"Are you going to sit on this couch for 12 hours, watching sci-fi?" Gaby asked.
"That's the plan," Ben answered.
"You're crazy," she said, with a whistle.
"Babe, Battlestar Galactica is the greatest show that's ever been on television...ever," he said. "Besides, I won't sit here for 12 straight hours. I have to go to the bathroom sometime."
"Haven't you seen it a dozen times already?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "But, there's just something different about seeing it on TV."
"You are such a frakin' geek," she whispered in his ear.
"And, you love me anyway," he said.
"You're not forgetting we're going to see that house tomorrow, right?" she asked.
"That's not until 5:00pm," he said. "I can watch this, crawl into bed for a few hours, and then we'll go."
Again, she gave her opinion of his mental state.
"Don't be hatin' on BSG," he said, seriously.
"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, getting up slowly.
She pulled off her t-shirt as she walked past the TV. She tossed the shirt into his lap.
"Very funny," he said, as she, now naked from the waist up, walked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.
Ben dropped the shirt beside him on the couch. A moment later, her boxers landed in his lap.
He looked at her. She stood a few feet from the door, only a pair of blood red boyshorts covering her dark olive skin. She crossed her arms in front of her perky B-cup breasts, and looked into his eyes.
"Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six," she said, then lowered her eyes to his crotch, "or a nice thick seven."
"Seven, plus," he asserted.
"Men," she said, shaking her head.
She turned and walked to the archway leading to the hall. She gave her hips a little extra swing, allowing her ass to rock back and forth, as he watched her go.
He looked down at the boxers in his lap, then placed them on top of Gaby's shirt. He adjusted himself on the couch and prepared to enjoy the show.
After a long commercial break, the first part of the re-imagined mini-series began. As the first humanoid Cylon, a statuesque blonde female called Number Six, made her entrance, her high heels clicking on the metal deck, Ben heard a familiar sound -- from the hallway, he heard the clicking of high heels on the hardwood floor.
Ben turned his head as Gaby re-entered the living room. His mouth fell open. She wore his favorite outfit. Black three-inch ankle boots augmented her 5'2" height. She wore sheer black thigh high stockings, black elbow-length satin opera gloves, and black Ray Ban sunglasses. A neon pink bob cut wig covered her brunette pixie cut hair. And, even from across the dimly lit room, he could see her lips were coated with neon pink lipstick. It was an outfit she knew Ben couldn't resist. He had a thing for black opera gloves. And, the wig was like icing on top of a cake.
"Oh, my Go..." he began.
"I'm sorry," Gaby interrupted. "Did you say something?"
He watched as she slowly walked toward him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, in a low voice.
"Me?" she asked, smiling. "Nothing. I just thought I'd come watch your space show with you."
"You're poking the bear," he growled.
"Am I?" she asked, innocently.
"Woman," he said.
He stood up, and she took a step back. He reached out for her, but she spun away from his grasp.
"Maybe I should get a dress like that robot girl in the show," Gaby suggested.
She turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder. His eyes traced down her spine, to her ass. His gaze lingered on the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back. She smiled and shook her perfect little bottom a few times.
"Come here," Ben whispered, raising his eyes to hers.
She shook her head, sticking out her tongue.
"Don't make me chase you," he warned.
She strutted toward the hallway -- shaking her ass.
"If you want me," she said, "come get me."
As she entered the hallway again, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table.
"So say we all," he said, as he turned off the TV, and turned to follow Gaby. "Sorry, Six. I'll see you, and that red dress, on DVD."
When he entered the hallway, he saw Gaby standing at the far end, in the doorway to their bedroom. He could tell she'd lit candles, and she stood silhouetted in the flickering light.
"Come here," he said.
Again, she shook her head.
"Gabrielle," he said, sternly. "Come here, right now."
Her head tilted down, and though he couldn't see it in the darkness, he was sure her bottom lip was pushed out in a mock pout. She hesitated, as if reluctant to submit to him.
He moved down the hallway slowly. When he got within arms reach, he grabbed her. He pulled her petite body against his large, 6'3" frame. He pulled her hands behind her back and secured both wrists with his left hand. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her tightly.
"What did I tell you about teasing me?" he hissed.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she purred. "I can't help it."
He moved his right hand to her neck. He squeezed gently as he pushed her backward through the doorway, then roughly turned her to pin her between his body and the bedroom wall. He leaned close to whisper in her ear.
"You know what happens when you tease me," he said.
She nodded her head a fraction of an inch, and Ben felt her throat vibrate as a low moan escaped her lips. He squeezed tighter, and lifted. She raised herself onto her tip-toes.
He released his grip on her wrists. She grabbed his right wrist with both hands. She struggled, futilely trying to pull his hand from her neck. With his left hand, he reached up to remove her sunglasses, carefully setting them on top of a short bookshelf. Looking into her eyes, he slipped the same hand under the wig. He let his fingers intertwine with her hair and he pulled gently, tilting her head back.
Ben dropped his right hand to her chest, exposing her neck -- one of her most sensitive spots -- to his lips. He moved close and kissed her just under her chin.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, still holding his right wrist.
"I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for when you put on this little outfit," he said, his voice rumbling, as he kissed his way downward, pushing his tongue against her neck.
He could feel the heat of her as she pushed her body against his.
"Bennnn..." she whispered.
She tried to tilt her head and kiss him, but he held her hair as he backed away to avoid her mouth. He pushed his right hand between her legs, roughly brushing her lips. She was already wet.
"Kiss me," she pleaded.
