A long Night....Laura.


Laura looked into his eyes as she peeled the layered undershirt over his head. "Do you trust me?" She asked. He just nodded. She lay her head on his bare shoulder, her face against his strong corded neck. She kissed him gently behind the ear, and ran her lips and tongue down the cords of his neck to the V of his collar bones, then back up, grazing her teeth along them as she went. She nipped the lobe of his ear and sat up. She looked down at the broad sculpted expanse of his chest, his nipples hard buds against the firm muscles. The curves of age just adding to the beauty she saw.

She couldn't resist, she took one of those firm buds into her mouth and sucked, then nipped, just to the edge of pain before working her way down his chest. She raked her nails down behind her head as she worked her way down, stopping at those red, puckered scars that had nearly cost him his life, and worshiping them with her mouth. She licked and kissed her way down to the waistband of his sweatpants. She looked up at his flushed face, then threw her head back and then forward, throwing a cascade of chestnut hair over his chest as she grabbed the tie of his pants in her teeth. She began working the knot with her teeth, the tip of his erection rubbing against her chin as she worked the knot. The tie slipped free and her hands gripped the sides of his pants, slipping them down over the ridge of his pelvic bone and exp......

KNOCK KNOCK

She snapped out of her fantasy, quickly moving her hands to less arousing parts of her body and composing herself.

"Madam President," Billy called through the curtain. "are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Billy." She said, even to herself her voice sounded shaky.

"Are you sure, I heard noises." He sounded concerned.

"Just a twinge, but I am fine." She said.

"There is a call for you, from Commander Adama." He said.

FRAK she thought, that is the last thing I need right now. "I will take it in here."
She waited for the light on her private comset to show the call connected. She picked it up. "Commander."

"Madam President. We picked up DRADIS contacts, I am afraid it is a basestar, I am asking your pilot to bring Colonial One into the starboard landing bay." His voice was firm but soft in her ear. So much between them and his voice could almost bring her to the point her own hands hadn't been able to. She trembled in her nightgown.

"Do you really feel that is necessary, Commander? Won't you need the landing bay for Vipers?"

"It is a precautionary measure, the Vipers are still landing on the port side." DAMN the man, why does he have to have such a sexy voice.

"I really don't think it is necessary if we are just going to execute a jump to get away, which is what I recommend."

"Madam President, your ship's FTL drive is down, we are hoping it is a shadow on the DRADIS but if not we want to be able to jump, and we won't leave Colonial One here."

She pursed her lips. "Very well, Commander." She looked at the chrono on her desk across the room. "Shall I meet you in your office, or in the tactics room?"

"Neither, one of us should get some sleep. If it is nothing, we can all rest, if we have to jump, I can call and wake you."

"I can't sleep anyway, and I have an early appointment with Doctor Cottle."

"That is your decision then." The phone went dead. DAMN the man, he was so annoying, aggravating, arrogant and now sexually frustrating too.

She pulled the gown over her head and began to dress. Her black suit jacket was clean, but the pants had a huge rip in one leg from a piece of metal that had been protruding from the cot in the brig. She still hadn't gotten around to mending them. The skirt to that suit had shrunk in the ship's laundry and was now little better than a cleaning rag. She looked over at the jeans she had borrowed from Duella. Well they were better than nothing. She slipped into her white draped necked blouse, the jeans and black jacket. A strange impulse grabbed her and she left the jacket open and left the belt on the bed. Without the jacket to support it the blouse opened as low as the V in the black knit shirt had been. If he wanted and eye full she would give him one

 

A Long Night...William


A/R well not exactly pairing.


He looked down at her face, framed by her long chestnut hair. Her face was flushed as he slipped the black shirt up her sides. His hands traced their calloused fingertips up the sensitive skin of her ribs and stopped just short of the underside of her breasts. "Do you trust me?" He asked. She just nodded, smiling that enigmatic smile of hers. He stretched the knit of the shirt up and over her breasts and she lifted herself up as he slid it over her head. He looked down at her flushed pale skin. Her nipples were hard choral nubs in the center of her breasts. He couldn't stop himself, he leaned down and took one of them in his mouth.

His hands traced their way back down her sides and across her abdomen to the button of her jeans. He popped the button free of it's hole and began to unzip them. He sat back up and looked at her, her torso bare to his raking eyes and just the tips of her pelvic bones visible in the V of the open jeans. He ran his hands and lips up her belly across the lower ridge of her ribcage and licked along the underside of her breasts. One of his hands traced the palm of one hand and he stroked her side with the other. He felt her shudder as he took her nipple back into his mouth and began to suck. He caressed his hands back to the top of her jeans and began to slip them down her hips, she lifted her hips to help him and ......


"Commander to CIC, Commander to CIC. DRADIS contact." Dee's voice cut through the air in his room. He looked down at his lap. DAMN he was going to have to hit the shower before going to CIC. He picked up the comset next to his desk.

"Dee, I am not dressed. Is it the cylons?"

"Unknown Sir, they are still staying outside our scanning range."

"Then I have time for a quick shower." He hung up the set.

He stood naked in the cold water, watching as it streamed and rippled down his torso past the puckered scars from the wounds and surgeries to save his life and around the erection the fantasy had caused. Fantasy nothing. He had been dealing with this every time he remembered her in that outfit. WHAT had possessed the damnable woman to wear something like that. He thanked the gods he had been in his sweats, no woman in her right mind would find those attractive. The cold water began to have it's normal effect as he slowly became more presentable. He climbed out of the shower and toweled off.

She had said she had an appointment with Doctor Cottle this morning. She still hadn't told him exactly why she was seeing the doctor. He was going to have to force that issue he was afraid. He pulled on his uniform pants. Damn the woman he knew something was seriously wrong, but she wouldn't trust him enough to tell him. HELL she trusted him enough to give him an eyeful of cleavage on sports day but not to tell him why she was seeing a doctor.

He yanked his jacket on over his layered undershirts. Ok, so he had thrown her in the brig. Tried to force her to resign her office, confined her to quarters while he had recovered from the gun shot wounds. But they had gotten past all that, or at least he thought they had. They were working together again, not as well as before but at least working TOGETHER not against each other. He thought of her as his other half, the other parent for this whole damnable mess they were in, running from the cylons, trying to find a way to keep the human race alive. Why did she have to show him she was a woman?

He pulled the zip ties on his combat boots. "Get a grip, William." he said to himself as he felt his erection trying to stir to life again. "You are too old for this."
He opened the hatch to his quarters and headed toward CIC. Walking down the hall toward him was none other than the cause of his discomfort.

"Commander." She smiled that smile at him.

"Madam President." He pointed her in the direction of CIC. She was wearing those darn jeans again, and damn but she had a nice ass.

"We had another DRADIS contact with the pursuing ship." he said as he guided her toward CIC.

"Yes, I know." She looked back over her shoulder "I think we should jump. IF it is the Cylons, then we can escape, if it ISN'T we are in no condition to try to deal with anything unknown at this time."

"I am planning on ordering the jump, but I want to see what the contact looked like."

"Commander on the Deck." the marine at the entrance to CIC called. Colonel Tigh looked at Ms. Roslyn in shock.

"As you were Colonel." Bill said

"Yes sir." He went back to studying the tactics table.

The president turned around and suddenly he noticed exactly what had shocked his XO. The blouse she was wearing under her conservative black jacket showed as much if not more than the black knit top had.

EYES up BILL. He told himself. Damnable woman. He was just glad he was standing at the DRADIS station, which would give him time to try to get his reaction to that sight back to a somewhat normal appearance. He had not had reactions like this since he was a teenager. What was happening to him?

"Mr. Gaeta, plot a Jump and transmit the coordinates to all the ships of the fleet. Lets leave this ghost behind. Colonial One will remain on board Galactica until after the Jump."

"Commander, if you have time, may I have a private word in your office." She looked a little paler than usual.

"Certainly, after the jump."

They stood there, waited for the countdown and that gut wrenching feeling just before the world goes black,

"Jump in 5... 4... 3....2.....JUMP."

 

Resolutions

By Leonaria

A/R pairing.......DEFINITLY.

The jump completed, Laura walked down the corridor to Adama's office. He was walking right behind her, silently. He had been acting a little strangely all morning.

She was not looking forward to this meeting. She was going to have to ask for his help, and offer some explanations she had been avoiding. If it was for the fleet or for humanity she had no problem asking, no demanding his assistance, but this was personal.

*******

He walked along behind her, trying very hard not to notice the curve of her backside in those tight jeans. Why couldn't he get his mind off sex, especially around her? He wasn't a teenager, he needed to gain control before he sat her down and demanded why she was seeing the doctor, especially since he would be facing her, and in that jacket and blouse this conversation was going to be hard enough to concentrate on.

She opened the door to his office and stepped over the lip, causing those jeans to hug her curves just a little too tightly for his good. Now his pants were getting tight, and not in the back. He walked behind her and straight to his desk and sat down.

"What can I help you with, Madam President?" He asked, trying not to sound breathless, and trying to concentrate on her face not her chest as she paced across the room.

"Doctor Cottle would like me to move permanently to Galactica, so that I can be close to the medical facilities here." She turned and looked him in the eyes.

*******

Gods I hope he doesn't ask. Please don't let him ask why. She thought as she looked into those blue eyes behind his glasses. He reached up and pulled them off his face and set them on the desk.

"I am going to need more than Doctor Cottle's request. Madam President you have been keeping secrets. If they effect my ship, and the fleet, enough to require you to be close to medical facilities than I have a right to know."

"I don't have allergies."

"I guessed that."

"I have a serious illness."
"We are two for two."

"I have cancer and need to be close to the medical facilities for treatments." There she had said it. He didn't need to know what kind of cancer.

*******

"Cancer" He was not surprised. He had expected something along this line when she had started all the medical appointments right after the attack. "What is the prognosis?"

"The doctor has given me five to seven months. He wants to try some more invasive radiation treatments to try to give me more time."

He sat there in shock. Five to seven MONTHS. Cancer he had expected, Terminal cancer he had not. Not that aggressive. He remembered his mother's battles with cancer, remembered when they had started counting her life in months. He looked down at his hands and realized they were clenched in fists. He looked up at her and caught himself stopping at her cleavage. DAMN the woman was dying and he still wanted to drag her to the couch. He pushed himself back from the desk and stood up.

"Your quarters here on Galactica are available and ready for you to use any time. Will you need any more security or will you use your own men.?"

"Thank you, Commander. I will use my own men to see to my security. You need all of yours." She turned from away from him and started walking to the door. He stepped around and grabbed her arm as she passed the end of the desk.

"No more secrets, Madam President."

"It was Need to Know information, I didn't think you needed to know." She looked up at him, strands of her chestnut hair falling across her face. He reached up with the other hand and wound it into the back of her hair.

"Like hell I didn't." he said as he brought his mouth down on hers. She brought her hands up to push against his chest, then slipped them around his back and leaned into him.

*******

She pushed against him as he kissed her, her hands pushing hard and then she noticed the chain around his neck and under her fingertips. The tags that meant he put his life on the line every day. Who knew if either one of them would live through the next cylon attack? She felt the warmth spreading through her body, a warmth she had not allowed herself except in the very private moments in her own mind. To HELL with responsibly. She was taking this moment for herself. She slipped her hands around to his back and pulled him closer.

********

He kissed her in a daze, not even really aware of what his hands were doing. He pulled back and looked at her passion fogged eyes. He looked down and realized that both of their jackets were on the floor, her blouse was open and her hands were under his undershirts, stroking the scars from the shooting.

"Laura," he breathed her name against her lips. "this isn't the time or the place for this." His hands were still tangled in her hair.

She pulled back and looked at him. "What do you suggest?" She smiled that smile that drove him insane. He gently untangled his hands and caressed down her bare arms, brushing against the side of her breasts as he did. She flinched.

"Breast cancer." He said.

"Yes." he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"My suggestion is dinner, my quarters, and plan to stay the night."

"Counter offer, my quarters, skip dinner, and you wake up in your own bed. We don't want gossip." She looked up at him, mischief in her eyes.

"Counter to your counter. Your quarters, I bring dinner, and damn the gossip."

"Done"

"Done"

They stepped apart and reached down for their jackets. She buttoned her blouse, and slipped on her jacket while he watched. He slipped his on, and she reached over and buttoned the buttons. He reached out and opened the office door.

"Until later, Madam President."

"Until later, Commander." she turned and walked toward her quest quarters.

 

Complications

A/R pairing

She stood in the middle of her guest quarters wondering if there was anything she could do to make them more appealing for this meeting. Meeting, hell rendezvous she had to be honest. She had every intention of driving the man insane.

"Madam President, Mr Zarak is requesting a meeting." Billy said as he came through the door. He stopped in shock. There were candles laying around just waiting to be lit, the table was set for two, she had put curtains up across the arch to the sleeping area. "Might I suggest one of the meeting rooms, this doesn't seem appropriate."

"What does Zarak want now."

"He didn't say, but he did say it was quorum business and if he needed to he would bring other representatives with him. He seemed disturbed, but when isn't he?" Billy was still looking around the room. "Are you expecting company?"

"No...What makes you think that. I just decided that if I am going to be here a while I would try to make it more homey."

"Who are you planning on having for dinner?"

"What is with the third degree?" Laura laughed. "

"I am just worried about you. You have been strange the last day or so." Billy looked so puzzled it was cute.

"I am fine. I am just not looking forward to these new treatments, and am trying to relax a bit before they start."

"About Zarak..." Billy started.

"Yes about Zarak..." Tom Zarak stood in the doorway of her room. With him were the delegates from Virgon and Areion.

"Mr. Zarak, I had planned on having this meeting in one of the conference rooms, not in my private quarters." She tried to force them out into the corridor.

"Well there is no need to move now, we are all here, unless you are expecting company."

"Not at all." Laura sat down on one of the couches. "Have a seat gentlemen. What brings you to Galactica?"

"We are concerned about the fact that Colonial One is sitting in a landing bay, not flying under it's own power." Zarak looked less than concerned.

"Our FTL drive is out, we are just hitching a ride with Galactica until it is fixed." Laura smiled her disarming political smile.

"We understand you have requested quarters on Galactica for a long term stay." The Virgonian delegate looked like he had swallowed a sour lemon.

"Yes, I am undergoing some medical treatments and the doctor wants me closer to the medical facilities here. It is nothing to be concerned about. Just some allergy treatments."

"Madam President, forgive me for saying this but after the last attempt at overthrowing the government, the last place we would expect you to be is in bed with the military." Zarak said. "There are medical facilities on the Rising Star, wouldn't that be a more appropriate place if you are undergoing treatments."

"No." She looked him in the eye. "I requested the move to Galactica based on my doctor's recommendation. I am not being held against my will, I can leave at any time. My ship is undergoing repairs, however until these treatments are concluded, Colonial One and all of her passengers will remain on Galactica. If there is nothing else, this meeting is concluded." She stood up, and held her hand toward the door.

"Madam President, the Quorum would like you to have someone with you at all times, at least until we are certain that this is not another attempt at a coup."

"Gentlemen, Billy is with me or at least in the next room at all times. If you have any questions, please contact him." She almost pushed Zarak out the door. "Thank you for your concern. I can assure you I am not 'in bed with the military" Not yet anyway. " Now please, I need some rest, it has been a long two days and I didn't get much sleep last night. I do appreciate your concern, and if you would like I will send Vice President Baltar over to Cloud Nine for the interim so that we are not both on the same ship."

That suggestion seemed to placate the delegates, although Zarak still looked suspicious. They walked down the corridor, muttering to each other as they went.

"Billy would you ask Dr. Baltar if he would mind spending some time on Cloud Nine, and then take the evening off. I am going to rest this evening and do not wish to be disturbed." She walked back into her quarters. "Oh by the way if you see Commander Adama....never mind I will call him myself."

Billy looked at the door after she closed it for a few seconds. Something was going on.


*******

"Commander, DRADIS contact is back." Gaeta looked concerned. "It doesn't match any prior contact signature."

"Is it approaching?"

"No sir, it is staying just at the edge of our range."

"Scramble a recon sweep, two vipers. Have them go out there and see what it is. Plot another jump and be prepared, if it is hostile I want to get the fleet out of here."

"CIC to CAG, scramble a recon, two vipers. Orders are to scout DRADIS contact and report back...repeat Scout contact and report." Dee said into the communications unit. Billy walked into CIC at just that moment. He walked over to Dee's station.

"Are you doing anything tonight." he whispered.

"I am a little busy at the moment." She whispered back.

"I was just wondering, the President gave me the evening off." He smiled.

"If I can, I will meet you in the observation deck." She smiled at him.

"hrrrmphhh" Col Tigh walked over.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Sorry, Sir"

Billy walked over to the Commander. "Sir, the President seemed to want to tell you something but said she would call you."

"Thank you. Please if you would ask her to come to CIC, the DRADIS contact is back." He turned back to the DRADIS display. Just then Dee called across the room. "Sir, President Roslyn to speak to you."

He picked up the comset. "Yes Madam President."

Tigh looked over at Adama, and he could swear he was blushing. He picked up his headset. "...dinner. Black shirt or white blouse your choice."

"Black. Madam, you are aware this is not a secure channel."

"FRAK......"

Tigh was still picking up his jaw from the floor when Adama turned around.
"Colonel" Adama looked at his old friend.

"Just checking on the vipers sir." Tigh had no idea what was going on, but he knew better than to pry.

"Galactica this is Starbuck. There is nothing out here. I am getting no contact on my scanner. Repeat no contact."

"Mr Geata. Is the contact still on DRADIS."

"Yes sir, I don't understand this."

"Run a diagnostic on the DRADIS. Dee bring the Vipers home. I want a two man patrol in that sector just in case. Let me know what the diagnostic shows. I am going to the gym and then to dinner. I would prefer not to be disturbed this evening."

He turned and walked out of the CIC.

*********

What the hell was that woman thinking, he thought to himself as he walked back to his quarters. She wanted him in his gym clothes for dinner tonight. He was confused, but then again she tended to do that to him. He had planned a nice dinner and a nicer desert, but she seemed to want something else. Either he had his signals crossed or she was up to something. And going on like that on a non secure channel. Did she want everyone on the ship to know what they were planning. He walked into his quarters, the dinner he had requested packaged up for transport lay on the table. He had lied to his steward about going to one of the meeting rooms for a dinner meeting with the President so there was enough for two. It would stay hot for a bit. He went into his sleeping area and started to change clothes. He slipped out of his utility grays and into his sweat pants. At least he didn't have to change his undershirt. He wasn't going to really work out anyway, well at least not before dinner, and after he hoped to not be wearing much anyway. He grabbed a towel, and the box from the table and headed out.