i need three or four more songs that are the same style as the weepies - gotta have you for this a/r thing i'm working on. so like vienna teng, neko case, etc. group effort guys, come on.
Title: Replacing Reality
Pairing: Bill Adama/Laura Roslin
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: R or mild NC-17
Word Count: 1,654
Summary: Bill reads to Laura as she's getting her treatment, causing fiction and reality to become entangled.
Prompt: M is for Mystery for Anon.
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Written for the ABC fics challenge on tumblr
Title: Lover to Lover
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: M/NC-17
Word Count: 2,414
Summary: Based off this post. Basically it's just smut. And there is a desk involved.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: For Judy, since it was her idea. And with thanks to Emma who kept me writing.
Title: Foundations 2/?
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: PG-13 (might change later)
Word Count: 2,624
Summary: Basically a space parents story set in the A Song of Ice and Fire universe.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This takes place somewhere during a Dance with Dragons. So there are spoilers to those who haven't gotten that far into the books yet.
Previous: Chapter 1: Lady Laura
Title: Foundations
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,265
Summary: Basically a space parents story set in the A Song of Ice and Fire universe.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This takes place somewhere during a Dance with Dragons. So there are spoilers to those who haven't gotten that far into the books yet.
Billy power walked frantically down the halls. He’d lost Laura again. This time it wasn’t as much that he’d stopped paying attention as she seemed to have intentionally fled. He was beginning to panic.
He saw Dualla walking down the hallway and he let out a breath of relief at seeing a familiar face. “Hey,”
She stopped, stunned and looked at him, “I thought all the politicians were off the ship.”
“Nope. Well, mostly. I don’t know, I can’t find the Secretary of Education…” he admitted sheepishly.
**
Bill opened the hatch of his quarters and was surprised to see Laura standing on the other side. He sighed, “Madam Secretary, I’m not discussing the networking of the computers again. My position on that issue, is immovable.”
“That’s not what I came for. May I come in?”
He watched her for a moment before he stepped aside. “Watch your step.” She stepped into the room and looked around for a moment before she heard him close the door behind her.
She smiled. “I have a proposition for you, actually.” She looked at her watch, “I really don’t have a lot of time, so I’m afraid you won’t have long to consider your answer.”
“What’s the proposition?” He gruffed.
“Frak me.”
“Excuse me?” He faltered for a moment.
“Frak me.” She repeated nonchalantly. “I find you very attractive and I don’t like to mince words.”
He stood stock still, staring at her.
“The clock is ticking, Commander.” She looked at her watch, watching the second hand making its way around the watch face. Once it passed the 12 again she smiled, “time’s up. No hard feelings.”
She turned for the door and she felt his hand on her bicep. “Wait.”
“I don’t have long, Commander.” She whispered coquettishly. “I can’t wait…”
He dragged her closer and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She moaned against him, her already heightened arousal going into overdrive. She ground her pelvis into his and felt his cock hardening against her.
She reached between them and slipped her hand into his trousers, wrapping her hand around his erection. He groaned and panted into her shoulder. “My rack…”
“No. Here.” She insisted, pulling her skirt up around her waist. She bent to dispatch with his pants. Once his erection was in full view she gripped the shaft and ran her tongue up its length. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up for a kiss.
The kiss was deep and languid and for a moment Laura lamented the fact that she’d get off and get off the Galactica and she’d never see this man again. A soon-to-be-retired Commander and a soon-to-be-dead Secretary of Education partaking in each other for a few minutes before going their separate ways.
There was absolutely no harm in frakking his brains out before they parted.
His arms slipped to her waist and he lifted her easily. She wrapped his legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He braced himself against the wall behind her head. He thrust into her and she gripped his shoulders with a loud moan, hoping that the hatch was soundproof but not really caring that much.
After all, what did it really matter? What should any of it really matter to either of them?
He felt so good inside of her. She could live the rest of her life just like this, being filled so completely by this man and she’d be happy.
Her hips slammed against his. She was going to have bruises and likely be sore but the lingering remnants of the encounter would be welcome, they’d be a pleasant reminder.
His large hands moved down her lithe form and gripped her ass, tilting her slightly as he continued thrusting. The new angle sent powerful shocks of pleasure through Laura and she stopped breathing for a moment, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. “Frak yes!” She finally managed to grind out.
Her whole body was clenching and struggling to stave off orgasm for just a little bit longer. It felt too frakking good to let it end now; she was going to savor every agonizing, amazing, perfect millisecond of this encounter.
“Ohhh, Laura…” He breathed as he buried his face against her luxurious locks.
She opened her eyes suddenly at the use of her name. It had been a very long time since she’d heard her name invoked in the throes of passion. She was used to being a surrogate for someone else, an available pussy to a man whom she was imagining someone else’s face on. So thrown was she by this utterance that when her orgasm slammed into her she cried out, her moans and cries falling from her mouth unbidden.
“Frak! Frak! Shit!” She panted, the waves of her orgasm crashing into her as Bill’s hips thrust into her over and over again. “Frak. Gods yes!”
Bill bit his lip against a cry as he gave in to orgasm that surged through him. His thrusting hips never missed a beat as he emptied himself inside the Secretary of Education.
With one hand on the back of her head, he sank to the floor, not trusting the muscles in his legs anymore. They panted in tandem before Laura carefully extracted herself from the embrace. With shaking hands she pulled her underwear back on, shuddering when the silk pressed into her sensitive sex.
She grinned, her breathing still labored.
He reached out and ran his fingers over her muscular calves. She shivered under the touch but said nothing, just felt her heart start to pound.
He wanted to say something. He wanted to ask to see her again; he wanted to ask her to stay. She was already smoothing out the creases in her skirt suit and running her fingers through her tousled hair. He knew that this was meant to be a one-time thing, that she would leave and forget his name.
As the melancholy settled over him, he wished she would just hurry up and leave, to get it over with.
He stood with a creak, pulling on his shorts and his uniform pants, avoiding her gaze. He walked stiffly to his desk and poured himself a drink.
She watched him for a moment. She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t remember an orgasm that strong; she wanted to tell him that she couldn’t remember ever being consumed by someone like that.
Saying something would just make this complicated. His back was still to her when she let herself out. He set the snifter and bottle down and hung his head with a heavy heart.
Once she was through the hatch she closed her eyes tightly and felt them start to water.
“Oh! Madam Secretary!” Billy exclaimed with relief. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” She forced a grin.
“Our raptor is waiting.” Billy explained.
She nodded, “of course. Lead on, Billy.”
**
Laura found herself upon the Galactica once again, sitting across a small table from the man she was never supposed to see again.
He was stone faced. They stared each other down. They were different people than they were twenty-four hours ago. Twenty-four hours ago they were the cast off and now they were the leaders of the human race.
Now was the time to be serious; a mindblowing frak against the wall in his quarters was all but out of the question now.
“You would rather that we run?” Bill frowned.
“Yes! Absolutely! That is the only sane thing to do here - exactly that, run. We leave this solar system and never look back.”
“You can run if you'd like. This ship will stand and it will fight.” Bill huffed.
Laura wasn’t surprised by his resistance to the idea, he was an honorable, life-long military man. Of course he’d want to stay and fight – and they both knew it was suicide.
“I'm going to be straight with you here.” Laura leaned forward, her tone low and authoritative. “The human race is about to be wiped out. We have fifty thousand people left and that's it. Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here and we need to start having babies!”
His eyebrows went up.
“Not… you and me.” She blushed, “other people…”
He smirked.
“Not that I would be opposed to it exactly.” She insisted, “it’s just that my uterus has pretty much closed up shop.”
He bit back a chuckle. She caught his eye and let out a giggle despite herself.
“I’m going to stop talking now.”
“Probably for the best, Madam President.” He smirked as he stood. “I will consider your position.”
**
“What do you think of Roslin?” Saul asked.
For a moment Bill thought that Saul had found out about their tryst. His glass of ambrosia halted midair as he stared at his friend.
“I think she’s frakkin’ nuts.” Saul continued, unaware. “A school teacher as president…”
“I think she knows what she’s doing.” Bill admitted, “we don’t see eye to eye on everything… but she’s nobody’s fool.”
