Title:
Another day’s… work
By: tayryn
Rating: PWP
Disclaimer:
Not mine and never will be.
Notes:
sequel to ‘All in a day’s work’
Summary:
Laura reciprocates…
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“Saul, step
in here a moment, would you?”
Laura
looked up, a slightly panicked expression on her face as Bill’s voice came
through the partially open door. She glanced around frantically,
searching for a place to hide, not wanting Bill to catch her in his cabin, and
spotted the head.
‘Can I make
it?’ Laura wondered as she made to move around Bill’s desk.
“Oh, frak…”
she gulped when she saw the wheel on the hatch turning. With a last
anxious look around towards the bathroom, Laura dropped to her knees and
crawled under the rather large desk.
The hatch swung
open. “I want to talk to you about D’Anna Biers,” Bill told his second in
command as he entered the room and moved around his desk.
“That
journalist responsible for airing the footage from the Gideon incident?”
Saul asked.
“That’s the
one,” Bill answered with a sigh as he sat down. “She’s going to be doing
a piece on the Galactica.”
Laura
scooted as far as she could against the back of the desk, and tried to avoid
Bill’s legs. “What the frak for?” she heard Saul ask.
“Because
the President feels we need to put a human face on the military, and it doesn’t
hurt to have her owing me a favour,” Bill replied then leaned back in his
chair.
Laura
stifled a small laugh; recognizing the same argument she’d used on Bill just
last night.
“I can’t
see this helping anything,” she heard Saul say. “It’ll only add fuel to
the fire.”
Bill sighed
and, Laura knew, even though she couldn’t see him, that he had removed his
glasses and was pinching the bridge of his nose.
“The
President really thinks this is a good idea?” Saul asked as Laura quietly
shifted beneath the desk so that the heel of her shoe was no longer jabbing her
other leg.
“She does.”
“It’s
obvious you have doubts,” Saul said.
“Some.”
“Did you
tell her that?”
“As a
matter of fact, I did.”
“And…”
“We
discussed it.”
Laura covered
her mouth with her hand to stifle the giggle that threatened to erupt.
Discussed
it?
Yes, they
had discussed it.
Laura thought
it was a good idea. Bill did not. And
they had argued long into the night about it; quite passionately. ‘Then
we made love with just as much passion…’ Laura thought, and felt a pulse of
desire.
Saul
sighed. “So when’s this all going to happen?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?
That doesn’t give us much time to prepare!” Saul said sarcastically.
Laura heard
Bill chuckle then answer. “That’s the idea, Saul.”
“That
means…”
“Yeah...
she’s going to see this ship and everyone on it as they are,” Bill answered as
he leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out.
“Warts and
all. That’ll be pretty. You sure
you want to do this?” Saul asked as Laura swallowed. She had only just
avoided Bill’s legs as he shifted them beneath the desk. ‘How did I get
myself into this?’ she asked herself.
‘You wanted
to give Bill a little surprise,’ the voice in her head replied and Laura smiled
as she thought of the birthday card she’d left on his desk.
“No, I’m
not.” Laura could hear the amusement in Bill’s voice and then her eyes
widened as she watched Bill’s hand slip beneath the desk to adjust
himself. She shook her head. ‘Typical male…’ “But…”
Suddenly,
as she stared at his crotch, another idea came to her.
‘I
couldn’t!’ She said to herself.
‘Why
not? He’s done it to you.’ The voice said again. ‘Several
times.’
A slow grin
formed on her lips.
‘You did
want to give him a little surprise,’ the voice told her. ‘And it’s not as
if you haven’t gone down on him before.’
‘But not in
his quarters, hiding under his desk, with Saul there.’ She was
scandalized at the mere thought.
‘Be daring…
give Bill a real surprise.’
With her mind
made up, Laura very quietly, and carefully, shifted so that she was kneeling
between his spread legs. She laid her hands on his knees.
“D’Anna and
her camera will only be here for…” Bill continued then paused as he felt two
warm hands slide up his thighs, “…a few days.”
“Yeah, but
do you know what could happen in those few days?” Saul asked, unaware
that at that moment, Laura’s hands were moving up and down Bill’s thighs, her
thumbs gently rubbing over his growing erection with each pass.
“Quite a bit…”
Bill murmured as he once again reached beneath the desk. His hand closed around familiar slim fingers
as they traced the line of his zipper and received a gentle squeeze in response. He silently pleaded with her to stop.
Laura
smiled and pulled her hand away then gently cupped his arousal through his
pants. She traced the growing bulge with her fingers and her smile grew
when she felt him twitch beneath her touch. Laura lowered her head and
nuzzled his erection through his pants, rubbing her cheek against him.
“Bill… are
you all right?” Saul asked. “You’re starting to look a little off.”
“I’m fine…”
Bill began then coughed when he felt Laura’s fingers grasp the pull on his
zipper. “I’m fine,” he said in a loud voice to cover the rasp of his zipper
being lowered.
Saul gave
his friend a look. “You sure?”
“Yes…” Bill
said and broke out in another coughing fit when he felt Laura’s small hand slip
inside his pants and her cool fingers wrap around his stiff member. He
held his hand up to stop Saul who had climbed to his feet and was about to move
around the desk. “…I’m all right…” Bill said in a hoarse voice as he
finally stopped coughing. He patted his throat. “Just a tickle…”
“If you’re
sure.”
“I am.”
“Okay,”
Saul sat back down.
Bill breathed
a small sigh of relief only to inhale sharply when he felt Laura release the
snap on his uniform pants. He swallowed hard when she pushed the material
aside and freed his straining erection.
Laura
licked her lips as she gently encircled his length and lightly stroked up and
down. She smiled when she heard Bill’s breath hitch and decided then and
there to test Bill’s formidable control. See how far she could push him
before he broke.
Bill tried.
He tried
hard.
He tried to
ignore everything Laura was doing to him beneath his desk and pay attention to
what Saul was saying, but was having little luck. Her fingers were
dancing over his erection. One moment light, barely there touches.
The next, she was squeezing; solid, full-fisted strokes.
Bill bit
his lip.
“Bill?”
Bill pulled
his attention away from the soft palm that had just slipped into his pants to
cup his balls and looked at Saul. “Yes?”
An amused
smile formed on Saul’s lips. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did
you?”
Bill
scowled then slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry, Saul. I was…”
“Off in
your own little world,” Saul grinned.
“You could
say that. I was…” Bill fought the urge to groan when he felt the tip of
Laura’s tongue run along the underside of his shaft, “I was thinking about the
President.”
Saul’s grin
grew. “Yeah, I bet you were.”
“Saul.”
“I know the
woman has a great frakking pair of legs...” Saul continued, ignoring the note
of warning in Bill’s voice. “But…”
“Saul!”
Bill’s snapped out his friend’s name.
“That’s enough. She’s the
president for frak’s sake. Show some
respect.”
Saul looked
chagrined. “Sorry, Bill. You know I don’t mean anything by it.”
A smile
touched Bill’s lips. “I know, Saul. It’s just…” a soft groan
escaped Bill before he could stop it.
Laura
smiled internally at the sound as she took the head of his member into her
mouth. She sucked gently as she swirled her tongue around him.
“Bill?”
Saul leaned forward, one hand on Bill’s desk, ready to jump to Adama’s aid
should he need it.
Bill held
his hand up and shook his head. “I’m all right…”
Laura
hummed her amusement at the strain she could hear in Bill’s voice, the
vibrations shooting through his groin. She stroked her hand up and down
his length, taking more of him into her mouth as her other hand continued to
massage his sac.
“…it was
just a… muscle cramp,” Bill finished, the sensations from Laura’s talented
mouth tingling their way along every nerve ending in his body. His hand
clenched on the arm of his chair and he resisted the urge to start thrusting
his hips.
Saul
narrowed his eyes. Something was off with his friend, but he couldn’t put
his finger on it. He’d been acting funny since they’d sat down.
Tigh regarded Bill carefully. The old man was flushed, and there was a
fine sheen of perspiration on his forehead. His pupils were dilated as
well, Saul noticed.
‘Oh gods!’ Bill
thought as Laura sucked harder, still humming softly and stroking him.
‘Close… so close…’ He could feel Saul’s eyes on him. ‘Laura… please… not here…’
he thought desperately.
To pull his
mind away from the delicious sensations of Laura’s lips, tongue and hands
loving him so thoroughly, Bill turned to Saul. “Here,” he pushed a folder
across his desk towards his XO.
“What’s
this?”
“A list of
areas on Galactica that I want kept off limits,” Bill told him in what he hoped
was a calm voice. Inwardly he groaned as Laura seemed to double her
efforts to make him cum. She worked him harder and faster out of her
mouth; her hand sliding and spinning up and down his length.
Saul opened
the folder and perused the list. He
nodded. “Okay… I will make sure to post
guards outside these areas. And,” he
tapped the pages, “I’ll get
‘Too much…’
Bill thought as his body tensed. He was on the edge. So close. So close.
His eyes closed. ‘…oh, lords…’
Saul
stopped talking when he realized that Bill was no longer paying attention to
him. He was surprised to see the commander’s eyes closed and his head
back on the chair. ‘Damn… if I didn’t know better… I’d swear the old man
was getting serviced…’ he grinned at the thought and shook his head.
‘Yeah… right, Saul,’ he said to himself.
A sudden
memory came to him.
Something he’d
overheard a few weeks back while on a break on the observation deck.
Young
Mister Keikeya and Dee had been sitting in the seat in front of him, and Billy
had been telling
Saul
regarded Adama again. ‘I’ll be godsdamned!’ A slow smile formed on
his face which he quickly masked and cleared his throat. “Bill…”
Bill’s eyes
flew open.
“If there’s
nothing else, I’m going to grab a quick bite to eat then head back to the CIC.”
Saul remarked as if nothing were amiss.
Bill
swallowed hard. Laura was still working his erection in and out of her
mouth, and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to not reach
beneath his desk, grab her head in his hands and start thrusting into her
mouth. Not trusting his voice, Bill simply nodded.
“You want
me to have the galley send something up?”
Bill shook
his head as he felt his balls tighten in the palm of her hand.
Saul
grinned internally. He could see Bill’s struggle to hold on to his
control as he stood and walked to the door. “You’re sure?”
Bill
nodded.
Unable to
resist, Saul paused in the now open door. “You might want to rub that
muscle to help ease that cramp…”
Bill’s head
snapped up, his eyes wide, to see Saul’s shoulders shaking as he left the room;
pushing the hatch closed behind him. Once the thick metal door clicked
shut and he heard the lock spin into place, Bill’s attention returned to the
incredible woman under his desk.
“Gods,
Laura…” he moaned. “You’re an evil woman, Madame President…” Bill
murmured as he gave in to his earlier impulse and threaded his fingers in
her long, luxurious, red hair.
Laura
chuckled and pulled her lips from him long enough to reply, “Paybacks, Commander…
paybacks. Now, I’m going to make you cum, Bill…”
“…oh sh…”
Bill groaned as she took him back into the hot cavern of her mouth. “Yes…
Lau…” he hissed the rest of her name and his fingers clenched in her hair as
his release began to overwhelm him.
She hummed
around his aching flesh, smiling inwardly when she received an answering hum of
pleasure from him. He was close. She could sense it… feel it in the
growing tension of his body.
“Laura…”
Bill gasped, his fingers fisting in her hair. “Laura… I’m…” he could feel
his juices rising up his shaft, “…cum… I…”
“Then cum…”
she mumbled around the swollen head and sucked a little harder.
“I… oh frak…”
Bill groaned as he gave in to his body’s demand. Pleasure coursed over
him as his hips lifted off the chair; his release leaving him in strong pulses.
His hand dropped from her hair to press against the base of his erection, halting
the flow of his orgasm. “…stop…” he told her in a gruff voice and backed
away.
Laura
looked up at him from beneath the desk, her face flushed with passion; her lips
glistening.
“Come
here,” he growled. When she was out from under the desk he pulled her,
almost roughly, into his arms and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. His
fingers immediately began to gather up her skirt.
Laura
moaned into his mouth as her tongue danced madly with his. The feel of
his still hard length pressing against her centre sent a quiver of desire… an
arrow of need so strong through her body that her knees buckled slightly.
“…Bill…”
Bill backed
her up against the desk and then, taking Laura by complete surprise, he turned
her around in his arms and urged her down, onto her arms, skirt bunched at her
waist, on the desk. He bent over her, his chest to her back and circled
his erection against her silk-covered bottom as his hands slipped beneath her
to cup her breasts through her blouse. “Trust me?” He whispered
hoarsely in her ear as he teased her already taut nipples into aching points.
“…yes…”
Laura whispered and pressed back against him. She felt him slide his body
along hers and shivered in anticipation. His hands caressed her rear and
at his urging she widened her stance, spreading her legs.
“I love that
you’re wearing your skimpy panties,” Bill told her in a husky voice as he
caressed her bottom. “But at this moment… they’re in the way…”
Laura
gasped when she felt him yank her panties aside and she flipped her hair out of
her face so that it was over one shoulder and looked back, surprised to see
that Bill was kneeling behind her. “…Bill?”
“I need to
taste you…” Bill told her in a quiet voice.
“Oh… Gods…”
Laura moaned as Bill buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting out
to dip inside her then down to flick against her clit.
“You taste
so good…” he murmured. “…so godsdamn
good.”
“Bill…”
The need
Bill heard in Laura’s voice made his member throb, and with one final kiss to
her sex, he stood. He pushed his pants down to pool at his ankles and
stepped closer. He grasped his shaft in his hand and stroked it through
her swollen folds, coating the plumy head with her juices then positioned
himself at her entrance.
“Bill!”
Laura cried out softly as he slowly, inch by hard inch, eased his length into
her until he was seated completely within her hot sheath. “Oohyesss…” she
hissed as Bill withdrew then, again with agonizing slowness, sank back into
her. “…Bi… ill…”
“I love the
feel of you around me…” Bill told her in his rich gravely voice as he kept up
the leisurely pace, sliding in and out of her slick heat. “…so hot… so
wet…” his words trailed off into a groan as Laura clenched her inner muscles
around him. “Laura…”
“Bill… I… I
have a…” Laura tried to concentrate on her words and not on the feel of Bill
moving inside her. “…a Quorum meeting soon…”
“How soon?”
Bill questioned as he pressed his pelvis
to her rear then bent low over her so that his chest was against her back. He nipped her earlobe and asked again, “How
soon?”
“…very…”
“Shall I…” he circled his hips against hers,
“speed things up?”
Laura
nodded. “Yes…”
“We’ll have
a slower session tonight?”
“Oh yes…”
Laura answered and circled her hips in counterpoint to his.
Bill
released her lobe then trailed his mouth along her jaw as she turned her head
back towards him and caught her lips in a hungry kiss. “Later…” he
murmured against her lips then with a quick swipe of his tongue he pushed
himself back up, gripped her hips tightly and began to drive into her.
“Mmm…”
Laura moaned and braced herself on the desk as he pounded into her. It
wasn’t long until she was writhing and pushing back against him. She
could feel the tension building… the coil of sensation tightening in her
centre… Laura moaned his name, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.
Bill was
close. Very close. Every plunge of his shaft into her willing body,
every clench of her inner muscles around him, brought him closer and closer to
his release. His fingers flexed on Laura’s hips. “Laura…?” Bill
asked, the strain evident in his voice.
Laura
nodded. “Bill… I need…” she pushed back
against him, “…more… please…”
“Make
yourself cum…”
“Bill…”
Bill
shifted his stance slightly, gripped her hips harder and pushed in deeper. “Make yourself cum…” he repeated in a hoarse
voice. “Touch yourself, Laura… I can’t… not like this…” for emphasis, his
grip on her hips tightened. “…too close…”
Laura
lowered her head onto her right arm as she reached down between her legs.
She moaned as her fingers found her swollen clit and immediately began to
circle and tease the hard nub. Her body throbbed as the combined
sensations… her fingers on her clit and his erection moving in and out of
her... grew in intensity.
“Bill…
please…” Laura pleaded as she felt her inner walls begin to spasm with her
oncoming release.
“Yes…” Bill
groaned and in a move that surprised her, he bent over her and slid his arms
beneath her; one across her chest the other over her stomach. He stood
suddenly, bringing her with him, virtually impaling her on his shaft. The
hand on her stomach slipped down to join her fingers between her legs as he
continued to thrust into her.
“BIIILLLL!”
Laura screamed his name as she came hard, the fierce spiking rapture of her
orgasm pulsing upward through her body in crashing waves.
Her orgasm
triggered his, and Bill buried his face in her shoulder to muffle his yell of
completion as his juices shot up to bathe her womb with his warm essence.
“Oh… gods…” he groaned against her damp skin.
They
remained standing; bodies joined and still trembling for several moments as the
euphoria of their shared release continued to pulse over them. Only when
Bill felt like his legs were going to give out did he move; reaching out behind
him to grab the chair he’d pushed out of the way when he stood to bend her over
his desk.
Bill
lowered them down into the chair, careful to keep his softening member sheathed
within her body. He rewrapped his arm around her, and pulled her tight
against him.
Laura let
her head fall back to his shoulder, her head turning to seek out his
mouth. Bill met her lips and they shared a loving kiss.
“Mmm…
oooh…” she gasped out of the kiss at the feel of his fingers, which were still
between her thighs, gently circled her swollen flesh. She covered his
hand with hers to stop him. “No… no more… I can’t…”
Bill nodded
and pulled his hand away, bringing his damp fingers to his mouth.
Laura
groaned as he brazenly cleaned her juices from the long digits. She
licked her lips, “Is your muscle cramp feeling better…” she gave him a
brilliant yet coy smile, “…or shall I… rub it some more for you?”
“Frak me!”
Bill laughed and caught her lips again, this time in a hungry kiss.
“I thought
I just did…” she said with a soft giggle, her body still humming. “And as
much as I would love to continue this…”
“You have a
Quorum meeting,” Bill nodded.
“Mmhmm…”
Laura gave him a smile and brushed her lips over his. “Tonight,” she
whispered in promise.
“Tonight.”
They shared
another brief kiss and then, reluctantly, separated as Bill helped Laura to her
feet. He quickly stood himself. He pulled up his pants, tucked and
arranged himself and zipped them up then turned to Laura.
Bill
grabbed her hands just as she went to pull her panties back into place.
“Bill?”
Laura questioned.
“Don’t
move.”
She smiled
affectionately when he stepped away, around his desk, and quickly made his way
to the lavatory. He returned moments
later with a warm washcloth and a towel and knelt before her where he quickly
and quietly cleaned their combined juices then pulled her panties back into
place.
Bill
stood. “There…” he balled the washcloth into the towel and laid them
aside on the desk. “That should hold you
through your meeting.”
“Thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome.” Bill said as he reached out to cup her cheek. “So… what
brought this on?”
Laura
smiled and reached past him to grab the card she’d brought in earlier off his
desk. “I wanted to leave this for you…”
“What is
it?”
“What do
you think?”
“Someone
told you tomorrow’s my birthday.”
Laura
nodded. “There’s a little something
special in there…” her smile grew sly. “…something to… help keep me in
your thoughts when I’m not here.”
“I don’t
need help there,” Bill told her and drew her into his arms. “You are
always in my thoughts.”
Laura’s
eyes sparkled and they gazed at each other for several moments; the feelings
they both shared evident in their eyes, but not ready to be spoken aloud.
“I should go…” she said in a soft voice. “I need to…”
Bill
nodded. “All right.”
“I’ll see
you later,” she brushed a quick kiss to his lips then stepped out of his
arms. “Tonight?”
“Definitely
tonight,” Bill grinned as he watched her walk to the hatch.
Laura
opened the door, flashed him a bright smile. “Open the card, Commander…”
she said then left.
“Frak me!”
Walking
slowly down the hall, a large grin spread across Laura’s face.
~fin
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