New Adama/Roslin fic
Title: Maybe, Even Closer
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
A/N: Some of you have already read it, I wrote it for flamingo55 for the rememberlaura holiday fic exchange.
On Caprica Bill Adama was certain that nothing was more luxurious than making love on top of satin sheets; on New Caprica he realized that there was nothing more luxurious than waking up with Laura Roslin's silken limbs entangled with his own.
She was everywhere, her impossibly long legs curled around his own, one graceful arm stretched back finding purchase on his waist, the other curled under her halo of auburn curls, her back deliciously arched against his own body. The sight of her gloriously naked form in his arms was enough to break his heart, since he knew that they couldn't stay like this for much longer. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and began depositing tender kisses of worship against her long neck.
"Hey."
"Mmm. Don't stop." Her eyes were still closed, but he saw the smile break out across her face, felt her grip tighten around him. "You feel so nice."
"You feel even nicer." He countered with an amused chuckle, "But we have to get up, my raptor leaves in a few hours and you have to go to the school."
"Oh…Frak." She sighed as she turned in his arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't wanna go." She mumbled. Gods she was making this impossibly harder. Did she think that he wanted to go? He hated this, hated that he had to leave her on this frakking planet, hated that he could never stay in the mornings, hated that he had to go weeks at a time without seeing her, touching her. Did she know how difficult this was for him? How many times he had considered sweeping her off her feet and carrying her away to the Galactica to live with him?
We have certain responsibilities.
She reminded him of this every time he suggested this to her, and it made him feel foolish. Laura Roslin was first and foremost humanity's leader, even now, when humanity allowed for another to usurp her throne, they looked to her for guidance. She was strong even when her children kicked her to the ground, and he loved her all the more for it.
"I hate this." Her sweet voice was muffled against him.
"Oh?" Bill pulled her back from him and tipped her chin so that they were at eye level. "I was under the impression that you liked it." A grin broke out across his face. "Buuut," he drawled, "if you prefer.." her lips against his own effectively silenced him, and, for a moment, he allowed her to guide him across the shores of bliss with her supple lips and tongue. With a last kiss deposited against his mouth Laura sat up and leaned her head against her bent arm.
"You know that this is not what I was referring to. I enjoy being with you. Here, like this." She took a deep breath, " It's the morning after that I hate, specifically the part where you leave me and I have to go to work pretending like I didn't just have the most incredible sex ever the night before."
"Hm." His talented mouth placed wet, harsh kisses against her collarbone. "It must be really hard to teach those kids if all you have is sex on the brain."
"You have no frakking idea." Laura moaned as he suckled on her aching nipple, "I deserve a frakking medal."
"I'll see what I can do about that." His mouth trailed lower, his tongue dipped into her navel, "Perhaps a 'teacher of the year' award is in order?"
"Mmm. Godsyes." He wanted to continue, to trace his tongue lower, to reclaim her body, to offer her nothing but the most exquisite pleasure, but it was too risky. He was still the Admiral, she would soon be the President, could she not see that? They couldn't get caught, they couldn't be careless, he couldn't spend all night and day making love to her, even if that's what they really wanted to do. Some level of decorum had to be preserved, they had to stay objective, focused, out of each other's beds. Yeah right. And above all else, out of each other's hearts. Too late.
"But how would it look if you were late for class Ms. Roslin?" He ceased his loving exploration of her body and gave her a stern look. Her anger at him for stopping blew over when she saw the sadness beneath the depths of his eyes.
He hates this too. Maybe even more than you do.
"You're right." She agreed softly. "We have.."
"Certain responsibilities," he finished. "I know."
"Gods Bill, it's just so much, I feel so much with you. I lo.." Her hands spread and flexed against his muscled chest as she tried to show how much he made her feel, how deeply those feelings ran within her.
"Don't." His voice was dangerously low, threatening. She couldn't say it. He couldn't bear to hear her say it. "Please," he continued in a softer tone, "Please, you can't do that. It's so frakking hard for me to leave you each time. If you say it, I will never leave."
"I know." Her voice quivered "I was trying to get you to stay. Tactical strategy." She gave him a week smile, but it was no use because the tears that surrounded her stormy green eyes betrayed her. "I still mean it, you know, I need you to know it."
"I know it, you don't have to tell me for me to know, I just can't, we can't afford.."
"I know." She met his eyes with determination.
Your denial is tearing me apart, but I'll let you wallow in it anyway.
"One day, I promise Laura, I'm going to put a frakking ring on your finger." He held her to him tightly, needing to burn this moment into his memory. The feel of her skin against his own, the texture of her hair, the smell of their love, the sound of her voice.
"Hmm, you better hurry up. I'm not getting any younger." She giggled.
I don't need a ring. I'm already your wife.
"You'll always be young to me, baby."
"Mmm." Somehow, she doubted this, he's only ever known her as her middle aged. But she knew better than to question him. "You should probably go now," she murmured, "before the sun rises, otherwise people will see you leaving."
"Yeah." He couldn't look at her as he rose from her makeshift bed, couldn't take in the sight of her laying in her naked glory as he methodically redressed in his uniform. Bill kept his back to her as he tugged on his boots, but he felt her eyes on him. They willed him to look at her, begged him to turn around, they betrayed the logic that so cruelly dictated their morning routines.
When will you be back?
Laura never asks him, she knew he could never give her a real answer even if he wanted to. The only source of comfort that she had when he was gone were the memories that she cherished, the scent of him that lingered for a few days on her sheets, the marks that he sometimes left on her body. Occasionally, he sent letters, or books to her along with Cottle, when he needed to transfer medical supplies down to the planet.
"There's a book that I'm going to send with Jack for you, I think you will like it. It's an old favourite of mine, maybe we could read it together when I'm here next. I've never actually gotten around to finishing it, I wanted to save it for a special occasion..." his shoulders were tense as he rose and faced the flap of her tent, his voice heavy with emotions that he couldn't voice.
"Ok, I'd like that." It will probably be another four months before he could sneak away again, but Laura tried telling herself that it's not that long.
Hmm. Denial. This works for you Bill?
He didn't look back at her as he exited her pathetic excuse for a house.
House, not a home. He is your home Laura.
She knew that he won't look back, knew that he couldn't do it without breaking both of their hearts. She wanted him to anyway.
One day I'm going to kiss you senseless in front of your entire frakking crew Bill.
Laura let herself fantasize, a smile breaking out across her face. Yes, one day that Bill Adama was going to make a honest woman out of her, she was counting on it.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
A/N: Some of you have already read it, I wrote it for flamingo55 for the rememberlaura holiday fic exchange.
On Caprica Bill Adama was certain that nothing was more luxurious than making love on top of satin sheets; on New Caprica he realized that there was nothing more luxurious than waking up with Laura Roslin's silken limbs entangled with his own.
She was everywhere, her impossibly long legs curled around his own, one graceful arm stretched back finding purchase on his waist, the other curled under her halo of auburn curls, her back deliciously arched against his own body. The sight of her gloriously naked form in his arms was enough to break his heart, since he knew that they couldn't stay like this for much longer. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and began depositing tender kisses of worship against her long neck.
"Hey."
"Mmm. Don't stop." Her eyes were still closed, but he saw the smile break out across her face, felt her grip tighten around him. "You feel so nice."
"You feel even nicer." He countered with an amused chuckle, "But we have to get up, my raptor leaves in a few hours and you have to go to the school."
"Oh…Frak." She sighed as she turned in his arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't wanna go." She mumbled. Gods she was making this impossibly harder. Did she think that he wanted to go? He hated this, hated that he had to leave her on this frakking planet, hated that he could never stay in the mornings, hated that he had to go weeks at a time without seeing her, touching her. Did she know how difficult this was for him? How many times he had considered sweeping her off her feet and carrying her away to the Galactica to live with him?
We have certain responsibilities.
She reminded him of this every time he suggested this to her, and it made him feel foolish. Laura Roslin was first and foremost humanity's leader, even now, when humanity allowed for another to usurp her throne, they looked to her for guidance. She was strong even when her children kicked her to the ground, and he loved her all the more for it.
"I hate this." Her sweet voice was muffled against him.
"Oh?" Bill pulled her back from him and tipped her chin so that they were at eye level. "I was under the impression that you liked it." A grin broke out across his face. "Buuut," he drawled, "if you prefer.." her lips against his own effectively silenced him, and, for a moment, he allowed her to guide him across the shores of bliss with her supple lips and tongue. With a last kiss deposited against his mouth Laura sat up and leaned her head against her bent arm.
"You know that this is not what I was referring to. I enjoy being with you. Here, like this." She took a deep breath, " It's the morning after that I hate, specifically the part where you leave me and I have to go to work pretending like I didn't just have the most incredible sex ever the night before."
"Hm." His talented mouth placed wet, harsh kisses against her collarbone. "It must be really hard to teach those kids if all you have is sex on the brain."
"You have no frakking idea." Laura moaned as he suckled on her aching nipple, "I deserve a frakking medal."
"I'll see what I can do about that." His mouth trailed lower, his tongue dipped into her navel, "Perhaps a 'teacher of the year' award is in order?"
"Mmm. Godsyes." He wanted to continue, to trace his tongue lower, to reclaim her body, to offer her nothing but the most exquisite pleasure, but it was too risky. He was still the Admiral, she would soon be the President, could she not see that? They couldn't get caught, they couldn't be careless, he couldn't spend all night and day making love to her, even if that's what they really wanted to do. Some level of decorum had to be preserved, they had to stay objective, focused, out of each other's beds. Yeah right. And above all else, out of each other's hearts. Too late.
"But how would it look if you were late for class Ms. Roslin?" He ceased his loving exploration of her body and gave her a stern look. Her anger at him for stopping blew over when she saw the sadness beneath the depths of his eyes.
He hates this too. Maybe even more than you do.
"You're right." She agreed softly. "We have.."
"Certain responsibilities," he finished. "I know."
"Gods Bill, it's just so much, I feel so much with you. I lo.." Her hands spread and flexed against his muscled chest as she tried to show how much he made her feel, how deeply those feelings ran within her.
"Don't." His voice was dangerously low, threatening. She couldn't say it. He couldn't bear to hear her say it. "Please," he continued in a softer tone, "Please, you can't do that. It's so frakking hard for me to leave you each time. If you say it, I will never leave."
"I know." Her voice quivered "I was trying to get you to stay. Tactical strategy." She gave him a week smile, but it was no use because the tears that surrounded her stormy green eyes betrayed her. "I still mean it, you know, I need you to know it."
"I know it, you don't have to tell me for me to know, I just can't, we can't afford.."
"I know." She met his eyes with determination.
Your denial is tearing me apart, but I'll let you wallow in it anyway.
"One day, I promise Laura, I'm going to put a frakking ring on your finger." He held her to him tightly, needing to burn this moment into his memory. The feel of her skin against his own, the texture of her hair, the smell of their love, the sound of her voice.
"Hmm, you better hurry up. I'm not getting any younger." She giggled.
I don't need a ring. I'm already your wife.
"You'll always be young to me, baby."
"Mmm." Somehow, she doubted this, he's only ever known her as her middle aged. But she knew better than to question him. "You should probably go now," she murmured, "before the sun rises, otherwise people will see you leaving."
"Yeah." He couldn't look at her as he rose from her makeshift bed, couldn't take in the sight of her laying in her naked glory as he methodically redressed in his uniform. Bill kept his back to her as he tugged on his boots, but he felt her eyes on him. They willed him to look at her, begged him to turn around, they betrayed the logic that so cruelly dictated their morning routines.
When will you be back?
Laura never asks him, she knew he could never give her a real answer even if he wanted to. The only source of comfort that she had when he was gone were the memories that she cherished, the scent of him that lingered for a few days on her sheets, the marks that he sometimes left on her body. Occasionally, he sent letters, or books to her along with Cottle, when he needed to transfer medical supplies down to the planet.
"There's a book that I'm going to send with Jack for you, I think you will like it. It's an old favourite of mine, maybe we could read it together when I'm here next. I've never actually gotten around to finishing it, I wanted to save it for a special occasion..." his shoulders were tense as he rose and faced the flap of her tent, his voice heavy with emotions that he couldn't voice.
"Ok, I'd like that." It will probably be another four months before he could sneak away again, but Laura tried telling herself that it's not that long.
Hmm. Denial. This works for you Bill?
He didn't look back at her as he exited her pathetic excuse for a house.
House, not a home. He is your home Laura.
She knew that he won't look back, knew that he couldn't do it without breaking both of their hearts. She wanted him to anyway.
One day I'm going to kiss you senseless in front of your entire frakking crew Bill.
Laura let herself fantasize, a smile breaking out across her face. Yes, one day that Bill Adama was going to make a honest woman out of her, she was counting on it.