Summary: Zarek and Roslin find a way to survive on New Caprica, or, BEACHSMUT! *dies laughing*
Rating: MA
Category: Romance, PWP
Genres: Romance, Smut
Wordcount: 16821 Read Count: 6565

Laura liked to listen to the ocean – something about the gentle rhythm that the waves kept. Each broke on top of the previous and together they moved the beach tides in and out around her. She lay there on the sand very still, listening to the lull of the water. She missed this – it was one of those things you didn’t even know you had lost until you were back in your dreams living it.

A shudder of thunder – so out of place in her blissful surrounds, brought her from her dreamlike environment.

Laura startled Zarek as her eyes flew open and she sat up, dragging their covers with her. She shivered where the cold nipped at her exposed back and continued on. The tent they shared was hardly capable of keeping out the storm that had settled over New Caprica that evening. As Laura lifted her eyes to the ceiling she saw the canvas stretch and wane under the wait of the last downpour. From time to time, an innocent droplet of water fell from the bulging fabric and muddied the floor below. It was like a kind of damp hell and all she wanted to do was forget that it existed, forget that she was trapped here on this stupid frakking planet instead of lying on the beach.

Laura had forgotten Zarek was there until he sat up next to her, running his hand up her back. “Sh…” he whispered, drawing his hand up and down. They had been engaging in one of their survival tactics before the storm unsettled her. It was one of the closer hits of the night and Zarek, whose eyes had been open at the time, saw the tent light up inside and all their objects silhouetted against the canvas. Then the thunder, caught on the edge of the light, tore into them.

“Oh,” she said quietly, turning to him, “it’s just the thunder hey…”

He smiled. “Close your eyes again,” he whispered, pulling her gently back down to the bed. “You’re on the beach – ” he said, drawing slow lines down her arms with his fingers, “the constellation of Aphrodite is peaking through the afternoon and you can see Narcissus shining brightest in the darkening sky.” She let him lower her, the storm outside slowly growing softer as he spoke. “You can feel the winds circling the equator – warming before blowing gently offshore…”

Laura closed her eyes again and the sand returned beneath her feet. She dug her toes in, noticing the temperature cool as they sunk further in. The lapping motion of the waves was almost too much for her, she curled her toes further as each wave broke into the soft rise of the beach. Her eyes opened, but she had to raise a hand to the last violent light as the sun prepared its final descent into the waves.

Off in the distance she could see someone walking towards her on the shore. His figure was drenched in the light – the ocean swirling around his ankles – splashing up with the pull of the tide.

A smile crept over her face as she stretched out her arms and took in the sun, the heat on her skin intensified where her dark swimwear absorbed its extra warmth.

Now she could hear the gentle disturbance of water where someone’s feet softly – casually approached. She lay waiting, tracing out angel like patterns in the sand next to her towel – pushing the grains away from her – then towards in a rhythmic mock of the ocean. She closed her eyes again, the ocean winds knocking lightly on her eyelashes and a fine layer of sand settling on her.

It took her a minute to notice her body temperature cool. She was in the shadow of the man that had been walking up the beach.

“Laura,” he said, and she smiled. When she had been here last time the man on the beach had been Adar, but this man was so much better than Adar.

The towel tightened either side of her and with eyes still closed, she felt him kneel on top of her, supporting his own weight as he lent down toward her. The warmth returned to Laura but it was not from the sun. His lips met hers, gently at first, but swiftly growing more firm as he deepened the kiss. She responded pushing back against him – bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck. He caught them before they could tangle and take hold. Pushing them back down to the towel with one hand, he lost control over his breath as their kiss continued.

He pulled back from her, letting her arms lie free by her side as he shifted – digging his knees into the sand for stability. Laura passed her tongue back over her lips – anticipating another kiss – and, failing that, remembering the taste he left on her mixed with the salt.

Her stomach tensed as roughened hands found their way to her skin and started to move in bold circles on the exposed area between her bikini sections. The fingers moved slow then hurried around the edges of her rib cage. It felt good, so gentle and it caused her to bite her lip as the talented fingers trespassed onto the material covering her chest.

She felt him lean down again and cover the skin at the side of her neck with his mouth, distracting her as his other hand slid beneath and undid her clasp.

“That wasn’t fair,” she mumbled somewhere between him slipping off the garment and moving his mouth up to nibble on her ear.

“Terrorist,” he replied into neck, feeling her moan through the skin.

“You’ll get yours sooner or – ” but he didn’t give her the opportunity to continue.

It became impossible to continue their fantasy in their present positions so Laura took the lead and rolled them over. Zarek went to mutter a complaint about falling off the towl into the sand but the good thing about a fantasy was that the sand behaved when you asked it to.

Laura giggled loudly, her mass of red hair falling onto his shoulder when he slipped a hand under the fabric of her bikini bottom and began to slide them off.

“You’re not supposed to laugh…” he scorned. She recovered and helped him removed them.

“If you can come up with a cure – I’d be more than happy to give it a go.” Laura kicked her eyebrow up expectantly and Zarek took his chance, rising up from the sand, capturing her with his arms before tugging her back down to him. Much to his horror she giggled again.

“Hmm… I can think of something that might help.” he said, managing to steal a kiss between the giggles. As he persisted, the giggles grew less frequent. Laura seemed to be too preoccupied with removing the rest of his clothing to laugh, so he watched the imaginary moon rise over the water, making it speed over head then sink back down at will.

“Laura,” said Zarek as she stroked him but she brought her finger to his lips and he took the hint.

Laura never tired or being filled by Zarek – especially as he seemed to do it so well. This time, he had let her set the pace which was becoming harder and harder to maintain as her brain started shutting off non-essential functions. Balance was becoming an issue – she’d never cared much for breathing and reason was splashing about in the water somewhere. Just before her heart failed, they came – her a fraction of a second before him.

She collapsed on top of him as her waves of pleasure subsided, rolling out more gently then the shuddering contractions that had caused the nail imprints in Zarek’s shoulder. He loved to feel her resting there, warm and soft against him. He stroked her hair and rolled her back onto the towel, brushing a gentle kiss and murmuring things neither of them thought they would ever say to each other.

Then – the gentle lapping of the beach became the sheets of rain hitting the tent, the glow of the moon setting was the lightning ripping through New Caprica and the soft lull of the winds moving down the shore roared past them. The storm raged outside their tent and they lay there, in each others arms in the cot. The vision had vanished, as the best fantasies do.

He held her tighter and they stayed there quietly for a minute until she looked up at him, that devious streak glistening with the next lightening strike.

“My turn…”