Fic: Head Games (1/2)
A little privacy. Was it too much to ask for?
These days apparently yes as Tory squeezed into the tiny head beside her. She shouldn’t be irritated. This was, after all, Tory’s lav. Not the girl’s fault that one of Bill’s stupid raptors had gashed a hole in her own. But her bathroom was a luxury compared to this. It had been the first class lavatory, so it was twice the size of this tin can. Twice the size and it had a shower. Sure it was the equivalent of showering in a coffin, but it was all hers.
All hers. A beautiful thought as Tory elbowed her while trying to brush her hair with her off hand. Also not the girl’s fault that the raptor accident had dislocated her shoulder, but she had to hold back an audible sigh as the brush clattered on to the basin knocking her makeup into the sink.
“Sorry,” Tory mumbled through her grimace.
“It’s okay,” Laura assured her wearily as she quickly retrieved the precious remnants of a civilized life that had gone toppling into the damp, carefully wiping the droplets from her tube of lipstick, which was already distressingly close to empty. Couldn’t afford to lose any more to such mishaps.
She motioned to her wounded aide to turn towards her and began to button her shirt for her, trying to look sympathetic to the girl’s plight. This was one of the reasons she never had a husband or children. She liked her space, especially before her morning coffee.
As they continued to primp, a series of distressing bodily noises erupted from the lav next door. Laura tried to ignore it. Her three male aides shared that one, and she really did not want to know which one was currently birthing something horrific in there or she’d never be able to get through one of their briefings again with a straight face.
“Do you mind,” Tory shouted as she pounded on the wall, Laura noting that this explained the series of scuffs and indentations there.
“You know you love it, Foster,” came the muffled reply, followed by hysterical laughter perfectly syncopated with further amazing bodily orchestrations.
Dan. Definitely Dan. Time for Dan to be reassigned, Laura thought as she rubbed her temple, seeking relief from the absurdity of this morning. She was too old to be reliving college-level hijinks.
“Frakking pigs,” Tory huffed as she kicked the wall for good measure before turning back toward the basin and mirror.
She was beginning to understand why Tory was always so uptight. Little had she known how much solitude that flimsy curtain she resented actually did provide.
“Do you want some of my perfume?” Tory offered, now smiling apologetically, as she held up the small atomizer she’d just sprayed herself with.
Laura knew she should be touched by the gesture. Tory had bartered away a particularly kick ass pair of shoes just to get a hold of the tiny quantity of cologne, but she could not help but wonder if the girl was passive aggressively telling her she smelled. This was the second morning in a row she’d skipped the communal shower experience in the cargo bay. The sight of all the angry women in line glaring at her as her bodyguards cordoned off the ladies’ showers was not how she liked to start her day. She also resented that her bodyguard Donna came in and showered with her. Modesty was not the issue. She’d grown accustomed to communal showers on New Caprica, but she hated all the fuss over her safety. She highly doubted that her bar of soap planned to assassinate her.
She would try the showers tonight. Hopefully there would be fewer people in line to piss off then. This was a vain hope she knew, for there was always a line for the showers on Colonial One. As she squeezed by Tory to go out and finish dressing, she cursed Bill’s stupid raptor again. Bill … of course! She should have thought of it earlier. She tossed her toiletry bag and hair dryer into her briefcase and ordered Tory to schedule an extra hour aboard Galactica this afternoon.
**
“Admiral, President is on the line for you,” Dee announced as she approached him and handed off her headset. “Calling from your quarters,” she finished, dropping her voice slightly, almost conspiratorially, and stepping away to give him some measure of privacy.
Bill nodded and hooked on the headset, trying to smile no wider than decorum would permit so as to give Dee no reason to believe that she was absolutely right to be thinking what she was thinking. “Am I late?” he asked, checking the time readout on the command console.
“No, I’m early. Our meeting is not for another twenty minutes,” Laura answered.
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to think I’d forgotten you … I mean our appointment,” he corrected trying to stay on his game. Her voice always did marvelously mischievous things to his insides.
“Not likely,” she chuckled on her end of the line, knowing she was teasing him in private when he was in public and could not defend himself. She loved discomfiting him like this. He was far too serious for his own good. He deserved some fun. They both did.
“No, definitely not,” he replied evenly, resisting her charms outwardly. He knew her games. “I’ll be down shortly.”
“Actually,” she interrupted. “I was hoping to borrow your bathroom, Bill. I’m dying for a little privacy for a shower. Do you mind?”
He laughed inwardly. Mind Laura naked and wet in his quarters? Now that was not likely. “Not at all. Take your time. I’ll be down in an hour.”
“Thanks, Bill … and don’t worry, I won’t make a mess,” she laughed as she hung up.
Bill seriously doubted that as he quickly bit back the smile dancing on his lips, pulling off the headset and handing it back to Dee, who had returned to his side with great dispatch, a small smile of her own lighting up her face. It occurred to him as he watched the young officer return to her duty station that it really was a shame that they could not afford the risk of actually earning such innuendo. He returned to his own station and firmly commanded himself not to spend the next hour thinking about Laura naked in his shower. It was a tall order.
Laura grabbed her toiletries from her bag and bounded into the head. One long, hot, and most importantly, private shower coming right up. This was going to be the best hour she’d spent in weeks.
**
Lee saluted the marine guards before entering his father’s quarters. He wanted to discuss a potentially controversial change in the CAP rotation privately with the Admiral before tomorrow morning’s meeting. He paused as he heard the water running in the head and saw the door slightly ajar. Odd time of day for a shower he thought as he headed for the bathroom. He was in a hurry, and besides he needed to take a leak anyway. The head would have to do for their meeting.
**
Laura let the hot water pour over her head, telling herself to get out now that she was clean and stop wasting water, but this shower was a frakking dream. She chuckled at herself, imagining what she would have thought of it if she had seen it before the attacks. It was small and utterly lacking in frills, just a utilitarian metal enclosure with a flimsy vinyl curtain that had seen better days. But it was twice the size of her coffin, and had three times the water pressure. Bill was a lucky man.
Bill. She wished he was in here with her. She would make him appreciate what he had. Her skin tingled, nipples tightening at the thought of him. She wondered if he thought of her when he was in here, imagining what he did to himself when he did. In here there were no responsibilities. Just desires. Spreading her legs further apart and bracing one hand against the wall, she decided to indulge a few of those.
**
“Just me, Dad,” Lee announced as he pushed open the door to the head, unzipping his fly as he walked over to the toilet.
He heard a grunt that sounded a bit high, but you never could trust the acoustics on these old battlestars, so he shrugged it off.
“Just give me a second here,” he explained as he began to relieve himself, “and then we need to talk some business.”
Laura’s eyes snapped open suddenly when she threw her head back from under the spray to let out a groan, her throat closing and fingers freezing inside herself as she heard a man’s voice.
She was surprised Bill was here. It was so shockingly forward of him. And asking her if she needed help finishing her business too. She had not thought such naughtiness was his style. Perhaps he was just as tired of their responsibilities as she was. She should be embarrassed that he knew what she was doing, that she was in here pleasuring herself thinking of him, but the warm feeling of arousal coiling in the pit of her stomach, still needing to be satisfied, pushed her past the normal limits of her reserve. She wanted him. She knew he wanted her. They didn’t need to make this so hard.
“Angling for an invitation, soldier?” she asked seductively as she pulled back the curtain.
Lee was just finishing and about to zip up, when he heard a woman’s voice behind him. Low. Sultry. And very familiar. Gods, he hadn’t had this particular fantasy in a very long time. Reflexively, he spun around seeking confirmation of what he could hardly believe.
“Madame President?” he squeaked, his collar suddenly incredibly tight.
“Major?” Laura gasped, attempting to process the fact that she had just propositioned the wrong Adama.
For a split second they silently regarded each other, first looking for evidence of mutual mistake in the eyes of the other before the inevitable broadening of perspective. As their eyes wandered lower, they quickly widened in unison.
At the sight of her shock, Lee nervously looked down at himself and saw what he feared. He was indeed still holding his dick in his hand. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Oh frak!” he yelped as he stepped forward to beat a hasty exit from the head. Unfortunately, the floor was now wet thanks to the open shower curtain, and his step already unsteadied by his attempt to shove himself back into his pants.
“Oh frak!” he yelped again as his feet flew out from under him. The last thing he remembered before the lights went out was holding on to his dick for dear life.
Laura felt the giggles starting to bubble in her chest at the sheer preposterousness of the situation, but her first laugh turned to a shriek as she watched Lee suddenly twist through the air and land with a sickening thud in front of the sink. Rushing out of the stall to check on him, she felt her own feet go out from under her.
“Oh frak!” she shouted as she went down.
Lee broke her fall, which was fortunate for her, but most unfortunate for him as he snapped back to consciousness with a wail.
“Oh Gods,” he moaned over and over, relieved at least that the searing pain currently slicing through his body was not coming from his dick, which he still clutched protectively.
“Where does it hurt?” Laura asked breathlessly, trying to regain the wind that was knocked out of her as she scrambled off him and began running her hands along his legs and arms probing for injuries.
“My shoulder,” he replied through gritted teeth as he finally let go of himself and reached for his right shoulder with his left hand, his right arm limp at his side.
As she looked at where he was pointing, she wondered what it was with her and shoulders this week. Considering the amount of pain he was in, she figured his was dislocated too.
“Hang on. I’ll call for help,” she told him as she scrambled over to the phone on the wall. “Medical emergency in the Admiral’s quarters,” she barked into the receiver.
“Shit,” Lee cursed as she moved away, trying with his off hand to get himself back into his pants. He didn’t care how much pain he was in, there was no frakking way he was going to let anyone else see him laying here with his dick hanging out.
Bad enough that he was never going to be able to look the President in the eye again, now he could only pray that she’d keep her mouth shut about this little (no, not little, he reminded himself) detail. Even though he now had visual confirmation that her ass was indeed incredibly hot, he did not think she wanted anyone to know he’d seen it either. So perhaps they would agree to be even.
“Shit,” he cursed again, this time louder and far more desperately, as he struggled to get the necessary force and angle. But given his current position and condition it was hopeless.
“What’s wrong?” Laura asked as she flew back to his side.
He blinked several times while weighing the relative humiliation of making such a request, but in the end he figured she could never be as cruel as Starbuck, who would woof about this until the end of time if she ever got wind of his current predicament.
“I don’t want to be found like this,” he explained plaintively as he glanced down toward his waist.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she followed his eyes. She really, really, really wanted no part of what he was asking her to do, but there was no way in hell she was going to let it get out that the Admiral’s son had walked in on her in the Admiral’s shower with his dick hanging out.
“Okay then,” she said taking a deep breath as she scooted down by his waist and assessed the situation. She had to admit as she examined him that her hopes for the father were not being well served by the son. Lee looked like his mother, though, so she told herself to remain optimistic about other inherited traits.
“Is something wrong?” Lee asked with great concern, his hand instinctively cupping himself.
“No,” she answered quickly, blushing at being caught staring. “Why don’t you close your eyes,” she suggested in a soft voice, lightly stroking his forehead. “Please,” she finished somewhat emphatically. This would really be so much easier if the boy didn’t watch her feel him up.
Lee closed his eyes obediently and removed his hand. He really didn’t want to see a naked Laura Roslin repackage his dick anyway. Once upon a time, sure, but not since he’d figured out that his father had taken up permanent residence at the front of the long line that wanted to tap that.
Satisfied that he was no longer looking, Laura released the button on Lee’s pants. Wrinkling her nose in distasteful concentration, she pulled at the waistband of his underwear and then grasped him between the tips of her opposite thumb and forefinger, making the minimum contact necessary as she gingerly lifted him and piled him into his briefs before letting the elastic snap back against his skin with a gentle thwap. Next she carefully pulled up his zipper, not wanting to do anything to prevent Bill from ever becoming a grandfather, and then refastened his pants.
“All done,” she said while exhaling the breath she had not even realized she was holding in.
“Thank you,” Lee said, opening his eyes and letting out his own breath.
“You’re welcome,” Laura replied as she looked down at him and smiled. With that horrific task behind her, she could go back to feeling sorry for her Captain Apollo’s pain.
“What?” she asked, shoving the wet hair out of her eyes as he stared back at her awkwardly.
“Madame President, they’ll be here any second,” he explained urgently.
“Yes, any second, and the doctor will take good care of you,” she offered soothingly as she patted him lightly on the chest, not understanding the distressed look on his face or his wide eyes until he lifted his head to nod at the droplets of water that were currently trailing down her chest and into the valley between her bare breasts.
“Oh frak!” she exclaimed as she lunged for the towel on the rack just as she heard the hatch door crashing open and boots pounding toward the head.
A little privacy. That’s all she’d wanted.
**
“What’s wrong?” Laura asked as she put down her water glass. Bill had been staring at her sullenly all through dinner and she was starting to get concerned. She was the one who’d had the bad day, not him.
“Nothing.” He shouldn’t have insisted she stay for dinner. He didn’t have total command of his emotions, and resisting her charms took his full concentration.
“Are you worried about Lee? Because Cottle says he is going to be fine.”
“Lee’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.”
The hostility in his voice was unmistakable. Suddenly Bill’s mood started to make sense to her. He was jealous. His son had seen her naked and he hadn’t. Not that they had admitted as much to anyone when the medics arrived, but it was a pretty obvious conclusion to be drawn from the sight of her wet and haphazardly wrapped in a towel. And it was a sight that Bill had breathlessly taken in as he had come storming through the hatch door only moments behind the medics and guards. She had been so touched to know that he had run all the way from CIC just to check on her that she had been glad to give him the show.
But now she was tickled. She had never seen him jealous before. She’d never really given him reason to be, and she was starting to realize how much fun she’d missed. But not anymore.
“True,” she agreed. “He is a big boy … and I certainly hope he acts like one.”
“Acts like one?”
“Yes, I mean, you don’t think he’s one to talk out of turn do you?” she asked feigning earnest concern.
Bill’s eyes narrowed considerably. He did not like where this was going. “About?”
“What he saw.”
“Which was?” He understood that she was just frakking with him now, but when it came to Laura Roslin he was like a rat in a trap. Bait it with cheese, and the rat comes running even if it knows it’s about to get its neck snapped.
“Well, more than he should have,” Laura finished with a blush. She knew she was terrible.
Bill shoved out his chair, standing up quickly to begin clearing the table, clattering the dishes loudly on to the service cart. He knew she was doing it just to get a rise out of him, but godsdamn it he still wanted to punch his son’s lights out. Fool literally stumbled ass backwards into ringside seats to the main attraction, and he was still stuck outside the tent trying to figure out how to afford admission.
“I think your honor is safe,” he grumbled as he continued to clear their meal. Of course her honor was safe. She was currently dining with the biggest wimp in the fleet.
As Laura watched him from behind, she decided to up the ante. She did not plan on leaving these quarters tonight unsatisfied. They’d been trying too hard all this time to be good. It wasn’t worth it.
“Honor is overrated, Bill,” she purred as she stood up from her chair.
His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the cart. He was approximately one more provocative remark away from frakking her brains out. And he knew she knew it too. They were playing with fire, but he could hardly resist her if she was determined. He may be the Admiral, and they might be on the run for their lives, but he was still just a man.
“Laura, you need to be sure of what you want here,” he warned quietly, still looking down.
She came up behind him and slipped her arms around him, running her hands along his chest. “I’m sure I want to know if you are jealous of your son,” she teased into his ear.
Bill lifted his hand to his chest, lacing his fingers in hers and kissing her hand. “You already know that answer,” he told her as he felt her breath on his ear. Their responsibilities suddenly felt very far away.
“Yes, I do,” she laughed as she lightly nuzzled his neck. “I also know exactly how to deal with it.”
“Oh?” he asked as he turned in her arms and then pulled her close.
“Mmm hmm,” she murmured as she touched her nose to his. “Lee might have seen, but he certainly didn’t get to touch.” It wasn’t strictly a lie, since she’d touched him, but what Bill didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“I’m in a lot of trouble here, aren’t I, Madame President?” he whispered as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. It wasn’t as if he had the upper hand in their relationship as it was, but making love to her tonight would mark his permanent and unconditional surrender.
Laura pulled her head back slightly and smiled wickedly at him. “If you don’t kiss me soon, you will be, Admiral.”
Bill laughed, and then he kissed her. As he slipped his tongue between her teeth, he remembered the last time he kissed her. She’d tasted then of liquor and smoke, pungent yet sweet, making his head swim. Tonight they were sober, and as he tasted her again on his tongue, still all honey and spice, he realized that she was the only drug he needed.
Easing into his kiss, she moaned, and then feeling his lips turning up into a smile in response to the sound of her, she giggled ever so slightly, just as she had that night on New Caprica. She could not help herself. He made her a giddy fool.
He swallowed her laugh, crushing her to him as he deepened their kiss. She was perfect. Sensible and strong, ably carrying the weight of their whole world upon her shoulders every day without fail, and yet in his arms she was just a girl once again. His hands roamed her body, tracing the soft curve of her ass and the full swell of her breasts. No, definitely not a girl, he corrected himself as she shoved her leg between his thighs and threw her head back to tempt his tongue with the long expanse of her neck.
The feel of his tongue dragging along her throat was delicious. But what was even better was the sensation of the firm bulge being pressed into her hip as he slowly ground himself against her, now joining her in moaning with pleasure. She snaked a hand down between them to confirm that she could put a certain concern that had been nagging her since this afternoon to rest.
“Oh thank Gods,” she breathed quietly, her whisper chased by the hint of a giggle, as she cupped him and squeezed lightly. Father was most definitely not like son.
Choking off his groan, Bill stopped nuzzling her neck and pulled her straight in his arms. Her eyes glinted with a mixture of heady arousal and deep mischief, and he knew there was something more to her touch than just passion.
“What?” he asked as he nudged the hand that still cupped him.
“Nothing,” she blushed as she guiltily bit her lip and tried to hold back any further damning sniggers. He’d be decidedly unamused to learn she was currently making generational comparisons.
“I really don’t want to know what went on here this afternoon do I?” he asked with a good-natured grin. Something told him that whatever had her so tickled was probably related to her misadventures with his idiot son, and also probably working to his advantage. How could it not be? Her hand was currently hotly grasping his cock.
“Mmm, no, you don’t,” she replied, leaning into him and punctuating her answer with a quick squeeze of her hand and then a nibble of the flesh beneath his ear. His groan told her that she had persuaded him. She smiled as his lips recaptured hers.
“Laura?” He could barely get out her name through the confusion of grasping hands, tangling tongues, and breathless gasps.
“What?”
“Touching is good,” he explained still nibbling at her lips, “but seeing has its merits too.”
She laughed as she pulled away from his kiss and took a step back, reaching for the top button on her blouse as she did. She had to agree.
“Would you like to do the rest of the honors, Bill?” she offered, plucking another button as she continued to edge her way back towards his rack.
He wanted to say something smooth in response, something equal to her considerable wit and style, but all he could manage was a growling “hell yes,” as he followed after her, pulling loose his own collar, which was now impossibly tight and nearly as uncomfortable as his pants. He could hardly believe he was about to make love to this woman who had both tortured and tantalized him for so long.
Laura watched him bounding towards her, a lusty smile on his lips. She couldn’t even remember when she started wanting him, only that it had been the most shocking and wonderful of surprises. He was decidedly not her type. Hell, he wasn’t even particularly handsome. But, Gods, he was all she could think about anymore. She was ready to love him with more than just her heart. Just as he reached her and tore open her blouse, a knock sounded at the hatch.
“Oh frak!” they groaned in unison as Laura banged her head down against Bill’s shoulder.
A little privacy. Didn’t she damn well deserve it?
**
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