The Good Fight II

Reclined in the tub, Laura watched Bill in the dark of their new bedroom as he watched her.

He was illuminated somewhat by the light from the bathroom as he lay in their newly purchased bed on his side, an arm folded behind his head. She was just soaking, but she could see and feel his eyes on her, just watching.

If one of her lovers from the past had done what he was doing, she’d have been self conscious. But not with Bill. His gaze was never calculating. When he assessed her, he never sized her up in a way that felt inappropriate, or that was unwelcome. He could make her feel sexy, desired, beautiful, loved, adored, respected, appreciated … and a dozen other wonderful things all depending on how he looked at her with those intensely blue eyes of his.

At the moment, she felt a mixture of those things, but most of all, she felt comforted. That was how she could best describe what she felt as their eyes just held across the distance, between languid blinks and breaths.

He was just present and so was she, and they were connected even though they weren’t physically touching.

She could see that he was tired. She was, too. It had been a long and busy day, but she’d enjoyed shopping for their home, adding the comforts she wanted to avail herself of in the coming days and weeks. She didn’t want to stay in the city any more, not unless she had to, and she conceded there might be times when she might need…

But she didn’t want to think about that just yet, not now. It would be a harsh reality soon enough and she didn’t want to consider it until she absolutely had to, even if the evasion marked her as a coward. She thought maybe she was entitled to absorb the news at her own pace, allowed a small measure of denial as she reached back once again for the absolute joy, hope and promise that had been her existence just days ago before looking ahead at the disease that was going to shape their future in some measure.

Earlier, she’d confronted it long enough to tell her security agents and it had taken everything she had to do so. She was not one to share such personal things with others, but it had been necessary and right. Bill had made her see that, but she had had enough of that today.

Right now, she just wanted to dwell about the good things in her life, about this place, the man she loved, and the life they wanted together. They were what she would be fighting for in the days to come.

She knew she still needed to ask Bill about Galactica, what he’d decided, if he’d decided, but she wasn’t ready to delve into that either, even though he was to give his answer to the admiralty by the end of the week.

No, she just wanted to think about him, just him, and how wonderfully loving, supportive, and indulgent he’d been, just adapting to what she’d needed and needed to do, whether it was drowning her in desire in her direst moments or letting her take the lead in furnishing their home.

He was just … with her.

His steady presence was a balm, strengthened her, made her want to fight all the harder for what they both wanted, everything that defined them, that they shared, that they hoped for and needed.

Laura wanted to be near him.

Lifting her arms, she gripped the rim of the tub and rose, ignoring the slosh and lap of water against the sides and basking in the gentle rake of Bill’s gaze over her body. It warmed her in ways nothing else ever had, and not just in the sensitive flesh of her sex. It was a comforting and welcoming warmth, and it never failed to beckon her to the source.

Easing out of the tub, Laura sought him out now, shutting off the light and snagging her towel on the way from the bathroom to the bedroom, blotting the water from her skin as she closed the distance to the bed where he lay.

Gooseflesh rose as she felt his eyes track her progress through the relative dark of the room. When she stood beside the bed, his hand raised and reached for the towel. She surrendered it without a word as he slowly drew it from her grip. She trembled when he dropped it to the floor then held up the covers over his body in invitation.

She accepted it, moving astride him, bowing to kiss him as his arms came around her, bringing the silky softness of the sheets along with his banding strength, cocooning her as she descended to make him her bed.

Laura felt her body rise against his as their tongues tangled slow and sleek, desire flooding through her in a charged sensual current that wound from her mouth to her pussy hovering over his rising cock.

She wanted him. She had thought she didn’t have the energy, that neither of them would have it, but here it was, in sublime glory, want and need demanding their due. And she would not deny them and knew he was of similar mind when he whispered against her lips, “Take me, baby. Ride me.”

“Yes,” she breathed, a hand moving from the side of his face down between them, to free his cock from his boxers.

Gods, he was so hard and hot, pulsing with a need that matched her own.

She pumped him once, twice, then raised and dragged his broad head along her slit, wetting him with her on the way to putting him where she needed him.

Her name was rumbled as she sank down slowly on him and his hands grasped her breasts. She gripped his forearms, held to him as he held to her, her breath escaping her as his thickness opened her inside.

That opening, that sensation was something she’d never truly appreciated with a lover before Bill. Before him, with others, there’d always been a moment or two of terror and panic, several seconds of realizing how vulnerable she was before pleasure took over and she was able to enjoy the act.

But it wasn’t like that with Bill. She felt safe with him, could trust him when she was at her most vulnerable and she liked that she could, liked being able to just let go with him.

She did so now, riding him as he’d requested, taking him in and out of her slow and easy, savoring the feel of her body opening again and again for him. It felt so good, she found herself softly gasping her pleasure on each descent.

Beneath her, he just watched her, his eyes dark, intense and fathomless in her shadow. She listened to his breaths, heavy but paced with her leisurely rhythm, inhaling on her ascent, exhaling when she took him back in. She reveled in the gentle caresses of his fingers to her breasts, how they followed the contours in leisurely, smooth strokes, from her chest wall down to her nipples before reaching up and following another path around her shifting flesh.

Those delicate touches added to her pleasure, made her feel loved and adored, made her love him all the more, and cemented her determination to fight the disease that threatened this with him.

Tears pricked her eyes. She would not give this or him up without a fight. She would not leave him without waging a war. She just wanted something before she started, before she went back to the worlds. She wanted…

“I want one more day,” she whispered as she continued to ride him, her hands sliding up to his hands, capturing his fingers with hers. “One more, Bill,” she breathed and saw him smile.

“One more, Laura,” he rumbled and tugged her down to him and into a kiss that made her forget everything for a while.

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