Ficlet: An Interlude
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bibliodragonGod lord I'm writing more sex! Managed to get something done for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bsg_pornbattle, though it did end up more angst than hot sexxings I'm afraid.
Pairing: A/R
Rating: M
Spoilers: Kobol arc.
Prompts: clothes on, fragile, the last good time, rain
There are so many things wrong with it, Laura thinks, this one last good time. This last time she will feel a man beneath her, their ragged breathing not quite in time; what does it matter that she is dying and he was so near death not so long ago, that they are frakking to the drumbeat of the rain against canvas, and on the legendary planet of the frakking Gods of all places. Even though there can be no denying that physical restrictions impose a fragility onto the act, that even in the humidity of the tent it is too cold for anything more than undone buttons and hands constrained by unyielding clothing, and that there is a little voice at the back of her head still wondering whether it is politically wise to be frakking the man who threw you into his brig on the forbidden planet of the Gods when you are asking for their help.
His deep chuckle is enough to bring her back to this moment, the vibrations causing her to bite back a moan and she looks down at him. "What?"
"I was just thinking," he says, and despite the dim light she can see his eyes clearly, "that this is the last place I'd ever expected to get lucky."
She has to laugh at that, even if it is dangerously close to her own line of thought. "Getting laid on Kobol, who'd have believed that?"
"Then again who would have believed any of this." He's looking up at her and she has to close her eyes at the surprising vulnerability she sees there. This one last good time, she doesn't want to muddle it up with emotion. Even if she knew full well that involving this particular man that may be impossible. Recent events had taught her that much about him, after all.
"Bill, shhh." It still feels strange saying his name, stranger than the kiss she presses against his lips. "Just this, just now." She doesn't want to think about what brought them here, what might be waiting for them in that tomb tomorrow. Tomorrow they will have a map to Earth, or won't, the fleet will be waiting, he will be the Commander, she will be the President and she will still be dying, and her part in the story will be ending.
For this moment she is just a woman frakking a man for the last time, under canvas in the rain on the planet of the Gods of all places.
bsg_pornbattle, though it did end up more angst than hot sexxings I'm afraid. Pairing: A/R
Rating: M
Spoilers: Kobol arc.
Prompts: clothes on, fragile, the last good time, rain
There are so many things wrong with it, Laura thinks, this one last good time. This last time she will feel a man beneath her, their ragged breathing not quite in time; what does it matter that she is dying and he was so near death not so long ago, that they are frakking to the drumbeat of the rain against canvas, and on the legendary planet of the frakking Gods of all places. Even though there can be no denying that physical restrictions impose a fragility onto the act, that even in the humidity of the tent it is too cold for anything more than undone buttons and hands constrained by unyielding clothing, and that there is a little voice at the back of her head still wondering whether it is politically wise to be frakking the man who threw you into his brig on the forbidden planet of the Gods when you are asking for their help.
His deep chuckle is enough to bring her back to this moment, the vibrations causing her to bite back a moan and she looks down at him. "What?"
"I was just thinking," he says, and despite the dim light she can see his eyes clearly, "that this is the last place I'd ever expected to get lucky."
She has to laugh at that, even if it is dangerously close to her own line of thought. "Getting laid on Kobol, who'd have believed that?"
"Then again who would have believed any of this." He's looking up at her and she has to close her eyes at the surprising vulnerability she sees there. This one last good time, she doesn't want to muddle it up with emotion. Even if she knew full well that involving this particular man that may be impossible. Recent events had taught her that much about him, after all.
"Bill, shhh." It still feels strange saying his name, stranger than the kiss she presses against his lips. "Just this, just now." She doesn't want to think about what brought them here, what might be waiting for them in that tomb tomorrow. Tomorrow they will have a map to Earth, or won't, the fleet will be waiting, he will be the Commander, she will be the President and she will still be dying, and her part in the story will be ending.
For this moment she is just a woman frakking a man for the last time, under canvas in the rain on the planet of the Gods of all places.
