The Three Day President
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Summary: Adama obviously wasn't putting out.
Warnings: Sex!
Notes: For hobbit_kate who asked for Laura and Tom having sex way back in the days of that meme that went around. Sorry this took so damn long.
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Tom had sanctioned the executions to help keep her hands clean. Actually, that was just a useful by-product of removing dangerous and weak people from the fleet; but it was still a completely understandable reason were he ever to be called upon to explain the deaths. Letting nothing soil the next president's already fairly spotty reputation (whose was really clean these days?) was still something he had meant to maintain.
Of course, he hadn't anticipated on another opportunity for a frak. They still didn't have a bed, but Baltar's ornate desk was better than a dirt tunnel with nearly two hundred other people sleeping and rutting around them.
Tom was a little surprised she had come to him again. The Admiral had done the big hero rescue, after all. With all the meetings they had since the exodus, he figured Laura had been waiting for the Admiral to make a move. With her hands on his belt and his fingers working open the buttons of her blouse, it was pretty clear Adama wasn't putting out. The man had an admirable amount of self-control in the strangest of places.
He pushed his pants down and she dropped her skirt, turning so that she could brace her arms against the desk. Laura Roslin obviously didn't mind a little semi-public sex. Tom was grateful for that, as being truly alone with the woman was probably never going to happen. Not with her lapdogs always running around, looking after her safety.
Tom recalled the blood they had smeared across each others skin from the cuts due to their tumble off the cliff. Her moaned shut-the-frak-ups, along with her warning bites as she rode him into the dirt of their temporary accommodations. Maybe there was another reason she was here instead of with Adama. She had thrown him down that cliff, likely to save him. That, or she had been hoping to break both of their necks. Maybe something stupid had happened down on that planet, like her wanting him to survive, and him wanting to comfort her. Which had lead to him wanting to keep her as safe as he could up here.
"Frak, what are you waiting for?"
Tom wasn't sure if she was cussing or ordering. He pulled her hips closer, having discovered her lack of panties earlier. He wondered how long she had been planning to do this, that maybe he wasn't a desperate answer to a last resort.
More stupid thoughts.
"For you to beg."
He was pretty sure if she could, Laura would have smacked him. Instead, she glared over her shoulder at him, mussed hair obscuring the side of her face.
"I know when to cut my losses." He watched her expression as he slowly sank into her, feeling her rock her hips to help seat him fully. Her eyes had become half-lidded, and her glasses were close to falling off her nose. She let go of the angry line of her mouth and parted her lips to moan.
And she had told him to be quiet before.
Laura shifted, muscles clenching around him, urging him to begin thrusting. Tom choked out a noise rather than the praise he felt tempted to give. Something started rattling on the desk when he began moving, but the sound was quickly lost amidst their harsh breathing. He could feel half-healed abrasions on the hip gripped in his palm, and his nails cutting new ones. Her rumpled blouse, unbuttoned but not removed, covered her back. Tom wondered if he would ever see her naked, ever be able to hold her flush against him.
A sane man wouldn't want to pull this woman closer.
People had been calling him crazy for years.
"Do you know.."
She was breathless, that's all Tom cared to know.
"..how to make a woman have an orgasm?"
Bitch. He smacked her hip and felt her shudder before she started laughing. She was crazy too, that could count for something.
"Can't hit harder?"
Tom pulled on her shirt until her back was close enough to press against the bruises along his ribs.
“Perhaps I spoke too soon. Maybe you will beg.”
“Frakker.”
“At the pleasure of the president. Always.”
She laughed, breathless, words hitched as she got closer to orgasm. “How was Adar?”
Tom bit her shoulder, not caring about her shirt shielding her skin, not caring to remind her that he had refused her predecessor.
“This.. must have... been the reason... Baltar kept you on.”
His teeth hurt when he released his jaw, and he pushed her forward again, determined for this to be over. He wasn't going to take insults from someone who had practicality thrown themselves over a desk for him. Her knuckles turned white as she went back to gripping the edge of the desk, whole body going taught before her release.
She moaned as he spilled into her, collapsing onto her back. It was hard to breath. “Noisy slut.”
Laura didn't offer a rebuttal and Tom closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He wondered if this would happen again, if she would keep surprising him. If she would keep making him doubt his understanding of reality.
She shifted underneath him, and indicator to move, to begin cleaning up the mess they had made. He responded sluggishly, smirking at the shudder that passed through her when he pulled out. He looked around the cluttered office, trying to find something he could use to clean up with. The pair of panties Laura hadn't been wearing earlier appeared in her hand, and she cleaned herself with them. She picked her skirt up from the floor, and he found some poor bastard's discarded blazer on a chair and took it to clean himself. Something as valuable as clothes shouldn't have been left laying around unattended anyway.
"Anything else you want to complete during your time in office?" She zipped up the side of her skirt, somehow managing to look completely put together.
Espionage. Death. Sex. Tom figured he hit all the points other presidents had taken years to get around to.
He finished tucking himself back into his pants. "I think I'll address the fleet on the wireless. Get one of those special announcements that makes all the other stations turn off. They used to annoy me as a kid, but I figure being the one to make it happen will be enjoyable."
"Really." She seemed bored with his childishness, but then asked, "what will the announcement be?"
"The people will need to know that you're coming back into office."
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Summary: Adama obviously wasn't putting out.
Warnings: Sex!
Notes: For hobbit_kate who asked for Laura and Tom having sex way back in the days of that meme that went around. Sorry this took so damn long.
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Tom had sanctioned the executions to help keep her hands clean. Actually, that was just a useful by-product of removing dangerous and weak people from the fleet; but it was still a completely understandable reason were he ever to be called upon to explain the deaths. Letting nothing soil the next president's already fairly spotty reputation (whose was really clean these days?) was still something he had meant to maintain.
Of course, he hadn't anticipated on another opportunity for a frak. They still didn't have a bed, but Baltar's ornate desk was better than a dirt tunnel with nearly two hundred other people sleeping and rutting around them.
Tom was a little surprised she had come to him again. The Admiral had done the big hero rescue, after all. With all the meetings they had since the exodus, he figured Laura had been waiting for the Admiral to make a move. With her hands on his belt and his fingers working open the buttons of her blouse, it was pretty clear Adama wasn't putting out. The man had an admirable amount of self-control in the strangest of places.
He pushed his pants down and she dropped her skirt, turning so that she could brace her arms against the desk. Laura Roslin obviously didn't mind a little semi-public sex. Tom was grateful for that, as being truly alone with the woman was probably never going to happen. Not with her lapdogs always running around, looking after her safety.
Tom recalled the blood they had smeared across each others skin from the cuts due to their tumble off the cliff. Her moaned shut-the-frak-ups, along with her warning bites as she rode him into the dirt of their temporary accommodations. Maybe there was another reason she was here instead of with Adama. She had thrown him down that cliff, likely to save him. That, or she had been hoping to break both of their necks. Maybe something stupid had happened down on that planet, like her wanting him to survive, and him wanting to comfort her. Which had lead to him wanting to keep her as safe as he could up here.
"Frak, what are you waiting for?"
Tom wasn't sure if she was cussing or ordering. He pulled her hips closer, having discovered her lack of panties earlier. He wondered how long she had been planning to do this, that maybe he wasn't a desperate answer to a last resort.
More stupid thoughts.
"For you to beg."
He was pretty sure if she could, Laura would have smacked him. Instead, she glared over her shoulder at him, mussed hair obscuring the side of her face.
"I know when to cut my losses." He watched her expression as he slowly sank into her, feeling her rock her hips to help seat him fully. Her eyes had become half-lidded, and her glasses were close to falling off her nose. She let go of the angry line of her mouth and parted her lips to moan.
And she had told him to be quiet before.
Laura shifted, muscles clenching around him, urging him to begin thrusting. Tom choked out a noise rather than the praise he felt tempted to give. Something started rattling on the desk when he began moving, but the sound was quickly lost amidst their harsh breathing. He could feel half-healed abrasions on the hip gripped in his palm, and his nails cutting new ones. Her rumpled blouse, unbuttoned but not removed, covered her back. Tom wondered if he would ever see her naked, ever be able to hold her flush against him.
A sane man wouldn't want to pull this woman closer.
People had been calling him crazy for years.
"Do you know.."
She was breathless, that's all Tom cared to know.
"..how to make a woman have an orgasm?"
Bitch. He smacked her hip and felt her shudder before she started laughing. She was crazy too, that could count for something.
"Can't hit harder?"
Tom pulled on her shirt until her back was close enough to press against the bruises along his ribs.
“Perhaps I spoke too soon. Maybe you will beg.”
“Frakker.”
“At the pleasure of the president. Always.”
She laughed, breathless, words hitched as she got closer to orgasm. “How was Adar?”
Tom bit her shoulder, not caring about her shirt shielding her skin, not caring to remind her that he had refused her predecessor.
“This.. must have... been the reason... Baltar kept you on.”
His teeth hurt when he released his jaw, and he pushed her forward again, determined for this to be over. He wasn't going to take insults from someone who had practicality thrown themselves over a desk for him. Her knuckles turned white as she went back to gripping the edge of the desk, whole body going taught before her release.
She moaned as he spilled into her, collapsing onto her back. It was hard to breath. “Noisy slut.”
Laura didn't offer a rebuttal and Tom closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He wondered if this would happen again, if she would keep surprising him. If she would keep making him doubt his understanding of reality.
She shifted underneath him, and indicator to move, to begin cleaning up the mess they had made. He responded sluggishly, smirking at the shudder that passed through her when he pulled out. He looked around the cluttered office, trying to find something he could use to clean up with. The pair of panties Laura hadn't been wearing earlier appeared in her hand, and she cleaned herself with them. She picked her skirt up from the floor, and he found some poor bastard's discarded blazer on a chair and took it to clean himself. Something as valuable as clothes shouldn't have been left laying around unattended anyway.
"Anything else you want to complete during your time in office?" She zipped up the side of her skirt, somehow managing to look completely put together.
Espionage. Death. Sex. Tom figured he hit all the points other presidents had taken years to get around to.
He finished tucking himself back into his pants. "I think I'll address the fleet on the wireless. Get one of those special announcements that makes all the other stations turn off. They used to annoy me as a kid, but I figure being the one to make it happen will be enjoyable."
"Really." She seemed bored with his childishness, but then asked, "what will the announcement be?"
"The people will need to know that you're coming back into office."
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