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Title: Implausible Deniability (Part 2 of 2)
Author: snoopy0917
Pairing: Bill Adama/Laura Roslin
Spoilers: Through Season 4
Rating: MA
Summary: Parents never have sex.
Thanks to deepforestowl for the beta...
A/N: Ok...this story comes from a conversation that unavitasegreta and I had a very long time ago about A/R and Arrested Development. In particular, one scene from the episode, "Visiting Ours." I promised her a crack!fic from the idea ages and ages ago... So this is just meant to be silly and smutty...I'm not so sure if it worked in the end. But I've decided to be an optimist and post anyways...
Disclaimer: All publically recognizable character, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Translation: I own nothing. Merely a laptop, battered 5-star notebook, and a fine point BIC pen. And this little story. The universe? SO not mine...
Part one
Bill’s fingers tangled with hers the moment they were outside. His thumb tickled her palm, tracing complex patterns into the sensitive flesh, previewing his plans for the rest of her. Sparks shot through her body at the simple touch, need spiraling out of control.
Laura had no idea where they were going, but they better get there soon.
Long strides carried them away from the command center, away from the center of town. Past rows and rows of refurbrished buildings. Away from the crowds, from the raptors, from everybody.
She looked over at Bill for the first time since their escape. A smug grin tugged the corners of his mouth, pride and satisfaction at her reactions clear. Full of self-assured knowledge that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Probably already planning exactly how he was going to frak her once they made wherever the frak they were going.
They made it halfway there.
The street was empty. Laura saw her chance. She moved quickly, tightening her hand around his and dragging him into one of the empty buildings, slamming the door in the amused faces of their guards and shoving him against it for good measure. Grabbing his lapels, she pulled herself up his body and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
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“They don’t do that.” Which he knew was probably a lie. Or at best a half-truth. But it was far better to believe. Parents never have sex.
“And if they do - which they don’t - it’s only probably because they feel they have to. I mean, they probably schedule it. In his rack with the lights off. Once a month whether they want to or not….”
###
Laura’s mouth was hot against his. Messy kisses stroked deep into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. Stole his ability to protest, to think, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her, threaded his hands through her too-short hair, as her body curled around his. She broke the kiss at last, moaning his name into his skin as she trailed wet kisses along his cheek.
Bill grabbed her waist, palms slipping under her jacket, untucking her shirt to taste the soft skin of her back, fingers gliding through the thin sheen of sticky sweat. Laura hummed hungrily, nipping at the shell of his ear before sucking on the lobe. Demanding hands slid down his body, grabbing his ass and kneading, rolling her hips against his cock.
His hips thrust back, grinding his already rigid flesh into her abdomen. A groan ripped from his throat. Too loud. Embarrassingly loud. Loud enough that he knew the guards were snickering on the other side of the door. And smartly positioning themselves at all entrances to the place. They were going to be here a while.
Her hands attacked his jacket, forcing his fingers from her body just long enough to strip off the wool and toss it aside. Hers followed, puddling at their feet. He caught her hands as she reached for his tanks, stealing another long, drugging kiss, before pulling back and staring into her eyes.
“Here, Laura?”
“Here.”
Her tone left no room for argument.
Bill wasn’t complaining.
He attacked her shirt, eager to feel her naked flesh. Sweaty, thin silk stuck to her shoulders as he parted the blouse, bared inch after inch of perfectly pale skin. The sides of her shirt fell away from her curves, framing them perfectly. Her breasts molded to her bra, soft swells straining towards him even as she stepped away from the door and into the empty room. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she offered him a better view of her assets. As she lifted a hand, a single teasing finger tracing the strap of her bra, gliding enticingly across her skin. Filled her palm with a breast and tweaked the nipple.
He groaned again, closed the distance between them with short strides and crushed his mouth to hers again.
###
“I mean, my gods, Laura’s sick. She just had breast cancer. I can’t imagine she has much of a sex drive.”
###
Laura gasped as her back hit the wall. Bill pressed her firmly against the hard surface, trapping her body flush against his. Greedy kisses blanketed her neck and shoulders, wetly marking her flesh before he buried his nose in the valley of her breasts.
Her hands flew to his head and shoulders, searching for some semblance of balance as his teeth and tongue made her head spin. His teeth teased along the edges of her bra, following the path she’d drawn for him. His tongue laved and suckled the exposed flesh, dipping under the satin, hinting at what he knew she wanted. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, aching for more.
“Gods, Bill.” She moaned, unable to still her hands or hips as he touched her.
His hands grabbed her ass again, kneading the supple flesh rhythmically as she worked her hips against him. As he captured a nipple between his teeth, rolling it through the satin until it reached a chiseled peak against his tongue. Her hands grasped at his back, burrowing under his tanks. Strong muscles flexed against her palms as she scraped her nails across his skin, pressed him closer, wanting to feel his hips grinding into hers.
“Laura.” He breathed her name into her skin. Her voice was low and dangerous and pure sex. He looked up at her, her head thrown back against the wall, her hands wildly roaming his back, stretching the cotton of his tanks, her eyes looking right into his soul, shining with need, darkening as she focused. As she told him what she wanted.
He loved her like this
“You’ve been driving me crazy all frakking day,” She warned him, one hand catching the chain of his dog tags and pulling him up her body, resting her forehead against his, looking straight into his eyes as she went in for the kill. “I’ve been wet all frakking day because of you.”
Bill’s eyes glazed over at the image, his hands tightening on her ass, aching to push up her skirt and dive into her pussy, to find out just how wet she was. How wet he’d made her.
“Bill.” Her voice demanded his attention. Her brow quirked, challenge clear. “Fix it.”
His mouth went dry for a moment, brain melting before kicking back into gear. The corners of his mouth curved roguishly, smirk unmistakable.
“Yes, Sir.”
His mouth stole one more kiss, quick and deep and dirty, distracting her enough that she let go of his dog tags and threw her arms back around his neck. He pulled back the moment the chain fell back against his chest, putting just enough space between them so he could sink to his knees.
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“She definitely couldn’t handle something vigorous or complicated.”
###
A few practiced flicks of his fingers and her skirt and panties swished to the floor. Laura kicked the fabric aside, leaning back against the wall again, hips jutting forward enticingly. Bill drank in the sight, loving the long lines of her body displayed for him, flawless skin enhanced by the silk shirt, damp bra, and a pair of high heels.
His hands worked carefully back up her legs, tickling her ankles, massaging her calves, groping her thighs the way he’d wanted to in that damn meeting. She moaned again, cries escalating when he added his mouth, licking away the light trails of sweat coating her muscles, nipping at her thighs with wet kisses. He could feel her heat, her wetness radiating from her sopping pussy.
He couldn’t wait. Lifting a thigh onto his shoulder, he spread her labia and buried his mouth in her pussy. Laura cried out, arching her back at the suddenness. At finally being touched where she wanted it. She was shameless, beautiful, grinding herself against his mouth as he latched onto her clit and pushed two fingers deep inside her.
Bill couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she moved. Sinuous and sexy and shamelessly seeking her pleasure. One hand dropped to his head, weaving through his hair and clutching him even closer, burying his face even deeper into her sex. Her other hand grasped at her breasts, cupping, massaging, rolling a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, desperate little squeaks escaping his with each new sensation.
Bill groaned against her wetness, loving the way she gasped when the vibrations covered her clit. He would never get tired of eating her pussy. He’d never get tired of watching her responses. His fingers spread her, thrusting hard. His tongue swirled around her clit.
“Oh gods.”
Her head thrashed from side to side, hips rolling against his mouth, working in instinctive counterpoint to his tongue.
“Oh gods, Bill.”
Her thighs began to quake as the tension built. As the pleasure coiled to near bursting. She was so frakking close. He grabbed at her thigh with his free hand, trying to steady her, support her as she bucked against him. The tight grip hard against her quivering muscles, thumb digging hard enough to bruise. She didn’t care.
She forced her eyes open again. Bill looked back at her intently, enraptured by her responses. His mouth quirked wickedly, a flash of warning just before he latched onto her clit and sucked hard.
She came apart, losing all sense of time and place as the world exploded around her. Bill groaned against her clit as he watched, cock twitching as her juices flowed against his tongue.
He’d never seen anything sexier than Laura. With her head thrown back, neck strained to the point of pain, mouth open as she fought for breath, chest heaving as she gasped, legs trembling, barely supporting her as she crumbled in ecstasy. As she came back to her senses and looked down at him hungrily. Eyed his fingers, still swirling against her clit and through her wetness.
“Frak me, Bill. Now.”
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“And my dad’s not exactly attractive, you know. I can't imagine she'd want to see him naked.”
###
Bill swept up her body, crushing her mouth to his. Laura groaned into his mouth, spine arching as she wrapped herself around him, body humming in pleasure. Her tongue dueled hotly with his before kissing across his jaw, cleaning her wetness off his face. The sweaty silk of her blouse stuck to his arms as he wrapped them around her. Skimming off the blouse, he explored the soft contours of her back, eagerly reaching for the clasp of her bra. She stilled him.
Catching his wrist, Laura leaned back against the wall. Traced her thumbs across the heel of his palm as she raked her eyes across his body. Sweaty wool and cotton got in the way, masking hard muscle and soft flesh from her greedy eyes. Her hands slid up his well muscled arms, sketching the lines of his biceps and tangling in the straps of his tanks, yanking the fabric up and off.
“You have too many frakking clothes on.”
###
“I bet he can't even get it up half the time.”
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Bill’s pants were a near insurmountable obstacle. It took both of them, heads and hands too addled with desire to work the buttons and zipper.
Eager fingers shoved aside loose wool and cotton. Laura swatted his hands away and reclaimed his cock, giggling at the sharp gasp against her neck. At the jerky twitch against her palm, so responsive to every flutter of her fingers. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting lightly into her grip, mouth attacking her shoulder as she stroked him. He felt so good in her hand. Long and hard and thick and velvety, an impossible contrast that made her want him even more.
“Frak, Laura.” He breathed into her skin as she touched him. Long, slow strokes along his shaft. A nail lightly tracing the heavy vein on the underside. A thumb pressed to the tiny bundle of nerves hidden beneath the head. Clever fingers gathering up the fluid leaking from the tip in a final caress. His mouth released her neck in involuntary protest. She brushed her fingers against his mouth, coating his lower lip with the clear liquid and sucking it off.
###
“And anything they do would have to be kind of tame. I mean, he’s pretty old.”
###
His pants dropped, pooling around his ankles, boxers quickly following. Laura laughed at the tangle of fabric covering their feet, throaty giggles making it near impossible for Bill to think about anything else. He kissed her again, swallowing the sounds, unable to stop tasting her. The giggles turned into groans. Her hips began to undulate again, one long, bare leg rising to wrap around him. He grabbed her thigh, her ass, lifting her off the floor, gasping as she locked both legs around his waist. As her heels dug into the flesh of his ass. As her sopping pussy ground against his stomach. Against his cock.
It took everything he had not to take her there against the wall.
###
“The whole thing is probably somber and businesslike. Take care of the basics and be done with it.”
###
Gathering his willpower, Bill wrapped his arms tightly around Laura, stepping back to lay her down on the table pushed against the far wall.
He’d forgotten to take off his boots.
His feet caught, stuck in the fabric knotted around his ankles. He stumbled, pitching forward and starting to fall. The wall caught them, just barely, as his shoulder crashed into the hard surface. Laura shrieked, giggles starting again as she kicked a leg free, dropping it to the floor to balance them as he teetered sideways again, her bright laughter pealing over his muttered curses.
“Shoes, Bill.” She managed between giggles. He tried to kick them off, but it was hopeless. Glaring a warning in her direction, he set her back down, leaning over and yanking at his pants, hoping to loosen the boots enough to kick free of the knot at his ankles.
Laura couldn’t help herself. A firm shove caught him off balance. He crashed to the floor in a heap, grunting as the hard wood scraped against his skin. She kicked off her heels and dropped down next to him before he could protest. Pinned him to the floor with insistent fingers and a clever mouth. Straddled his hips and sank down his cock in one fluid motion, crying out as he thrust into her still oversensitive flesh.
###
“She probably just lies there…”
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Rotating her hips, Laura ground against him, savoring his low shout of surprise. The sharp snap of his hips at the new pressure, driving even deeper inside of her, cock pressing hard in all the right places.
Delighting in his prone position, she let her hands explore. Touch sly, varied, designed to keep him off balance. Discovering all of her favorite places. Tracing hard muscle, tickling soft flesh. Scratching her nails along his scar, dropping her lips to tug at his nipples. Relishing each gasp and sigh she wrenched from him. Loving the way his head fell back, his neck arched as he rolled his hips in counterpoint to hers.
He tasted so good, sweat soaked skin salty-sweet on her tongue. Face tight, desire barely contained as she rode him with long, steady strokes.
###
“And they definitely don’t do anything kinky…”
###
Bill’s hands combed through the short strands of her hair. Skated down her back, light caresses encouraging her mouth. Whispered across her hips, massaging the flesh, coaxing her to move quicker.
Toeing off his boots, Bill kicked free of his pants, planting his feet on the floor and driving up into her. His hands slipped around to cup her ass, squeezing gently in concert with her rhythm before smacking her ass, sharp snaps of his wrist reddening the flesh in time with their thrusts. She inhaled sharply with each blow, groans escalating in volume as his palm stung her skin. Her head dropped to his chest, cheek plastered against his pectorals. Her ass arched into the sting, shoving back into the touch. Bill smirked as he massaged the overheated flesh. At sharp bite on his nipple when he traced along the crease of her cheeks, nudging her teasingly, sneaking a finger between them and toying with her entrance.
Her mouth curled against his skin, wet kisses licking up his body to lean into him, low voice groaning seductively into his ear
“Maybe later if you’re good.”
His hips jerked involuntarily at her words, at the lusty lilt of her voice, at the image consuming his brain. His hand darted back to her hip, anchoring her body, angling her as he picked up the tempo and shoved his cock deeper into her pussy, searching for just the right spot.
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“Hell she’s probably silent and he probably keeps his socks on…”
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Bill’s hand clamped over her mouth.
“Not so loud, Laura.”
She moaned at the low rumble of his voice, tongue darting out to lick the palm of his hand. To swirl around the base of his thumb, salty taste of his sweat and her own dried wetness, heavy and rich. She slipped the digit into her mouth, lips intent on finding all of the pungent flavor.
“Frak.” Bill panted, head knocking hard against the floorboards. “You’re so hot like this. So frakking sexy.”
His hand dropped, trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts, shoving aside her bra to cup a breast and slowly circle the nipple with his thumb. She moaned again. Even louder this time, dropping her head back to try to trap the sound in her throat.
“Gods, Bill.”
“Shh, Laura.” We can’t get caught.” His hips pushed up harder. His fingers tweaked her nipples, drinking in the velvety texture. “Frakking in some random room. Won’t look very good.
“That’s what the damned guards are for.”
She grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, using them for leverage as she rode him shamelessly. He grunted, conceding the point as his mouth nipped at her breasts. The sensation sparked through her spine, wet swirling on her nipples connected directly to her clit.
She was too close. Her groans grew louder. Too loud she knew. She dropped down, breasts rubbing against his chest as she captured his mouth again. He swallowed her moans, compounded them with noises of his own.
The sensation built, consuming them both. It was too much for Laura. She sat back up against him, moving her hips slightly as he thrust into her, searching for the perfect angle, the perfect leverage. Her hand released one of his, dropping to circle her clit as she worked her hips against his. He watched her move against him, eyes closed as she concentrated, as she took her pleasure from him, as she presented one of the prettiest pictures he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stay still, breaking her hold on him with an easy twist of his wrist and grabbing at her hips. Stocking feet sliding across the floor as he thrust up into her.
He covered her hand with his, linking their flingers, thumb circling her clit in the rhythm he knew she loved, muttering unchecked nonsense just low enough for her to hear. How sexy she was. How much he wanted her. How much he loved her.
This time, Bill didn’t care how loud she screamed when she shattered above him.
###
Lee needed to clear his head. Kara was just being Kara, but her teasing bothered him more than he’d like to admit. The whole idea might be lewd and absurd, but it stuck with him. He shook his head again, trying to clear the uncomfortable idea out of his head. His father and Laura could never manage to be even half as sordid as Kara implied.
The walk was doing him good. He’d gotten away from the crowd, fresh air and warm sun going a long way towards clearing his head. Lee picked his route carefully, wandering into the more deserted part of town. Enjoying the solitude, the peacefulness, the calm that Kara had stole from him.
Then he heard the scream.
At first, Lee worried that someone was hurt. But, the closer he got the more familiar the sounds became. The heavy breathing. The rhythmic grunts. The wet slapping of skin. The gasps and sighs and cries.
Someone was getting laid.
He stopped a few feet away from the window, appalled that he was even considering it. He knew it was wrong. Not to mention sleazy and completely perverted. But it was the perfect thing to clear his head and erase that horrible image from his brain. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen much worse.
Curiosity won out. He snuck up to the window, wincing as stray leaves and branches cracked under his shoes. A boyish grin snuck across his features as he peeked.
Frak.
Oh frak.
He’d made a huge mistake.
###
Bill needed more. He rolled them over, cock driving deep into Laura as he spread her out beneath him. She was still convulsing around him, pussy clenching tight as she rode out the rest of her orgasm, lifting her legs to lock around his back and force him even deeper into her. He thrust harder, faster, edge of his world graying, exploding with color, narrowing to only Laura’s scent and sound and taste as he came inside her, crying out against her skin and not caring who heard him.
“Yes!”
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“NoNoNoNoNoNo…”
Lee squeezed his eyes shut. It was a dream. A nightmare. He would wake up any second, safe in his bed. His eyes were playing tricks on him. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.
There was no mistaking that hair, warm auburn glistening in the sunlight. No mistaking those voices, passion clogged though they might be. No mistaking that his father most certainly did have sex. Very good sex. Very athletic sex. Very lengthy sex. Very vocal sex.
He was never going to get this image out of his head.
Lee’s brain overloaded. Spots exploded behind his eyes. The world went grey at the edges, rapidly blacking out as his eyes locked on his father’s dingy white socks.
###
They’d gotten lucky. Neither of them had been thinking. When they’d finally come to their senses, alone and sweat-soaked on the floor of a deserted building, Laura and Bill were a mess. Hair impossibly mussed. Scratches and love bites visible to anyone with a discerning eye. Muscles strained and aching. Clothes irreparably wrinkled and stained, by sweat and dust and other fluids Bill would care not to enumerate to a room full of Quorum delegates.
The summer rainstorm saved them, heavy downpours ruining their plans to tour the settlement. When they finally emerged, Laura’s smirking detail led them back to the raptors, rather than to the command center. Bill would have eviscerated them with a glare and a few sharp words, if the knowing looks weren’t so well deserved.
They had just enough time to shower and change before the next set of meetings on Colonial One. Shower, change, and little else, much to Bill’s dismay. Laura had squeezed into the cramped stall next to him, giggling against his shoulder when he dropped the soap. Groaning when she bent slowly, cheek brushing deliberately against his cock when she picked up the bar. Eyes glinting devilishly when she asked if he needed any help. Hands running all over his body as she lathered his skin. As she stepped back and tantalizingly lathered her own.
Her aides need to learn some better frakking timing.
Bill shook his head again, turning his attention back to the conversation. Kara was still talking, but her eyes studied him thoughtfully. A suspicious glint slowly lit her face. Bill stared back, daring her to say anything about his inattention.
Kara was more than up to the challenge. She’d just opened her mouth when Laura sidled up behind him. Lithe fingers rested casually along his back, tracing precise patterns across his shoulders until they toyed with his collar, darting under the seam to ruffle his hair and tickle the back of his neck.
“Hello, Kara.” Laura’s rich voice smiled welcomingly.
“Madame Prez,” Kara smiled knowingly. “Have a nice afternoon? You guys went missing for a while there…”
Bill looked up at her, curious to see how Laura would handle the subtext. Her brow quirked, voice never wavering as she deadpanned a reply. “We decided to do some exploring. It was very…productive.” The curl of her lips gave her away.
This time, Kara’s smile held no trace of mischief. The broad grin burst across her face. Sincerely happy for them. Profoundly touched by the trust and inclusion. She blinked, swallowed hard, searching for the right way to respond.
Lee stumbled into the room, suit rumpled and still damp from the rain. He walked blindly towards his seat, eyes glued to the floor in front of him, hasty strides carrying him past the little group without a word. Kara smacked his hip as he passed. His head jerked up, muddy eyes glaring at her, before widening almost comically at the sight of Laura and Bill.
Kara stifled a laugh as she remembered him marching past her towards his raptor. She’d been worried at first, at his disheveled appearance and erratic movements. That is until she heard what he’d been muttering to himself.
Lee’s eyes squeezed shut, cheeks tinting green as he began to babble. “Look, I’m going to forget today ever happened. And I’m very happy for you and everything but please. I’m begging you. No. Touching.”
Bill watched his son shuffle off to the furthest corner of the room. “What the frak was that about.”
Kara burst into hysterics beside him. Laura dropped a kiss on the crown of his head, dropping her mouth to his ear. “I think I have an idea, but I wish I didn’t. I’ll tell you later.”
Color flushed across her cheeks as she crossed behind him, snagging the head of her detail and dragging him to the far side of the room. Bill watched her as the blush deepened. As delicate fingers pressed against her mouth, holding in embarrassed laughter. Another look at Kara, mirthful tears streaming down her face as she watched Lee sink further into his chair.
Bill knew he could figure it out. But ignorance, he decided, was clearly bliss.
Author: snoopy0917
Pairing: Bill Adama/Laura Roslin
Spoilers: Through Season 4
Rating: MA
Summary: Parents never have sex.
Thanks to deepforestowl for the beta...
A/N: Ok...this story comes from a conversation that unavitasegreta and I had a very long time ago about A/R and Arrested Development. In particular, one scene from the episode, "Visiting Ours." I promised her a crack!fic from the idea ages and ages ago... So this is just meant to be silly and smutty...I'm not so sure if it worked in the end. But I've decided to be an optimist and post anyways...
Disclaimer: All publically recognizable character, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Translation: I own nothing. Merely a laptop, battered 5-star notebook, and a fine point BIC pen. And this little story. The universe? SO not mine...
Part one
Bill’s fingers tangled with hers the moment they were outside. His thumb tickled her palm, tracing complex patterns into the sensitive flesh, previewing his plans for the rest of her. Sparks shot through her body at the simple touch, need spiraling out of control.
Laura had no idea where they were going, but they better get there soon.
Long strides carried them away from the command center, away from the center of town. Past rows and rows of refurbrished buildings. Away from the crowds, from the raptors, from everybody.
She looked over at Bill for the first time since their escape. A smug grin tugged the corners of his mouth, pride and satisfaction at her reactions clear. Full of self-assured knowledge that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Probably already planning exactly how he was going to frak her once they made wherever the frak they were going.
They made it halfway there.
The street was empty. Laura saw her chance. She moved quickly, tightening her hand around his and dragging him into one of the empty buildings, slamming the door in the amused faces of their guards and shoving him against it for good measure. Grabbing his lapels, she pulled herself up his body and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
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“They don’t do that.” Which he knew was probably a lie. Or at best a half-truth. But it was far better to believe. Parents never have sex.
“And if they do - which they don’t - it’s only probably because they feel they have to. I mean, they probably schedule it. In his rack with the lights off. Once a month whether they want to or not….”
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Laura’s mouth was hot against his. Messy kisses stroked deep into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. Stole his ability to protest, to think, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her, threaded his hands through her too-short hair, as her body curled around his. She broke the kiss at last, moaning his name into his skin as she trailed wet kisses along his cheek.
Bill grabbed her waist, palms slipping under her jacket, untucking her shirt to taste the soft skin of her back, fingers gliding through the thin sheen of sticky sweat. Laura hummed hungrily, nipping at the shell of his ear before sucking on the lobe. Demanding hands slid down his body, grabbing his ass and kneading, rolling her hips against his cock.
His hips thrust back, grinding his already rigid flesh into her abdomen. A groan ripped from his throat. Too loud. Embarrassingly loud. Loud enough that he knew the guards were snickering on the other side of the door. And smartly positioning themselves at all entrances to the place. They were going to be here a while.
Her hands attacked his jacket, forcing his fingers from her body just long enough to strip off the wool and toss it aside. Hers followed, puddling at their feet. He caught her hands as she reached for his tanks, stealing another long, drugging kiss, before pulling back and staring into her eyes.
“Here, Laura?”
“Here.”
Her tone left no room for argument.
Bill wasn’t complaining.
He attacked her shirt, eager to feel her naked flesh. Sweaty, thin silk stuck to her shoulders as he parted the blouse, bared inch after inch of perfectly pale skin. The sides of her shirt fell away from her curves, framing them perfectly. Her breasts molded to her bra, soft swells straining towards him even as she stepped away from the door and into the empty room. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she offered him a better view of her assets. As she lifted a hand, a single teasing finger tracing the strap of her bra, gliding enticingly across her skin. Filled her palm with a breast and tweaked the nipple.
He groaned again, closed the distance between them with short strides and crushed his mouth to hers again.
###
“I mean, my gods, Laura’s sick. She just had breast cancer. I can’t imagine she has much of a sex drive.”
###
Laura gasped as her back hit the wall. Bill pressed her firmly against the hard surface, trapping her body flush against his. Greedy kisses blanketed her neck and shoulders, wetly marking her flesh before he buried his nose in the valley of her breasts.
Her hands flew to his head and shoulders, searching for some semblance of balance as his teeth and tongue made her head spin. His teeth teased along the edges of her bra, following the path she’d drawn for him. His tongue laved and suckled the exposed flesh, dipping under the satin, hinting at what he knew she wanted. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, aching for more.
“Gods, Bill.” She moaned, unable to still her hands or hips as he touched her.
His hands grabbed her ass again, kneading the supple flesh rhythmically as she worked her hips against him. As he captured a nipple between his teeth, rolling it through the satin until it reached a chiseled peak against his tongue. Her hands grasped at his back, burrowing under his tanks. Strong muscles flexed against her palms as she scraped her nails across his skin, pressed him closer, wanting to feel his hips grinding into hers.
“Laura.” He breathed her name into her skin. Her voice was low and dangerous and pure sex. He looked up at her, her head thrown back against the wall, her hands wildly roaming his back, stretching the cotton of his tanks, her eyes looking right into his soul, shining with need, darkening as she focused. As she told him what she wanted.
He loved her like this
“You’ve been driving me crazy all frakking day,” She warned him, one hand catching the chain of his dog tags and pulling him up her body, resting her forehead against his, looking straight into his eyes as she went in for the kill. “I’ve been wet all frakking day because of you.”
Bill’s eyes glazed over at the image, his hands tightening on her ass, aching to push up her skirt and dive into her pussy, to find out just how wet she was. How wet he’d made her.
“Bill.” Her voice demanded his attention. Her brow quirked, challenge clear. “Fix it.”
His mouth went dry for a moment, brain melting before kicking back into gear. The corners of his mouth curved roguishly, smirk unmistakable.
“Yes, Sir.”
His mouth stole one more kiss, quick and deep and dirty, distracting her enough that she let go of his dog tags and threw her arms back around his neck. He pulled back the moment the chain fell back against his chest, putting just enough space between them so he could sink to his knees.
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“She definitely couldn’t handle something vigorous or complicated.”
###
A few practiced flicks of his fingers and her skirt and panties swished to the floor. Laura kicked the fabric aside, leaning back against the wall again, hips jutting forward enticingly. Bill drank in the sight, loving the long lines of her body displayed for him, flawless skin enhanced by the silk shirt, damp bra, and a pair of high heels.
His hands worked carefully back up her legs, tickling her ankles, massaging her calves, groping her thighs the way he’d wanted to in that damn meeting. She moaned again, cries escalating when he added his mouth, licking away the light trails of sweat coating her muscles, nipping at her thighs with wet kisses. He could feel her heat, her wetness radiating from her sopping pussy.
He couldn’t wait. Lifting a thigh onto his shoulder, he spread her labia and buried his mouth in her pussy. Laura cried out, arching her back at the suddenness. At finally being touched where she wanted it. She was shameless, beautiful, grinding herself against his mouth as he latched onto her clit and pushed two fingers deep inside her.
Bill couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she moved. Sinuous and sexy and shamelessly seeking her pleasure. One hand dropped to his head, weaving through his hair and clutching him even closer, burying his face even deeper into her sex. Her other hand grasped at her breasts, cupping, massaging, rolling a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, desperate little squeaks escaping his with each new sensation.
Bill groaned against her wetness, loving the way she gasped when the vibrations covered her clit. He would never get tired of eating her pussy. He’d never get tired of watching her responses. His fingers spread her, thrusting hard. His tongue swirled around her clit.
“Oh gods.”
Her head thrashed from side to side, hips rolling against his mouth, working in instinctive counterpoint to his tongue.
“Oh gods, Bill.”
Her thighs began to quake as the tension built. As the pleasure coiled to near bursting. She was so frakking close. He grabbed at her thigh with his free hand, trying to steady her, support her as she bucked against him. The tight grip hard against her quivering muscles, thumb digging hard enough to bruise. She didn’t care.
She forced her eyes open again. Bill looked back at her intently, enraptured by her responses. His mouth quirked wickedly, a flash of warning just before he latched onto her clit and sucked hard.
She came apart, losing all sense of time and place as the world exploded around her. Bill groaned against her clit as he watched, cock twitching as her juices flowed against his tongue.
He’d never seen anything sexier than Laura. With her head thrown back, neck strained to the point of pain, mouth open as she fought for breath, chest heaving as she gasped, legs trembling, barely supporting her as she crumbled in ecstasy. As she came back to her senses and looked down at him hungrily. Eyed his fingers, still swirling against her clit and through her wetness.
“Frak me, Bill. Now.”
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“And my dad’s not exactly attractive, you know. I can't imagine she'd want to see him naked.”
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Bill swept up her body, crushing her mouth to his. Laura groaned into his mouth, spine arching as she wrapped herself around him, body humming in pleasure. Her tongue dueled hotly with his before kissing across his jaw, cleaning her wetness off his face. The sweaty silk of her blouse stuck to his arms as he wrapped them around her. Skimming off the blouse, he explored the soft contours of her back, eagerly reaching for the clasp of her bra. She stilled him.
Catching his wrist, Laura leaned back against the wall. Traced her thumbs across the heel of his palm as she raked her eyes across his body. Sweaty wool and cotton got in the way, masking hard muscle and soft flesh from her greedy eyes. Her hands slid up his well muscled arms, sketching the lines of his biceps and tangling in the straps of his tanks, yanking the fabric up and off.
“You have too many frakking clothes on.”
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“I bet he can't even get it up half the time.”
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Bill’s pants were a near insurmountable obstacle. It took both of them, heads and hands too addled with desire to work the buttons and zipper.
Eager fingers shoved aside loose wool and cotton. Laura swatted his hands away and reclaimed his cock, giggling at the sharp gasp against her neck. At the jerky twitch against her palm, so responsive to every flutter of her fingers. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting lightly into her grip, mouth attacking her shoulder as she stroked him. He felt so good in her hand. Long and hard and thick and velvety, an impossible contrast that made her want him even more.
“Frak, Laura.” He breathed into her skin as she touched him. Long, slow strokes along his shaft. A nail lightly tracing the heavy vein on the underside. A thumb pressed to the tiny bundle of nerves hidden beneath the head. Clever fingers gathering up the fluid leaking from the tip in a final caress. His mouth released her neck in involuntary protest. She brushed her fingers against his mouth, coating his lower lip with the clear liquid and sucking it off.
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“And anything they do would have to be kind of tame. I mean, he’s pretty old.”
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His pants dropped, pooling around his ankles, boxers quickly following. Laura laughed at the tangle of fabric covering their feet, throaty giggles making it near impossible for Bill to think about anything else. He kissed her again, swallowing the sounds, unable to stop tasting her. The giggles turned into groans. Her hips began to undulate again, one long, bare leg rising to wrap around him. He grabbed her thigh, her ass, lifting her off the floor, gasping as she locked both legs around his waist. As her heels dug into the flesh of his ass. As her sopping pussy ground against his stomach. Against his cock.
It took everything he had not to take her there against the wall.
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“The whole thing is probably somber and businesslike. Take care of the basics and be done with it.”
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Gathering his willpower, Bill wrapped his arms tightly around Laura, stepping back to lay her down on the table pushed against the far wall.
He’d forgotten to take off his boots.
His feet caught, stuck in the fabric knotted around his ankles. He stumbled, pitching forward and starting to fall. The wall caught them, just barely, as his shoulder crashed into the hard surface. Laura shrieked, giggles starting again as she kicked a leg free, dropping it to the floor to balance them as he teetered sideways again, her bright laughter pealing over his muttered curses.
“Shoes, Bill.” She managed between giggles. He tried to kick them off, but it was hopeless. Glaring a warning in her direction, he set her back down, leaning over and yanking at his pants, hoping to loosen the boots enough to kick free of the knot at his ankles.
Laura couldn’t help herself. A firm shove caught him off balance. He crashed to the floor in a heap, grunting as the hard wood scraped against his skin. She kicked off her heels and dropped down next to him before he could protest. Pinned him to the floor with insistent fingers and a clever mouth. Straddled his hips and sank down his cock in one fluid motion, crying out as he thrust into her still oversensitive flesh.
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“She probably just lies there…”
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Rotating her hips, Laura ground against him, savoring his low shout of surprise. The sharp snap of his hips at the new pressure, driving even deeper inside of her, cock pressing hard in all the right places.
Delighting in his prone position, she let her hands explore. Touch sly, varied, designed to keep him off balance. Discovering all of her favorite places. Tracing hard muscle, tickling soft flesh. Scratching her nails along his scar, dropping her lips to tug at his nipples. Relishing each gasp and sigh she wrenched from him. Loving the way his head fell back, his neck arched as he rolled his hips in counterpoint to hers.
He tasted so good, sweat soaked skin salty-sweet on her tongue. Face tight, desire barely contained as she rode him with long, steady strokes.
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“And they definitely don’t do anything kinky…”
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Bill’s hands combed through the short strands of her hair. Skated down her back, light caresses encouraging her mouth. Whispered across her hips, massaging the flesh, coaxing her to move quicker.
Toeing off his boots, Bill kicked free of his pants, planting his feet on the floor and driving up into her. His hands slipped around to cup her ass, squeezing gently in concert with her rhythm before smacking her ass, sharp snaps of his wrist reddening the flesh in time with their thrusts. She inhaled sharply with each blow, groans escalating in volume as his palm stung her skin. Her head dropped to his chest, cheek plastered against his pectorals. Her ass arched into the sting, shoving back into the touch. Bill smirked as he massaged the overheated flesh. At sharp bite on his nipple when he traced along the crease of her cheeks, nudging her teasingly, sneaking a finger between them and toying with her entrance.
Her mouth curled against his skin, wet kisses licking up his body to lean into him, low voice groaning seductively into his ear
“Maybe later if you’re good.”
His hips jerked involuntarily at her words, at the lusty lilt of her voice, at the image consuming his brain. His hand darted back to her hip, anchoring her body, angling her as he picked up the tempo and shoved his cock deeper into her pussy, searching for just the right spot.
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“Hell she’s probably silent and he probably keeps his socks on…”
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Bill’s hand clamped over her mouth.
“Not so loud, Laura.”
She moaned at the low rumble of his voice, tongue darting out to lick the palm of his hand. To swirl around the base of his thumb, salty taste of his sweat and her own dried wetness, heavy and rich. She slipped the digit into her mouth, lips intent on finding all of the pungent flavor.
“Frak.” Bill panted, head knocking hard against the floorboards. “You’re so hot like this. So frakking sexy.”
His hand dropped, trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts, shoving aside her bra to cup a breast and slowly circle the nipple with his thumb. She moaned again. Even louder this time, dropping her head back to try to trap the sound in her throat.
“Gods, Bill.”
“Shh, Laura.” We can’t get caught.” His hips pushed up harder. His fingers tweaked her nipples, drinking in the velvety texture. “Frakking in some random room. Won’t look very good.
“That’s what the damned guards are for.”
She grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, using them for leverage as she rode him shamelessly. He grunted, conceding the point as his mouth nipped at her breasts. The sensation sparked through her spine, wet swirling on her nipples connected directly to her clit.
She was too close. Her groans grew louder. Too loud she knew. She dropped down, breasts rubbing against his chest as she captured his mouth again. He swallowed her moans, compounded them with noises of his own.
The sensation built, consuming them both. It was too much for Laura. She sat back up against him, moving her hips slightly as he thrust into her, searching for the perfect angle, the perfect leverage. Her hand released one of his, dropping to circle her clit as she worked her hips against his. He watched her move against him, eyes closed as she concentrated, as she took her pleasure from him, as she presented one of the prettiest pictures he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stay still, breaking her hold on him with an easy twist of his wrist and grabbing at her hips. Stocking feet sliding across the floor as he thrust up into her.
He covered her hand with his, linking their flingers, thumb circling her clit in the rhythm he knew she loved, muttering unchecked nonsense just low enough for her to hear. How sexy she was. How much he wanted her. How much he loved her.
This time, Bill didn’t care how loud she screamed when she shattered above him.
###
Lee needed to clear his head. Kara was just being Kara, but her teasing bothered him more than he’d like to admit. The whole idea might be lewd and absurd, but it stuck with him. He shook his head again, trying to clear the uncomfortable idea out of his head. His father and Laura could never manage to be even half as sordid as Kara implied.
The walk was doing him good. He’d gotten away from the crowd, fresh air and warm sun going a long way towards clearing his head. Lee picked his route carefully, wandering into the more deserted part of town. Enjoying the solitude, the peacefulness, the calm that Kara had stole from him.
Then he heard the scream.
At first, Lee worried that someone was hurt. But, the closer he got the more familiar the sounds became. The heavy breathing. The rhythmic grunts. The wet slapping of skin. The gasps and sighs and cries.
Someone was getting laid.
He stopped a few feet away from the window, appalled that he was even considering it. He knew it was wrong. Not to mention sleazy and completely perverted. But it was the perfect thing to clear his head and erase that horrible image from his brain. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen much worse.
Curiosity won out. He snuck up to the window, wincing as stray leaves and branches cracked under his shoes. A boyish grin snuck across his features as he peeked.
Frak.
Oh frak.
He’d made a huge mistake.
###
Bill needed more. He rolled them over, cock driving deep into Laura as he spread her out beneath him. She was still convulsing around him, pussy clenching tight as she rode out the rest of her orgasm, lifting her legs to lock around his back and force him even deeper into her. He thrust harder, faster, edge of his world graying, exploding with color, narrowing to only Laura’s scent and sound and taste as he came inside her, crying out against her skin and not caring who heard him.
“Yes!”
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“NoNoNoNoNoNo…”
Lee squeezed his eyes shut. It was a dream. A nightmare. He would wake up any second, safe in his bed. His eyes were playing tricks on him. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.
There was no mistaking that hair, warm auburn glistening in the sunlight. No mistaking those voices, passion clogged though they might be. No mistaking that his father most certainly did have sex. Very good sex. Very athletic sex. Very lengthy sex. Very vocal sex.
He was never going to get this image out of his head.
Lee’s brain overloaded. Spots exploded behind his eyes. The world went grey at the edges, rapidly blacking out as his eyes locked on his father’s dingy white socks.
###
They’d gotten lucky. Neither of them had been thinking. When they’d finally come to their senses, alone and sweat-soaked on the floor of a deserted building, Laura and Bill were a mess. Hair impossibly mussed. Scratches and love bites visible to anyone with a discerning eye. Muscles strained and aching. Clothes irreparably wrinkled and stained, by sweat and dust and other fluids Bill would care not to enumerate to a room full of Quorum delegates.
The summer rainstorm saved them, heavy downpours ruining their plans to tour the settlement. When they finally emerged, Laura’s smirking detail led them back to the raptors, rather than to the command center. Bill would have eviscerated them with a glare and a few sharp words, if the knowing looks weren’t so well deserved.
They had just enough time to shower and change before the next set of meetings on Colonial One. Shower, change, and little else, much to Bill’s dismay. Laura had squeezed into the cramped stall next to him, giggling against his shoulder when he dropped the soap. Groaning when she bent slowly, cheek brushing deliberately against his cock when she picked up the bar. Eyes glinting devilishly when she asked if he needed any help. Hands running all over his body as she lathered his skin. As she stepped back and tantalizingly lathered her own.
Her aides need to learn some better frakking timing.
Bill shook his head again, turning his attention back to the conversation. Kara was still talking, but her eyes studied him thoughtfully. A suspicious glint slowly lit her face. Bill stared back, daring her to say anything about his inattention.
Kara was more than up to the challenge. She’d just opened her mouth when Laura sidled up behind him. Lithe fingers rested casually along his back, tracing precise patterns across his shoulders until they toyed with his collar, darting under the seam to ruffle his hair and tickle the back of his neck.
“Hello, Kara.” Laura’s rich voice smiled welcomingly.
“Madame Prez,” Kara smiled knowingly. “Have a nice afternoon? You guys went missing for a while there…”
Bill looked up at her, curious to see how Laura would handle the subtext. Her brow quirked, voice never wavering as she deadpanned a reply. “We decided to do some exploring. It was very…productive.” The curl of her lips gave her away.
This time, Kara’s smile held no trace of mischief. The broad grin burst across her face. Sincerely happy for them. Profoundly touched by the trust and inclusion. She blinked, swallowed hard, searching for the right way to respond.
Lee stumbled into the room, suit rumpled and still damp from the rain. He walked blindly towards his seat, eyes glued to the floor in front of him, hasty strides carrying him past the little group without a word. Kara smacked his hip as he passed. His head jerked up, muddy eyes glaring at her, before widening almost comically at the sight of Laura and Bill.
Kara stifled a laugh as she remembered him marching past her towards his raptor. She’d been worried at first, at his disheveled appearance and erratic movements. That is until she heard what he’d been muttering to himself.
Lee’s eyes squeezed shut, cheeks tinting green as he began to babble. “Look, I’m going to forget today ever happened. And I’m very happy for you and everything but please. I’m begging you. No. Touching.”
Bill watched his son shuffle off to the furthest corner of the room. “What the frak was that about.”
Kara burst into hysterics beside him. Laura dropped a kiss on the crown of his head, dropping her mouth to his ear. “I think I have an idea, but I wish I didn’t. I’ll tell you later.”
Color flushed across her cheeks as she crossed behind him, snagging the head of her detail and dragging him to the far side of the room. Bill watched her as the blush deepened. As delicate fingers pressed against her mouth, holding in embarrassed laughter. Another look at Kara, mirthful tears streaming down her face as she watched Lee sink further into his chair.
Bill knew he could figure it out. But ignorance, he decided, was clearly bliss.