or lace, which struck him as just right. Her beauty needed no adornment he told himself as he thirstily drank in the sight.
“Bill.”
“Was I staring?” he asked, his face hopelessly split by a lascivious grin that he could not even make a pretense of masking.
“I hope so,” she laughed. “But this little version of show and tell we’re playing is a two person game,” she finished pointing to his chest.
Nodding in understanding, he quickly divested himself of his tanks, and although she appeared quite pleased by what she saw, he knew he was getting the better end of this deal, especially when he saw her reach a hand behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
Seeing the lust flare in his eyes, she paused. “Unless you’d like to do the honors,” she offered.
It was a tantalizingly tough choice, but he shook his head no, holding his breath in anticipation as he watched her peel away the thin layer of fabric that hid away the answers to so many of his favorite fantasies. The revelations certainly did not disappoint as he engaged in a quick mental exercise of comparison, with her true beauty easily exceeding every measure he’d ever imagined, and he’d imagined quite a bit.
“Bill.”
“Hmm?” he grunted distractedly, not even pretending to look away from her chest as he responded.
“Just because it’s called show and tell, doesn’t mean you can’t touch too.”
He whipped his head up at her words, and as he saw her eyes dancing in coquettish satisfaction, he realized that she was going to be the frakking death of him. Taking her suggestion, he crossed over to her quickly, backing her against the table and then hoisting her unceremoniously upon it. Pushing her down against the flat surface, he shoved her skirt up around her waist and then pulled her legs around his waist, groaning in time with her as he pressed against her core, feeling how ready she already was for him even through the layers of fabric that still separated them. Once he had her anchored around him, he leaned down and buried his face in her breasts, loving the little moans and gasps of pleasure she let out, and the way her nails scraped at the short hairs on the back of his neck, as he licked and sucked and nipped at her flesh. As he rolled one of her nipples between his teeth, he heard her call out his name once more, and he quickly redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue around the nub of flesh until it tightened into a hard peak.
“Bill,” she said again.
This time he realized she had not spoken in pleasure but had meant to get his attention instead. He was quickly learning that she liked to talk through sex just as much as she liked to talk through everything else. And while he was thrilled at the prospect of her talking at him while he frakked her, preferably to call out things like ‘harder,’ or ‘right there,’ or ‘you are amazing,’ he found it somewhat disconcerting that she actually expected him to coherently respond. So he did the only thing he could think to quiet her. He kissed her furiously.
“What was that for?” she spluttered as he finally untangled his tongue from hers.
“I was afraid you were going to make another show and tell joke,” he told her as he kissed the tip of her nose.
Blushing, she let out an indignant little chortle that made his cock bob with delight. “Very cute, Bill,” she protested.
“I thought it was,” he boasted as he dropped his head down to nibble at her neck. “Now what were you were going to tell me?” he asked, his voice muffled against her skin.
“I’m not telling,” she offered in a half-hearted attempt at a grumble that came out instead as a groan as he nipped at her flesh.
“Yes you are,” he insisted as he looked up and then grabbed her waist and pulled her more tightly around him, thrusting his cock against her, causing her to gasp. Her responsiveness did wonders for his ego. Hell, that she’d even let an old warhorse like him touch her at all made him feel like he could conquer the universe. The cylons better watch out!
“I was going to let you know that foreplay has its limits too, but if you feel that you are on a roll then far be it from me to interrupt,” she teased once she’d recovered her breath.
Apparently, he’d only thought he had the upper hand. And as she pushed him harder against herself with her legs, rotating her hips to expertly massage his erection, which was already painfully straining against the fabric of his pants, he realized there was no shame in surrendering to such a clearly superior force. “Was that really what you were going to say?” he growled as he looked into her eyes while bucking his hips into her grasp.
“Actually, I was going to just bottom-line it and ask you to take me to bed and frak me without delay,” she answered with the most impossibly self-satisfied snigger, “but I wouldn’t presume to lecture a master-tactician like yourself on strategy.”
With that he was conquered. He could resist complete surrender no longer. Not that he would have wanted to. Forgoing any effort at ritual or formality to mark this moment of his submission, he reached down and pulled her roughly off the table. As her feet hit solid ground, she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could he’d lifted her once again, this time dipping his shoulder and tossing her over it.
“What are you doing?” she squealed in laughter as she steadied herself with her hands against his back.
“Obeying orders,” he grunted, shifting her on his shoulder and then adding a playful smack to her ass for good measure as he set off on the short march, made shorter by his bounding steps, to his rack.
He dumped her unceremoniously onto his mattress, watching in fascination as her breasts bobbed quickly back into place, thrilling in the realization that age had been a friend to this woman rather than an enemy. As if time, he thought, would have dared anything else in the marvelous face of her. The blush rising on her cheeks and the shy smile curling on her lips as she looked up at him standing over her astonished him. How could she not know how beautiful she was in this moment - in every moment?
Her innocence was not long lived, however, as she shifted suddenly and then lifted her leg to rest her foot in his crotch. “Come to bed, Bill,” she ordered, punctuating her command by deftly massaging him through his pants with the ball of her foot.
Stifling a groan, he grabbed her foot and then bent down and pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind her ankle. “You should register these as deadly weapons.”
“They have gotten us into a bit of trouble tonight,” she laughed. “Now tell me, Bill, when do I get to see what you’ve got holstered,” she asked as she freed her foot from his hold and once again pressed it against his aching cock.
“As you wish,” he replied with a leering grin, made wider by her wonderfully awful joke, and then he stepped back and toed off his boots and shed his pants. He was pleased to see that her eyes lit up at the sight of him. What he lacked in length, he more than compensated for in girth. He’d learned at any early age that what was a minus in the locker room was a decided plus in the bedroom. As a matter of fact, that had proved to be an excellent lesson about pleasing women in general.
As she began to unzip her skirt and wiggle it off her hips, he stopped her. “No don’t,” he ordered, “let me.”
She nodded as he climbed into his rack alongside her, kneeling near her feet. As he ran his fingers along the waist of her skirt, he thrilled at the feel of the shiver on her skin. Bringing pleasure to this woman was his new drug. He quickly pulled off her skirt, and then returned his attention to her panties, which he could see were already soaked through with her need for him. Hooking his fingers into the silk at her hips, and unconsciously licking his lips, he slowly dragged the fabric down uncertain which one of them he meant to drive mad by taking his time.
As he tossed her underwear away, he grasped her ankles, lifting one leg to allow him to position himself between them. Looking down at her so wet and welcoming, he dismissed any grand notions of pleasuring her until she screamed for him to fill her. He’d held out as long as he could. He was just an ordinary man after all, and one who hadn’t felt a woman’s warmth surround him in far too long. He’d make it up to her, he reasoned. This was not going to be their only time. Not if he had anything to say about it.
He lowered himself over her, keeping his weight off her with a propped elbow, and then reached down with his free hand to guide his cock through her folds, bathing himself in her desire.
“Bill,” she whimpered at the contact, her eyes rolling back in her head from the sensation.
“Look at me, Laura,” he directed, fighting for his own breath as he continued to stroke her entrance with his hard length. When he had her attention, their eyes locked, he pushed into her, gently at first, letting her set the pace of their joining with the hitching of her breath and the nodding of her head. Much as he wanted to be buried inside her, utterly lost within her depths, he knew it had been far too long for her too.
“Oh my gods,” she murmured when he had at last filled her completely.
She felt so good, warm and tight, that he rested for a moment at this deepest point, despite the tremendous urge to thrust, to feel that most delicious friction that a man could ever know. But then a longing smile bloomed on her lips, and he felt her contract her walls around him, urging him to spare her nothing. So he began to thrust, his strokes at first measured and deliberate, but all too soon growing ragged and frenzied, as he heard her sighing his name again and again as if it were a prayer on her lips.
“Laura,” he moaned in return. She was his prayer too, had been for so long and now would always be. And he held none before or above her. She was a revelation.
As he felt her draw her legs tight around him, the sweat slickening her grasp, he knew she was trying to match him, searching for her own release so that they might fly over that cliff together, falling down into each other. He wanted that too. Steadying himself as best he could as he pounded into her, he reached down and found that nub of flesh that was the keystone of her desire. Stroking her in counterpoint with his thrusts, he felt her begin to fall apart, her gasps coming in faster succession. “Please come for me, Laura,” he begged, barely able to get his entreaty out for want of breath. “Now, please, now.”
“Oh my gods,” she repeated, this time crying rather than sighing her invocation into his ear.
He shouted her name in reply as he too came with one last bruising thrust, flying apart with the feel of her muscles in euphoric spasm around him. Biting into her shoulder as he emptied into her, he gathered her close, trying to record all the sensations of this incredible moment in his mind so that he might revisit it in his dreams whenever they were apart. The feel of her heart pounding against his own, the hitching of her breath as she climaxed, the whimpers that celebrated her release, the scrape of her nails against his flesh, and the quiver of her muscles as they massaged the length of him. All this he wanted always to remember. He doubted he could ever forget.
As he softened inside her, he smiled at the feel of the last gentle waves of her orgasm lapping against him, now more like ripples in a pond than the rolling surf of the sea.
“Not yet,” she whispered when he began to pull out.
“Okay,” he answered, kissing her lips gently and then rearranging them so that she rested atop him and his weight would not crush her. They were quiet then, taking their time regaining their breath and recovering their senses. He carelessly stroked her hair. She drew absent-mind circles on his chest.
“Tonight was perfect, Bill” she said finally breaking the silence. “Better than I’d ever imagined.”
“You’re welcome,” he joked.
As he listened to her chuckling, he considered again what she’d just said, and her choice of words intrigued him. He could not help but wonder if her seduction had been intentional. Surely she’d known this would be the inevitable outcome of such a dangerous proposition as she had made tonight.
“Laura, why did you really offer to walk on my back?” he asked, uncertain actually of what he wanted her answer to be.
She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him, her eyes twinkling. “Why did you say yes, Bill?”
“Touché, Madame President,” he laughed as he gathered her closer once again. “Touché.”
Finis!