Our Stars Scattered Like Dust (8/11)
Title: Our Stars Scattered Like Dust (8/11)
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: Meanwhile, aboard the Love Boat… 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
*
Laura was surprised they were still going through with this date idea.
After the frakkin' pirates left the ship and all the meetings had finished, she'd spied Bill and Captain Tigh exiting the ward room together. Just the two of them.
She hadn't been able to hear what they were saying, but she had no trouble reading their body language, especially Ellen's. The familiarity between them had been glaring. Thinking of it now made her stomach twist-far worse than the constant churning of alcohol withdrawal, and that was saying a lot.
It was obvious they were frakking.
But she wouldn't think about that just now. It had been a long time since a man had wanted to romance her. That kind of connection wasn't something she was going to throw away just because she might have a little competition for his attention. Especially not when she was the one about to have a few glorious hours alone in the dark with Bill while Captain Tigh did whatever it was that captains do.
Taking his hand in hers, Laura guided Bill up the dark narrow stairs that led to the projection booth.
"Interesting place for a date," he said as she closed the door behind them.
She looked around the small, shabby room. It was little more than a cheap velvet loveseat and an outdated sound console. The film projector had been sold on eBay years ago, replaced by a digital model housed in the wall above them.
"It's one of the few places we can be sure of being alone."
They could have just gone to her suite but Bill had insisted on a proper date, so here they were.
"I brought us drinks," she said, pulling a bottle of chardonnay along with two plastic cups from her oversized bag.
Bill set down the nachos, popcorn and hot dogs he'd picked up at the concession stand.
Looking over their dinner spread, they both said, "Is that it?"
"You don't drink wine?"
"You don't like nachos?"
Bill frowned. "I'll just go grab a soda downstairs. Do you want anything else?"
Laura spied a box of Milk Duds in his pocket. She grabbed him by the shirt front and pulled him close, kissing him long and slow as she slipped her hand in his pocket. "Don't be long," she whispered.
"Don't eat all my Duds."
Not the most romantic thing a man had ever said to her.
As Laura filled her red Solo cup with chardonnay, the theater darkened and the opening frames of the movie filled the theater. Titanic.
Tory was really losing it. First washing Laura's white panties with the strange red dress she'd found on Gaius's floor and now this.
And Laura couldn't even call her up to chew her out because the frakking pirates had jammed their cellphones. She was contemplating chugging her chardonnay to console herself when Bill returned.
"Titanic, huh?"
"Remind me to fire Tory."
Bill dropped into the loveseat beside her, jostling the both of them with a squeak of the worn springs. He nestled the bucket of popcorn in his lap and draped one arm across the back of the loveseat. Laura sipped at her wine and contemplated what she'd heard-or more precisely hadn't heard-earlier. She wasn't really the type to sit and stew over things and so far she'd had no luck beating around the bush with him when it came to relationship talk …
"Are you frakking the captain?"
Bill froze, a handful of popcorn suspended halfway between the bucket and his mouth. "What?"
"I just-I know we aren't exactly dating, I mean not exclusively, but"-she took a long sip of wine, swallowed, and composed her next words carefully-"if you're hitting that then I'm gonna need you to wear a condom next time, if there is a next time-"
"Hey, hey, slow down." He dumped the handful of popcorn back in the bucket. "What makes you think me and Ellen are … you know."
"You're not a very good bartender, for one, and then after the frakking pirates left-you were the only one who got a private briefing."
Bill's eyes narrowed. "Were you spying on me?"
"No. Yes. A little." She brought her cup to her lips and was disappointed to find it empty already. When she reached for the wine bottle, Bill stopped her.
"You haven't asked me why I'm on this ship. Now you're assuming I'm here as some kind of plaything for a happily married woman."
"I didn't. Not until I saw the two of you walk out of that room together, looking a little too … cozy."
Bill settled back into his seat. "Huh."
"Face it, Bill. We don't know much of anything about each other." She pushed past him for the wine bottle again, filling her cup. "And you know … usually that's not a problem for me. I've had my share of at-sea flings, and I couldn't care less where those people are at now. And I didn't care where they came from. They were fun, and … I can't believe I'm telling you all this but I'm going to roll with it, okay?"
He was looking at her, examining her like she was some kind of exotic animal. Laura pounded her wine. No need to be classy anymore; she'd just professed to being some kind of on-board whore.
"I'm curious, that's all. This whole night is supposed to be about getting to know each other and I don't really care what your favorite color is or how you like your steak cooked. And I'm a little jealous, if you want to know the truth. You and the captain have a history and I don't like Ellen Tigh getting the drop on me when it comes to the sexiest man on this ship." She turned toward him, crossing her legs and resting her hand lightly on his knee. "It's obvious that there's more to you than meets the eye."
She waited for his response and watched him put the bowl of popcorn down on the floor in front of them. Upon sitting up, he reached over and ran his fingers down her cheek.
"There's more about me than I have time to tell you right now." Eyes averted, he traced the neckline of her shirt. The rapid infusion of wine was starting to make its presence known in her system, but the dull throbbing she felt low in her belly had nothing to do with the chardonnay.
"Well, I've got all night." Laura slid her palm closer to his inner thigh. That got his attention, but when he looked into her eyes she saw more concern than lust.
"I don't," he said. "In a couple of hours I've got something very important to do."
She bit her lip, trying to read him. "Am I allowed to know?"
"It's better if you don't," he said. "At least for now."
He silenced any objection she might have raised with a kiss. So much for the getting-to-know-you portion of the date, Laura thought, as she felt his fingers slipping the buttons of her blouse free.
*
Bill knew he was still a man when, a couple of hours before undertaking a complicated military maneuver, all he could think about was how best to have sex on a velvet loveseat that could give way any minute.
There was so much he could say; he could write volumes of it down. It's why he didn't know where to begin when Laura began asking questions about who he was. Couldn't he just be Bill the bartender who was up for a good frak?
He knew he wanted to be more than that to her but, as had become obvious over the last few months of his life, making long-term connections didn't seem all that worth it anymore. Hell, he hadn't even held out much hope of getting laid again.
Laura's hand moving higher on his lap helped him refocus. Realizing it could be the last time he touched a woman-though every time he touched a woman nowadays he realized that-he was ready to take it slowly. Slowly, on a deadline.
Her mouth moved to his neck, feather-light touches that made his hair stand on end. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing." Her blouse open, he ran his fingers across her bare skin and over the swell of her breast.
"You always lie to the women you sleep with?"
"Yeah." He put a hand on her ass, pulling her closer. "Get over here."
She raised her eyebrows, then stood up and shed her blouse. Watching her climb into his lap was all his little sailor needed to get fully into the game. She held his cheeks and kissed him hard, wine strong on her breath. His hands worked of their own accord, sliding over her pants, her back, fingers tangling in her hair to draw her more deeply into his kiss.
She lowered her body onto him, rubbing herself against his pants with a few lazy rolls of her hips.
"Am I lying now?" he said against her cheek.
"If you are, you're incredibly good at it."
She had an answer for everything. He pulled one of the cups of her bra down, exposing her breast to his waiting lips. When he flicked his tongue across her nipple, she gasped and tightened her grip around the back of his neck.
An answer for everything except this, he thought, pulling out every trick he knew. How had he missed out on this until now? Her breasts were exquisite. He would have been content to spend all night exploring them, but she gave him only a few minutes of playtime before sliding down off his lap.
"I think I owe you." She smiled up at him as she pulled his belt free.
"You don't owe me." His breath hitched as she freed him from his pants and boxers and wrapped warm fingers around him. He helped her out, shoving his pants down his thighs to give her better access. "But I'm not gonna say no."
Settling down into the loveseat, he rested his head against the back and let his thighs fall open lazily. He felt completely at ease with her. And she was good, amazingly, incredibly good. She wrapped her hand around his shaft with just the right amount of pressure while she swirled her tongue over the head, down the underside and back again in a maddening rhythm.
The movie flickered away in the theater, throwing just enough light in the booth to let him watch her as he took him fully into her mouth, soft yet demanding. Her free hand found his balls and he nearly leaped off the couch when she wrapped a hand around the top of his scrotum and squeezed.
"Laura-"
She stopped and frowned. "Not good? I heard it helps men of a certain age stay hard longer."
He gently pried her hand off his balls and rested it on his thigh. "I've got that part under control. Don't worry."
When she lowered her head to begin again, he was suddenly self-conscious. Did she think he wasn't hard enough? He'd nearly lost his erection the other night midway through-and then that poor showing in the pool-but that had nothing to do with her or his age.
Wrapping a hand around her upper arm, he tugged gently. "Come back up here. I want to kiss you."
The mood had faltered and she looked a little uncertain.
"And take off your pants," he added, unbuttoning his shirt. "None of this half-dressed crap tonight."
She stood in front of him, smiling again, back in her element like she'd been in front of that crowd on the Sunburst Deck. He appreciated a woman who liked to be on display. Slowly, she released the button on her pants, then drew the zipper down. She shimmied out of the snug-fitting garment and stood before him in a barely there scrap of lace.
Sliding forward on the couch, he drew her to him, pressing his lips to her bare stomach as he slid her panties down her hips. The smell of her was intoxicating in the small room. He wanted to do everything at once. Make love to her. Frak her senseless. Hold her all night, skin to skin, while they talked about everything and nothing.
Frak, he was getting sentimental.
Determined to work with what he had available, he sat back on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She settled easily on him, not yet taking him inside her. Kissing him slowly, teasing him with her body as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest, she seemed like a whole different person from the desperate, wanton woman he'd frakked over a bar just a couple of nights ago.
The feel of her sliding warm and wet over his cock was heaven but he wanted more.
"Laura, please-"
She hummed her agreement and with a shift of her hips, he was in. For a moment he held her like that, resting against his chest, feeling her breathing rise and fall with his while he pulsed inside her.
When she finally began moving, it was with a slow deliberate rhythm that reminded him of the ocean. He let her set the pace, focusing on kissing her lips, neck, shoulders, breasts, enjoying the little sounds she made as she rubbed her clit against his body this way and that. She tilted her head back, hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
They climbed together, slowly, until her breathing grew heavy and she shifted on his lap, leaning in to kiss him with enough force to press him back into his seat.
He broke their kiss. "I want to make you come. What do you need?"
She placed his hand between her legs and showed him how she liked to be touched, her fingers guiding his until he got it right. It wasn't his usual approach, but they didn't have a lot of time for trial and error and he wanted to make it good for her.
"Like that," she whispered, riding his hand and his cock together now. "Just-don't stop."
He couldn't decide where to look, first captivated by the sight of where they were joined and then drawn to the look of complete abandon on her face as her orgasm built.
She was watching his hand, biting her lip, so focused on coming that Bill was afraid she wouldn't get there. He didn't want a repeat of last night.
"Laura," he said. Her eyes flicked up to his and he held her gaze. She was panting hard, a sheen of sweat breaking across her forehead. He thrust up into her, throwing off the carefully controlled movement of her hips but not missing a beat with his hand. Thrusting again, deep and hard, he held her gaze and said, "Now."
A look of surprise crossed her face and then relief as her orgasm hit hard. Bill let go then too, thrusting with abandon as she cried out and locked her knees against his hips.
They stayed that way a moment before Laura sighed and relaxed against him, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"That was …"
"Yeah." He shifted around on the small couch, amazed it had held up under their onslaught. Somehow he managed to find a comfortable position for them-him on his back, one foot on the floor for balance, and Laura draped over and around him.
"We could go somewhere more comfortable," she said. "My quarters, maybe?"
He had just under an hour at best and he was in no hurry to get up and dress. "Let's just enjoy this."
Pressing a kiss to his chest, she murmured her agreement.
Bill was surprised to find he was dozing off when Laura's voice brought him back to reality.
"Are we ever going to get to option two?"
Bill glanced around them, at the empty wine bottle and uneaten hotdogs, their clothes discarded on the floor. He traced a finger down her bare spine, memorizing the dip of each small bone. "Maybe we aren't cut out for option two."
Squeezing him tightly, she sighed. "Maybe not."
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: Meanwhile, aboard the Love Boat… 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
*
Laura was surprised they were still going through with this date idea.
After the frakkin' pirates left the ship and all the meetings had finished, she'd spied Bill and Captain Tigh exiting the ward room together. Just the two of them.
She hadn't been able to hear what they were saying, but she had no trouble reading their body language, especially Ellen's. The familiarity between them had been glaring. Thinking of it now made her stomach twist-far worse than the constant churning of alcohol withdrawal, and that was saying a lot.
It was obvious they were frakking.
But she wouldn't think about that just now. It had been a long time since a man had wanted to romance her. That kind of connection wasn't something she was going to throw away just because she might have a little competition for his attention. Especially not when she was the one about to have a few glorious hours alone in the dark with Bill while Captain Tigh did whatever it was that captains do.
Taking his hand in hers, Laura guided Bill up the dark narrow stairs that led to the projection booth.
"Interesting place for a date," he said as she closed the door behind them.
She looked around the small, shabby room. It was little more than a cheap velvet loveseat and an outdated sound console. The film projector had been sold on eBay years ago, replaced by a digital model housed in the wall above them.
"It's one of the few places we can be sure of being alone."
They could have just gone to her suite but Bill had insisted on a proper date, so here they were.
"I brought us drinks," she said, pulling a bottle of chardonnay along with two plastic cups from her oversized bag.
Bill set down the nachos, popcorn and hot dogs he'd picked up at the concession stand.
Looking over their dinner spread, they both said, "Is that it?"
"You don't drink wine?"
"You don't like nachos?"
Bill frowned. "I'll just go grab a soda downstairs. Do you want anything else?"
Laura spied a box of Milk Duds in his pocket. She grabbed him by the shirt front and pulled him close, kissing him long and slow as she slipped her hand in his pocket. "Don't be long," she whispered.
"Don't eat all my Duds."
Not the most romantic thing a man had ever said to her.
As Laura filled her red Solo cup with chardonnay, the theater darkened and the opening frames of the movie filled the theater. Titanic.
Tory was really losing it. First washing Laura's white panties with the strange red dress she'd found on Gaius's floor and now this.
And Laura couldn't even call her up to chew her out because the frakking pirates had jammed their cellphones. She was contemplating chugging her chardonnay to console herself when Bill returned.
"Titanic, huh?"
"Remind me to fire Tory."
Bill dropped into the loveseat beside her, jostling the both of them with a squeak of the worn springs. He nestled the bucket of popcorn in his lap and draped one arm across the back of the loveseat. Laura sipped at her wine and contemplated what she'd heard-or more precisely hadn't heard-earlier. She wasn't really the type to sit and stew over things and so far she'd had no luck beating around the bush with him when it came to relationship talk …
"Are you frakking the captain?"
Bill froze, a handful of popcorn suspended halfway between the bucket and his mouth. "What?"
"I just-I know we aren't exactly dating, I mean not exclusively, but"-she took a long sip of wine, swallowed, and composed her next words carefully-"if you're hitting that then I'm gonna need you to wear a condom next time, if there is a next time-"
"Hey, hey, slow down." He dumped the handful of popcorn back in the bucket. "What makes you think me and Ellen are … you know."
"You're not a very good bartender, for one, and then after the frakking pirates left-you were the only one who got a private briefing."
Bill's eyes narrowed. "Were you spying on me?"
"No. Yes. A little." She brought her cup to her lips and was disappointed to find it empty already. When she reached for the wine bottle, Bill stopped her.
"You haven't asked me why I'm on this ship. Now you're assuming I'm here as some kind of plaything for a happily married woman."
"I didn't. Not until I saw the two of you walk out of that room together, looking a little too … cozy."
Bill settled back into his seat. "Huh."
"Face it, Bill. We don't know much of anything about each other." She pushed past him for the wine bottle again, filling her cup. "And you know … usually that's not a problem for me. I've had my share of at-sea flings, and I couldn't care less where those people are at now. And I didn't care where they came from. They were fun, and … I can't believe I'm telling you all this but I'm going to roll with it, okay?"
He was looking at her, examining her like she was some kind of exotic animal. Laura pounded her wine. No need to be classy anymore; she'd just professed to being some kind of on-board whore.
"I'm curious, that's all. This whole night is supposed to be about getting to know each other and I don't really care what your favorite color is or how you like your steak cooked. And I'm a little jealous, if you want to know the truth. You and the captain have a history and I don't like Ellen Tigh getting the drop on me when it comes to the sexiest man on this ship." She turned toward him, crossing her legs and resting her hand lightly on his knee. "It's obvious that there's more to you than meets the eye."
She waited for his response and watched him put the bowl of popcorn down on the floor in front of them. Upon sitting up, he reached over and ran his fingers down her cheek.
"There's more about me than I have time to tell you right now." Eyes averted, he traced the neckline of her shirt. The rapid infusion of wine was starting to make its presence known in her system, but the dull throbbing she felt low in her belly had nothing to do with the chardonnay.
"Well, I've got all night." Laura slid her palm closer to his inner thigh. That got his attention, but when he looked into her eyes she saw more concern than lust.
"I don't," he said. "In a couple of hours I've got something very important to do."
She bit her lip, trying to read him. "Am I allowed to know?"
"It's better if you don't," he said. "At least for now."
He silenced any objection she might have raised with a kiss. So much for the getting-to-know-you portion of the date, Laura thought, as she felt his fingers slipping the buttons of her blouse free.
*
Bill knew he was still a man when, a couple of hours before undertaking a complicated military maneuver, all he could think about was how best to have sex on a velvet loveseat that could give way any minute.
There was so much he could say; he could write volumes of it down. It's why he didn't know where to begin when Laura began asking questions about who he was. Couldn't he just be Bill the bartender who was up for a good frak?
He knew he wanted to be more than that to her but, as had become obvious over the last few months of his life, making long-term connections didn't seem all that worth it anymore. Hell, he hadn't even held out much hope of getting laid again.
Laura's hand moving higher on his lap helped him refocus. Realizing it could be the last time he touched a woman-though every time he touched a woman nowadays he realized that-he was ready to take it slowly. Slowly, on a deadline.
Her mouth moved to his neck, feather-light touches that made his hair stand on end. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing." Her blouse open, he ran his fingers across her bare skin and over the swell of her breast.
"You always lie to the women you sleep with?"
"Yeah." He put a hand on her ass, pulling her closer. "Get over here."
She raised her eyebrows, then stood up and shed her blouse. Watching her climb into his lap was all his little sailor needed to get fully into the game. She held his cheeks and kissed him hard, wine strong on her breath. His hands worked of their own accord, sliding over her pants, her back, fingers tangling in her hair to draw her more deeply into his kiss.
She lowered her body onto him, rubbing herself against his pants with a few lazy rolls of her hips.
"Am I lying now?" he said against her cheek.
"If you are, you're incredibly good at it."
She had an answer for everything. He pulled one of the cups of her bra down, exposing her breast to his waiting lips. When he flicked his tongue across her nipple, she gasped and tightened her grip around the back of his neck.
An answer for everything except this, he thought, pulling out every trick he knew. How had he missed out on this until now? Her breasts were exquisite. He would have been content to spend all night exploring them, but she gave him only a few minutes of playtime before sliding down off his lap.
"I think I owe you." She smiled up at him as she pulled his belt free.
"You don't owe me." His breath hitched as she freed him from his pants and boxers and wrapped warm fingers around him. He helped her out, shoving his pants down his thighs to give her better access. "But I'm not gonna say no."
Settling down into the loveseat, he rested his head against the back and let his thighs fall open lazily. He felt completely at ease with her. And she was good, amazingly, incredibly good. She wrapped her hand around his shaft with just the right amount of pressure while she swirled her tongue over the head, down the underside and back again in a maddening rhythm.
The movie flickered away in the theater, throwing just enough light in the booth to let him watch her as he took him fully into her mouth, soft yet demanding. Her free hand found his balls and he nearly leaped off the couch when she wrapped a hand around the top of his scrotum and squeezed.
"Laura-"
She stopped and frowned. "Not good? I heard it helps men of a certain age stay hard longer."
He gently pried her hand off his balls and rested it on his thigh. "I've got that part under control. Don't worry."
When she lowered her head to begin again, he was suddenly self-conscious. Did she think he wasn't hard enough? He'd nearly lost his erection the other night midway through-and then that poor showing in the pool-but that had nothing to do with her or his age.
Wrapping a hand around her upper arm, he tugged gently. "Come back up here. I want to kiss you."
The mood had faltered and she looked a little uncertain.
"And take off your pants," he added, unbuttoning his shirt. "None of this half-dressed crap tonight."
She stood in front of him, smiling again, back in her element like she'd been in front of that crowd on the Sunburst Deck. He appreciated a woman who liked to be on display. Slowly, she released the button on her pants, then drew the zipper down. She shimmied out of the snug-fitting garment and stood before him in a barely there scrap of lace.
Sliding forward on the couch, he drew her to him, pressing his lips to her bare stomach as he slid her panties down her hips. The smell of her was intoxicating in the small room. He wanted to do everything at once. Make love to her. Frak her senseless. Hold her all night, skin to skin, while they talked about everything and nothing.
Frak, he was getting sentimental.
Determined to work with what he had available, he sat back on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She settled easily on him, not yet taking him inside her. Kissing him slowly, teasing him with her body as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest, she seemed like a whole different person from the desperate, wanton woman he'd frakked over a bar just a couple of nights ago.
The feel of her sliding warm and wet over his cock was heaven but he wanted more.
"Laura, please-"
She hummed her agreement and with a shift of her hips, he was in. For a moment he held her like that, resting against his chest, feeling her breathing rise and fall with his while he pulsed inside her.
When she finally began moving, it was with a slow deliberate rhythm that reminded him of the ocean. He let her set the pace, focusing on kissing her lips, neck, shoulders, breasts, enjoying the little sounds she made as she rubbed her clit against his body this way and that. She tilted her head back, hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
They climbed together, slowly, until her breathing grew heavy and she shifted on his lap, leaning in to kiss him with enough force to press him back into his seat.
He broke their kiss. "I want to make you come. What do you need?"
She placed his hand between her legs and showed him how she liked to be touched, her fingers guiding his until he got it right. It wasn't his usual approach, but they didn't have a lot of time for trial and error and he wanted to make it good for her.
"Like that," she whispered, riding his hand and his cock together now. "Just-don't stop."
He couldn't decide where to look, first captivated by the sight of where they were joined and then drawn to the look of complete abandon on her face as her orgasm built.
She was watching his hand, biting her lip, so focused on coming that Bill was afraid she wouldn't get there. He didn't want a repeat of last night.
"Laura," he said. Her eyes flicked up to his and he held her gaze. She was panting hard, a sheen of sweat breaking across her forehead. He thrust up into her, throwing off the carefully controlled movement of her hips but not missing a beat with his hand. Thrusting again, deep and hard, he held her gaze and said, "Now."
A look of surprise crossed her face and then relief as her orgasm hit hard. Bill let go then too, thrusting with abandon as she cried out and locked her knees against his hips.
They stayed that way a moment before Laura sighed and relaxed against him, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"That was …"
"Yeah." He shifted around on the small couch, amazed it had held up under their onslaught. Somehow he managed to find a comfortable position for them-him on his back, one foot on the floor for balance, and Laura draped over and around him.
"We could go somewhere more comfortable," she said. "My quarters, maybe?"
He had just under an hour at best and he was in no hurry to get up and dress. "Let's just enjoy this."
Pressing a kiss to his chest, she murmured her agreement.
Bill was surprised to find he was dozing off when Laura's voice brought him back to reality.
"Are we ever going to get to option two?"
Bill glanced around them, at the empty wine bottle and uneaten hotdogs, their clothes discarded on the floor. He traced a finger down her bare spine, memorizing the dip of each small bone. "Maybe we aren't cut out for option two."
Squeezing him tightly, she sighed. "Maybe not."