"Closed Door Policies" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Closed Door Policies
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Written for akachankami because she made me a gorgeous header for my LJ. Her prompt was "Bill and Laura get locked in the head and things get steamy. NO ANGST." Thanks to redrockcan and nixmom for their beta and creative touches. I am also claiming this for about_time's "not too hot" prompt.
Laura marched into Bill’s quarters; not checking first to see if he was home, knowing, that she was always welcome here.
Her excercise routine had been less than satisfactory; she had hoped to work out her frustrations in Galactica’s gym but one hour later she found herself sweaty, aching, and substantially more frustrated than before. She wondered if perhaps meeting Bill in the ring for a few sparing rounds would be of more use to her. Laura pictured him, in nothing but his tanks and a pair of sweats and she surmised that that would most definitely not be helpful to her.
Sighing, she dropped her gym bag by Bill’s rack and headed towards the head with her towel in hand. She had another hour before her next meeting in Galactica’s wardroom with the Admiral and she wanted to clean up before meeting him. Her plan came to a crashing halt as soon as she stepped inside the tiny space and deliberately closed the hatch.
The low bark that was her name and the grip on her arm startled her and it took her a moment to realize that she was standing eye to eye with a half naked Bill Adama.
***
Bill craned his neck when he heard shuffling outside of the head, brow furrowed slightly, he took a quick peek and noticed that Laura had made herself welcome in his quarters once again. The thought that she used his living space as a retreat warmed his heart; he was glad to be able to provide a safe haven for her.
He had to swallow a groan when he noticed her attire; gone were her Presidential suits and heels, she donned a pair of form fitting black workout pants and tank. Her hair was hastily thrown in a bun at the nape of her neck and a light sheen of sweat still clung to her body making her skin glow softly. She’d obviously visited his ships’ gym again.
Bill quickly tugged his boxer-briefs on, patting the rest of his recently-showered body dry. He figured that she’d need the space soon; he wanted to get out of her way so that she could enjoy her shower. Before he could announce himself, he heard the clang and screech of the hatch to the head being closed. Growling, he futilely attempted to stop it before the lock clicked in place.
Muttering a low “frak” he turned his attention to the arm that his broad hand held captive; the arm that happened to belong to a very startled looking Laura Roslin.
***
“Bill,” she stuttered. “I didn’t realize that you were home.” She swallowed hard. He smelt amazing; soap and aftershave clung to his dewy skin. His hair, which was still uncombed, curled slightly over his forehead. He was also naked save for the pair of dark grey boxer-briefs, which clung to his muscular thighs and crotch leaving little to the imagination. Of course, it didn’t help that she had an entire years worth of memories of exactly how he looked, felt, tasted; Laura knew exactly what she was missing and those godsdamned, sexy, boxer-briefs were taunting her.
He released his grip: “Sorry, I was just about to make myself known. I was trying to get dressed first,” he ran a hand through his damp hair.
“It’s not a problem,” she squeaked. “I’ll just get out of your way so you can finish. I have plenty of time before our meeting anyway.”
His face darkened noticeably.
“That’s the problem. The hatch,” he nodded to the offending doorway, “has been faulty the last few days. Once it locks, it doesn’t open. We’re stuck in here until I can get someone to let us out from the outside.”
“Stuck?” Laura repeated the word, not quite believing her luck today. “Why the frak hasn’t anyone come by to fix it properly?”
“It’s a low priority repair, we’ve got so few deckhands as it is. I can’t pull my men and women off of an important repair just so I can close my door while I do my business,” he deadpanned.
Laura rested her hands on her hips: “Fine, but surely this classifies as a minor emergency. The President and the Admiral of the Fleet are held captive in your quarters, in the head,” her voice was dangerously low, “so call someone and get us the hell out of here.”
He nodded solemnly and excused himself as he reached for his comm unit.
Laura bit her lip and tightened her grip on her hips to stop the trembling of her hands. She hadn’t meant to be so short with Bill, but the fact remained that she was trapped with the object of her very obvious attraction, in a decidedly narrow space. She took a deep breath; you can do this, she told herself. Glancing at Bill, who was leaning comfortably against the bulkhead with the phone in his hand, she had to swallow a groan. He was still naked save for an undergarment; his arms, chest, and just about everything else she had grown to love about him was on display for her. Her mild panic grew exponentially.
“Alright, thank you Mr. Tyrol.” Bill hung up the comm unit with a grim expression.
“Well?” Laura asked impatiently as she tried not to stare at his well-muscled arms.
“Chief says that it is going to take at least two hours before he can get someone here. Hotdog crashed his Viper on his last landing, completely frakked it up and the deck. They’re working overtime to repair the damage.”
“They can’t spare anyone?” she asked.
“I told them that this took a backseat to all repairs of ships and Vipers. They know that. We are just going to have to sweat it out for a bit.”
Laura exhaled loudly. She knew that the repair of military assets was a top priority; but that didn’t mean that she was thrilled by the prospect of being alone with a naked Bill for two hours.
“Relax Laura, you look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” he chuckled.
“I’m fine,” she snapped. He frowned.
“Are you uncomfortable with small spaces?” he asked concernedly.
“No, I’m just - “ she struggled to find the words. “I just don’t think that this is the best situation for us to be in.” She gave him a significant look.
Bill couldn’t help but grin and puff his chest out slightly. She shot him a warning glance.
“Do you have a robe or something that you can put on?” she asked weakly.
“It’s on my rack. I just brought my boxers in here with me; I wasn’t expecting company. Besides, I’m in no better of a state Laura,” he admitted softly. Laura blushed madly as his eyes swept the length of her body.
Their growing attraction to one another had reached a climax on New Caprica where they had indulged in a relationship with one another. For an entire year, Bill would come down for two days each month and for those precious forty-eight hours; they would hibernate in her tent, frantically making up for lost time. Those memories seemed so far away temporally, but their significance still permeated both of their minds. Last week Bill had brought up those times and since that conversation each of them had scarcely been able to rid those memories from their hearts and minds.
“I can stand behind the shower curtain if you like?” Bill made for the shower jokingly and Laura began giggling madly.
“This, this is crazy,” she said in between giggles. Bill smiled sadly; he loved the sound of her laughter and it was so rare that he got to hear it.
“We might as well get comfortable,” he informed her. “Why don’t you take a seat,” he nodded to the closed lid of his toilet.
“Where will you sit?” she asked.
“I’m fine, I’ll just stand here,” he leaned slightly against the hatch.
“No, you spend twelve hours at a time on your feet in the CIC. You sit there, I’ll sit here,” she lifted herself on the counter of his sink and crossed her legs. “Well Admiral?” She quirked her brow and smiled at him impishly.
Bill cleared his throat, fantasies of Laura on his countertop were flashing before his mind at an alarmingly inappropriate rate. He clasped his hands in front of his crotch; she picked up on the slight movement.
“Relax Bill,” she echoed his chiding earlier. “I won’t pounce on you. I promise.”
“What if I want you to?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He mentally kicked himself.
“I see,” Laura said; she slowly uncrossed her legs and leaned back slightly. “And what about those responsibilities that we were talking about the other day?”
Bill’s response came in the form of a bruising kiss.
His mouth captured her lips hungrily; his tongue chased hers determinedly into the sweet, hot cavern of her mouth. His broad hands settled possessively on her hips. Laura’s hands quickly reacquainted themselves with the sculpted, smooth, skin of his upper arms. Her nails raked up and down the soft skin, marking him as him as a predator marks their prey. They parted with an audible, wet smack. Bill leaned his forehead against hers; they were both panting heavily.
“I’ve missed you so, so, much,” Bill whispered. “I thought I’d never be able to do that again.” The sincerity and adoration in his voice was deafening.
“Gods, me too,” Laura admitted breathlessly. She leaned forward to initiate another searing kiss, which lead to another, and then another until they were practically dry humping and making out like a pair of barely restrained teenagers.
His lips were busy seeking out each erogenous zone on her neck and collarbone while his hand was buried down her pants, caressing her through her soaked panties when the comm unit sounded loudly. They each swore loudly, and reluctantly parted.
“Yes,” he barked irritably into the phone. Laura was slumped, boneless and body thrumming with delicious arousal on the counter top.
“Thank you Mr. Tyrol.” He hung up the phone with deliberate force.
“What?” Laura asked.
“They’ve got a two man team on their way now; apparently these kids offered to work overtime to help us out.” He grimaced.
“Oh,” she did not bother to hide her disappointment.
“Yeah,” he echoed her sentiment. “They’ll be here in a few minutes.” Laura carefully slid off of the counter and brushed back a few errant strands of hair that had escaped her bun.
“Looks like those responsibilities don’t want to be ignored for too long,” she smiled ruefully.
Bill walked up to her and enveloped her in his arms. She sighed and leaned into his touch.
“Our responsibilities are always going to be here Laura; but so are my feelings for you. I can’t ignore one anymore than I can ignore the other. We have to find a way to live as people but also be the leaders of this Fleet.”
She sighed: “Can we do that Bill? Can we have this, while the Fleet demands so much of us?” She trailed her lips across his shoulders, dropping soft kisses here and there.
“Yes. We can,” he tilted her head upwards, “and we will.”
“Bill - “ he cut her off with another kiss, deeper this time. She felt desire warming her body once more; she had forgotten just how addictive his kisses were. They parted slightly for air and Bill moved to capture her lips once again but Laura intercepted him with the tips of her fingers.
“Your men will be here any minute,” she reminded him. “As much as I would love to carry on, I’d rather not do it with an audience.”
He kissed the tips of her fingers and nodded his understanding.
“You know, I happen to have the evening free. Could I persuade you to have dinner with me?” She nuzzled the crook of his neck before replying in the affirmative.
“And then perhaps we can pick up where we regrettably have to leave off?” His grin was nothing short of seductive.
“I’d like that,” she admitted shyly. “But we do need some ground rules Admiral.”
He sighed dramatically: “Ever the teacher. Name your price.”
“This,” she placed her hand over his heart, “stays between us. The press can’t find out. The Fleet can’t find out. I won’t have anyone pervert what we share; I won’t have this twisted into something vile and untrue.”
“Done,” he rasped.
“Which means that this stays behind locked doors.”
Bill chuckled: “Laura? We are behind a locked door.”
A beat passed before the sound of their combined, joyous laughter filled the tiny space. They could make it work; and they would.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Written for akachankami because she made me a gorgeous header for my LJ. Her prompt was "Bill and Laura get locked in the head and things get steamy. NO ANGST." Thanks to redrockcan and nixmom for their beta and creative touches. I am also claiming this for about_time's "not too hot" prompt.
Laura marched into Bill’s quarters; not checking first to see if he was home, knowing, that she was always welcome here.
Her excercise routine had been less than satisfactory; she had hoped to work out her frustrations in Galactica’s gym but one hour later she found herself sweaty, aching, and substantially more frustrated than before. She wondered if perhaps meeting Bill in the ring for a few sparing rounds would be of more use to her. Laura pictured him, in nothing but his tanks and a pair of sweats and she surmised that that would most definitely not be helpful to her.
Sighing, she dropped her gym bag by Bill’s rack and headed towards the head with her towel in hand. She had another hour before her next meeting in Galactica’s wardroom with the Admiral and she wanted to clean up before meeting him. Her plan came to a crashing halt as soon as she stepped inside the tiny space and deliberately closed the hatch.
The low bark that was her name and the grip on her arm startled her and it took her a moment to realize that she was standing eye to eye with a half naked Bill Adama.
***
Bill craned his neck when he heard shuffling outside of the head, brow furrowed slightly, he took a quick peek and noticed that Laura had made herself welcome in his quarters once again. The thought that she used his living space as a retreat warmed his heart; he was glad to be able to provide a safe haven for her.
He had to swallow a groan when he noticed her attire; gone were her Presidential suits and heels, she donned a pair of form fitting black workout pants and tank. Her hair was hastily thrown in a bun at the nape of her neck and a light sheen of sweat still clung to her body making her skin glow softly. She’d obviously visited his ships’ gym again.
Bill quickly tugged his boxer-briefs on, patting the rest of his recently-showered body dry. He figured that she’d need the space soon; he wanted to get out of her way so that she could enjoy her shower. Before he could announce himself, he heard the clang and screech of the hatch to the head being closed. Growling, he futilely attempted to stop it before the lock clicked in place.
Muttering a low “frak” he turned his attention to the arm that his broad hand held captive; the arm that happened to belong to a very startled looking Laura Roslin.
***
“Bill,” she stuttered. “I didn’t realize that you were home.” She swallowed hard. He smelt amazing; soap and aftershave clung to his dewy skin. His hair, which was still uncombed, curled slightly over his forehead. He was also naked save for the pair of dark grey boxer-briefs, which clung to his muscular thighs and crotch leaving little to the imagination. Of course, it didn’t help that she had an entire years worth of memories of exactly how he looked, felt, tasted; Laura knew exactly what she was missing and those godsdamned, sexy, boxer-briefs were taunting her.
He released his grip: “Sorry, I was just about to make myself known. I was trying to get dressed first,” he ran a hand through his damp hair.
“It’s not a problem,” she squeaked. “I’ll just get out of your way so you can finish. I have plenty of time before our meeting anyway.”
His face darkened noticeably.
“That’s the problem. The hatch,” he nodded to the offending doorway, “has been faulty the last few days. Once it locks, it doesn’t open. We’re stuck in here until I can get someone to let us out from the outside.”
“Stuck?” Laura repeated the word, not quite believing her luck today. “Why the frak hasn’t anyone come by to fix it properly?”
“It’s a low priority repair, we’ve got so few deckhands as it is. I can’t pull my men and women off of an important repair just so I can close my door while I do my business,” he deadpanned.
Laura rested her hands on her hips: “Fine, but surely this classifies as a minor emergency. The President and the Admiral of the Fleet are held captive in your quarters, in the head,” her voice was dangerously low, “so call someone and get us the hell out of here.”
He nodded solemnly and excused himself as he reached for his comm unit.
Laura bit her lip and tightened her grip on her hips to stop the trembling of her hands. She hadn’t meant to be so short with Bill, but the fact remained that she was trapped with the object of her very obvious attraction, in a decidedly narrow space. She took a deep breath; you can do this, she told herself. Glancing at Bill, who was leaning comfortably against the bulkhead with the phone in his hand, she had to swallow a groan. He was still naked save for an undergarment; his arms, chest, and just about everything else she had grown to love about him was on display for her. Her mild panic grew exponentially.
“Alright, thank you Mr. Tyrol.” Bill hung up the comm unit with a grim expression.
“Well?” Laura asked impatiently as she tried not to stare at his well-muscled arms.
“Chief says that it is going to take at least two hours before he can get someone here. Hotdog crashed his Viper on his last landing, completely frakked it up and the deck. They’re working overtime to repair the damage.”
“They can’t spare anyone?” she asked.
“I told them that this took a backseat to all repairs of ships and Vipers. They know that. We are just going to have to sweat it out for a bit.”
Laura exhaled loudly. She knew that the repair of military assets was a top priority; but that didn’t mean that she was thrilled by the prospect of being alone with a naked Bill for two hours.
“Relax Laura, you look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” he chuckled.
“I’m fine,” she snapped. He frowned.
“Are you uncomfortable with small spaces?” he asked concernedly.
“No, I’m just - “ she struggled to find the words. “I just don’t think that this is the best situation for us to be in.” She gave him a significant look.
Bill couldn’t help but grin and puff his chest out slightly. She shot him a warning glance.
“Do you have a robe or something that you can put on?” she asked weakly.
“It’s on my rack. I just brought my boxers in here with me; I wasn’t expecting company. Besides, I’m in no better of a state Laura,” he admitted softly. Laura blushed madly as his eyes swept the length of her body.
Their growing attraction to one another had reached a climax on New Caprica where they had indulged in a relationship with one another. For an entire year, Bill would come down for two days each month and for those precious forty-eight hours; they would hibernate in her tent, frantically making up for lost time. Those memories seemed so far away temporally, but their significance still permeated both of their minds. Last week Bill had brought up those times and since that conversation each of them had scarcely been able to rid those memories from their hearts and minds.
“I can stand behind the shower curtain if you like?” Bill made for the shower jokingly and Laura began giggling madly.
“This, this is crazy,” she said in between giggles. Bill smiled sadly; he loved the sound of her laughter and it was so rare that he got to hear it.
“We might as well get comfortable,” he informed her. “Why don’t you take a seat,” he nodded to the closed lid of his toilet.
“Where will you sit?” she asked.
“I’m fine, I’ll just stand here,” he leaned slightly against the hatch.
“No, you spend twelve hours at a time on your feet in the CIC. You sit there, I’ll sit here,” she lifted herself on the counter of his sink and crossed her legs. “Well Admiral?” She quirked her brow and smiled at him impishly.
Bill cleared his throat, fantasies of Laura on his countertop were flashing before his mind at an alarmingly inappropriate rate. He clasped his hands in front of his crotch; she picked up on the slight movement.
“Relax Bill,” she echoed his chiding earlier. “I won’t pounce on you. I promise.”
“What if I want you to?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He mentally kicked himself.
“I see,” Laura said; she slowly uncrossed her legs and leaned back slightly. “And what about those responsibilities that we were talking about the other day?”
Bill’s response came in the form of a bruising kiss.
His mouth captured her lips hungrily; his tongue chased hers determinedly into the sweet, hot cavern of her mouth. His broad hands settled possessively on her hips. Laura’s hands quickly reacquainted themselves with the sculpted, smooth, skin of his upper arms. Her nails raked up and down the soft skin, marking him as him as a predator marks their prey. They parted with an audible, wet smack. Bill leaned his forehead against hers; they were both panting heavily.
“I’ve missed you so, so, much,” Bill whispered. “I thought I’d never be able to do that again.” The sincerity and adoration in his voice was deafening.
“Gods, me too,” Laura admitted breathlessly. She leaned forward to initiate another searing kiss, which lead to another, and then another until they were practically dry humping and making out like a pair of barely restrained teenagers.
His lips were busy seeking out each erogenous zone on her neck and collarbone while his hand was buried down her pants, caressing her through her soaked panties when the comm unit sounded loudly. They each swore loudly, and reluctantly parted.
“Yes,” he barked irritably into the phone. Laura was slumped, boneless and body thrumming with delicious arousal on the counter top.
“Thank you Mr. Tyrol.” He hung up the phone with deliberate force.
“What?” Laura asked.
“They’ve got a two man team on their way now; apparently these kids offered to work overtime to help us out.” He grimaced.
“Oh,” she did not bother to hide her disappointment.
“Yeah,” he echoed her sentiment. “They’ll be here in a few minutes.” Laura carefully slid off of the counter and brushed back a few errant strands of hair that had escaped her bun.
“Looks like those responsibilities don’t want to be ignored for too long,” she smiled ruefully.
Bill walked up to her and enveloped her in his arms. She sighed and leaned into his touch.
“Our responsibilities are always going to be here Laura; but so are my feelings for you. I can’t ignore one anymore than I can ignore the other. We have to find a way to live as people but also be the leaders of this Fleet.”
She sighed: “Can we do that Bill? Can we have this, while the Fleet demands so much of us?” She trailed her lips across his shoulders, dropping soft kisses here and there.
“Yes. We can,” he tilted her head upwards, “and we will.”
“Bill - “ he cut her off with another kiss, deeper this time. She felt desire warming her body once more; she had forgotten just how addictive his kisses were. They parted slightly for air and Bill moved to capture her lips once again but Laura intercepted him with the tips of her fingers.
“Your men will be here any minute,” she reminded him. “As much as I would love to carry on, I’d rather not do it with an audience.”
He kissed the tips of her fingers and nodded his understanding.
“You know, I happen to have the evening free. Could I persuade you to have dinner with me?” She nuzzled the crook of his neck before replying in the affirmative.
“And then perhaps we can pick up where we regrettably have to leave off?” His grin was nothing short of seductive.
“I’d like that,” she admitted shyly. “But we do need some ground rules Admiral.”
He sighed dramatically: “Ever the teacher. Name your price.”
“This,” she placed her hand over his heart, “stays between us. The press can’t find out. The Fleet can’t find out. I won’t have anyone pervert what we share; I won’t have this twisted into something vile and untrue.”
“Done,” he rasped.
“Which means that this stays behind locked doors.”
Bill chuckled: “Laura? We are behind a locked door.”
A beat passed before the sound of their combined, joyous laughter filled the tiny space. They could make it work; and they would.