BSG Fic...
Laura sat down on his couch, legs and arms crossed as she appraised him skeptically. He’d greeted her on the hangar deck, but the welcome had lacked the usual façade of formality that they played at in public. She’d felt his gaze on her the moment she stepped onto the wing of the raptor, deep eyes following her every movement, locking with hers as he helped her to the deck. He hadn’t said a word. Just shouldered her bag and led her straight to his quarters, face inscrutable but eyes dancing with an odd mix of mischief and nerves.
Bill was up to something.
She hadn’t seen him in weeks. Normally the door to the hatch was barely sealed before he had her pressed up against it, mouth and hands hungrily reacquainting themselves. This time she’d barely slid her arms around his neck before he’d quickly pressed his lips to hers and led her to the couch, sitting her down before retreating to pour them both a deep glass of Galactica’s finest.
She accepted the glass, fingers brushing lingeringly against his as she took the tumbler and sipped at the strong liquor. Licking the spicy taste from her lips, she made sure she had his attention before leaning forward, eyes staring deeply into his.
“What did you do?”
The corner of his mouth twitched but he stayed silent. Debated with himself for a long moment before getting up and disappearing out of sight. She waited patiently, tamping down her burning curiosity by sipping at her drink and listening to him rummage around in the back of his quarters.
He reappeared with a battered shoebox in his hands. Sitting back down next to her, he took her glass from her hand, downed the rest of the booze with a quick gulp and handed her the box.
“Got you a present.”
Laura eyed him warily for a moment before opening the box. Inside were two long cylinders nestled in a towel. She unwrapped the worn terrycloth from the objects and stared in shocked disbelief as two silicone penises greeted her.
“Oh my gods, Bill… What did you do?”
Bill shrugged sheepishly, refilling his glass and downing half of it in one swallow, eyes fixed unerringly on her face.
“You said you wanted two…” He mumbled, deep eyes meeting hers.
“Oh my gods,” Her brow furrowed as she lifted one of the dildos out of the box. Mouth going dry at the thought of where he’d gotten this, at the almost certain fact that the toy was previously used…
“Bill…” Her uncertainty began to disappear as she examined it closer. She hefted the toy in her hand, fingers running across the smooth, familiar surface. It was an exact replica, she realized suddenly. The girth, the length, the veins decorating the shaft. She was holding a silicone copy of Bill’s cock in her hand.
Peals of joyous laughter bubbled out of her throat. “You made this. You made me a Little Admiral.” Bill shrugged at her incredulous expression. “How did you do this?”
“I made a mold,” He told her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He looked down at his hands, cheeks flushing just slightly before he met her eyes again. “The first one came out kinda wrong though. So I spruced it up a bit.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Bill reached into the box and pulled out the other dildo, looked up at her with a sheepish grin and twisted the base.
It started buzzing.
“Oh my gods…”
She reached out and took it from his hands. Twisted the base further and felt the thrumming steadily increase.
“You made me a vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
Bill’s lopsided grin warmed and twisted her stomach. He had that look in his eye. That devilish gleam that told her he had plans.
“You can’t take it down to the planet. The battery only holds enough charge for a few hours. But I thought we could have some fun up here…”
Laura licked her lips and recrossed her legs as she turned the toy over in her hands, fingers exploring the heft and texture of the shaft, powerful pulses tickling her palm. She moaned softly, eyes darting up to lock with his, mouth curving sensually in anticipation.
“So tell me all about your plans, Admiral.”
“What makes you think I have plans?”
“I know you, Bill. What are you planning on doing with this thing?”
“You’ll see,” Bill coaxed the toy from her hands and turned it off, setting it on the table in front of them before leaning forward and kissing her. His hand rose to cup her cheek, his tongue easily parted her lips and slipped into her mouth, stroking alongside hers until her toes curled.
She was squirming against the cushion by the time they broke for air, lungs burning as she gasped for breath, body tangled around his as his weight pushed her down into the couch. He felt so good against her, hot and hard under her hands. Needing to feel skin, her fingers attacked the buttons of his uniform, stripping away the heavy wool to savor the muscle underneath.
Bill groaned against her neck as her fingers dipped under his tanks and then lower, sneaking into the waistband of his trousers. He nipped hard at her collarbone, nudging aside the shoulder of her shirt to leave a reddened mark against her pale skin before gathering his resolve and pulling away.
“C’mon.” Reluctantly detangling their limbs, Bill stood, hand linking with hers to coax her upwards.
Stubbornly, Laura leaned back across the cushions, back arching, thrusting her breasts forward with each tug.
“What’s wrong with the couch?” A sly grin worked across her face. She drew one long leg up the side of his body, calf curling around the back of his thigh, skirt shamelessly riding up her legs.
“Frak Laura.” Bill planted his palms on the back of the couch and kissed her again, hard and deep, husky voice growling into her skin.
“Get your stubborn, sexy ass into my rack.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Laura giggled, nipping his lower lip before sliding out from under him and sauntering towards his bed, leaving a trail of scattered clothing in her wake. She paused at the corner of the wall, looking coyly over her shoulder as nimble fingers unclasped her bra.
“Come and show me what you’ve got...”
***
“So,” Bill kissed the inside of her thigh, nipping lightly with his teeth as he nudged her folds with the toy, dragging the blunt edge of the silicone back and forth through her wetness. "Did you have one of these back on Caprica?"
“I might have…" She hummed lazily, sprawling naked across his narrow rack, feet running along his bare back as her hips chased his teasing touches.
"Yeah?"
"Mmmhmm…" Laura nodded, spreading her legs farther apart and reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair.
“What kind?”
“I had a few." He watched the slight flush work across her chest at the confession. But she refused to say more, quirking the side of her mouth in a silent challenge.
Bill planted another line of wet kisses across her inner thigh. Resting his head against the quivering muscles, he watched as her back arched and hips rolled into his touch, trying to coax either mouth or toy where she wanted them. He ignored her, resting the heavy silicone in the crease of her hip and exploring her wetness with his fingers.
“Yeah? What kind?” He insisted, voice thick as his brain began to supply image after image of Laura spread across soft sheets, wantonly pressing a wide variety of toys to her pussy and clit.
Laura giggled softly, closing her eyes and dropping her head back against the pillow, fingers idly combing through his hair as she weighed her answer.
“I really only used two…”
His fingers swirled around her opening, slicking themselves in her wetness before one, then two digits shallowly dipped inside of her. She gasped slightly, one hand skimming up her body to cup a breast, fingertips expertly tweaking the nipple. Bill swore under his breath, kissing messily down her thigh and flicking his tongue across her clit, patiently waiting for her to continue.
“One was just one of those little personal massagers you could pick up anywhere. It looked completely innocent so I could take it wherever I wanted.” She smirked devilishly. “And it had five different speeds and felt so good... Gods, I should have packed that thing…”
“What about the other one,” Bill rasped against her clit, tongue swirling lazily across the hard nub.
“The other one looked a lot like this one,” Her fingers dropped from his hair to trace the toy resting against her leg. “But it was curved differently. And it had ridges.”
“Ridges?”
“Mmmhmm,” She sighed as his fingers dipped deeper inside her, curving up to stroke lightly along her inner walls. “Ridges. Gods, those things were amazing. But the head was narrower. Not nearly as thick as you…yes, Bill, right there.”
His fingers pulled out of her body and grasped for the toy. But instead of pushing it inside her, he pressed the vibrator into her hand. Her eyes flew open, only to find his searing into hers.
“Show me, Laura. Show me how you used to frak yourself.”
She looked at him through long lashes. Spread her legs wider and arched her back invitingly.
“You want to watch me, Bill?”
His large hand gripped her thigh, opening her even further to his eyes, wet fingers leaving slick trails across the sweaty flesh.
“Yeah.”
Laura hummed deep in her throat, hefting the weight of the toy in her hand. Locking her eyes with his, she lifted the toy to her lips. She licked at the smooth surface, tracing her tongue up the shaft before sliding the head into her mouth.
Bill groaned against her skin, sucking a vivid hickey into her thigh before kneeling on the bed between her legs, free hand dropping to stroke his insistent cock as he watched her go down on his present. Laura hummed around the toy, wetting it thoroughly before pulling it out of her mouth with a slick pop.
She giggled at his slack-jawed look, mischief dancing in her eyes. Slowly, she slid the vibrator down her body, teasing them both as she traced her neck, breasts, and the flat of her belly. Bill watched, transfixed as she finally let the toy glide through her folds, wetting it more thoroughly before pushing it deep inside.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” Laura moaned, steadily sliding the shaft in and out of her body, hips instinctually working in counterpoint. “Different though. It’s not as thick as you are.”
“And mine doesn’t do this.” Bill moved his hand from her thigh to between her legs and switched on the vibrator, filling the room with a low buzz. Laura gasped as the toy began to pulse inside of her.
“You like that?”
“It’s good,” She moaned greedily. “So much better than my fingers.”
“You’re so wet Laura.”
“I know.”
She slipped the toy out of her long enough to dip her free fingers inside, gathering some of her moisture and offering it to his lips. With a low growl, he sucked the glistening digits into his mouth, tongue and teeth greedily devouring every last hint of her flavor.
Laura watched through lidded eyes as he edged closer, knees bracing under her thighs, lifting her hips and opening them farther. He was so close. She could feel the strong muscles of his thigh flexing under her legs. She could feel the heat of his cock as he jerked himself, sticky head pulsing erratically against her thigh with each pump of his fist. She could feel herself get even wetter, pleasure coiling fast in her stomach as she watched his hips thrust in time with hers.
“You’re so frakkin sexy like this,” Bill rasped, husky voice raw and soaked with need.
She moaned, teeth biting her lip as the vibrations thrummed through her body. Experimentally, she pulled the toy out of her body and swirled it around her clit, tickling the throbbing nub with the steady vibrations before thrusting the shaft back inside and frakking herself with deep, short thrusts.
His hand fisted his cock harder, eyes wide, focused on the toy plunging into her
“You love this, don’t you?” She groaned thickly, sultry eyes burning into his. “Are you going to think about this, Bill? Are you going lie in this rack at night and picture me lying in my tent and playing with your toy?”
“You gonna do that Laura?”
“Oh my gods, yes.” She moaned, his thick, needy voice arousing her beyond reason. “Need it. Need you, Bill.”
Her other hand abandoned her breasts, fingers wandering down to trace her clit. Bill batted them away with a possessive grunt, swirling his thumb around the nub lightly as she began to thrust harder, working the vibrator in and out of her grasping channel.
She closed her eyes and nudged the dial higher, moaning as the stronger vibrations pulsed inside her body.
“I’m close. I’m so close.”
“You gonna come for me, Laura?” His thumb pressed more firmly on her clit, swirling in tight, fast circles designed to steal her reason.
“Oh gods. Frak me. Please frak me Bill.”
She began to pull the toy out of her, legs curling around his waist and trying to coax him on top of her.
“Not until you come, Laura.”
“Yes…”
Abandoning his dick, Bill’s hand covered hers, pushing the vibrator back into her body and thrusting hard and fast. Surrendering to his rhythm, Laura writhed restlessly across the sheets, hands lifting to cup her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples.
“Oh yeessss…”
Her pleas dissolved into constant, needy gasps. She threw a leg over his shoulder as he turned up the vibrations and thrust harder, grinding shamelessly against the fake cock, working it deep inside and moaning as Bill played her body until the spiraling pleasure overwhelmed her, climax knifing through her senses with a sharp starburst of sensation.
Trembling, Laura collapsed back against the sheets, weakly grasping at Bill’s hair and shoulders, trying to pull him up her body. Bill chuckled against her knee, carefully pulling the toy out of her and switching it off, dropping it to the sheet between their legs.
“Good?” He asked gruffly, fingers combing soothingly through her still-twitching folds.
“So frakkin good,” She moaned, humming contentedly as he braced himself over her body and seized her mouth with his.
His fingers traced idly through her wetness, easing her down gradually before slipping lower. She inhaled sharply when one wet finger pressed inquisitively against her ass.
“Bill?”
“You said you wanted two..."
Part Three...