A/R REMIX: "Lawfully His"
Title: Lawfully His
Rating: PG-13
Original fic: Nine-Tenths of the Law
Original author: aka_plynn
Lawfully His
Bill Adama had never wanted to hit a woman that badly before. His body was shaking with the effort to stay in control of himself while his heart was beating painfully in his chest. If Laura had spit him in the face, he wouldn’t have been more surprised. It wasn’t the first time a woman had made a fool of him, but he hadn’t expected it from Laura Roslin. He had always known she wasn’t perfect, but he hadn’t thought her capable of this.
Should he have? Hadn’t he felt an intense dislike for the insufferable school teacher masking herself as a politician the first time they had met? Should he have trusted his instincts? It had taken weeks, months until their relationship had morphed into a friendlier one. Why had he dropped his guard?
Decades ago, his father had told him he had a bad taste in woman. Maybe he should have listened to him after all.
Yet in spite of his original misgivings, the tide had changed. Along the road, they had become friends. Good friends. He had come to trust her, rely on her judgement more and more.
Then there had been Colonial Day.
The moment they had begun swaying to the music, he had known he was falling in love with her. She aggravated him more than most people he knew; yet, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice her beauty, her intelligence, her shrewd sense of humour and her well hidden soft side any longer.
He could still remember the moment he had laid his eyes on her, how she was smiling at the dancing people. She had looked happy, though then her expression had morphed into one of surprise when she had spotted him. He was a patriot, it hadn’t been a lie. It wasn’t what had made him join the festivities, though. He had wanted to congratulate Laura, to offer his support. It hadn’t been his plan to ask her to dance.
On the dance floor, he was a man lost. He was also a man who wanted more than to just dance with the woman in his arms in a public place.
Some things weren’t meant to be. Not with their respective positions, not when humanity’s fate rested on their shoulders. He had reigned in his feelings. A lost chance? Who knew? It had been the right decision, hadn’t it?
And now, she had admitted that she had slept with Lee. His son.
It had been Lee who had undressed her, had tasted her, had seen her swept away by passion. Should he have known?
How much time had Laura and Lee spent with each other and he never had any idea? How often had she smiled at him, made him believe there was more between them? He must have been mistaken.
He could hear his blood roaring in his ears.
“When?”
He asked again, thankful for the barrier of his desk between them. Did it even matter when? It wouldn’t change a thing.
He couldn’t look at her, feared he would break if he did. Didn’t she know he didn’t let people in easily?
Of all the men in the fleet... His own flesh and blood. Was this her idea of a joke? Lee had never said a word. Hades, Bill hadn’t even known Lee had any feelings for Laura. Obviously, he hadn’t known a lot of things.
When she said Colonial Day, he all but laughed out. Wasn’t it ironic she had bedded his son the night he had realised he was in love with her? In this moment, he hated her.
He felt torn into two. Even wanting her out of his cabin, out of his life, he couldn’t switch off his feelings just like that. Who was this woman?
He forced himself to listen. Nothing changed because one turned a blind eye.
Colonial Day. She had slept with his son on Colonial Day, and she claimed she had been drunk.
That night, her hand had felt warm all the way through the fabric of his jacket. He remembered her smile, all soft, happy. He had looked around the room, had seen women dressed up, wished he had thought of finding her something to wear as well, had wondered how she would look like in a long flowing dress. It hadn’t been fair. She gave all for the fleet and took nothing for herself in return.
“On my ship?” It was hard to speak through clenched teeth. His whole body was tense while trying to stay calm even though he felt everything but.
It shouldn’t make a difference, but to him it did. Galactica was more than just a ship to him. It was his home, almost a friend. To think she could have done the deed with his son on Galactica would feel as if she had slapped him right in his face.
He barely heard when she said it had been Colonial One. Relief cursed through his veins before it turned sour with a fresh surge of bitterness. He couldn’t look at her, just couldn’t.
“I had a little more champagne than was wise. It was just once, Bill.”
Just once? A glass broken into a thousand shards couldn’t be fixed again. There wasn’t a ‘just once’ in life. Didn’t she know that much?
“I can’t frakking believe this. You were drunk? That’s your frakking reason?”
He looked up, needed to see if she really believed in what she was saying. Since when was alcohol a valid excuse? At once, he wished he hadn’t. She looked so beautiful, and he could see the despair in her eyes. Usually, he would want to comfort her; now, he wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t any longer.
“No, that’s not my ‘frakking reason’, but it’s a reason.”
So what was her reason?
He should throw her out and have a stiff drink or two or three himself. Only that he wouldn’t go and frak the next best woman afterwards. Didn’t she know that he hadn’t even really looked at any woman for a long time? That it had been her for him and her alone? And he still wanted her. If he believed in the Gods, he’d ask them to help him now. The anger became harder and harder to control. His control snapped, and he barely heard her next words.
“Look, Bill...”
He walked around his desk, stepping into her personal space with his arms coming to lean on the armrests of the chair she favoured whenever she was in his quarters.
“Are you drunk now, Laura?” He couldn’t help but look at her mouth, nearly groaning out when she wet her lips. “Is that what it takes?” He wanted to hurt her, to feel at least some of the pain he was feeling.
She tried to get up, push him away, but he refused to give way. If she thought she could leave, forget about this episode, she was mistaken.
“Frak you.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest after she had tried to push him away one last time.
He laughed out, the sound harsh to his own ears. It wasn’t that long since he had dreamed of frakking her long and hard.
“Apparently I’m not your type, Madame President.”
Since the day Lee was born, there hadn’t been a day he had thought they would compete for the same woman. It was the natural order of things that children were younger, stronger, more beautiful. It wasn’t the natural order of things of a woman not all that much younger than he was to sleep with a young man who could be her son. And what about Lee? He hadn’t known his son had a mother complex.
Bill had always known he wasn’t a beautiful man in the classical sense. It hadn’t mattered before. Was Laura so shallow she went for the smoothness of a young body, paired with hard muscles?
He wasn’t surprised when she said he was indeed not her type. Still, it hurt more than he thought it could after her revelation only a few scarce minutes ago. How many more blows would he be able to take? Hadn’t they all lived too many lives since the end of the colonies?
He remembered Laura at a time where they all had been more carefree. Not ultimately hopeful but more relaxed, more themselves. He had wanted her so much, didn’t see all that many reasons for holding back, yet he had, fearing they would come to regret giving in one day. Somehow he was glad he had kept his distance. Otherwise, he might feel sick to the stomach now.
He almost didn’t hear her next words.
“Fine, you want the whole truth, Bill? You really want to know why?”
A dangerous question.
Tired. He was so tired.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, felt a headache coming and put his glasses on his desk. Laura... she had no idea how fiery she looked right now. How many people had underestimated her, had chalked her up as soft only to learn that Laura Roslin was made of fire and ice? She would burn you either way.
“I’m not sure I can handle any more revelations, Laura.”
It was the truth. Wasn’t it ironic, he felt like being drained of all anger while she only got started.
“I wanted you that night.”
He didn’t believe his ears, froze. What was she trying to tell him here? Did she want to placate him? Was it the truth?
“Yes, you. But that wasn’t possible. Too complicated. But I did, Bill.”
How could he trust her words? There was still a part inside of him that wanted to relent, that saw her reason. It had been their duty to unite the fleet, to find a way to keep the people safe and guide them to an ever saver place. If they had blurred the lines, how could they have gone on with giving their very best to the people who needed them? It was this reasoning that had kept him at a distance.
He would still agree that this had to be the way if she hadn’t just admitted to having been intimate with Lee. Now, she claimed she had wanted him all along. He wasn’t a man of faith, but he wanted to have faith in her.
“You looked so sexy in those dress grays. And then we danced,” she continued.
She stepped closer until they were almost touching. He felt the tremble from deep within, and he held still when all he wanted was to pull her even close. His whole body tensed while he listened to Laura telling him she had wanted him, how good he had felt, that he had made her wet.
His cock twitched at the thought. Without conscious thought, he sat down at the edge of his desk, pulled Laura close so he could feel her pressed against him, could smell the intoxicating scent of her skin. They still were Admiral and President, still had responsibilities, but right now, he was ready to frak them all, was ready to frak Laura. At the end of the day, he was a red-blooded man who had denied himself the pleasure of being with the woman he loved for too long.
He would make sure she never had a reason to be with another man ever again. She was his. His alone.
The anger and pain inside him welled up one last time. Why hadn’t she come to him? Why? If she had had to sin, why not with him?
“So, what then? You figured the next best thing?” He had to know. Just had to. She didn’t shy away, didn’t tell him to go to Hades. Instead she said he was right, repeated she had wanted him.
His hands stroked up and down her body, unable to let go, wanting more. His right hand tangled in her hair, guided her to look at him.
“Are you drunk now, Laura?”
“No.”
A single word, and it changed it all.
“Good.”
Pulling her in for a hard kiss, giving in to his feelings, feelings he had buried for way too long, he vowed this would never happen again. She tasted intoxicating, and he knew this wouldn’t be as he had always dreamed it would be. This wouldn’t be a gentle love making.
Well, maybe next time. That there would be a next time, there was no doubt in his mind.
When he was done with her she would never think of going to Lee again. This impossible woman would never have reason to think of anyone else but him again. Ever.
***
Running his hand over her naked arm, he thought her skin was softer than he had thought it would be. He couldn’t get enough of touching her, of her little hums of contentment. He pressed a kiss onto her shoulder, grinned when she snuggled even closer.
“Give an old man a bit of time to recharge, will you?”
“You’re everything but an old man.”
“And now you’re flattering my ego.”
And she could do so all night if she felt like it. In spite of how they had ended up here, he couldn’t fault the result. He still was in love with Laura, maybe more than ever and although he hadn’t thought it would be that easy, he had already forgiven her. The promise not to kill Lee had come easier over his lips than he had expected.
He loved his son, always would, but sleeping with Laura wasn’t something he could deal with easily. Even when Lee didn’t know about his father’s feelings for Laura, Bill still couldn’t get over the fact he had laid his hands on someone he shouldn’t have. Bill’s fingers itched from wanting to get his hands on Lee. He was of a mind to beat such ideas out of him forever.
“Bill.”
One word but uttered so softly, he couldn’t help himself, had to smile. She knew what he was thinking; of course, she did.
“I promised not to kill him.”
She chuckled once. “Good. Just don’t forget about it.”
He felt himself relaxing and sleep was tugging at him; still, he didn’t want to give in just yet. “Laura?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
She turned in his embrace, placed a kiss on his chin.
“I love you, too.”
* End *
Rating: PG-13
Original fic: Nine-Tenths of the Law
Original author: aka_plynn
Lawfully His
Bill Adama had never wanted to hit a woman that badly before. His body was shaking with the effort to stay in control of himself while his heart was beating painfully in his chest. If Laura had spit him in the face, he wouldn’t have been more surprised. It wasn’t the first time a woman had made a fool of him, but he hadn’t expected it from Laura Roslin. He had always known she wasn’t perfect, but he hadn’t thought her capable of this.
Should he have? Hadn’t he felt an intense dislike for the insufferable school teacher masking herself as a politician the first time they had met? Should he have trusted his instincts? It had taken weeks, months until their relationship had morphed into a friendlier one. Why had he dropped his guard?
Decades ago, his father had told him he had a bad taste in woman. Maybe he should have listened to him after all.
Yet in spite of his original misgivings, the tide had changed. Along the road, they had become friends. Good friends. He had come to trust her, rely on her judgement more and more.
Then there had been Colonial Day.
The moment they had begun swaying to the music, he had known he was falling in love with her. She aggravated him more than most people he knew; yet, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice her beauty, her intelligence, her shrewd sense of humour and her well hidden soft side any longer.
He could still remember the moment he had laid his eyes on her, how she was smiling at the dancing people. She had looked happy, though then her expression had morphed into one of surprise when she had spotted him. He was a patriot, it hadn’t been a lie. It wasn’t what had made him join the festivities, though. He had wanted to congratulate Laura, to offer his support. It hadn’t been his plan to ask her to dance.
On the dance floor, he was a man lost. He was also a man who wanted more than to just dance with the woman in his arms in a public place.
Some things weren’t meant to be. Not with their respective positions, not when humanity’s fate rested on their shoulders. He had reigned in his feelings. A lost chance? Who knew? It had been the right decision, hadn’t it?
And now, she had admitted that she had slept with Lee. His son.
It had been Lee who had undressed her, had tasted her, had seen her swept away by passion. Should he have known?
How much time had Laura and Lee spent with each other and he never had any idea? How often had she smiled at him, made him believe there was more between them? He must have been mistaken.
He could hear his blood roaring in his ears.
“When?”
He asked again, thankful for the barrier of his desk between them. Did it even matter when? It wouldn’t change a thing.
He couldn’t look at her, feared he would break if he did. Didn’t she know he didn’t let people in easily?
Of all the men in the fleet... His own flesh and blood. Was this her idea of a joke? Lee had never said a word. Hades, Bill hadn’t even known Lee had any feelings for Laura. Obviously, he hadn’t known a lot of things.
When she said Colonial Day, he all but laughed out. Wasn’t it ironic she had bedded his son the night he had realised he was in love with her? In this moment, he hated her.
He felt torn into two. Even wanting her out of his cabin, out of his life, he couldn’t switch off his feelings just like that. Who was this woman?
He forced himself to listen. Nothing changed because one turned a blind eye.
Colonial Day. She had slept with his son on Colonial Day, and she claimed she had been drunk.
That night, her hand had felt warm all the way through the fabric of his jacket. He remembered her smile, all soft, happy. He had looked around the room, had seen women dressed up, wished he had thought of finding her something to wear as well, had wondered how she would look like in a long flowing dress. It hadn’t been fair. She gave all for the fleet and took nothing for herself in return.
“On my ship?” It was hard to speak through clenched teeth. His whole body was tense while trying to stay calm even though he felt everything but.
It shouldn’t make a difference, but to him it did. Galactica was more than just a ship to him. It was his home, almost a friend. To think she could have done the deed with his son on Galactica would feel as if she had slapped him right in his face.
He barely heard when she said it had been Colonial One. Relief cursed through his veins before it turned sour with a fresh surge of bitterness. He couldn’t look at her, just couldn’t.
“I had a little more champagne than was wise. It was just once, Bill.”
Just once? A glass broken into a thousand shards couldn’t be fixed again. There wasn’t a ‘just once’ in life. Didn’t she know that much?
“I can’t frakking believe this. You were drunk? That’s your frakking reason?”
He looked up, needed to see if she really believed in what she was saying. Since when was alcohol a valid excuse? At once, he wished he hadn’t. She looked so beautiful, and he could see the despair in her eyes. Usually, he would want to comfort her; now, he wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t any longer.
“No, that’s not my ‘frakking reason’, but it’s a reason.”
So what was her reason?
He should throw her out and have a stiff drink or two or three himself. Only that he wouldn’t go and frak the next best woman afterwards. Didn’t she know that he hadn’t even really looked at any woman for a long time? That it had been her for him and her alone? And he still wanted her. If he believed in the Gods, he’d ask them to help him now. The anger became harder and harder to control. His control snapped, and he barely heard her next words.
“Look, Bill...”
He walked around his desk, stepping into her personal space with his arms coming to lean on the armrests of the chair she favoured whenever she was in his quarters.
“Are you drunk now, Laura?” He couldn’t help but look at her mouth, nearly groaning out when she wet her lips. “Is that what it takes?” He wanted to hurt her, to feel at least some of the pain he was feeling.
She tried to get up, push him away, but he refused to give way. If she thought she could leave, forget about this episode, she was mistaken.
“Frak you.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest after she had tried to push him away one last time.
He laughed out, the sound harsh to his own ears. It wasn’t that long since he had dreamed of frakking her long and hard.
“Apparently I’m not your type, Madame President.”
Since the day Lee was born, there hadn’t been a day he had thought they would compete for the same woman. It was the natural order of things that children were younger, stronger, more beautiful. It wasn’t the natural order of things of a woman not all that much younger than he was to sleep with a young man who could be her son. And what about Lee? He hadn’t known his son had a mother complex.
Bill had always known he wasn’t a beautiful man in the classical sense. It hadn’t mattered before. Was Laura so shallow she went for the smoothness of a young body, paired with hard muscles?
He wasn’t surprised when she said he was indeed not her type. Still, it hurt more than he thought it could after her revelation only a few scarce minutes ago. How many more blows would he be able to take? Hadn’t they all lived too many lives since the end of the colonies?
He remembered Laura at a time where they all had been more carefree. Not ultimately hopeful but more relaxed, more themselves. He had wanted her so much, didn’t see all that many reasons for holding back, yet he had, fearing they would come to regret giving in one day. Somehow he was glad he had kept his distance. Otherwise, he might feel sick to the stomach now.
He almost didn’t hear her next words.
“Fine, you want the whole truth, Bill? You really want to know why?”
A dangerous question.
Tired. He was so tired.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, felt a headache coming and put his glasses on his desk. Laura... she had no idea how fiery she looked right now. How many people had underestimated her, had chalked her up as soft only to learn that Laura Roslin was made of fire and ice? She would burn you either way.
“I’m not sure I can handle any more revelations, Laura.”
It was the truth. Wasn’t it ironic, he felt like being drained of all anger while she only got started.
“I wanted you that night.”
He didn’t believe his ears, froze. What was she trying to tell him here? Did she want to placate him? Was it the truth?
“Yes, you. But that wasn’t possible. Too complicated. But I did, Bill.”
How could he trust her words? There was still a part inside of him that wanted to relent, that saw her reason. It had been their duty to unite the fleet, to find a way to keep the people safe and guide them to an ever saver place. If they had blurred the lines, how could they have gone on with giving their very best to the people who needed them? It was this reasoning that had kept him at a distance.
He would still agree that this had to be the way if she hadn’t just admitted to having been intimate with Lee. Now, she claimed she had wanted him all along. He wasn’t a man of faith, but he wanted to have faith in her.
“You looked so sexy in those dress grays. And then we danced,” she continued.
She stepped closer until they were almost touching. He felt the tremble from deep within, and he held still when all he wanted was to pull her even close. His whole body tensed while he listened to Laura telling him she had wanted him, how good he had felt, that he had made her wet.
His cock twitched at the thought. Without conscious thought, he sat down at the edge of his desk, pulled Laura close so he could feel her pressed against him, could smell the intoxicating scent of her skin. They still were Admiral and President, still had responsibilities, but right now, he was ready to frak them all, was ready to frak Laura. At the end of the day, he was a red-blooded man who had denied himself the pleasure of being with the woman he loved for too long.
He would make sure she never had a reason to be with another man ever again. She was his. His alone.
The anger and pain inside him welled up one last time. Why hadn’t she come to him? Why? If she had had to sin, why not with him?
“So, what then? You figured the next best thing?” He had to know. Just had to. She didn’t shy away, didn’t tell him to go to Hades. Instead she said he was right, repeated she had wanted him.
His hands stroked up and down her body, unable to let go, wanting more. His right hand tangled in her hair, guided her to look at him.
“Are you drunk now, Laura?”
“No.”
A single word, and it changed it all.
“Good.”
Pulling her in for a hard kiss, giving in to his feelings, feelings he had buried for way too long, he vowed this would never happen again. She tasted intoxicating, and he knew this wouldn’t be as he had always dreamed it would be. This wouldn’t be a gentle love making.
Well, maybe next time. That there would be a next time, there was no doubt in his mind.
When he was done with her she would never think of going to Lee again. This impossible woman would never have reason to think of anyone else but him again. Ever.
***
Running his hand over her naked arm, he thought her skin was softer than he had thought it would be. He couldn’t get enough of touching her, of her little hums of contentment. He pressed a kiss onto her shoulder, grinned when she snuggled even closer.
“Give an old man a bit of time to recharge, will you?”
“You’re everything but an old man.”
“And now you’re flattering my ego.”
And she could do so all night if she felt like it. In spite of how they had ended up here, he couldn’t fault the result. He still was in love with Laura, maybe more than ever and although he hadn’t thought it would be that easy, he had already forgiven her. The promise not to kill Lee had come easier over his lips than he had expected.
He loved his son, always would, but sleeping with Laura wasn’t something he could deal with easily. Even when Lee didn’t know about his father’s feelings for Laura, Bill still couldn’t get over the fact he had laid his hands on someone he shouldn’t have. Bill’s fingers itched from wanting to get his hands on Lee. He was of a mind to beat such ideas out of him forever.
“Bill.”
One word but uttered so softly, he couldn’t help himself, had to smile. She knew what he was thinking; of course, she did.
“I promised not to kill him.”
She chuckled once. “Good. Just don’t forget about it.”
He felt himself relaxing and sleep was tugging at him; still, he didn’t want to give in just yet. “Laura?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
She turned in his embrace, placed a kiss on his chin.
“I love you, too.”
* End *