[bsg_pornbattle] In His Head/After the Shift
I wrote some stuff that wasn't Laura. Okay, one that was sort of Laura, but mostly, not Laura.
I'm posting these two together, because they kind of go together.
Title: In His Head
Author: icedteainthebag
Pairing: Laura/Bill
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 790
Spoilers: none
Author's Notes: Originally written for the bsg_pornbattle III. Prompt was "Laura/Bill, Ellen Tigh drives me nuts."
“Harder,” Laura begs breathlessly, her back arching into his chest.
Their bodies are slippery with sweat and he’s only begun frakking her in his rack.
“Yeah?” he grunts, thrusting into her deeply. She’s hot, tight like a glove.
Would Ellen be this tight?
He pounds into Laura, his balls slapping her clit and drawing a mewing sound from her throat that sends a tingle down his spine.
“Oh, Gods,” Laura breathes, over and over again. Bill closes his eyes as he grabs her hair and pictures tangling his fingers in a messy blonde mane instead of red.
He tugs on Laura’s hair, holding her in place. She lets a primal moan escape, grinding her hips against him.
He imagines what Ellen would say, what she’d look like and sound like while he frakked her. Against a bulkhead or maybe in Saul’s rack. It would have been her idea, her way of frakking with Saul’s head just a little bit more.
He hated that she did that to him.
It made him so hot.
She’d tell him his cock was amazing, that she’d never been frakked like this before. She’d whisper between thrusts that she wanted him to take her every way imaginable, her dirty descriptions only making him harder inside of her.
He would grip her ass and tell her how much he can’t stand her bullshit. He’d tell her Saul deserves better. He’d tell her he was only frakking her because he was desperate.
He would ignore the glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes and the hint of it in her voice.
“Gods, it’s so good,” Laura moans.
“You like that?”
“Oh, Gods, yes.”
He covers her hands with his palms and rolls his hips into hers. She rocks back against him, a lull as they catch their breath.
He would lean against Ellen’s back and press his teeth against her straining neck. He’d look at her and tell her she deserves this. It’s been a long time coming.
He would see the lust in her expression and the slightest hint of doubt. Maybe a little guilt. And then he’d look away and bury his face in those blond curls and make her cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.
“Bill.” Laura’s hips slam back against him, startling him from his fantasy. He opens his eyes and lets go of her hair so he can flip her over onto her back before settling between her legs. She wraps them around him so tightly, pulling him deeper.
He looks into her green eyes and kisses her. Her tongue takes his mouth with ease. Her fingers slide down the muscles of his back and he groans and buries his face in her neck.
It’s easier that way.
He drives into Laura, the heavy weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She arches up against him, twisting her hips. She grapples at his shoulders, fingernails cutting deep.
“Frak me,” she breathes. “Come on, Bill. Frak me hard.”
Harder than Saul.
He would want her to feel this for days, his thick cock stretching her out, frakking her raw.
He lifts his body up over Laura, the muscles of his arm tightening as his free hand rubs furiously at her clit. It’s slippery and he groans, punctuating her cries of pleasure with his thrusts.
He would want Ellen to come undone beneath him.
“Come,” he grunts. “Come on.”
“Gods.” Laura’s panting, her back a graceful arc up from the bed. Her nipples are hard and he nips at one, catching it between his teeth. She cries out again. “So close, gods, Bill, so close, right there...”
He feels her hands on his hips and his ass, clutching at the taut muscle, forcing him deeper.
He can hear Ellen’s voice in his head, taunting him about how Saul never takes this long to make her come. She would whisper how he fraks her harder, better, longer.
Bill’s orgasm hits him unexpectedly and he groans with each jagged thrust into Laura’s body.
He feels Laura quiver around him and he pushes into her hard, so deep he feels the end of her. It sends her over the edge with a cry of his name, her fingers clutching his ass. He grits his teeth at her muscles milking his overly sensitive cock.
“Frak,” he breathes as he lets himself fall onto Laura.
She lets out a satisfied hum, her chest heaving.
He would immediately get dressed after frakking Ellen. He wouldn’t look at her, even when she put her hand on his forearm, asking him for pause in an unusually quiet way.
“This isn’t anything,” he would say, his voice low.
“It never is,” she would say, her voice smooth as silk.
Title: After the Shift
Author: icedteainthebag
Pairing: Saul/Ellen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 790
Spoilers: a little for S4
Author's Notes: Originally written for the bsg_pornbattle III. Prompt was "Saul/Ellen, the Admiral."
Sometimes when Ellen sucks Saul’s cock, she closes her eyes and pretends she’s sucking off Bill Adama.
It never starts that way. She never intends it to happen.
Tonight she and Saul are engaging in her favorite scenario-Saul, sitting on the side of his rack, just home from a day of work, she in one of his tanks and her panties, wet from thinking about him all day.
Mostly about him.
Ellen climbs into Saul’s lap and kisses his alcohol-tinged mouth, the liquid slide of his tongue tingling against hers as it takes her one swirl at a time. Her hips move over the prominent bulge in his crotch, teasing it to perfection-there’s nothing wrong with Saul. She finds as much beauty in his imperfections as he finds in hers.
That’s why it puzzles her that her thoughts begin to drift toward the Admiral when her mouth moves to Saul's neck. Maybe it’s the whiff of Saul’s cologne mixed with that military smell they all seem to have-wool, sweat, power.
Bill would smell like that.
She laps at his neck and Saul grabs her ass with a growl. She feels herself grow wetter at that low, gravely sound that she just knows Bill would make too, maybe a little deeper, a little lower in his throat.
Ellen pulls her chest away from his to yank up his tanks and toss them to the corner of the bed. She runs her hands up Saul’s chest, coarse hair tickling the sensitive skin between her fingers. She’s seen Bill shirtless and knows he’s different, less hair, more muscle. She wonders what it would be like to trace her tongue along the scar the kind old doctor left after he peeled open Bill’s chest to remove the bullets lodged there by one of her own.
One of their own.
She gets impatient, wanting Saul’s cock in her mouth. She wants to suck him deep and feel his heat and feel how much he wants her-the insistence of his hands gripping at her shoulders and her hair, the roll of his hips against her mouth.
Bill would pull at her hair. He’d tell her to suck his dick. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell her how he really felt when he saw her down between his legs, on the floor below him. Maybe he’d tell her it was where she belonged, but she’d know he was full of shit.
They were more equal than he would ever acknowledge.
She slides down to her knees, unfastens Saul’s pants and unzips them. She frees his cock and looks up at Saul for the last time before she begins lapping at him, slow, luxurious trails around his length that make him groan and shiver.
Bill would feel slightly different when she let him in, and she starts thinking of it now as she slides her mouth around Saul’s shaft, up and down, her eyes closed. Her breath quickens as she sucks harder, faster, just like Bill would want it.
She would use her teeth on Bill just to surprise him; not too much, but enough to make him feel the danger of letting her share this intimacy with him. It would turn him on more and she might, if she was lucky, hear her name slip past his lips among his low moans.
“Ellen,” Saul groans, along with a string of low, dirty curses, frak yeah, frak yes.
She imagines Bill’s discourse would be much less civil. He would thrust into her mouth, might call her a name, might tell her to suck it harder.
She slips Saul out of her mouth and runs her tongue around the head of his cock. “I love you,” she breathes, drawing him in again, closing her eyes once more.
She feels herself throbbing as she sucks Saul again. But what makes her shove her hand down her panties and start touching herself, what makes her palm wet with expectation, is when she imagines Bill might even tease her by telling her that once she swallows his load he’s going to turn her over and frak her in the ass until she comes.
Ellen groans and pumps Saul’s cock with her mouth, a frenetic, intentional pace, fingers rolling furiously over her clit, in rhythm with her sucking. She opens her eyes and turns them upward. She sees Saul watching her and the instant she meets his gaze, he comes with a jerk of his hips and a loud groan, his fingers tangled in her hair.
How would Bill taste?
Her body goes rigid and her eyes squeeze shut as she comes hard, a warm, electric rush sliding up her body as she whimpers around his cock.
When she opens them again, she’s always surprised to see who’s really there.
I'm posting these two together, because they kind of go together.
Title: In His Head
Author: icedteainthebag
Pairing: Laura/Bill
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 790
Spoilers: none
Author's Notes: Originally written for the bsg_pornbattle III. Prompt was "Laura/Bill, Ellen Tigh drives me nuts."
“Harder,” Laura begs breathlessly, her back arching into his chest.
Their bodies are slippery with sweat and he’s only begun frakking her in his rack.
“Yeah?” he grunts, thrusting into her deeply. She’s hot, tight like a glove.
Would Ellen be this tight?
He pounds into Laura, his balls slapping her clit and drawing a mewing sound from her throat that sends a tingle down his spine.
“Oh, Gods,” Laura breathes, over and over again. Bill closes his eyes as he grabs her hair and pictures tangling his fingers in a messy blonde mane instead of red.
He tugs on Laura’s hair, holding her in place. She lets a primal moan escape, grinding her hips against him.
He imagines what Ellen would say, what she’d look like and sound like while he frakked her. Against a bulkhead or maybe in Saul’s rack. It would have been her idea, her way of frakking with Saul’s head just a little bit more.
He hated that she did that to him.
It made him so hot.
She’d tell him his cock was amazing, that she’d never been frakked like this before. She’d whisper between thrusts that she wanted him to take her every way imaginable, her dirty descriptions only making him harder inside of her.
He would grip her ass and tell her how much he can’t stand her bullshit. He’d tell her Saul deserves better. He’d tell her he was only frakking her because he was desperate.
He would ignore the glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes and the hint of it in her voice.
“Gods, it’s so good,” Laura moans.
“You like that?”
“Oh, Gods, yes.”
He covers her hands with his palms and rolls his hips into hers. She rocks back against him, a lull as they catch their breath.
He would lean against Ellen’s back and press his teeth against her straining neck. He’d look at her and tell her she deserves this. It’s been a long time coming.
He would see the lust in her expression and the slightest hint of doubt. Maybe a little guilt. And then he’d look away and bury his face in those blond curls and make her cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.
“Bill.” Laura’s hips slam back against him, startling him from his fantasy. He opens his eyes and lets go of her hair so he can flip her over onto her back before settling between her legs. She wraps them around him so tightly, pulling him deeper.
He looks into her green eyes and kisses her. Her tongue takes his mouth with ease. Her fingers slide down the muscles of his back and he groans and buries his face in her neck.
It’s easier that way.
He drives into Laura, the heavy weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She arches up against him, twisting her hips. She grapples at his shoulders, fingernails cutting deep.
“Frak me,” she breathes. “Come on, Bill. Frak me hard.”
Harder than Saul.
He would want her to feel this for days, his thick cock stretching her out, frakking her raw.
He lifts his body up over Laura, the muscles of his arm tightening as his free hand rubs furiously at her clit. It’s slippery and he groans, punctuating her cries of pleasure with his thrusts.
He would want Ellen to come undone beneath him.
“Come,” he grunts. “Come on.”
“Gods.” Laura’s panting, her back a graceful arc up from the bed. Her nipples are hard and he nips at one, catching it between his teeth. She cries out again. “So close, gods, Bill, so close, right there...”
He feels her hands on his hips and his ass, clutching at the taut muscle, forcing him deeper.
He can hear Ellen’s voice in his head, taunting him about how Saul never takes this long to make her come. She would whisper how he fraks her harder, better, longer.
Bill’s orgasm hits him unexpectedly and he groans with each jagged thrust into Laura’s body.
He feels Laura quiver around him and he pushes into her hard, so deep he feels the end of her. It sends her over the edge with a cry of his name, her fingers clutching his ass. He grits his teeth at her muscles milking his overly sensitive cock.
“Frak,” he breathes as he lets himself fall onto Laura.
She lets out a satisfied hum, her chest heaving.
He would immediately get dressed after frakking Ellen. He wouldn’t look at her, even when she put her hand on his forearm, asking him for pause in an unusually quiet way.
“This isn’t anything,” he would say, his voice low.
“It never is,” she would say, her voice smooth as silk.
Title: After the Shift
Author: icedteainthebag
Pairing: Saul/Ellen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 790
Spoilers: a little for S4
Author's Notes: Originally written for the bsg_pornbattle III. Prompt was "Saul/Ellen, the Admiral."
Sometimes when Ellen sucks Saul’s cock, she closes her eyes and pretends she’s sucking off Bill Adama.
It never starts that way. She never intends it to happen.
Tonight she and Saul are engaging in her favorite scenario-Saul, sitting on the side of his rack, just home from a day of work, she in one of his tanks and her panties, wet from thinking about him all day.
Mostly about him.
Ellen climbs into Saul’s lap and kisses his alcohol-tinged mouth, the liquid slide of his tongue tingling against hers as it takes her one swirl at a time. Her hips move over the prominent bulge in his crotch, teasing it to perfection-there’s nothing wrong with Saul. She finds as much beauty in his imperfections as he finds in hers.
That’s why it puzzles her that her thoughts begin to drift toward the Admiral when her mouth moves to Saul's neck. Maybe it’s the whiff of Saul’s cologne mixed with that military smell they all seem to have-wool, sweat, power.
Bill would smell like that.
She laps at his neck and Saul grabs her ass with a growl. She feels herself grow wetter at that low, gravely sound that she just knows Bill would make too, maybe a little deeper, a little lower in his throat.
Ellen pulls her chest away from his to yank up his tanks and toss them to the corner of the bed. She runs her hands up Saul’s chest, coarse hair tickling the sensitive skin between her fingers. She’s seen Bill shirtless and knows he’s different, less hair, more muscle. She wonders what it would be like to trace her tongue along the scar the kind old doctor left after he peeled open Bill’s chest to remove the bullets lodged there by one of her own.
One of their own.
She gets impatient, wanting Saul’s cock in her mouth. She wants to suck him deep and feel his heat and feel how much he wants her-the insistence of his hands gripping at her shoulders and her hair, the roll of his hips against her mouth.
Bill would pull at her hair. He’d tell her to suck his dick. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell her how he really felt when he saw her down between his legs, on the floor below him. Maybe he’d tell her it was where she belonged, but she’d know he was full of shit.
They were more equal than he would ever acknowledge.
She slides down to her knees, unfastens Saul’s pants and unzips them. She frees his cock and looks up at Saul for the last time before she begins lapping at him, slow, luxurious trails around his length that make him groan and shiver.
Bill would feel slightly different when she let him in, and she starts thinking of it now as she slides her mouth around Saul’s shaft, up and down, her eyes closed. Her breath quickens as she sucks harder, faster, just like Bill would want it.
She would use her teeth on Bill just to surprise him; not too much, but enough to make him feel the danger of letting her share this intimacy with him. It would turn him on more and she might, if she was lucky, hear her name slip past his lips among his low moans.
“Ellen,” Saul groans, along with a string of low, dirty curses, frak yeah, frak yes.
She imagines Bill’s discourse would be much less civil. He would thrust into her mouth, might call her a name, might tell her to suck it harder.
She slips Saul out of her mouth and runs her tongue around the head of his cock. “I love you,” she breathes, drawing him in again, closing her eyes once more.
She feels herself throbbing as she sucks Saul again. But what makes her shove her hand down her panties and start touching herself, what makes her palm wet with expectation, is when she imagines Bill might even tease her by telling her that once she swallows his load he’s going to turn her over and frak her in the ass until she comes.
Ellen groans and pumps Saul’s cock with her mouth, a frenetic, intentional pace, fingers rolling furiously over her clit, in rhythm with her sucking. She opens her eyes and turns them upward. She sees Saul watching her and the instant she meets his gaze, he comes with a jerk of his hips and a loud groan, his fingers tangled in her hair.
How would Bill taste?
Her body goes rigid and her eyes squeeze shut as she comes hard, a warm, electric rush sliding up her body as she whimpers around his cock.
When she opens them again, she’s always surprised to see who’s really there.