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…




“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.




“Did you tell her that?”


“As a matter of fact, I did.”




“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?  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 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.”




“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 Dee to show them around.  The personal touch.”


‘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 Dee about the Old Man surprising the president under her desk one afternoon not too long after their reunion on Kobol.  He hadn’t believed a word of it.  In fact he’d agreed with Dualla when she told Billy that he was making it up, even though Billy had sworn it was the truth.


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.”




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?”




 “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 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.




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.





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