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GALACTICA'S GYM:
Laura had asked if she could remain on Galactica and make use of the gym. Bill had told her that on it's best day it smelled like a shoe. He was right and she was trying to ignore the smell and concentrate on her maditating. It was something she had done on New Caprica and that had worked real well when she had wanted to quiet her mind. Laura had gotten lucky and the gym wasn't in use at the moment. She kicked off her shoes and moved the center of the mat where she sat down and crossed her long legs. Laura settled her hands on her thighs and exhaled a deep cleansing breath as she closed her eyes. Everything that had been happening over the last few weeks was waring Laura out to the point of exhaustion. She hadn't felt like this since the beginning of the journey towards Earth. The ventilation kicked on and a fresh wave of the smell invaded Laura's nose.
"Gods, this place really does smell like an old shoe." She groaned and laid back on the mat.
"I told you so." Bill said from the corner. Laura instantly sat up and smiled. How could she have not noticed him standing there? Maybe he slipped in after she had begun meditating when she had been lost in thought.
"Yes, you did. And I guess I wanted to see for myself." Laura replied rising to her feet. Adama was dressed in his blue service uniform with the top two buttons undone. She had seen him like this on many an occasion inhis qaurters, but never out where his soldiers could see. Course that had gone right out the window when he had fought the Chief. He had held his own very well until he threw the match to prove a point. Everytime he took a hit Laura had to look away, she couldn't bare to see her Admiral beaten in such a way when she knew he was capable of knocking Tyrol out. Looking at him now she could still see where he had been bloodied and bruised. Laura moved over to him and touched the fading cut above his left eye. She could still feel the rough, healing skin and it reminded her that he had let her get too close, but she couldn't help being close to him. He was William Adama and she needed him. Everything that happened to them recently made him all the more important to her. His well being was her well being. At the beginning of their journey it bothered Laura that she was so comfortable around Bill. Now she craved taht comfort more than her next breath.
Bill closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in Laura's gentle touch. It had been a while since he had last felt her delicate soft skin on his. Just the gentle touch of her fingers could lighten his heart and make his stress flow away for a while. Bill had never felt like this for Carolanne. Yes, he had loved his wife but Laura touched something deep within him that he never knew existed. Bill not only wanted to protect the fleet, but he needed to protect Laura. He had to make sure she lived to see Earth, to see her dream come true. How had he grown so dependant on her smile, her voice, or her prescence? And here she was with her hand on his face. Moments like these were theirs and theirs alone. He had missed that while she had been on New Capirca.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Bill whispered and smiled when Laura let out a smaal sigh of relief. Bill stood slightly behind Laura she slipped on her shoes and headed out of the gym.
Laura had asked if she could remain on Galactica and make use of the gym. Bill had told her that on it's best day it smelled like a shoe. He was right and she was trying to ignore the smell and concentrate on her maditating. It was something she had done on New Caprica and that had worked real well when she had wanted to quiet her mind. Laura had gotten lucky and the gym wasn't in use at the moment. She kicked off her shoes and moved the center of the mat where she sat down and crossed her long legs. Laura settled her hands on her thighs and exhaled a deep cleansing breath as she closed her eyes. Everything that had been happening over the last few weeks was waring Laura out to the point of exhaustion. She hadn't felt like this since the beginning of the journey towards Earth. The ventilation kicked on and a fresh wave of the smell invaded Laura's nose.
"Gods, this place really does smell like an old shoe." She groaned and laid back on the mat.
"I told you so." Bill said from the corner. Laura instantly sat up and smiled. How could she have not noticed him standing there? Maybe he slipped in after she had begun meditating when she had been lost in thought.
"Yes, you did. And I guess I wanted to see for myself." Laura replied rising to her feet. Adama was dressed in his blue service uniform with the top two buttons undone. She had seen him like this on many an occasion inhis qaurters, but never out where his soldiers could see. Course that had gone right out the window when he had fought the Chief. He had held his own very well until he threw the match to prove a point. Everytime he took a hit Laura had to look away, she couldn't bare to see her Admiral beaten in such a way when she knew he was capable of knocking Tyrol out. Looking at him now she could still see where he had been bloodied and bruised. Laura moved over to him and touched the fading cut above his left eye. She could still feel the rough, healing skin and it reminded her that he had let her get too close, but she couldn't help being close to him. He was William Adama and she needed him. Everything that happened to them recently made him all the more important to her. His well being was her well being. At the beginning of their journey it bothered Laura that she was so comfortable around Bill. Now she craved taht comfort more than her next breath.
Bill closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in Laura's gentle touch. It had been a while since he had last felt her delicate soft skin on his. Just the gentle touch of her fingers could lighten his heart and make his stress flow away for a while. Bill had never felt like this for Carolanne. Yes, he had loved his wife but Laura touched something deep within him that he never knew existed. Bill not only wanted to protect the fleet, but he needed to protect Laura. He had to make sure she lived to see Earth, to see her dream come true. How had he grown so dependant on her smile, her voice, or her prescence? And here she was with her hand on his face. Moments like these were theirs and theirs alone. He had missed that while she had been on New Capirca.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Bill whispered and smiled when Laura let out a smaal sigh of relief. Bill stood slightly behind Laura she slipped on her shoes and headed out of the gym.
Laura sat bolt upright in Bill's rack. Her mind had conjured images of everyone dying, including Bill. She looked down at him and saw he was still asleep and he was alive. Warm and alive and next to her. Laura tried to calm her breathing but she wasn't willing to wake him up. Grabbing the discarded blanket Laura wrapped it around her cooling naked body. She walked quietly out to the living area and curled up on his couch while the unwanted tears began to fall. The dream seemed so real that Laura could still feel the blood on her hands. In the dream it had been Bill's blood that coated her hands. The Cylon Cavil had shot her Bill while Laura watched. Laura pulled her knees up against her chest and buried her face in her knees trying to hide her tears. If she lost Bill her world would be nothing. A few hours ago Bill and Laura had made love for the first time, and the last time. Her body was failing her and she knew it, so did Bill. As she fell into a deep deep sleep the nightmare inflicted her subconscious. Over and over a dead Bill flashed behind her eyes which made her tears flow faster.
"Laura?" Bill's voice filtered through her teary haze. she looked up and she knew that he could see her teas. Bill quickly sat down and Laura noticed that he was dressed in sweats and his undershirts. He opened his arms and Laura sank into his embrace. Her body molded to his like it had before her nightmare. Bill was solid and real against her. His warmth heated her skin and stilled her shaking to a degree.
"Tell me what's wrong?" Bill asked and kissed Laura's temple while running his hand up and down her sheet covered back. She was shaking and Bill was starting to worry that what they had done had made her weaker.
"Just a nightmare." Her voice broke. it was clear to Bill that there was something more going on than a simple nightmare.
"What happened?" Bill whispered and continued to stroke her back.
"Don't die." Laura choked out. She couldn't remember crying this hard ever. Bill had opened her heart against her better judgment and this was the result. But she loved him and there was no going back. She didn't want to f she had the chance. Bill was hers and she would keep him as long as she had breath in her body.
"I'm not going to die." Bill whispered.
Bill couldn't understand what had come over her. Before they had settled down to sleep she had a glow of contentment around her. when he had woken up she wasn't at his side. He heard quiet sobs coming from the couch and he had to know what was wrong with Laura. Just knowing that she was hurting made pain radiate through his body and center at his heart. She had plainly asked him not to die. Her request baffled him and made him wonder again what was going on in her mind.
"What was your dream about?"
"You... died..." Laura felt a fresh wave of tears fall from her eyes.
"It was just a dream. I'm right here."
"I know.. but it felt... real." Laura spoke through tear soaked gasps.
"How did I die?" Bill asked. the best way to get over a night mare was to talk about it.
"Cavil shot you." Laura replied. her voice was calm and when she sat up to look Bill in the eyes he noticed that her tears still fell. He cupped her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears.
"It was only a dream. Laura I am right here and I'm not going to let Cavil shoot me. He's not even here." Bill whispered. He leaned forward kissing her tear stained cheek. Taking her hand Bill Stood up with Laura and guided her back to bed. she still needed all the rest she could get. Bill laid down and waited for Laura to settle next to him. She merely stood by the rack staring at him as if trying to convince herself that as soon as she was next to him he wasn't going to disappear. Laura climbed in next to him and sighed when his strong arms came around her.
"Feel this? I'm real and I'm with you." Bill whispered. Laura had seen things before in her Chamalla induced state. What if something was to come that would cause his death. No he couldn't think like that. he had to be here for Laura, he had to make sure that she stayed safe. When he had been waiting for her alone in the Raptor Bill swore that if he found Laura that he would do anything to make sure she was safe, and that was what he was going to do. Bill pulled her body closer to his and covered them both with another blanket so they could get some rest. Bill would have to be in CIC in the morning and Laura would have more rest to do tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed so far away right now.
"Just stay with me." Laura whispered in reply. Her voice had gone lax with sleep as she tried to fight to stay awake. Every second that past her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She wanted to stay awake and made sure that this was not another dream, that Bill was still with her. 'Bill will always be wit you.' A small voice spoke from within Laura's mind. It was the part of her that still had hope and believed that everything would work out. But right now the only thing that mattered to Laura was Bill's survival. This time when her eyes fell shut Laura allowed sleep to claim her. This time no dreams came to haunt her. Bill's arms kept the nightmares at bay and allowed Laura to rest.
"Laura?" Bill's voice filtered through her teary haze. she looked up and she knew that he could see her teas. Bill quickly sat down and Laura noticed that he was dressed in sweats and his undershirts. He opened his arms and Laura sank into his embrace. Her body molded to his like it had before her nightmare. Bill was solid and real against her. His warmth heated her skin and stilled her shaking to a degree.
"Tell me what's wrong?" Bill asked and kissed Laura's temple while running his hand up and down her sheet covered back. She was shaking and Bill was starting to worry that what they had done had made her weaker.
"Just a nightmare." Her voice broke. it was clear to Bill that there was something more going on than a simple nightmare.
"What happened?" Bill whispered and continued to stroke her back.
"Don't die." Laura choked out. She couldn't remember crying this hard ever. Bill had opened her heart against her better judgment and this was the result. But she loved him and there was no going back. She didn't want to f she had the chance. Bill was hers and she would keep him as long as she had breath in her body.
"I'm not going to die." Bill whispered.
Bill couldn't understand what had come over her. Before they had settled down to sleep she had a glow of contentment around her. when he had woken up she wasn't at his side. He heard quiet sobs coming from the couch and he had to know what was wrong with Laura. Just knowing that she was hurting made pain radiate through his body and center at his heart. She had plainly asked him not to die. Her request baffled him and made him wonder again what was going on in her mind.
"What was your dream about?"
"You... died..." Laura felt a fresh wave of tears fall from her eyes.
"It was just a dream. I'm right here."
"I know.. but it felt... real." Laura spoke through tear soaked gasps.
"How did I die?" Bill asked. the best way to get over a night mare was to talk about it.
"Cavil shot you." Laura replied. her voice was calm and when she sat up to look Bill in the eyes he noticed that her tears still fell. He cupped her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears.
"It was only a dream. Laura I am right here and I'm not going to let Cavil shoot me. He's not even here." Bill whispered. He leaned forward kissing her tear stained cheek. Taking her hand Bill Stood up with Laura and guided her back to bed. she still needed all the rest she could get. Bill laid down and waited for Laura to settle next to him. She merely stood by the rack staring at him as if trying to convince herself that as soon as she was next to him he wasn't going to disappear. Laura climbed in next to him and sighed when his strong arms came around her.
"Feel this? I'm real and I'm with you." Bill whispered. Laura had seen things before in her Chamalla induced state. What if something was to come that would cause his death. No he couldn't think like that. he had to be here for Laura, he had to make sure that she stayed safe. When he had been waiting for her alone in the Raptor Bill swore that if he found Laura that he would do anything to make sure she was safe, and that was what he was going to do. Bill pulled her body closer to his and covered them both with another blanket so they could get some rest. Bill would have to be in CIC in the morning and Laura would have more rest to do tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed so far away right now.
"Just stay with me." Laura whispered in reply. Her voice had gone lax with sleep as she tried to fight to stay awake. Every second that past her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She wanted to stay awake and made sure that this was not another dream, that Bill was still with her. 'Bill will always be wit you.' A small voice spoke from within Laura's mind. It was the part of her that still had hope and believed that everything would work out. But right now the only thing that mattered to Laura was Bill's survival. This time when her eyes fell shut Laura allowed sleep to claim her. This time no dreams came to haunt her. Bill's arms kept the nightmares at bay and allowed Laura to rest.
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Great post... lol... Cavil could never shoot Adama... he doesn't have the balls for it. The old man would own Cavil up and down the block, and then steal his lunch money.
Laura sat on the edge of Bill's rack toweling her hair dry. When she had been under the spray of the water a few more clumps of her hair had fallen out. Laura knew that it was because of the Diloxan but it still made her sad. She had slid down the wall and just let the water pummel her head while stared at the hair. Through the veil of water Laura could see her red hair on the tile in front of her feet. Bill had left for CIC and she decided to use his shower for nothing else than easing the ache in her muscles. Faster than she thought the water turned cold driving her from the shower. Laura dressed quickly and wrapped a towel around her hair.
She pulled her wet hair over one shoulder and squeezed out the water with the towel. Laura dropped the towel and there was more hair. This was becoming hard to see. Sooner or later she was going to have to cut it off and shave what was less. It was too depressing seeing her hair falling out. Tears stung the back of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Crying would do no good, and it wouldn't make her hair grow back in. This would be small price to pay in the fight to reclaim her life. If she didn't get rid of the cancer she still gave herself prolonged time to go and find Earth. With every jump they were getting closer and closer to their new home, Laura just hoped she was there to see it.
"You ok?"
Laura looked up to see Bill standing in front of her. He had worry in his eyes. She dropped the towel and leaned over resting her elbows on her knees while running her fingers through her hair. Laura knew that more strands fell out. Sitting up Laura looked at her hands and then dropped back onto the mattress. Without looking at Bill Laura dragged a pillow over her face and turned on her side.
"Laura?" Bill asked again.
"No," her voice was muffled by the pillow. she felt the mattress shift as Bill sat down next to her. he took one edge of the pillow and tried to tug it away from her face. Bill smiled a small smile as Laura refused to le go of the pillow.
"Laura i will not fight with you over my pillow." Bill whispered. He was lying next to her. draping one arm over her waist Bill waited. she dropped the pillow from her face and turned her head to look him in the face.
"Maybe I should go ahead and shave it all off. This way I won't have to go through seeing it fall out a clump at a time." Laura stated. she didn't want to do it, but it would have to be done.
"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked gently.
"If I asked you to shave it off, would you?"
"If that's what you want. But I would hate to see you lose all your beautiful red hair."
"It is, but not now. Bill it is falling out." Laura turned her body to face him and curled close to him. Bill pulled her close to him and just held her. His strong President was being beaten by her own body. It hurt him to see it, but Bill could clearly see the defeat starting to take root in her eyes. His Laura was really dying and there was nothing he could do except hold her and be there for her.
She pulled her wet hair over one shoulder and squeezed out the water with the towel. Laura dropped the towel and there was more hair. This was becoming hard to see. Sooner or later she was going to have to cut it off and shave what was less. It was too depressing seeing her hair falling out. Tears stung the back of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Crying would do no good, and it wouldn't make her hair grow back in. This would be small price to pay in the fight to reclaim her life. If she didn't get rid of the cancer she still gave herself prolonged time to go and find Earth. With every jump they were getting closer and closer to their new home, Laura just hoped she was there to see it.
"You ok?"
Laura looked up to see Bill standing in front of her. He had worry in his eyes. She dropped the towel and leaned over resting her elbows on her knees while running her fingers through her hair. Laura knew that more strands fell out. Sitting up Laura looked at her hands and then dropped back onto the mattress. Without looking at Bill Laura dragged a pillow over her face and turned on her side.
"Laura?" Bill asked again.
"No," her voice was muffled by the pillow. she felt the mattress shift as Bill sat down next to her. he took one edge of the pillow and tried to tug it away from her face. Bill smiled a small smile as Laura refused to le go of the pillow.
"Laura i will not fight with you over my pillow." Bill whispered. He was lying next to her. draping one arm over her waist Bill waited. she dropped the pillow from her face and turned her head to look him in the face.
"Maybe I should go ahead and shave it all off. This way I won't have to go through seeing it fall out a clump at a time." Laura stated. she didn't want to do it, but it would have to be done.
"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked gently.
"If I asked you to shave it off, would you?"
"If that's what you want. But I would hate to see you lose all your beautiful red hair."
"It is, but not now. Bill it is falling out." Laura turned her body to face him and curled close to him. Bill pulled her close to him and just held her. His strong President was being beaten by her own body. It hurt him to see it, but Bill could clearly see the defeat starting to take root in her eyes. His Laura was really dying and there was nothing he could do except hold her and be there for her.
Well, that was pretty sad... 
Nice work. Remember, I also think you should try posting some of your Picard/Crusher fic here, as well... maybe once some Trek stuff is posted, more people will come to the thread, and read the BSG stuff as well, and post more feedback.
Nice work. Remember, I also think you should try posting some of your Picard/Crusher fic here, as well... maybe once some Trek stuff is posted, more people will come to the thread, and read the BSG stuff as well, and post more feedback.
Here's another. Enjoy. This one was inspired by the rain while I was walking to Wal-Mart.
Laura had been waiting for two hours for Bill to come down to New Caprica so he could spend the day with her. It had been one of those rare days that the sun was out and it looked almost habitable. 'What was taking him so long?' Laura thought as she lay out on the grass watching the clouds. Something must have come up on Galactica that would make him be late. 'Guess this is how Bill felt when I was late to one of our meetings.' The thought passed through her mind as she watched the clouds move lazily through the sky. The sun warmed her and she soon found herself falling into a light slumber under the spring sky.
Some time later Laura was jolted out of her slumber by a light gentle rain. Laura quickly got up and headed back to the city. She had gone some distance from Tent City; to the stream she was telling Bill about. It was where she wanted to build a cabin some day. The rain was fall steadily and Laura knew that when she reached her tent she would be soaked to the bone. It would be a good idea to get out of her wet clothes and wrap up in a nice warm blanket while they dried. As she walked the water soaked through to her skin and dripped into her boots. Every step she took sloshed with the water cascading over her. It was like she was under a waterfall every time she took a step. And here she thought it would be a nice day.
As she stepped through the flap of her tent Laura felt ten times better because there was Bill Adama. He stood there smiling as he usually did when he saw her. Bill gave her the once over and smiled even wider.
"Laura, why do you look like a drowned rat?"
"This is all your fault." Laura stated and tossed her wet boots at him.
"How so?" Bill asked and moved when one of Laura's socks sailed over his shoulder.
"Well if you must know. If you hadn't been two hours late I wouldn't fallen asleep by the stream and I wouldn't have gotten wet." Laura replied and tossed her other wet sock at him.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Baltar was more long winded that usual." Bill said and took a step towards her. Laura turned standing in her bare feet and she couldn't help but smile at him. Walking over to him she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her where the rain water soaked through the front of his uniform jacket.
Bill still held her not worrying about the water. It just felt good to be near her again. It had been three months since that last time he had seen her and it did his heart good to be with her now. Laura pulled back and smiled again.
"Do I really look like a drowned rat?" She asked and ran her hands through her hair.
"Not so much now as when you walked through that tent flap." Bill replied and chuckled when Laura punched his arm.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked?" Laura sighed and sat down. She started to shiver. Bill grabbed the blanket from her bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
This was something he missed about her. Sometimes he would wake up and for a few seconds in the morning he would wonder when he would sit across from Laura and talking about the fleet. Then the fog would clear and he remembered that he orbited a miserable planet that rained too much. On the rare day that it was actually nice he was stuck in conference with a miserable little weasel that had no business being his President. No, Laura would always be his President and no one would change that.
"Laura, you should change clothes and get under the covers. I'll wait outside." Bill said and walked out of the tent to wait.
Laura watched him go and set out to change her clothes and crawl into the somewhat warm cot. Once she was under the covers she settled back and comfortable did she call Bill back. He came in and looked as wet as she had been.
"No who’s the drowned rat?" Laura laughed as Bill shook his head sending some of the rain water flying.
"Yeah yeah." Bill said and moved one of the folding chairs closer to her cot.
"This is familiar." Laura commented and snuggled under the covers. the last time he had sat at her bed side she had been dying and Bill said she didn't look like a blond.
"You look tired. Maybe I should go and let you rest." Bill said.
"Don't you dare leave. I haven't seen you in three months." Laura replied and covered up a yawn.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Sit there and talk about anything."
Laura and Bill talked about everything and everything. She eventually started to yawn after every other word. Bill smiled and eventually had to tear himself away her as she succumbed to sleep again. One last look to her Bill counted the months until he could see her again and this time he wouldn't be late.
Laura had been waiting for two hours for Bill to come down to New Caprica so he could spend the day with her. It had been one of those rare days that the sun was out and it looked almost habitable. 'What was taking him so long?' Laura thought as she lay out on the grass watching the clouds. Something must have come up on Galactica that would make him be late. 'Guess this is how Bill felt when I was late to one of our meetings.' The thought passed through her mind as she watched the clouds move lazily through the sky. The sun warmed her and she soon found herself falling into a light slumber under the spring sky.
Some time later Laura was jolted out of her slumber by a light gentle rain. Laura quickly got up and headed back to the city. She had gone some distance from Tent City; to the stream she was telling Bill about. It was where she wanted to build a cabin some day. The rain was fall steadily and Laura knew that when she reached her tent she would be soaked to the bone. It would be a good idea to get out of her wet clothes and wrap up in a nice warm blanket while they dried. As she walked the water soaked through to her skin and dripped into her boots. Every step she took sloshed with the water cascading over her. It was like she was under a waterfall every time she took a step. And here she thought it would be a nice day.
As she stepped through the flap of her tent Laura felt ten times better because there was Bill Adama. He stood there smiling as he usually did when he saw her. Bill gave her the once over and smiled even wider.
"Laura, why do you look like a drowned rat?"
"This is all your fault." Laura stated and tossed her wet boots at him.
"How so?" Bill asked and moved when one of Laura's socks sailed over his shoulder.
"Well if you must know. If you hadn't been two hours late I wouldn't fallen asleep by the stream and I wouldn't have gotten wet." Laura replied and tossed her other wet sock at him.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Baltar was more long winded that usual." Bill said and took a step towards her. Laura turned standing in her bare feet and she couldn't help but smile at him. Walking over to him she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her where the rain water soaked through the front of his uniform jacket.
Bill still held her not worrying about the water. It just felt good to be near her again. It had been three months since that last time he had seen her and it did his heart good to be with her now. Laura pulled back and smiled again.
"Do I really look like a drowned rat?" She asked and ran her hands through her hair.
"Not so much now as when you walked through that tent flap." Bill replied and chuckled when Laura punched his arm.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked?" Laura sighed and sat down. She started to shiver. Bill grabbed the blanket from her bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
This was something he missed about her. Sometimes he would wake up and for a few seconds in the morning he would wonder when he would sit across from Laura and talking about the fleet. Then the fog would clear and he remembered that he orbited a miserable planet that rained too much. On the rare day that it was actually nice he was stuck in conference with a miserable little weasel that had no business being his President. No, Laura would always be his President and no one would change that.
"Laura, you should change clothes and get under the covers. I'll wait outside." Bill said and walked out of the tent to wait.
Laura watched him go and set out to change her clothes and crawl into the somewhat warm cot. Once she was under the covers she settled back and comfortable did she call Bill back. He came in and looked as wet as she had been.
"No who’s the drowned rat?" Laura laughed as Bill shook his head sending some of the rain water flying.
"Yeah yeah." Bill said and moved one of the folding chairs closer to her cot.
"This is familiar." Laura commented and snuggled under the covers. the last time he had sat at her bed side she had been dying and Bill said she didn't look like a blond.
"You look tired. Maybe I should go and let you rest." Bill said.
"Don't you dare leave. I haven't seen you in three months." Laura replied and covered up a yawn.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Sit there and talk about anything."
Laura and Bill talked about everything and everything. She eventually started to yawn after every other word. Bill smiled and eventually had to tear himself away her as she succumbed to sleep again. One last look to her Bill counted the months until he could see her again and this time he wouldn't be late.
Bill sat across form Laura and watched as she cracked her back. the sound made Adama wince and clench his jaw. He had never enjoyed the noise when someone cracked a joint. Saul had used to do the same thing to him in the earlier days of their friendship and Bill nearly punched him for it. That was until he met Ellen and she said that it was a disgusting thing so he stopped because of her.
Crack.
Laura had started popping her knuckles as she continued to read the latest report the Quorum floated her way. She pulled her finger back far enough until the knuckle cracked then she repeated the process with her other fingers. "Laura?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Crack your knuckles." Bill said.
Laura stopped and looked at him, and then a sly smile crossed her face. There were few things that bothered Bill Adama and she didn't think that a little thing like cracking knuckles would do this.
"Does..." Crack. "That..." Crack. "Really..." Crack. "Bother..." Crack. "You?" Crack.
Bill clenched his jaw again and glared at her. If he said yes then she would continue until she had nothing left to crack, for a while anyway. He looked across the table and she was getting ready to start on her left hand.
Before she knew it Bill had reached his hands across the table and covered her with his own.
"It really does bother you doesn't it?" Laura asked. Then she smiled and got up from her chair to stand in front of him. She leaned down ran her hands down his face and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I didn't think you cracked your joints." Bill said when Laura stood straight.
"I don't. Saul put me up to the idea when he met me the last time on the hanger deck." Laura smiled sweetly and quickly put her hands on Adama's shoulders to steady her when a sudden wave of dizziness over came her.
"Laura?" Bill placed his hands on her waist to steady her even more.
"Don't you just hate when you get a head rush?" Laura said and took the only available seat; Bill's lap. She rested her forehead against his and felt calmer than she had in months.
"Comfortable?"
"Yeah."
"You ok now?" Bill asked
"I'll be fine as soon as the vertigo goes away." Laura replied and made no move to get up off his lap or move her head back from his.
"What are you doing?" Bill asked wrapping his arms around her waist more securely.
"Rocking the boat after you said it wouldn't be a good idea." Laura replied.
They sat like that for a while. It was Adama who said that this thing between them wasn't such a good idea to return to since she had become president again. Whatever this thing was between them it had started the day of the attacks and had grown into something more that day he had seen her in the red dress. That night had been bitter sweet he had to leave the next morning. Now she was back to being President and the thing between them could only complicate their working relationship that had just gotten back to normal. Tigh was back to being his XO and Laura. Well he didn't know where she stood. She was his direct superior and the leader of the fleet yet here she was sitting in his lap and Adama was entertaining other kinds of thought that he had had on New Caprica.
He felt her lips on his temple and her fingers unbuttoning the first few buttons of his uniform. This felt so right and so wrong all at the same time.
"Laura?"
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. What Bill saw there was something he never thought he would see ever from Laura Roslin. Fear.
"Our jobs don't come into this room. Here we are just Laura and Bill. Out there the President and Admiral exist, but not here." Her voice was small and held a note of exhaustion.
"Laura if this..." Bill tried but Laura covered his mouth with her hand.
"It will." She whispered. Laura moved off his lap and walked over to his rack leaving clothes in her wake. Against his better judgment Bill followed her.
THE NEXT MORNING
Bill woke to find Laura gone. Her scent still clung to the pillow next to him and to his skin. He should have known...
"I hope you don't mind but I borrowed your shower." Laura said toweling her hair. Bill looked at her and his mouth hung open. Relief flooded his system at the sight of her.
"I thought you had left." Bill whispered. Laura sat on the edge of the rack and threw the damp towel at his face. When he removed it he saw that she was frowning at him.
"Why would you think that?" She asked and poked him in the chest for good measure.
"I woke up and you were gone. Then I thought..."
"I'm not leaving. Where would I go? Honestly there is no where in the fleet that I could hide from you." She joked and smiled slightly. "You may want to get a shower because we slept a lot later than we should have."
Bill looked over at the clock and for once he didn't care. Lacing his fingers behind his head he lounged back against the pillows. Laura curled into his side and relaxed. She could still smell him on her skin despite the shower she just had. It was a scent that should never be able to wash off and she didn't want to. They laid together and allowed sleep to claim them again. Whether anyone came looking for them it didn't matter because the President and Admiral were not on duty. It was Laura and Bill who was in the Admirals quarters just being together.
Crack.
Laura had started popping her knuckles as she continued to read the latest report the Quorum floated her way. She pulled her finger back far enough until the knuckle cracked then she repeated the process with her other fingers. "Laura?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Crack your knuckles." Bill said.
Laura stopped and looked at him, and then a sly smile crossed her face. There were few things that bothered Bill Adama and she didn't think that a little thing like cracking knuckles would do this.
"Does..." Crack. "That..." Crack. "Really..." Crack. "Bother..." Crack. "You?" Crack.
Bill clenched his jaw again and glared at her. If he said yes then she would continue until she had nothing left to crack, for a while anyway. He looked across the table and she was getting ready to start on her left hand.
Before she knew it Bill had reached his hands across the table and covered her with his own.
"It really does bother you doesn't it?" Laura asked. Then she smiled and got up from her chair to stand in front of him. She leaned down ran her hands down his face and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I didn't think you cracked your joints." Bill said when Laura stood straight.
"I don't. Saul put me up to the idea when he met me the last time on the hanger deck." Laura smiled sweetly and quickly put her hands on Adama's shoulders to steady her when a sudden wave of dizziness over came her.
"Laura?" Bill placed his hands on her waist to steady her even more.
"Don't you just hate when you get a head rush?" Laura said and took the only available seat; Bill's lap. She rested her forehead against his and felt calmer than she had in months.
"Comfortable?"
"Yeah."
"You ok now?" Bill asked
"I'll be fine as soon as the vertigo goes away." Laura replied and made no move to get up off his lap or move her head back from his.
"What are you doing?" Bill asked wrapping his arms around her waist more securely.
"Rocking the boat after you said it wouldn't be a good idea." Laura replied.
They sat like that for a while. It was Adama who said that this thing between them wasn't such a good idea to return to since she had become president again. Whatever this thing was between them it had started the day of the attacks and had grown into something more that day he had seen her in the red dress. That night had been bitter sweet he had to leave the next morning. Now she was back to being President and the thing between them could only complicate their working relationship that had just gotten back to normal. Tigh was back to being his XO and Laura. Well he didn't know where she stood. She was his direct superior and the leader of the fleet yet here she was sitting in his lap and Adama was entertaining other kinds of thought that he had had on New Caprica.
He felt her lips on his temple and her fingers unbuttoning the first few buttons of his uniform. This felt so right and so wrong all at the same time.
"Laura?"
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. What Bill saw there was something he never thought he would see ever from Laura Roslin. Fear.
"Our jobs don't come into this room. Here we are just Laura and Bill. Out there the President and Admiral exist, but not here." Her voice was small and held a note of exhaustion.
"Laura if this..." Bill tried but Laura covered his mouth with her hand.
"It will." She whispered. Laura moved off his lap and walked over to his rack leaving clothes in her wake. Against his better judgment Bill followed her.
THE NEXT MORNING
Bill woke to find Laura gone. Her scent still clung to the pillow next to him and to his skin. He should have known...
"I hope you don't mind but I borrowed your shower." Laura said toweling her hair. Bill looked at her and his mouth hung open. Relief flooded his system at the sight of her.
"I thought you had left." Bill whispered. Laura sat on the edge of the rack and threw the damp towel at his face. When he removed it he saw that she was frowning at him.
"Why would you think that?" She asked and poked him in the chest for good measure.
"I woke up and you were gone. Then I thought..."
"I'm not leaving. Where would I go? Honestly there is no where in the fleet that I could hide from you." She joked and smiled slightly. "You may want to get a shower because we slept a lot later than we should have."
Bill looked over at the clock and for once he didn't care. Lacing his fingers behind his head he lounged back against the pillows. Laura curled into his side and relaxed. She could still smell him on her skin despite the shower she just had. It was a scent that should never be able to wash off and she didn't want to. They laid together and allowed sleep to claim them again. Whether anyone came looking for them it didn't matter because the President and Admiral were not on duty. It was Laura and Bill who was in the Admirals quarters just being together.
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