Our Stars Scattered Like Dust (3/11)
Title: Our Stars Scattered Like Dust (3/11)
Authors: icedteainthebag and wishflsinfl
Characters/pairings: Adama/Roslin, Kara/Lee, Gaius/Caprica, other assorted affairs, ensemble cast
Rating: MA (graphic sex)
Warnings: AU, Character death
Spoilers: through Daybreak
Summary: As the new bartender on the cruise ship Galactica Bill Adama is hoping for an uneventful first voyage, but his life is irrevocably changed when he meets cruise director Laura Roslin.
A/N: As AU as AU can get. Thank you to fragrantwoods and somadanne for their invaluable beta assistance. Also thanks to the folks at bsg_checkin for cheerleading.
Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven
*
"How do you know option three involves locking the door?"
Reaching up, she ran a finger along his jaw, scraping the stubble lightly with her nail. "I think we both know what option three involves, Bill."
Not needing any further encouragement, Bill crossed the room as fast as he could without running. He threw the bolts on the door and quickly reached down to adjust himself before turning back to Laura.
And nearly had a heart attack at the sight of her.
She was seated on the barstool with both arms stretched out along the bar. One strap of her sundress had fallen down her shoulder, revealing the bra he'd gotten a peek at earlier and just enough bare skin to send his imagination running wild. She'd crossed one leg high over the other and swiveled to the side a little, giving him a view of her legs, from her bare feet all the way up to her incredible ass.
Either her panties were very tiny or she wasn't wearing any. His cock jumped at that thought and suddenly he didn't care how stupid it looked that he was sporting wood as he walked back over to her. Let her see how turned on she was getting him. Let her want him as much as he wanted her.
She undid her ponytail and shook her head as he approached. "Is this how you roll a hard six?"
He glanced down at the tented front of his pants and then back up at her. "What do you think?"
She moved to uncross her legs as he approached, but he said, "No, stay there."
Standing beside her, on the opposite side of her exposed leg, he put a hand on her knee. "Don't move."
He was close enough to feel her breath on his lips, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he focused on the green depths of her eyes as he let his palm glide slowly up her thigh. Her breathing increased in time with his, but she held still, letting him explore that single point of contact between them.
When the tips of his fingers met the chair beneath her hip, he swept them inward to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and then back down again, coming to rest behind her knee. She gave a little whimper at the stillness of his hand and he felt his heart race in response.
He'd give anything to hear that sound again.
He traced the line of her calf as he finally let his lips meet hers. She was cautious at first, nipping at him, teasing him the way his hands were teasing her, sliding under both sides of her skirt now as she shifted on the stool to uncross her legs.
It felt like they'd done this before, the way she smoothly maneuvered him between her knees and reached for his belt buckle. He dropped his mouth to her neck, tasting her. Frak, he wanted to taste her.
Ignoring his plan to go slowly and make her want him, he reached beneath her with both hands and hoisted her up onto the bar.
"Lift up your dress," he said, stepping back to take in the sight of her spread out for him.
"Gods, I love this option," she said, shimmying the skirt up to her waist to reveal a lace thong that matched her bra. She leaned back on the bar and tossed her hair over her shoulders. Bill wondered for a moment if maybe he'd died tonight and gone to heaven.
He hooked his fingers in the scraps of fabric holding the thong over her hips, pulling it down her legs. He left it dangling from her toe and stood up, kissing her while his fingers explored what her thong had been concealing. Laura broke for breath as his fingers stroked more firmly.
"Like what you've found?" Her voice was but a whisper as her legs squeezed his torso.
"So far." Slipping the tips of two fingers in, he knew he needed more of her. He crouched, hefting one of her legs over his shoulder and pushing her body back against the bar.
He hadn't wanted something so much in a long time, and he was going to have it tonight.
Her small moans were all he heard as he began lapping at her, far from gentle. Gods, it'd been so long and he didn't remember it tasting quite this good. Her hips began to rock and rose to his mouth when he slipped his tongue inside her.
"Gods, yes. Come on."
Hearing her plea convinced him that she hadn't had a good frak lately, either. He plunged his tongue deeper, one hand splayed across her hip and ass, holding her near. It was a peculiar angle but he wasn't one to complain. The noises she made began to sound more urgent, more frustrated.
"I can't come this way." Laura grabbed his hair in a fist and tugged it, making him wince. "Frak me. I need you to frak me."
He rose and took instant pride in her flushed face and chest, her wide-eyed desperation.
"Just making sure you're wet enough." He unzipped his pants, then yanked the fastener free. He pushed down his boxer briefs at the same time. Freedom, sweet freedom as they fell to the floor.
She drew her finger across his still-wet chin and ran it over his lips. "Am I?"
Bill grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand to his cock, which she immediately encircled, her cool palm holding steady on his nearly painful erection.
"Hard enough?" was all he could manage. The thought of her hot and wet around him was maddening, his arousal quickly rendering him speechless.
"I think …"
With her hand as a guide, he pushed up, trying to slip into her. The frakking countertop was a few inches too high-not what he wanted to deal with during this stint as a bartender-turned-porn star. Laura noticed and wrapped her arm around his neck.
"The barstool."
He supported her hips while she slid down off the bar and settled onto the stool. The height was perfect, his cock naturally at the perfect angle as he stood between her legs. All he had to do was push forward a few inches-and pray the barstool was sturdy enough.
"You sure this will work?"
She glanced around in frustration. "If you have a better idea-"
He didn't-and he didn't want to waste time trying to come up with one.
Bracing one hand on her hip, he slipped into her, his first thrust gentle as he found his place. Laura kissed him, their eyes open, a glint of a challenge. Time to roll the hard six. No turning back.
She leaned back, elbows on the bar to support her weight, watching the movement of his hips, biting her lip in anticipation. Holding her thighs, he started pounding into her, ignoring the creaking of the barstool beneath her. She seemed surprised at his vigor, crying out and echoing the sound on every downstroke, attempting to wrap her legs around his for leverage.
She was intoxicating, every part of her, from those soft sounds to her sweet, warm depths. The way she looked at where they were joined like she craved it and then, when she met his eyes, like she wanted so much more than what he was giving her. He felt the swell of arousal within him, willing it with gritted teeth to wait a little longer. But with that rising excitement came something less desirable.
Lightheaded and dizzy, he stopped, buried deep within her. Needing something to steady himself, he bent forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Hold on."
"Did you come?"
Colors were swirling underneath his clenched eyelids. "No. Not yet."
"Okay." He felt her stroking the back of his neck. "Are you okay?"
Besides the pangs of nausea … "I'll be all right. Got a little dizzy."
She kissed the side of his mouth. "Should I take that as a compliment?"
"Might as well." He caught her lips and kissed her, long and slow, while his body recovered. It was the absolute worst time for this to happen and he wasn't going to let it frak this up.
He thrust into her again, one hard thrust that surprised them both.
He heard the crack of the wood and was able to get a good hold on her ass an instant before the stool skidded out from under them and clattered to the floor.
"Oh, for frak's sake." Laura clung to him, then slid down his body. The cold chill against his cock was undesirable to say the least. "We broke the godsdamned stool."
"Yeah, I know." Bill kicked it out of the way. "We don't need it."
He pulled her against him and a slight wobble of her legs for a moment gave him the opportunity to turn her around and bend her over the bar, his cock hot against her ass.
"Apparently not," Laura breathed.
He lightly grabbed a fistful of her hair, grinding his hips against hers. "I'm resourceful."
"You're also a tease."
He leaned over her, yanking down the strap of her dress and her bra to expose her shoulder. He pressed his teeth against her hot skin and watched goose bumps rise.
"Is this … the part …"
"Irrevocable." He shifted himself so his cock slipped through her folds, hitting her clit a few times to draw out her moans. She spread her legs wide, her ass tipped up to him. A few more slow grinds against the curve of her hip and he felt himself slip between her ass cheeks, making her gasp. Hesitation flitted through his mind, competing with this madness she'd driven him to so quickly. He hadn't come prepared for this.
"My purse."
Oh Gods, he might fall in love with her this very moment if the impression he got was true.
He grabbed her purse from the bar top. He unzipped it and began to look through it, cursing big purses and everything women put in them. "Eucerin cream?" he said, eyeing the tiny tube.
"Different bottle."
He rifled past papers, makeup, so many frakking things until his fingers fumbled upon a tiny clear bottle of Seaman's Choice Lube. He had to laugh.
"Don't laugh, Bill. I'm a woman of distinguished age." She pushed her hips back against him, reminding him of the task at hand. "Sometimes we need a little help."
He popped the cap off. "Seemed fine to me."
She looked back over her shoulder. "Fine?"
"More than fine."
She laughed, turning around again and lazily stretching her arms toward the back of the countertop. "We're talking too much."
His cock twitched in anticipation, enlivened by the throaty sound of her voice and what they were about to do. He slickened it up with his palm, admiring the view she afforded him once again. It'd been a long, long time since he'd done this, and never with a stranger.
But was she a stranger?
Not for long.
He teased her with a lubed fingertip and her tiny moan was instantaneous. All his dizziness was gone; it was now a matter of holding off blowing his load long enough for both of them to enjoy the whole thing. A Herculean task to be sure. For once, Bill was thankful for his age and all those years of experience he had behind him.
One finger slipped in, making slow work of teasing her and relaxing her to the music of her soft whimpers and whispered approval. The volume of alcohol he'd watched her consume was helping, though as much as Laura drank, she never seemed truly drunk.
He was thinking too much again.
Two fingers, in and out, a slow rhythm that her rocking hips matched. With his other hand, he found her clit, and she cried out as he flicked his thumb across it. He watched her fingers curl over the edge of the bar and heard her heavy breaths.
"Yeah?" he whispered.
"Mmhmm."
He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, nudging at her until she started to squirm.
"Stop the frakking teasing." The sharpness in her voice took his breath away, but only long enough for him to push gently inside of her, so very slow and easy. The tightness was almost unbearable, but with that pressure came a deep pulse of pleasure he hoped she was feeling, too. She cursed on a low breath and he withdrew, almost entirely, before sliding all the way back in.
More whimpering and a thrust of her hips back into him and it was his turn to curse.
"Frak." Frakking godsdamn motherfrakking holy love of everything holy.
"I'm fine. Just go." Her voice was so soft. He slipped his clean hand around to her front and found her clit again, hot and swollen. Pressing down on it with the pads of his fingers, he massaged it and rocked into her, over and over. Their ragged gasping reminded him that yes, they may be of what she called a distinguished age, but it certainly wasn't keeping them from ass frakking.
Option three was the best option ever. And he'd just made it up a frakking half hour ago.
Bill again felt his arousal building. "You gonna come?" Because he was gonna come. Very, very soon.
Laura slipped her hand down between her legs and pushed his out of the way. "I can try. Harder."
He did as he was told. She was in some ways his superior, and he loathed insubordination. Her cries got louder, echoing through the bar and for a second he was frightened somebody would hear them, but then he dared fate to make somebody walk in and find him with his dick up the cruise director's ass.
Frak it.
His mind filled with unspoken words-how hot and tight she was, how sexy she was, how he wanted to frak her until she couldn't walk straight. But the words wouldn't pass his lips, getting caught in his throat with his grunts. Her soft moans heightened in pitch and he felt her tightening around him-enough to cause him to come in a hard rush, deep inside her, dizzying, blissful orgasm. It was never the same by himself.
He stayed in her, holding her hips while she writhed against her own hand, still frantically trying to get herself off.
"So Laura Roslin likes it up the ass," he murmured.
That did it.
She bucked back into him, tossing her head back with a noise that made his entire body tingle.
He ran his hands up her sides, gently cupping her breasts as she relaxed back into him, sated. He made the slow effort of withdrawing, thoughts of sex slowly fading into thoughts of where his bar towels were.
"Well, if we aren't a health code violation …" Laura breathed, lying limply across the bar.
"I'll tip the serviceman extra." His name was Doral and he always wore these really stupid suits and was kind of a tool, so Bill didn't mind giving him what he deserved. "Do you mind if I-"
"By all means. I'll need something too, please."
Holding his pants up with one hand and feeling kind of silly, Bill went around the back of the bar and rummaged through his drawer for some old towels that looked like they'd seen their last days. This would be their final day. He handed her one, then turned around to give them both privacy as he washed his hands.
It wasn't glamorous work but he'd never found sex all that glamorous.
When he turned back around, Laura had straightened herself out, slid off the bar, and was holding the towel out to him. "Sorry, but-"
"Let's not talk about it and yes." He took her towel, then tossed them both into the trash basket.
They looked at each other over the bar and smiled, then grinned until they laughed off the awkwardness of it all.
"So," Laura said, clearing her throat. She found her ponytail holder where he'd dropped it on the bar and did her hair up again, back in presentable condition. "Option three. Not for the faint of heart."
He chuckled. "No. And not for every day."
"Gods no." Her answer was so immediate that they both laughed again. She put her hand on top of his on the bartop and squeezed it. "I had a fine time."
"A 'fine' time."
An eye roll followed. "It was … intense. Hot. The best in a long time."
He nodded, his ego getting a much-needed boost. "Me too."
Silence followed until she looked at her watch. "Bill, I … I'm not much of the sleepover type-"
"Don't worry about it." Her gentle rejection stung a little, but the truth was he wasn't sure if he could get it up again any time soon. Sleeping next to her would be a dream, but it was probably for the best not to build up those expectations. "We've both got an early morning ahead of us."
"Yeah." Her vision focused to the rack of bottles behind him. "One for the road?"
"Sure. Lady's choice."
Laura licked her lips and he could see her thinking. "Brandy. You too?"
Bill pulled down the bottle and quickly set up two glasses next to each other, pouring even though his hands were shaking a bit from exhaustion that he didn't want to admit. She watched him, then smiled when they picked up their glasses.
"To the Galactica and to … new friends." Laura fumbled a bit with her words.
"To the lube stash in your purse."
Her short laugh broke the tension. "So Say We All."
They each took a sip. Bill knew he shouldn't be drinking, but there were a lot of things this woman had inspired him to do. Just the one time would be fine.
The silence that surrounded them felt comfortable, like it didn't need to be broken.
Laura finished hers, probably more quickly than she'd normally down brandy. Maybe she was more uncomfortable than he was. "Sleep well, Bill."
With that, she was off, her sundress swishing about her knees-never one for drawing out her goodbyes-and left only a broken stool in her wake.
That was for the best too.
Authors: icedteainthebag and wishflsinfl
Characters/pairings: Adama/Roslin, Kara/Lee, Gaius/Caprica, other assorted affairs, ensemble cast
Rating: MA (graphic sex)
Warnings: AU, Character death
Spoilers: through Daybreak
Summary: As the new bartender on the cruise ship Galactica Bill Adama is hoping for an uneventful first voyage, but his life is irrevocably changed when he meets cruise director Laura Roslin.
A/N: As AU as AU can get. Thank you to fragrantwoods and somadanne for their invaluable beta assistance. Also thanks to the folks at bsg_checkin for cheerleading.
Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven
*
"How do you know option three involves locking the door?"
Reaching up, she ran a finger along his jaw, scraping the stubble lightly with her nail. "I think we both know what option three involves, Bill."
Not needing any further encouragement, Bill crossed the room as fast as he could without running. He threw the bolts on the door and quickly reached down to adjust himself before turning back to Laura.
And nearly had a heart attack at the sight of her.
She was seated on the barstool with both arms stretched out along the bar. One strap of her sundress had fallen down her shoulder, revealing the bra he'd gotten a peek at earlier and just enough bare skin to send his imagination running wild. She'd crossed one leg high over the other and swiveled to the side a little, giving him a view of her legs, from her bare feet all the way up to her incredible ass.
Either her panties were very tiny or she wasn't wearing any. His cock jumped at that thought and suddenly he didn't care how stupid it looked that he was sporting wood as he walked back over to her. Let her see how turned on she was getting him. Let her want him as much as he wanted her.
She undid her ponytail and shook her head as he approached. "Is this how you roll a hard six?"
He glanced down at the tented front of his pants and then back up at her. "What do you think?"
She moved to uncross her legs as he approached, but he said, "No, stay there."
Standing beside her, on the opposite side of her exposed leg, he put a hand on her knee. "Don't move."
He was close enough to feel her breath on his lips, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he focused on the green depths of her eyes as he let his palm glide slowly up her thigh. Her breathing increased in time with his, but she held still, letting him explore that single point of contact between them.
When the tips of his fingers met the chair beneath her hip, he swept them inward to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and then back down again, coming to rest behind her knee. She gave a little whimper at the stillness of his hand and he felt his heart race in response.
He'd give anything to hear that sound again.
He traced the line of her calf as he finally let his lips meet hers. She was cautious at first, nipping at him, teasing him the way his hands were teasing her, sliding under both sides of her skirt now as she shifted on the stool to uncross her legs.
It felt like they'd done this before, the way she smoothly maneuvered him between her knees and reached for his belt buckle. He dropped his mouth to her neck, tasting her. Frak, he wanted to taste her.
Ignoring his plan to go slowly and make her want him, he reached beneath her with both hands and hoisted her up onto the bar.
"Lift up your dress," he said, stepping back to take in the sight of her spread out for him.
"Gods, I love this option," she said, shimmying the skirt up to her waist to reveal a lace thong that matched her bra. She leaned back on the bar and tossed her hair over her shoulders. Bill wondered for a moment if maybe he'd died tonight and gone to heaven.
He hooked his fingers in the scraps of fabric holding the thong over her hips, pulling it down her legs. He left it dangling from her toe and stood up, kissing her while his fingers explored what her thong had been concealing. Laura broke for breath as his fingers stroked more firmly.
"Like what you've found?" Her voice was but a whisper as her legs squeezed his torso.
"So far." Slipping the tips of two fingers in, he knew he needed more of her. He crouched, hefting one of her legs over his shoulder and pushing her body back against the bar.
He hadn't wanted something so much in a long time, and he was going to have it tonight.
Her small moans were all he heard as he began lapping at her, far from gentle. Gods, it'd been so long and he didn't remember it tasting quite this good. Her hips began to rock and rose to his mouth when he slipped his tongue inside her.
"Gods, yes. Come on."
Hearing her plea convinced him that she hadn't had a good frak lately, either. He plunged his tongue deeper, one hand splayed across her hip and ass, holding her near. It was a peculiar angle but he wasn't one to complain. The noises she made began to sound more urgent, more frustrated.
"I can't come this way." Laura grabbed his hair in a fist and tugged it, making him wince. "Frak me. I need you to frak me."
He rose and took instant pride in her flushed face and chest, her wide-eyed desperation.
"Just making sure you're wet enough." He unzipped his pants, then yanked the fastener free. He pushed down his boxer briefs at the same time. Freedom, sweet freedom as they fell to the floor.
She drew her finger across his still-wet chin and ran it over his lips. "Am I?"
Bill grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand to his cock, which she immediately encircled, her cool palm holding steady on his nearly painful erection.
"Hard enough?" was all he could manage. The thought of her hot and wet around him was maddening, his arousal quickly rendering him speechless.
"I think …"
With her hand as a guide, he pushed up, trying to slip into her. The frakking countertop was a few inches too high-not what he wanted to deal with during this stint as a bartender-turned-porn star. Laura noticed and wrapped her arm around his neck.
"The barstool."
He supported her hips while she slid down off the bar and settled onto the stool. The height was perfect, his cock naturally at the perfect angle as he stood between her legs. All he had to do was push forward a few inches-and pray the barstool was sturdy enough.
"You sure this will work?"
She glanced around in frustration. "If you have a better idea-"
He didn't-and he didn't want to waste time trying to come up with one.
Bracing one hand on her hip, he slipped into her, his first thrust gentle as he found his place. Laura kissed him, their eyes open, a glint of a challenge. Time to roll the hard six. No turning back.
She leaned back, elbows on the bar to support her weight, watching the movement of his hips, biting her lip in anticipation. Holding her thighs, he started pounding into her, ignoring the creaking of the barstool beneath her. She seemed surprised at his vigor, crying out and echoing the sound on every downstroke, attempting to wrap her legs around his for leverage.
She was intoxicating, every part of her, from those soft sounds to her sweet, warm depths. The way she looked at where they were joined like she craved it and then, when she met his eyes, like she wanted so much more than what he was giving her. He felt the swell of arousal within him, willing it with gritted teeth to wait a little longer. But with that rising excitement came something less desirable.
Lightheaded and dizzy, he stopped, buried deep within her. Needing something to steady himself, he bent forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Hold on."
"Did you come?"
Colors were swirling underneath his clenched eyelids. "No. Not yet."
"Okay." He felt her stroking the back of his neck. "Are you okay?"
Besides the pangs of nausea … "I'll be all right. Got a little dizzy."
She kissed the side of his mouth. "Should I take that as a compliment?"
"Might as well." He caught her lips and kissed her, long and slow, while his body recovered. It was the absolute worst time for this to happen and he wasn't going to let it frak this up.
He thrust into her again, one hard thrust that surprised them both.
He heard the crack of the wood and was able to get a good hold on her ass an instant before the stool skidded out from under them and clattered to the floor.
"Oh, for frak's sake." Laura clung to him, then slid down his body. The cold chill against his cock was undesirable to say the least. "We broke the godsdamned stool."
"Yeah, I know." Bill kicked it out of the way. "We don't need it."
He pulled her against him and a slight wobble of her legs for a moment gave him the opportunity to turn her around and bend her over the bar, his cock hot against her ass.
"Apparently not," Laura breathed.
He lightly grabbed a fistful of her hair, grinding his hips against hers. "I'm resourceful."
"You're also a tease."
He leaned over her, yanking down the strap of her dress and her bra to expose her shoulder. He pressed his teeth against her hot skin and watched goose bumps rise.
"Is this … the part …"
"Irrevocable." He shifted himself so his cock slipped through her folds, hitting her clit a few times to draw out her moans. She spread her legs wide, her ass tipped up to him. A few more slow grinds against the curve of her hip and he felt himself slip between her ass cheeks, making her gasp. Hesitation flitted through his mind, competing with this madness she'd driven him to so quickly. He hadn't come prepared for this.
"My purse."
Oh Gods, he might fall in love with her this very moment if the impression he got was true.
He grabbed her purse from the bar top. He unzipped it and began to look through it, cursing big purses and everything women put in them. "Eucerin cream?" he said, eyeing the tiny tube.
"Different bottle."
He rifled past papers, makeup, so many frakking things until his fingers fumbled upon a tiny clear bottle of Seaman's Choice Lube. He had to laugh.
"Don't laugh, Bill. I'm a woman of distinguished age." She pushed her hips back against him, reminding him of the task at hand. "Sometimes we need a little help."
He popped the cap off. "Seemed fine to me."
She looked back over her shoulder. "Fine?"
"More than fine."
She laughed, turning around again and lazily stretching her arms toward the back of the countertop. "We're talking too much."
His cock twitched in anticipation, enlivened by the throaty sound of her voice and what they were about to do. He slickened it up with his palm, admiring the view she afforded him once again. It'd been a long, long time since he'd done this, and never with a stranger.
But was she a stranger?
Not for long.
He teased her with a lubed fingertip and her tiny moan was instantaneous. All his dizziness was gone; it was now a matter of holding off blowing his load long enough for both of them to enjoy the whole thing. A Herculean task to be sure. For once, Bill was thankful for his age and all those years of experience he had behind him.
One finger slipped in, making slow work of teasing her and relaxing her to the music of her soft whimpers and whispered approval. The volume of alcohol he'd watched her consume was helping, though as much as Laura drank, she never seemed truly drunk.
He was thinking too much again.
Two fingers, in and out, a slow rhythm that her rocking hips matched. With his other hand, he found her clit, and she cried out as he flicked his thumb across it. He watched her fingers curl over the edge of the bar and heard her heavy breaths.
"Yeah?" he whispered.
"Mmhmm."
He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, nudging at her until she started to squirm.
"Stop the frakking teasing." The sharpness in her voice took his breath away, but only long enough for him to push gently inside of her, so very slow and easy. The tightness was almost unbearable, but with that pressure came a deep pulse of pleasure he hoped she was feeling, too. She cursed on a low breath and he withdrew, almost entirely, before sliding all the way back in.
More whimpering and a thrust of her hips back into him and it was his turn to curse.
"Frak." Frakking godsdamn motherfrakking holy love of everything holy.
"I'm fine. Just go." Her voice was so soft. He slipped his clean hand around to her front and found her clit again, hot and swollen. Pressing down on it with the pads of his fingers, he massaged it and rocked into her, over and over. Their ragged gasping reminded him that yes, they may be of what she called a distinguished age, but it certainly wasn't keeping them from ass frakking.
Option three was the best option ever. And he'd just made it up a frakking half hour ago.
Bill again felt his arousal building. "You gonna come?" Because he was gonna come. Very, very soon.
Laura slipped her hand down between her legs and pushed his out of the way. "I can try. Harder."
He did as he was told. She was in some ways his superior, and he loathed insubordination. Her cries got louder, echoing through the bar and for a second he was frightened somebody would hear them, but then he dared fate to make somebody walk in and find him with his dick up the cruise director's ass.
Frak it.
His mind filled with unspoken words-how hot and tight she was, how sexy she was, how he wanted to frak her until she couldn't walk straight. But the words wouldn't pass his lips, getting caught in his throat with his grunts. Her soft moans heightened in pitch and he felt her tightening around him-enough to cause him to come in a hard rush, deep inside her, dizzying, blissful orgasm. It was never the same by himself.
He stayed in her, holding her hips while she writhed against her own hand, still frantically trying to get herself off.
"So Laura Roslin likes it up the ass," he murmured.
That did it.
She bucked back into him, tossing her head back with a noise that made his entire body tingle.
He ran his hands up her sides, gently cupping her breasts as she relaxed back into him, sated. He made the slow effort of withdrawing, thoughts of sex slowly fading into thoughts of where his bar towels were.
"Well, if we aren't a health code violation …" Laura breathed, lying limply across the bar.
"I'll tip the serviceman extra." His name was Doral and he always wore these really stupid suits and was kind of a tool, so Bill didn't mind giving him what he deserved. "Do you mind if I-"
"By all means. I'll need something too, please."
Holding his pants up with one hand and feeling kind of silly, Bill went around the back of the bar and rummaged through his drawer for some old towels that looked like they'd seen their last days. This would be their final day. He handed her one, then turned around to give them both privacy as he washed his hands.
It wasn't glamorous work but he'd never found sex all that glamorous.
When he turned back around, Laura had straightened herself out, slid off the bar, and was holding the towel out to him. "Sorry, but-"
"Let's not talk about it and yes." He took her towel, then tossed them both into the trash basket.
They looked at each other over the bar and smiled, then grinned until they laughed off the awkwardness of it all.
"So," Laura said, clearing her throat. She found her ponytail holder where he'd dropped it on the bar and did her hair up again, back in presentable condition. "Option three. Not for the faint of heart."
He chuckled. "No. And not for every day."
"Gods no." Her answer was so immediate that they both laughed again. She put her hand on top of his on the bartop and squeezed it. "I had a fine time."
"A 'fine' time."
An eye roll followed. "It was … intense. Hot. The best in a long time."
He nodded, his ego getting a much-needed boost. "Me too."
Silence followed until she looked at her watch. "Bill, I … I'm not much of the sleepover type-"
"Don't worry about it." Her gentle rejection stung a little, but the truth was he wasn't sure if he could get it up again any time soon. Sleeping next to her would be a dream, but it was probably for the best not to build up those expectations. "We've both got an early morning ahead of us."
"Yeah." Her vision focused to the rack of bottles behind him. "One for the road?"
"Sure. Lady's choice."
Laura licked her lips and he could see her thinking. "Brandy. You too?"
Bill pulled down the bottle and quickly set up two glasses next to each other, pouring even though his hands were shaking a bit from exhaustion that he didn't want to admit. She watched him, then smiled when they picked up their glasses.
"To the Galactica and to … new friends." Laura fumbled a bit with her words.
"To the lube stash in your purse."
Her short laugh broke the tension. "So Say We All."
They each took a sip. Bill knew he shouldn't be drinking, but there were a lot of things this woman had inspired him to do. Just the one time would be fine.
The silence that surrounded them felt comfortable, like it didn't need to be broken.
Laura finished hers, probably more quickly than she'd normally down brandy. Maybe she was more uncomfortable than he was. "Sleep well, Bill."
With that, she was off, her sundress swishing about her knees-never one for drawing out her goodbyes-and left only a broken stool in her wake.
That was for the best too.