Pyramid and Principals (6/6)
Title: Pyramid and Principals
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: K
Summary: Principal Roslin discovers a different side of the Pyramid Coach...
A/N: Thank you bestest, most awesomest beta ever; bsg_aussiegirl
The buzzing of her alarm startled her from her dream. As she clicked the ‘off’ button on her bedside clock, she struggled to recapture those last few moments of bliss she had been living in her mind.
Snuggled in Bill’s arms on a couch in that small cottage at the edge of his land. His broad hands warm as they swept over her bare skin and his breath hot against her neck as he whispered his desire into her ear.
Waking from that dream now she found herself alone in her own bed.
Memories of last night’s argument began to replace those sweet ones of her dream. Bill’s expression as he spoke to her, a mix of pain and disgust, had torn her heart in two.
He had told her how hard it was for him to open up to people. To open his heart like he had to her and she had hurt him. It wasn’t her fault of course. If he had listened to her, then she would be getting ready to visit his house right now.
This would be the first Saturday in weeks that she wasn’t going to his house.
She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat up, dragging her feet over the side to rest on the cold floor. Deciding to take it one step at a time she moved away from the bed and towards the bathroom.
Shower, get dressed, breakfast. Shower, get dressed, breakfast.
She repeated the activities over and over in hope of distracting herself from more worrisome thoughts. Why was this bothering her so much?
She had been in longer relationships that had ended a lot worse than that small fight last night. How had Bill gotten under her skin so fast?
The real problem though, wasn’t how he had gotten there but what to do now that he was there. She cared for him, probably more than she was willing to admit. She mulled over her options as the hot water cascaded over her, soothing her and helping clear her mind.
The phone was ringing when she stepped out of the shower and she nearly slipped and fell in her haste to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Laura, just checking to see if you remembered your date tonight?”
All the sadness she had been feeling suddenly transformed into an all encompassing anger. She gripped the receiver with such force she was afraid the phone would crack in her hand.
“Yes, Marcie, I did remember about the date.”
“Excellent, I’m sure-“
“Marcie, I said I remembered, but I didn’t say I would go.”
“But--“
“I’m already seeing someone.”
Silence greeted her from the other end of the phone and she smirked in triumph.
“It’s no one you know but he makes me very happy. Or at least he made me very happy. You see, he found out I had a date with someone else. A former student no less. A student? Marcie, what were you thinking?”
“I just wanted you to have some fun.” Marcie sniffled.
“I have fun with Bill. Or I used to.” Laura smiled wistfully as she replayed scenes of their courtship over in her mind.
A sigh from her friend brought her back to the present.
“I’m sorry, Laurie. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“Just call Sean and tell him the date is cancelled.”
“I will, I promise. And again I’m so so--“
“And tell Richard Adar I won’t be joining his campaign.”
A sharp exhale indicated that Marcie would fight her on that, but Laura interrupted her once more.
“I mean it. I love my job, I love my school, and I lo--“
Laura stopped herself in time. The first time she admitted this out loud wasn’t going to be to Marcie Taylor. But she knew exactly who she wanted to hear it.
“Marcie I have to go. I’ll call you next week sometime.”
She hung up the phone without giving her friend a chance to reply and scurried to her wardrobe, grabbing the first items of clothing she could find.
She knew what she had to do. She just hoped it would be enough.
***
The rain pelted the window as her car turned onto the now familiar long driveway. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She navigated around another bend when she was forced to abruptly slam on the brakes.
Two oversized wrought iron gates greeted her where there once was an open road. He was literally locking her out. Laura was determined to make him hear her out and colossal iron gates, brick walls or wild horses weren’t going to stop her from talking to him.
She abandoned the car, somehow remembering to switch the engine off, and stared straight up at her obstacle. With a sigh she pulled her sleeves up and hoisted herself onto the slippery gate.
The climb up was steady, with only one or two near slips thanks to the raindrops pouring down on top of her. The real problem occurred when she reached the top; she had no idea how to get down. It was too far to jump and the slippery nature of the gate made it more difficult to descend.
She had managed to make it halfway down when her foot missed the section she was aiming to stand on. The bars became too wet to hold onto and she tumbled to the ground. The force with which she hit caused her to groan loudly.
“Laura!”
His voice calling her distracted her from the pain she felt in her side. She rolled over onto her back, trying to see where he was calling her from. All of a sudden one of the garden hedges rustled and Bill emerged from it, knocking branches and leaves out of his way.
“Bill,” Laura whimpered, clutching at her side as she felt an aching pain stab through her.
“Laura what did you think you were doing? You could have killed yourself.”
His arms wrapped around her, lifting her to a standing position before they roamed her body checking for where she could be hurt.
Laura couldn’t focus on the pain anymore. All she felt was the softness of his hands as he caressed her rain soaked form, and all she could see was how handsome he looked with rain dripping from the curls of his salt and pepper hair.
“Bill.” This time her voice was more a whisper than whimper but it still caused his gaze to catch hers, concerning burning from his striking eyes.
“I didn’t organise that date--“
“Laura, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” His gaze returned to her side and he gasped when he saw the extent of her injury.
“Gods Laura, you’re bleeding. Come on, lets get you inside.“
“No!” She used her most authoritative voice making him look her in the eye once more.
“I want you to hear this Bill.”
She waited for his nod before continuing. “My friend Marcie, she has been trying to get me out of the house more ever since the...accident. She even tried to get me to join Richard Adar’s Mayoral campaign.
“She was the one who set me up with Sean. And to top it all off she only told me last night. Bill you have to believe me, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t do that to you. Please...”
“Shhh Laura it’s okay, I believe you.”
She almost cried at hearing his words and the look in his eyes. It was the same soft, caring expression she had come to adore lately.
“I told her to cancel the date. And to forget about the job offer. I don’t want any other job but mine. I don’t want to work anywhere but my school. And I don’t want anyone else but you.”
He wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly. She ignored the pain that ignited as he embraced her and instead hugged him back just as tightly, one arm clinging to his waist as the other wrapped around his neck.
She nuzzled into his neck, trying to inhale his scent over the damp rain smell that overpowered everything else. When she heard him sigh in contentment, she felt emotion overwhelm her.
“I love you,” she whispered against his neck.
She could feel his eyelashes against her cheek as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He pulled back from the embrace and she smiled through her tears. He didn’t reply, simply leaned forward and kissed her with all the emotion they shared.
He didn’t need to say it back. He told her that he had wanted her for a long time. He was probably sick of waiting for her to realise how good they could be together.
She could almost hear him whispering “about time” as he placed a gentle kiss to her hair.
“Come on inside. You’re soaking and we need to get a bandage on that cut.”
She let him lead her up to the house, happily snuggled into his side as he wrapped one arm around her waist. In the kitchen he tended to her in silence, occasionally stopping to place a gentle kiss against the wounded skin.
Gods she loved this man.
“There that should do it.” He announced, gently rubbing his fingers across the newly placed bandage.
Their eyes met and Laura couldn’t help but ask the question that had been plaguing her since their fight.
“How did you know?”
“Ellen.”
“Who?” She asked perplexed.
“My assistant coach’s wife. Apparently she and some woman named Marcie are quite friendly. Ellen couldn’t wait to pass on some gossip she had heard about our principal.”
A soft ‘Oh’ was all Laura could manage, her gaze falling to her lap.
“Hey,” his voice called to her and she was powerless to resist.
The second she lifted her head his lips were on hers. Making her forget the last 24 hours, making her forget Marcie and her silly plans, making her forget her own name.
Their kiss tapered away to several small ones and with one final smack of lips he pulled away. With a smile, he suggested getting changed from their wet clothes and she again let him lead her through the house. The sound of laughter caught her off guard and she stopped abruptly as they were walking.
“Are there people here?” she asked.
“Zak was introducing me to his new girlfriend.”
“Oh Bill, I interrupted. I’m sorry, I’ll--“
He silenced her with a kiss, his lips sliding over hers in a soft caress.
“Don’t apologise. Come on, let’s get you in something dry and I’ll introduce you to Kara as well. She was the one to actually spot the crazy woman trying to break into the grounds.”
His teasing made her laugh, the happiness she felt overriding the slight twinge of pain that caused in her side.
He led her upstairs towards the left side of the house, a part of the house she had never seen. A heavy oak door was pushed open and Laura found herself standing in Bill’s bedroom.
Or what she assumed to be his bedroom.
There was a small bed, not a single but not quite a double, sitting in the centre of the room. Against one wall was a bookshelf; beside it a narrow closet. The other side of the room was taken up by a luxurious window seat which overlooked the gardens.
Laura gasped as she recognised the seat, racing across the room to run her hands along the smooth material of the seat.
“I saw this the first day I was here.”
“Hmm?” Bill asked as he laid some clothes across the bed. He joined Laura as she admired the seat, wrapping his arms around her from behind and gently pulling her against him.
“The first day I came here I saw this seat. It looked so comfortable. A perfect place to unwind.”
“It is,” he replied. “I sit here with a good book most evenings. Or I sit here and think about a certain red-headed principal I’m crazy about.”
Her eyes flitted shut at his confession and she hummed with happiness.
Bill released his hold on her and urged her to sit. Although she instantly missed the warmth he provided, she comfortably settled herself on the cushions. She moaned with satisfaction at their plush feel beneath her.
She stretched along the seat and was overjoyed to discover she could fit her whole body along it. Gods, it bigger than most beds.
Smiling demurely at the man watching her she crooked one finger, beckoning him to join her on the seat. He rested a knee either side of her hips and placed his hands by her head, careful not to disrupt the red hair that was fanned across the cushions.
His lips took an agonisingly long time to meet hers. She was hungry for his kiss, desperate to feel his love for her expressed as their tongues tangled and lips caressed. His lips trailed along her jaw to nibble at her earlobe and place lingering kisses against her neck.
As her hand rose to curl into his hair, holding him in place, Laura realised she had never been happier. She had never been this happy with any other man and she couldn’t think of a more perfect place to...
“Here.”
“Hmm?” Bill’s muffled reply sounded as his teeth nipped at her skin, then soothed with his tongue.
“The first time we make love, I want it to be right here.”
His loving kisses stopped and he raised himself on his arms once again, looking at her from above.
“On the window seat? For everyone to see?”
“We’ll just make sure Lee and Zak aren’t home.”
He held her gaze a moment longer before kissing her once more.
“Then here it is,” he murmured against her lips.
Raucous laughter interrupted their intimate moment and Bill sighed, leaning his brow against Laura’s.
“We’ll continue this later.” He grunted as he stood up and crossed the room. “I’ve laid some clothes out on the bed for you. I’m afraid they’re my ex-wife’s but they’ll do for now.”
He left her to dress alone and Laura surprised herself by finding the living room by herself. Bill’s eyebrows shot up as she entered the room.
“Found your way all by yourself?”
“Hmph.”
“Kara, this is Ms. Roslin.“
“Laura, please. And that goes for you two as well, okay?”
Both boys nodded as she shook Kara’s hand.
“We were just discussing some of Dad’s old flight stories, Laura,” Zak said.
Kara settled in beside him and he automatically rested an arm around her shoulders. Laura saw Lee visibly wince out of the corner of her eye. He wasn’t perfectly happy with this arrangement but at least he was trying, for his brother.
“I’m sure Laura doesn’t want to hear.“
“Of course I do!”
Bill rolled his eyes but, once Laura was cuddled into his side, he told them tales of his days aboard a battlestar during the war, occasionally pausing to inform Laura of some of the military terms he used.
“A call sign is like a nickname for each pilot. For example, Kara here is Starbuck and Lee is Apollo,” he explained to her.
“And what was your call sign?”
“Husker.”
She shivered at the tone of his voice and she could feel the heat in the room rise dramatically.
“Well it’s getting late, maybe we should head home,” Zak said, barely glancing at his watch.
Laura guessed he may have just become uncomfortable with the tension between Laura and Bill. An assumption that seemed to be proven correct when Kara and Lee eagerly agreed with him, leapt out of their seats and headed towards the door.
Bill and Laura followed the youngsters to the door and waved goodbye. Once the door was closed she found herself pressed up against it as Bill’s hands and lips roamed her body.
“You said something about a window seat?” He growled from somewhere near her cleavage.
“Yes,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around him. “The window seat.”
Epilogue
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: K
Summary: Principal Roslin discovers a different side of the Pyramid Coach...
A/N: Thank you bestest, most awesomest beta ever; bsg_aussiegirl
The buzzing of her alarm startled her from her dream. As she clicked the ‘off’ button on her bedside clock, she struggled to recapture those last few moments of bliss she had been living in her mind.
Snuggled in Bill’s arms on a couch in that small cottage at the edge of his land. His broad hands warm as they swept over her bare skin and his breath hot against her neck as he whispered his desire into her ear.
Waking from that dream now she found herself alone in her own bed.
Memories of last night’s argument began to replace those sweet ones of her dream. Bill’s expression as he spoke to her, a mix of pain and disgust, had torn her heart in two.
He had told her how hard it was for him to open up to people. To open his heart like he had to her and she had hurt him. It wasn’t her fault of course. If he had listened to her, then she would be getting ready to visit his house right now.
This would be the first Saturday in weeks that she wasn’t going to his house.
She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat up, dragging her feet over the side to rest on the cold floor. Deciding to take it one step at a time she moved away from the bed and towards the bathroom.
Shower, get dressed, breakfast. Shower, get dressed, breakfast.
She repeated the activities over and over in hope of distracting herself from more worrisome thoughts. Why was this bothering her so much?
She had been in longer relationships that had ended a lot worse than that small fight last night. How had Bill gotten under her skin so fast?
The real problem though, wasn’t how he had gotten there but what to do now that he was there. She cared for him, probably more than she was willing to admit. She mulled over her options as the hot water cascaded over her, soothing her and helping clear her mind.
The phone was ringing when she stepped out of the shower and she nearly slipped and fell in her haste to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Laura, just checking to see if you remembered your date tonight?”
All the sadness she had been feeling suddenly transformed into an all encompassing anger. She gripped the receiver with such force she was afraid the phone would crack in her hand.
“Yes, Marcie, I did remember about the date.”
“Excellent, I’m sure-“
“Marcie, I said I remembered, but I didn’t say I would go.”
“But--“
“I’m already seeing someone.”
Silence greeted her from the other end of the phone and she smirked in triumph.
“It’s no one you know but he makes me very happy. Or at least he made me very happy. You see, he found out I had a date with someone else. A former student no less. A student? Marcie, what were you thinking?”
“I just wanted you to have some fun.” Marcie sniffled.
“I have fun with Bill. Or I used to.” Laura smiled wistfully as she replayed scenes of their courtship over in her mind.
A sigh from her friend brought her back to the present.
“I’m sorry, Laurie. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“Just call Sean and tell him the date is cancelled.”
“I will, I promise. And again I’m so so--“
“And tell Richard Adar I won’t be joining his campaign.”
A sharp exhale indicated that Marcie would fight her on that, but Laura interrupted her once more.
“I mean it. I love my job, I love my school, and I lo--“
Laura stopped herself in time. The first time she admitted this out loud wasn’t going to be to Marcie Taylor. But she knew exactly who she wanted to hear it.
“Marcie I have to go. I’ll call you next week sometime.”
She hung up the phone without giving her friend a chance to reply and scurried to her wardrobe, grabbing the first items of clothing she could find.
She knew what she had to do. She just hoped it would be enough.
***
The rain pelted the window as her car turned onto the now familiar long driveway. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She navigated around another bend when she was forced to abruptly slam on the brakes.
Two oversized wrought iron gates greeted her where there once was an open road. He was literally locking her out. Laura was determined to make him hear her out and colossal iron gates, brick walls or wild horses weren’t going to stop her from talking to him.
She abandoned the car, somehow remembering to switch the engine off, and stared straight up at her obstacle. With a sigh she pulled her sleeves up and hoisted herself onto the slippery gate.
The climb up was steady, with only one or two near slips thanks to the raindrops pouring down on top of her. The real problem occurred when she reached the top; she had no idea how to get down. It was too far to jump and the slippery nature of the gate made it more difficult to descend.
She had managed to make it halfway down when her foot missed the section she was aiming to stand on. The bars became too wet to hold onto and she tumbled to the ground. The force with which she hit caused her to groan loudly.
“Laura!”
His voice calling her distracted her from the pain she felt in her side. She rolled over onto her back, trying to see where he was calling her from. All of a sudden one of the garden hedges rustled and Bill emerged from it, knocking branches and leaves out of his way.
“Bill,” Laura whimpered, clutching at her side as she felt an aching pain stab through her.
“Laura what did you think you were doing? You could have killed yourself.”
His arms wrapped around her, lifting her to a standing position before they roamed her body checking for where she could be hurt.
Laura couldn’t focus on the pain anymore. All she felt was the softness of his hands as he caressed her rain soaked form, and all she could see was how handsome he looked with rain dripping from the curls of his salt and pepper hair.
“Bill.” This time her voice was more a whisper than whimper but it still caused his gaze to catch hers, concerning burning from his striking eyes.
“I didn’t organise that date--“
“Laura, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” His gaze returned to her side and he gasped when he saw the extent of her injury.
“Gods Laura, you’re bleeding. Come on, lets get you inside.“
“No!” She used her most authoritative voice making him look her in the eye once more.
“I want you to hear this Bill.”
She waited for his nod before continuing. “My friend Marcie, she has been trying to get me out of the house more ever since the...accident. She even tried to get me to join Richard Adar’s Mayoral campaign.
“She was the one who set me up with Sean. And to top it all off she only told me last night. Bill you have to believe me, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t do that to you. Please...”
“Shhh Laura it’s okay, I believe you.”
She almost cried at hearing his words and the look in his eyes. It was the same soft, caring expression she had come to adore lately.
“I told her to cancel the date. And to forget about the job offer. I don’t want any other job but mine. I don’t want to work anywhere but my school. And I don’t want anyone else but you.”
He wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly. She ignored the pain that ignited as he embraced her and instead hugged him back just as tightly, one arm clinging to his waist as the other wrapped around his neck.
She nuzzled into his neck, trying to inhale his scent over the damp rain smell that overpowered everything else. When she heard him sigh in contentment, she felt emotion overwhelm her.
“I love you,” she whispered against his neck.
She could feel his eyelashes against her cheek as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He pulled back from the embrace and she smiled through her tears. He didn’t reply, simply leaned forward and kissed her with all the emotion they shared.
He didn’t need to say it back. He told her that he had wanted her for a long time. He was probably sick of waiting for her to realise how good they could be together.
She could almost hear him whispering “about time” as he placed a gentle kiss to her hair.
“Come on inside. You’re soaking and we need to get a bandage on that cut.”
She let him lead her up to the house, happily snuggled into his side as he wrapped one arm around her waist. In the kitchen he tended to her in silence, occasionally stopping to place a gentle kiss against the wounded skin.
Gods she loved this man.
“There that should do it.” He announced, gently rubbing his fingers across the newly placed bandage.
Their eyes met and Laura couldn’t help but ask the question that had been plaguing her since their fight.
“How did you know?”
“Ellen.”
“Who?” She asked perplexed.
“My assistant coach’s wife. Apparently she and some woman named Marcie are quite friendly. Ellen couldn’t wait to pass on some gossip she had heard about our principal.”
A soft ‘Oh’ was all Laura could manage, her gaze falling to her lap.
“Hey,” his voice called to her and she was powerless to resist.
The second she lifted her head his lips were on hers. Making her forget the last 24 hours, making her forget Marcie and her silly plans, making her forget her own name.
Their kiss tapered away to several small ones and with one final smack of lips he pulled away. With a smile, he suggested getting changed from their wet clothes and she again let him lead her through the house. The sound of laughter caught her off guard and she stopped abruptly as they were walking.
“Are there people here?” she asked.
“Zak was introducing me to his new girlfriend.”
“Oh Bill, I interrupted. I’m sorry, I’ll--“
He silenced her with a kiss, his lips sliding over hers in a soft caress.
“Don’t apologise. Come on, let’s get you in something dry and I’ll introduce you to Kara as well. She was the one to actually spot the crazy woman trying to break into the grounds.”
His teasing made her laugh, the happiness she felt overriding the slight twinge of pain that caused in her side.
He led her upstairs towards the left side of the house, a part of the house she had never seen. A heavy oak door was pushed open and Laura found herself standing in Bill’s bedroom.
Or what she assumed to be his bedroom.
There was a small bed, not a single but not quite a double, sitting in the centre of the room. Against one wall was a bookshelf; beside it a narrow closet. The other side of the room was taken up by a luxurious window seat which overlooked the gardens.
Laura gasped as she recognised the seat, racing across the room to run her hands along the smooth material of the seat.
“I saw this the first day I was here.”
“Hmm?” Bill asked as he laid some clothes across the bed. He joined Laura as she admired the seat, wrapping his arms around her from behind and gently pulling her against him.
“The first day I came here I saw this seat. It looked so comfortable. A perfect place to unwind.”
“It is,” he replied. “I sit here with a good book most evenings. Or I sit here and think about a certain red-headed principal I’m crazy about.”
Her eyes flitted shut at his confession and she hummed with happiness.
Bill released his hold on her and urged her to sit. Although she instantly missed the warmth he provided, she comfortably settled herself on the cushions. She moaned with satisfaction at their plush feel beneath her.
She stretched along the seat and was overjoyed to discover she could fit her whole body along it. Gods, it bigger than most beds.
Smiling demurely at the man watching her she crooked one finger, beckoning him to join her on the seat. He rested a knee either side of her hips and placed his hands by her head, careful not to disrupt the red hair that was fanned across the cushions.
His lips took an agonisingly long time to meet hers. She was hungry for his kiss, desperate to feel his love for her expressed as their tongues tangled and lips caressed. His lips trailed along her jaw to nibble at her earlobe and place lingering kisses against her neck.
As her hand rose to curl into his hair, holding him in place, Laura realised she had never been happier. She had never been this happy with any other man and she couldn’t think of a more perfect place to...
“Here.”
“Hmm?” Bill’s muffled reply sounded as his teeth nipped at her skin, then soothed with his tongue.
“The first time we make love, I want it to be right here.”
His loving kisses stopped and he raised himself on his arms once again, looking at her from above.
“On the window seat? For everyone to see?”
“We’ll just make sure Lee and Zak aren’t home.”
He held her gaze a moment longer before kissing her once more.
“Then here it is,” he murmured against her lips.
Raucous laughter interrupted their intimate moment and Bill sighed, leaning his brow against Laura’s.
“We’ll continue this later.” He grunted as he stood up and crossed the room. “I’ve laid some clothes out on the bed for you. I’m afraid they’re my ex-wife’s but they’ll do for now.”
He left her to dress alone and Laura surprised herself by finding the living room by herself. Bill’s eyebrows shot up as she entered the room.
“Found your way all by yourself?”
“Hmph.”
“Kara, this is Ms. Roslin.“
“Laura, please. And that goes for you two as well, okay?”
Both boys nodded as she shook Kara’s hand.
“We were just discussing some of Dad’s old flight stories, Laura,” Zak said.
Kara settled in beside him and he automatically rested an arm around her shoulders. Laura saw Lee visibly wince out of the corner of her eye. He wasn’t perfectly happy with this arrangement but at least he was trying, for his brother.
“I’m sure Laura doesn’t want to hear.“
“Of course I do!”
Bill rolled his eyes but, once Laura was cuddled into his side, he told them tales of his days aboard a battlestar during the war, occasionally pausing to inform Laura of some of the military terms he used.
“A call sign is like a nickname for each pilot. For example, Kara here is Starbuck and Lee is Apollo,” he explained to her.
“And what was your call sign?”
“Husker.”
She shivered at the tone of his voice and she could feel the heat in the room rise dramatically.
“Well it’s getting late, maybe we should head home,” Zak said, barely glancing at his watch.
Laura guessed he may have just become uncomfortable with the tension between Laura and Bill. An assumption that seemed to be proven correct when Kara and Lee eagerly agreed with him, leapt out of their seats and headed towards the door.
Bill and Laura followed the youngsters to the door and waved goodbye. Once the door was closed she found herself pressed up against it as Bill’s hands and lips roamed her body.
“You said something about a window seat?” He growled from somewhere near her cleavage.
“Yes,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around him. “The window seat.”
Epilogue