A New Life - Chapter Six
Yay - I found this chapter easier than the last so got it done quicker. Go me!! :D
Anywho - enjoy!
This chapter is set before the Exodus from New Caprica
1,911 Words
Rated M
Summary: Bill and Laura move on after sharing their first kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except my shoes, I paid good money for those.
The military had to assist with settling the civilians so Bill had been incredibly busy for the past two weeks, only getting by on two or three hours sleep a night. Realising the pressure he was under Laura had left to go visit Tory where she was staying on the Rising Star, the last ship to be settled due to a lottery system.
She had enjoyed getting to see her former aide again and getting to relax somewhere other than the Galactica and Bill’s quarters. Most people would develop cabin fever being stuck inside the CO quarters of a battlestar for a month, but not Laura. Not when she had Bill coming home at night. She didn’t reveal to Tory the kiss she and the Admiral had shared, let alone that she was the one to initiate it.
She really didn’t know what had gotten into her. In all the relationships in the past she had been flirtatious and made what she wanted known, but never had she put herself out there like that. She had spent countless hours flirting with Richard, with giddy whispers around the office, and occasional touches that lingered slightly longer than appropriate. But he was the one to kiss her first, keeping her back after a meeting to “review the main topics covered”. If main topics covered were her breasts then he reviewed them thoroughly that night.
The two weeks without Bill were torture to her, not being able to ask about his day, listen to him read to her, or even just bask in the comfort she found in his presence. Was it like this for him too? In a selfish way she hoped it was, hoped that she wasn’t the only one to be this helplessly in love that it hurt to be apart.
The raptor that was bringing her home landed smoothly and Laura soon found herself standing on the hanger deck of the great battlestar. Spotting Tigh standing nearby discussing something with the chief, she made her way over to say hello.
“Colonel.” On hearing his title being called Tigh spun around to face her, a genuine smile forming as he recognised her.
“Madame Pres-“ She held up a hand to interrupt him.
“Laura, remember? Our little plan didn’t exactly go quite as intended did it?” Her teasing tone and gentle reminder of his involvement in her bid to steal the election increased the intensity of his smile just a little.
“It’s good to see you, Laura” the name sounded foreign on his tongue, “the old man will be pleased to see you’re back.” Laura blushed at this and Tigh certainly looked like the cat that got the cream when he recognised her coy expression. She gave a small nod as a goodbye and turned to leave when he called her back.
“Laura, if I can call you that, you get to call me Saul. Now don’t let me keep you from the Admiral any longer.”
“Thank you, Saul.”
With that she turned and left, her feet scurrying along at a hurried pace to her destination: home.
X
Something was wrong. There were marines stationed at the end of the corridor and two more marines outside the hatch to the CO’s quarters. They needed everyone on the ground to help the civilians; surely Bill hadn’t assigned himself more security at a time like this! Or worse, assigned them to her. It would be a signature Bill move. The marines studied her as she approached the hatch before stepping in to block her entrance.
“Sorry ma’am, the Admiral is in a meeting and cannot be disturbed.” Laura sighed and ran a hand across her brow in frustration. She was so tired all she wanted to do was curl up on Bill’s couch. Just as she was about to thank the two marines and move on to find somewhere to rest for a while, the hatch swung open.
“See to do it that it’s done Admiral, this must go perfectly.” Gaius Baltar stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed her standing there. Bill stood behind him and Laura was relieved to see a grin flash across his face before he pulled the mask of professionalism back on, still with happiness radiating from his cobalt eyes.
“Laura. How nice to see you!” Gaius pulled Laura into a tight hug, trapping her arms helplessly between their bodies, her travel bag swinging against their knees. When he released her she noticed Bill was having difficulty in not laughing. She tried to scowl at him but failed, admitting the awkwardness of this impromptu meeting was mildly humorous.
“I’ll ensure those matters are taken care of Mister President, Laura come on in.” Bill dismissed him with a wave of his hand as Laura stepped through, and closed the hatch in the shocked face of Gaius Baltar.
Placing her bag on the floor, she turned to face where Bill stood. Her bag had just settled when Bill was closing the distance between them and pulling her into a bruising hug. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist as she grabbed fistfuls of his uniform, trying to pull him closer. His hands slid up her neck to tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp.
All concepts of time and space were lost as they held each other, simply taking comfort in the closeness their embrace allowed. The only sound to be heard was the quick, sharp, breaths coming from the couple.
“I missed you.” Laura couldn’t stand in the silence any longer, needing him to know exactly what she was feeling.
“I missed you too, so much.” His voice broke as he began to place small kisses to her hairline, dragging them lower to her brow, further down to place one reverent kiss on each eyelid, a small peck to the tip of her nose and finally, finally, he captured her lips with as much passion as he could muster.
Laura went weak at the knees with the intensity of his kiss and clung on to him for dear life as she fought to control the waves of passion that threatened to overwhelm her. She could tell she was losing this battle badly if the little hums coming from her were anything to go by. Each sound she made only fuelled Bill’s passion as he increased his assault, almost as if he were searching for the exact source from where the noise originated.
Breaking apart slowly, Bill rested his brow against hers, both breathing heavily. When Laura eventually opened her eyes she noticed Bill’s were clamped firmly shut as if concentrating on something. Smiling at the cute picture he made, Laura brushed a small kiss against his cheek.
“Glad to see you didn’t forget, Admiral.”
They both simultaneously broke into giggles and Laura thought there wasn’t a more beautiful sight then Bill Adama giggling, his face a portrait of pure happiness. She felt pride swell within her knowing she was the cause of this happiness. Bill’s hand found its way to her back and he guided her to sit on the couch.
He poured two glasses of Ambrosia which Laura recognised as the good stuff he kept hidden. Handing her one glass he sank into the seat beside her, angling his body to allow an arm to wrap around her back and rest on her hip. The softness of his touch as he swirled small circles on her hip was in direct contrast to the burning liquid making its way down her throat.
“What did Baltar want?”
“He needs help organising a ceremony when all the civilians are officially off the ship. Apparently as well as crowd control, the military are now party planners.” She smiled at his description of the new duties of his job.
“What’s the ceremony for?”
“To celebrate the successful colonisation of New Caprica. He’s calling it a groundbreaking ceremony.” The smile dropped from her face as she turned his words over in her head. Groundbreaking ceremony, could the man be more loathsome?
“Will you go with me? To the ceremony that is.” His question shouldn’t have surprised her but it did. Laura never wanted to step foot on that frakking planet, let alone attend a ceremony to celebrate both that and Gaius Baltar. But with Bill, it could be made bearable.
“Are you asking me on a date, sir?”
“Yes. Unless your answer is no.” She laughed at his uncertainty and place one of her delicate hands on his knee.
“I’d love to go with you Bill, heck I’ll even find a new dress to wear for it.”
“You don’t need to Laura, you look beautiful in anything.”
The sincerity in his voice made her breath catch in her throat and Laura suddenly found herself fighting those waves of passion once more. Deciding she no longer wanted to fight them she reached for the zip on the jacket Tory had let her borrow. Bill’s eyes never left hers as she pulled the zip down and shrugged the item from her shoulders and let it pool behind her on the couch.
His gaze was questioning, needing to make sure this was what she wanted. Ever the gentleman she thought. Deciding to help convince him, she placed both of their still full glasses on the table and set about unbuttoning his tunic. Fraught with nerves her fingers fumbled trying to get each button through the loop, until larger, but not steadier, hands joined in to help.
“There’s too many of them.” She laughed as they finally rid him of his tunic Laura pulled the tanks from the waistband of his trousers and over his head. Her hands couldn’t help themselves from roaming his broad chest as she drew one finger to trace the line of the scar that almost tore him from them.
Pulling herself back to the present, she glanced up at his face and was surprised to see the raw desire burning from his eyes. Their lips met again, not as hurried as the first kiss but most definitely as passionate. Breaking the kiss he stood up and offered her his hand, guiding them to his rack. They made quick work of the rest of their clothes and soon Laura found herself lying underneath the form of William Adama as he loomed over her with only adoration in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” His question was almost naive. How could they stop now? She could only nod her head in response not able to vocalise that she had never been more certain of anything.
X
It felt like hours later when Bill groaned her name and collapsed on top of her, rolling off to the side almost immediately. Laura loved hearing him call her name like that especially considering how many times he made her scream out his name. He gathered the sheets from where they lay, crumpled at their feet, and pulled them up to cover them. He then snaked a sweat covered arm around her waist and pulled her back to him.
Laura wriggled until she found a comfortable position, his leg tucked in between hers, and his forehead coming to rest against her shoulder, her entire back pressed against his chest. She began to run her free hand in soothing patterns up and down the arm that still lay around her waist, in a bid to lull Bill to sleep.
She heard his breathing even out and soon followed him into slumber.
Anywho - enjoy!
This chapter is set before the Exodus from New Caprica
1,911 Words
Rated M
Summary: Bill and Laura move on after sharing their first kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except my shoes, I paid good money for those.
The military had to assist with settling the civilians so Bill had been incredibly busy for the past two weeks, only getting by on two or three hours sleep a night. Realising the pressure he was under Laura had left to go visit Tory where she was staying on the Rising Star, the last ship to be settled due to a lottery system.
She had enjoyed getting to see her former aide again and getting to relax somewhere other than the Galactica and Bill’s quarters. Most people would develop cabin fever being stuck inside the CO quarters of a battlestar for a month, but not Laura. Not when she had Bill coming home at night. She didn’t reveal to Tory the kiss she and the Admiral had shared, let alone that she was the one to initiate it.
She really didn’t know what had gotten into her. In all the relationships in the past she had been flirtatious and made what she wanted known, but never had she put herself out there like that. She had spent countless hours flirting with Richard, with giddy whispers around the office, and occasional touches that lingered slightly longer than appropriate. But he was the one to kiss her first, keeping her back after a meeting to “review the main topics covered”. If main topics covered were her breasts then he reviewed them thoroughly that night.
The two weeks without Bill were torture to her, not being able to ask about his day, listen to him read to her, or even just bask in the comfort she found in his presence. Was it like this for him too? In a selfish way she hoped it was, hoped that she wasn’t the only one to be this helplessly in love that it hurt to be apart.
The raptor that was bringing her home landed smoothly and Laura soon found herself standing on the hanger deck of the great battlestar. Spotting Tigh standing nearby discussing something with the chief, she made her way over to say hello.
“Colonel.” On hearing his title being called Tigh spun around to face her, a genuine smile forming as he recognised her.
“Madame Pres-“ She held up a hand to interrupt him.
“Laura, remember? Our little plan didn’t exactly go quite as intended did it?” Her teasing tone and gentle reminder of his involvement in her bid to steal the election increased the intensity of his smile just a little.
“It’s good to see you, Laura” the name sounded foreign on his tongue, “the old man will be pleased to see you’re back.” Laura blushed at this and Tigh certainly looked like the cat that got the cream when he recognised her coy expression. She gave a small nod as a goodbye and turned to leave when he called her back.
“Laura, if I can call you that, you get to call me Saul. Now don’t let me keep you from the Admiral any longer.”
“Thank you, Saul.”
With that she turned and left, her feet scurrying along at a hurried pace to her destination: home.
X
Something was wrong. There were marines stationed at the end of the corridor and two more marines outside the hatch to the CO’s quarters. They needed everyone on the ground to help the civilians; surely Bill hadn’t assigned himself more security at a time like this! Or worse, assigned them to her. It would be a signature Bill move. The marines studied her as she approached the hatch before stepping in to block her entrance.
“Sorry ma’am, the Admiral is in a meeting and cannot be disturbed.” Laura sighed and ran a hand across her brow in frustration. She was so tired all she wanted to do was curl up on Bill’s couch. Just as she was about to thank the two marines and move on to find somewhere to rest for a while, the hatch swung open.
“See to do it that it’s done Admiral, this must go perfectly.” Gaius Baltar stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed her standing there. Bill stood behind him and Laura was relieved to see a grin flash across his face before he pulled the mask of professionalism back on, still with happiness radiating from his cobalt eyes.
“Laura. How nice to see you!” Gaius pulled Laura into a tight hug, trapping her arms helplessly between their bodies, her travel bag swinging against their knees. When he released her she noticed Bill was having difficulty in not laughing. She tried to scowl at him but failed, admitting the awkwardness of this impromptu meeting was mildly humorous.
“I’ll ensure those matters are taken care of Mister President, Laura come on in.” Bill dismissed him with a wave of his hand as Laura stepped through, and closed the hatch in the shocked face of Gaius Baltar.
Placing her bag on the floor, she turned to face where Bill stood. Her bag had just settled when Bill was closing the distance between them and pulling her into a bruising hug. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist as she grabbed fistfuls of his uniform, trying to pull him closer. His hands slid up her neck to tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp.
All concepts of time and space were lost as they held each other, simply taking comfort in the closeness their embrace allowed. The only sound to be heard was the quick, sharp, breaths coming from the couple.
“I missed you.” Laura couldn’t stand in the silence any longer, needing him to know exactly what she was feeling.
“I missed you too, so much.” His voice broke as he began to place small kisses to her hairline, dragging them lower to her brow, further down to place one reverent kiss on each eyelid, a small peck to the tip of her nose and finally, finally, he captured her lips with as much passion as he could muster.
Laura went weak at the knees with the intensity of his kiss and clung on to him for dear life as she fought to control the waves of passion that threatened to overwhelm her. She could tell she was losing this battle badly if the little hums coming from her were anything to go by. Each sound she made only fuelled Bill’s passion as he increased his assault, almost as if he were searching for the exact source from where the noise originated.
Breaking apart slowly, Bill rested his brow against hers, both breathing heavily. When Laura eventually opened her eyes she noticed Bill’s were clamped firmly shut as if concentrating on something. Smiling at the cute picture he made, Laura brushed a small kiss against his cheek.
“Glad to see you didn’t forget, Admiral.”
They both simultaneously broke into giggles and Laura thought there wasn’t a more beautiful sight then Bill Adama giggling, his face a portrait of pure happiness. She felt pride swell within her knowing she was the cause of this happiness. Bill’s hand found its way to her back and he guided her to sit on the couch.
He poured two glasses of Ambrosia which Laura recognised as the good stuff he kept hidden. Handing her one glass he sank into the seat beside her, angling his body to allow an arm to wrap around her back and rest on her hip. The softness of his touch as he swirled small circles on her hip was in direct contrast to the burning liquid making its way down her throat.
“What did Baltar want?”
“He needs help organising a ceremony when all the civilians are officially off the ship. Apparently as well as crowd control, the military are now party planners.” She smiled at his description of the new duties of his job.
“What’s the ceremony for?”
“To celebrate the successful colonisation of New Caprica. He’s calling it a groundbreaking ceremony.” The smile dropped from her face as she turned his words over in her head. Groundbreaking ceremony, could the man be more loathsome?
“Will you go with me? To the ceremony that is.” His question shouldn’t have surprised her but it did. Laura never wanted to step foot on that frakking planet, let alone attend a ceremony to celebrate both that and Gaius Baltar. But with Bill, it could be made bearable.
“Are you asking me on a date, sir?”
“Yes. Unless your answer is no.” She laughed at his uncertainty and place one of her delicate hands on his knee.
“I’d love to go with you Bill, heck I’ll even find a new dress to wear for it.”
“You don’t need to Laura, you look beautiful in anything.”
The sincerity in his voice made her breath catch in her throat and Laura suddenly found herself fighting those waves of passion once more. Deciding she no longer wanted to fight them she reached for the zip on the jacket Tory had let her borrow. Bill’s eyes never left hers as she pulled the zip down and shrugged the item from her shoulders and let it pool behind her on the couch.
His gaze was questioning, needing to make sure this was what she wanted. Ever the gentleman she thought. Deciding to help convince him, she placed both of their still full glasses on the table and set about unbuttoning his tunic. Fraught with nerves her fingers fumbled trying to get each button through the loop, until larger, but not steadier, hands joined in to help.
“There’s too many of them.” She laughed as they finally rid him of his tunic Laura pulled the tanks from the waistband of his trousers and over his head. Her hands couldn’t help themselves from roaming his broad chest as she drew one finger to trace the line of the scar that almost tore him from them.
Pulling herself back to the present, she glanced up at his face and was surprised to see the raw desire burning from his eyes. Their lips met again, not as hurried as the first kiss but most definitely as passionate. Breaking the kiss he stood up and offered her his hand, guiding them to his rack. They made quick work of the rest of their clothes and soon Laura found herself lying underneath the form of William Adama as he loomed over her with only adoration in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” His question was almost naive. How could they stop now? She could only nod her head in response not able to vocalise that she had never been more certain of anything.
X
It felt like hours later when Bill groaned her name and collapsed on top of her, rolling off to the side almost immediately. Laura loved hearing him call her name like that especially considering how many times he made her scream out his name. He gathered the sheets from where they lay, crumpled at their feet, and pulled them up to cover them. He then snaked a sweat covered arm around her waist and pulled her back to him.
Laura wriggled until she found a comfortable position, his leg tucked in between hers, and his forehead coming to rest against her shoulder, her entire back pressed against his chest. She began to run her free hand in soothing patterns up and down the arm that still lay around her waist, in a bid to lull Bill to sleep.
She heard his breathing even out and soon followed him into slumber.