Laura raised herself up on her elbow and shot Bill's back an indignant look. She'd never been refused by a man and that was before she had the advantage of being the most powerful woman in the worlds.

Did I misread something here?

"Where do you think you're going, Bill Adama?"

He turned back to look at the president, surprised she was even still awake.

"As I said, to CIC."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Why?"

His brow furrowed in concern.

Is she so out of it she can't remember where I work? Maybe I should call Billy and have him sit with her.

"Well, that's where I take my shifts, Madame President," he began, his tone more appropriate for a frightened, wounded animal than an adult woman lounging in his bed. "Would you like for me to call Billy to stay with you. He can get you anything you need."

She snorted.

Now that image certainly could kill the mood.

"Admiral, I highly doubt Billy would be able to give me what I need." At his confused look, she continued. "Get over here. Now."

She punctuated the order with a tap on the bed and he slowly obeyed. He sat down next to her and was about to ask what she exactly it was that she needed when she told him by launching herself into his chest and claiming his lips hungrily with her own.

His brain momentarily ceased to function as he took in the taste of her, the feel of her hands running through his hair, and the sensation of her chest rubbing seductively against his own. At the thought of her breasts, however, he came back to himself.

Breasts. Pain. Gods damnit, she's drugged again. Frak!

Reluctantly he pulled away, drawing a moan of protest from her now lonely lips.

He cupped her face in both of his hands and looked into her eyes but instead of the haze of pain meds he'd grown used to seeing he found only desire tinged with confusion.

"Laura, do you feel drugged? I mean, from the pills that…" He trailed off awkwardly and Laura giggled.

"Bill, I've been pumped full of stuff these past few weeks that would down a Tauron bison. Two little pain pills aren't enough to cloud my judgment about what I want."

Fair point.

"And what is it that you want, Laura?"

His voice was low and seductive and she couldn't stand not touching his skin for a single second longer. She tugged at the shoulders of his uniform and then moved to struggle with the complicated rows of buttons. She growled in frustration when the damn thing didn't come off as easily as it had in her fantasies.

"I want this off. Now, soldier."

He chuckled at the desperation in her voice and expertly freed himself from the wool. He barely had time to toss it to the ground before she was kissing him again and running her hands over his biceps.

Now this is better than in my fantasies. Boxing is an even better sport than I thought.

She was far more aggressive than she'd even been in his fantasies, nipping at his lips and positioning herself where she could grind against his thigh. As she reached up to bite his ear, he realized she was breathing heavily and his mind wandering back to the earlier incident that landed her in Life Station.

What the frak do you think you're doing, Bill? You're going to kill her.

He tried to pull back but Laura kept him locked on her mouth. Eventually, when she came up for air, he was able to position his face a safe distance away but that didn't seem to deter her attempts to continue the assault.

"Laura, stop."

She pouted as only a president could, a threatening look punctuating her displeasure at being deterred from her goal.

"Laura, I want this, I really do but we can't do this right now. You're still not…"

The president clamped a delicate hand over his mouth and glared fully at him.

"Admiral Adama, you have a pretty high opinion of your prowess if you think you're going to frak me to death. If you say I'm not strong enough I am going to go find Billy, I swear to Gods."

He grimaced involuntarily and then paused to consider the words she'd spoken that didn't allude to assaulting her gangly aide.

Trust her.

He momentarily wondered when his subconscious started sounding like Jack Cottle before making his decision.

"I'll show you prowess, Madame President."

She drew in a sharp breath as his mouth found her neck and he began to lick, nibble and suck his way down her chest. When he reached the opening of her blouse she scrambled to unbutton it and shrug it off her shoulders. With practiced hands she found the clasp of her bra and divested herself of that as well.

Bill Adama leaned back to look at what he'd been dreaming of seeing for much longer than he would admit. However, he failed to reign in his gasp as he took in the jutting of her ribs and the harsh bruises dotting the pale skin of her arms and breasts. Her eyes went wide in alarm when she remembered how she'd looked to herself in the mirror that morning.

Frak. What were you thinking? He doesn't want to frak his fragile china doll. He's going to run. Bad idea, Laura, bad idea. Sympathy kiss was bad enough. Get out of here before you force the man into a sympathy frak.

"Oh, Gods. This was a mistake," she muttered while searching the bed frantically for her clothes. "I forgot I, I mean…" She trailed off and made to push him aside enough to let her escape.

He stopped her with two strong arms on her shoulders. When she froze he used his left hand to trace a gentle path along her shoulder blade and up her neck before landing at her chin and cupping it with his palm. There were tears in her eyes when she reluctantly relented to his gaze.

"You're beautiful, Laura." He kissed her lips softly and pulled away when he felt the wetness of her tears on his own cheeks.

She was about to object when he wordlessly pulled his tanks over his head, exposing the still angry scar that bisected his chest. It was Laura's turn to gasp. Logically she knew it was there; she'd seen it in Life Station as he lay unconscious after being shot. But being confronted with it, like this, reminded her how very close they had both come to death.

Before she could fall too far into melancholy Bill found her fingers and slowly guided them to trace the puffy, red skin. When she'd thoroughly explored it with her hands she leaned forward and kissed down the edges of each side, a chorus of reassurances in her head matching time with her ministrations.

He's alive. I'm alive. We're both alive.

He sat still while she performed this ritual and when she pulled back she noticed his gaze went immediately to her chest. He was asking permission and she couldn't deny it. She was thoroughly surprised she didn't even want to.

She took his fingers as gently as he had her own and pulled them to her left breast, tracing them around the spot where the tumor had sat, marked now only by tiny scars from the biopsy that came too late.

Bill leaned down to kiss the skin but suddenly looked up, apprehensive.

"Does it hurt? Should I not…"

She cut him off by pushing his head down again. He kissed lightly at first, still worried about causing pain, before finding and gently suckling her nipple.

Her moan was immediate and shivers radiated through her body. He looked up to ask again if she was alright and saw her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Gods, Bill, don't stop. Feels good."

On her command he continued, using his tongue and teeth on both breasts as she moaned and writhed in his arms.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" He looked up to grin at her and realized there were tears threatening once again. "Oh, Gods, I hurt you. I'm so sorry, Laura, maybe this…"

She swooped down and shut him up with a kiss.

"You didn't hurt me. Quite the contrary. I'd just started to think I'd never feel anything but pain there ever again. Thank you." She brushed her fingers across his cheek fondly and then, without warning, burst out laughing.

He chuckled along, confused, but couldn't help be amused by her giggle fit. When she finally calmed enough to speak she rested her forehead against his.

"I'm sorry, Bill, but we've just managed to pull off the most depressing foreplay ever known to man. Probably Cylon too. Frak, what a pair we are."

He laughed first this time, now in on the joke, and they held each other until the giggles subsided.

"Alright," he said in his command tone, "let's start over. I think this began with you telling me what you needed."

"Yes, sir. And you followed that up with an impressive analysis of your sexual prowess. Let's combine both, shall we?"

Before he knew what was happening, Laura Roslin's long legs were encircling his waist, her pelvis grinding against his own. Only when he reached down to stroke her thigh did her realize that, at some point without his knowledge, she'd removed her pants and now sat on top of him wearing only a slight bit of silk.

He groaned, trying not to lose control at the simple realization that his favorite fantasy had just come true.

"You've wanted my legs around you since the day we met, haven't you, Admiral?"

She let loose that amazing purr and increased the movement of her hips.

Bill had one final thought before abandoning his conscious brain to her desire.

You had that one wrong, Old Man. Laura Roslin won't break.

But she will very likely break you.

***FIN***