The Morning After: An Ikeaverse Installment
Title: The Morning After
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them; they own me.
A/N: This follows my drabble " First Date, First Time." Laura wakes up with Bill in her bed and isn't sure how to feel about it. First entry is " Normaling."
Laura Roslin woke up to the unusual sensation of having a man’s arm wrapped around her, his head mere inches from hers. She quickly reviewed the previous night’s events: His name was Bill Adama and they had a blind date that went remarkably well. Multiple sexcapades later, they finally ended up in Laura’s bed. And he had stayed the entire night.
“Good morning,” she felt as well as heard him rumble.
“You stayed the night.”
“I moved in, remember?”
“Hmm. What’s in it for me?”
“You get a live-in sex slave who makes great coffee.”
“I’ll take you up on the coffee. I’m a bit sore right now.”
“Yeah, me too. But happy.”
“Happy?”
“More than I’ve been in years.”
“I’m glad, Bill. You deserve to be happy.”
“So do you, Laura.”
“Coffee would be a step in the right direction.”
“Coming right up.”
When Bill disappeared into her kitchen, Laura was left to contemplate her situation and her feelings about it. She and Bill had sex, world-shatteringly great sex. But before that they had made a connection. When she spoke, he actually listened. She told him about her job, mostly: She wasn’t ready to talk about her family, but she trusted he’d listen to her when she did. Bill was forthcoming about his marriage and its subsequent failure, his sons, and his job. It seemed they were both at a crossroads: Laura’s was a personal one; whereas, Bill’s was a professional one. He had recently retired from the military and had no idea what to do with his life next.
She decided it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time with this man. He was attentive, caring, kind, intelligent, and an amazing lover. Instead of worrying about her heart, she was worried about his. Bill admitted he was happier that morning than he’d been in years. What did that mean? Was he already falling for her? How could she extract herself from him without hurting him? And did she even want to?
That last question scared her the most. What did she want? Laura had been single her whole life. She was overworked, undersexed, and her biological clock was violently ticking. Did she want marriage and a baby? And why, after one night with Bill, was she suddenly concerned about her biological clock? What about Bill? He already had a family. Would he really want another one? With her of all people? Perhaps the scariest thought of all was that she wanted Bill in her life, and she wanted him to want her in his.
Bill’s reappearance in the bedroom startled her out of her thoughts.
“You’re coffee is served.”
“Yum. Sweet and light just how I like it. How’d you know?”
“That’s how you made it last night.”
Laura’s mind worked back to when they had made coffee. It was after their interlude on the kitchen floor. They redressed, made a pot of coffee, and exchanged small talk, trying to work out what their explosive coupling meant. All they worked out was that they were sexually compatible. It wasn’t long before they were making out on her couch. Their mugs abandoned on the coffee table.
But Bill remembered how she liked her coffee. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she was touched by the fact anyway.
“I can’t believe you remembered that.”
“I want to remember everything about you.”
“Why?”
“Because any minute I’m going to wake up realizing this has all been a dream. I want to have enough memories for when that happens.”
“What if this isn’t a dream?”
“Then I’ll thank the God I don’t believe in.”
“You don’t believe in God?”
“No. Is that a problem?”
“No. My own faith is faint at best.”
“Because of your family?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“Ellen mentioned something about it. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry. I thought it was disrespectful of her to tell me something so personal about someone she’d never met herself. But that’s Ellen for you.”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. That Ellen sounds like a piece of work.”
“Oh she is, but I’m grateful for her.”
“Why?”
“She helped bring you into my life. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say things like that.”
“I would say that was a line, but considering our frequency, I’ll accept it as sincere.”
“God help us if I ever did use a line on you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you last night. I mean at all. I didn’t even want to go on our date in the first place. I’m a grumpy old man, Laura. But then...”
“We clicked.”
“Yeah, we did. But could you imagine what we’d be like if I did seduce you?”
“No. But I’d kind of like to find out.”
“Later, though. Someone wore me out last night.”
“What do you have to do, today? I mean, you just moved into your apartment. You probably want to unpack and return that U-Haul.”
“Yeah. Do you want to come with me? We’ll return the U-Haul, get my car back, and ride to my apartment. I’ll give you the tour, and then we can do dinner and a movie, or something.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
“And I’ll seduce the pants off of you.”
“Hmm. I don’t remember you having any trouble with that, last night.”
“Smart ass.”
“That’s me.”
Thus began their second date, which went exactly how Bill said it would.
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Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them; they own me.
A/N: This follows my drabble " First Date, First Time." Laura wakes up with Bill in her bed and isn't sure how to feel about it. First entry is " Normaling."
Laura Roslin woke up to the unusual sensation of having a man’s arm wrapped around her, his head mere inches from hers. She quickly reviewed the previous night’s events: His name was Bill Adama and they had a blind date that went remarkably well. Multiple sexcapades later, they finally ended up in Laura’s bed. And he had stayed the entire night.
“Good morning,” she felt as well as heard him rumble.
“You stayed the night.”
“I moved in, remember?”
“Hmm. What’s in it for me?”
“You get a live-in sex slave who makes great coffee.”
“I’ll take you up on the coffee. I’m a bit sore right now.”
“Yeah, me too. But happy.”
“Happy?”
“More than I’ve been in years.”
“I’m glad, Bill. You deserve to be happy.”
“So do you, Laura.”
“Coffee would be a step in the right direction.”
“Coming right up.”
When Bill disappeared into her kitchen, Laura was left to contemplate her situation and her feelings about it. She and Bill had sex, world-shatteringly great sex. But before that they had made a connection. When she spoke, he actually listened. She told him about her job, mostly: She wasn’t ready to talk about her family, but she trusted he’d listen to her when she did. Bill was forthcoming about his marriage and its subsequent failure, his sons, and his job. It seemed they were both at a crossroads: Laura’s was a personal one; whereas, Bill’s was a professional one. He had recently retired from the military and had no idea what to do with his life next.
She decided it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time with this man. He was attentive, caring, kind, intelligent, and an amazing lover. Instead of worrying about her heart, she was worried about his. Bill admitted he was happier that morning than he’d been in years. What did that mean? Was he already falling for her? How could she extract herself from him without hurting him? And did she even want to?
That last question scared her the most. What did she want? Laura had been single her whole life. She was overworked, undersexed, and her biological clock was violently ticking. Did she want marriage and a baby? And why, after one night with Bill, was she suddenly concerned about her biological clock? What about Bill? He already had a family. Would he really want another one? With her of all people? Perhaps the scariest thought of all was that she wanted Bill in her life, and she wanted him to want her in his.
Bill’s reappearance in the bedroom startled her out of her thoughts.
“You’re coffee is served.”
“Yum. Sweet and light just how I like it. How’d you know?”
“That’s how you made it last night.”
Laura’s mind worked back to when they had made coffee. It was after their interlude on the kitchen floor. They redressed, made a pot of coffee, and exchanged small talk, trying to work out what their explosive coupling meant. All they worked out was that they were sexually compatible. It wasn’t long before they were making out on her couch. Their mugs abandoned on the coffee table.
But Bill remembered how she liked her coffee. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she was touched by the fact anyway.
“I can’t believe you remembered that.”
“I want to remember everything about you.”
“Why?”
“Because any minute I’m going to wake up realizing this has all been a dream. I want to have enough memories for when that happens.”
“What if this isn’t a dream?”
“Then I’ll thank the God I don’t believe in.”
“You don’t believe in God?”
“No. Is that a problem?”
“No. My own faith is faint at best.”
“Because of your family?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“Ellen mentioned something about it. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry. I thought it was disrespectful of her to tell me something so personal about someone she’d never met herself. But that’s Ellen for you.”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. That Ellen sounds like a piece of work.”
“Oh she is, but I’m grateful for her.”
“Why?”
“She helped bring you into my life. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say things like that.”
“I would say that was a line, but considering our frequency, I’ll accept it as sincere.”
“God help us if I ever did use a line on you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you last night. I mean at all. I didn’t even want to go on our date in the first place. I’m a grumpy old man, Laura. But then...”
“We clicked.”
“Yeah, we did. But could you imagine what we’d be like if I did seduce you?”
“No. But I’d kind of like to find out.”
“Later, though. Someone wore me out last night.”
“What do you have to do, today? I mean, you just moved into your apartment. You probably want to unpack and return that U-Haul.”
“Yeah. Do you want to come with me? We’ll return the U-Haul, get my car back, and ride to my apartment. I’ll give you the tour, and then we can do dinner and a movie, or something.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
“And I’ll seduce the pants off of you.”
“Hmm. I don’t remember you having any trouble with that, last night.”
“Smart ass.”
“That’s me.”
Thus began their second date, which went exactly how Bill said it would.
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