"Bedside Manner" - an Adama/Roslin fic
Title: Bedside Manner
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
A/N: This is a belated birthday offering for whatever_lj who requested something where Laura and Bill were "bashing Baltar." A HUGE thank you to the lovely nixmom and larsfarm77 for their beta skillage of WIN.
“And then, the little frakker had the audacity to question my whereabouts during the Ground Breaking ceremony, that smug, slimy, piece of…”
For the better part of the last twenty minutes, Bill Adama sat, slightly amused, slightly cautious as Laura paced back and forth, cursing New Caprica and its President. As much as he was delighted to see her again, he was slightly afraid to interrupt her when she was in this kind of mood.
It had been difficult for them the last few months, to maintain a somewhat normal relationship with Gauis frakking Baltar severely restricting trips to and from the planet by the military. This was the first time in nearly four weeks that Laura had been able to sneak away for a night to visit Bill on Galactica. Bill had imagined their reunion progressing a little differently. He had hoped that he would get the chance to show Laura just how much he had missed her. He grinned in spite of himself, hopefully what he had planned wasn’t totally off the menu, he knew from experience that Laura usually craved sex after - or during - a particularly passionate debate.
“How anyone voted for him is beyond me! He’s..” Bill silenced her with a kiss, she had been so absorbed in her own ramblings she hadn’t noticed him move from the couch.
“Mmm.” She finished lamely; a lazy, content smile graced her face for the first time in weeks.
“I’ve missed you.” Bill rasped as he ducked his head down to pepper her jaw with kisses.
“I’ve missed you too…Mmm…Bill! Have you been ignoring me this whole time?” Her anger had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the man who had kept her away from Bill and his ridiculously talented mouth for so long.
“Laura,” His voice was weary. “As much as I hate that frakweasel, and as much as I understand your need to vent, I haven’t seen you in weeks. And I’ve been driving myself crazy all day just thinking about being with you again.” He trailed his mouth lower, to nip playfully at the sensitive skin at her collarbone. “No more talk about Baltar, I don’t want him here, just think about us, ok?” His soft plea, and the utter sincerity in his voice made Laura’s knees weak and she allowed the pleasant sensations that Bill was currently inducing take her over.
When Bill’s mouth came into contact with her nipple through the fabric of her worn sweater, she completely lost the ability to think or speak coherently and simply revealed in the sensations he was creating in her.
***
It wasn’t until nearly an hour later that Laura regained her ability to speak. Sprawled on her back in Bill’s rack, chest heaving, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat she turned to Bill, who was beside her, propped up on his elbow, with a well deserved smirk on his face.
“You really missed me.” She observed, her voice was still hoarse.
“Yeah,” He chuckled. “ I really did.” His broad hands smoothed the wild strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
“I miss having you here, in my rack.” His soft confession made her heart ache. At least down on the planet, Laura had a schoolroom full of children to keep her occupied, and having a tent pitched next to the Tigh’s was certainly interesting. Laura couldn’t say that her life was exactly boring down on New Caprica. But Bill, he had lost most of his men, he was running the ship with a skeleton crew, all of his loved ones had moved off of Galactica.
“I miss your rack too.” She giggled and Bill’s frown. “I especially miss sharing it with you.” She twisted his dog tags around her fingers and drew him close so she could kiss the arrogant smirk off his face.
“ And I loathe that frakking piece of garbage who calls himself the President, for keeping me away from you.” She groaned as they parted. Bill grimaced at the mention of Baltar again.
“You promised not to talk about him anymore.” He gave her a pained look. Laura stifled the urge to giggle, he was completely adorable in this moment. His hair stuck out in about twenty different directions, his upper arms and neck were covered in marks left by her teeth and nails, his gorgeous, deep, blue eyes were shinning with desire and love for her. It made her want him all over again.
“Sorry.” She sighed, her hand caught his own. His thumb lovingly traced her wrist.
“S’ok. What time do you have to leave?”
“Early, very early. I have to sneak back down on Jack’s raptor at 0500 hours. He’s here for the night, ‘collecting medical supplies.’ He let me hitch a ride up here.” She sighed, snuggling deeper into Bill’s embrace.
“Mmm. That’s nice of him.”
“The man owes me 20 cubits from our last Triad game. Trust me, he’s just avoiding paying up.”
“Heh. That sounds like Jack all right, he was always a lousy Triad player.” Laura hummed in affirmation.
“Though if that frakker, Baltar, minded his own godsdamned business, I could stay here for weeks. School’s out for the summer holidays pretty soon.”
“Laura,” Bill sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t think you understand how much I really don’t want to think about, or talk about Gauis frakking Baltar while we’re in bed.”
“Hmm.” Laura pursed her lips, she didn’t trust herself to resist the urge to take one more swipe at Baltar. She lay her head back down on Bill’s smooth chest, and contently traced her hand along the muted red scar that bisected his chest.
“You’re up next.” She said after a few moments.
“Heh. I just had a go.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she playfully hit him.
“Nooo. I mean next month, it’s your turn to come and visit me. It’s getting harder for me to justify leaving the school.” She explained patiently.
“Hmph. What if I just keep you up here? Tell them that I’m holding New Caprica’s senior teacher hostage.” Bill suggested, he’d much rather have Laura in the privacy and shelter of his quarters. The locked hatch meant that they could be as loud and … adventurous, as they wanted without fear of getting caught. The fact that he had access to hot, running water was also a bonus.
“Oh yes, I’m sure they’ll all understand that I’m needed here as the Admiral’s personal sex slave.” Laura giggled.
“Who said anything about you being my sex slave? I’m giving you free reign here! I’d be all yours, however you want me.” He circled his hips against her own to emphasize his point, making her giggle even harder.
“Now that’s a promising proposition.” Laura scooted upwards to place a lingering kiss against his lips.
“We’ll make it work Laura, I promise.” He whispered against her mouth. His broad hand swept the length of her back, pulling her closer.
“Mmm.” Laura hummed in agreement. “Next time is in my tent Adama, don’t think you’re getting off so easily.” She murmured before settling in her lover’s embrace and drifting off.
“ Yes M’am.” He chuckled before joining his lover in slumber.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
A/N: This is a belated birthday offering for whatever_lj who requested something where Laura and Bill were "bashing Baltar." A HUGE thank you to the lovely nixmom and larsfarm77 for their beta skillage of WIN.
“And then, the little frakker had the audacity to question my whereabouts during the Ground Breaking ceremony, that smug, slimy, piece of…”
For the better part of the last twenty minutes, Bill Adama sat, slightly amused, slightly cautious as Laura paced back and forth, cursing New Caprica and its President. As much as he was delighted to see her again, he was slightly afraid to interrupt her when she was in this kind of mood.
It had been difficult for them the last few months, to maintain a somewhat normal relationship with Gauis frakking Baltar severely restricting trips to and from the planet by the military. This was the first time in nearly four weeks that Laura had been able to sneak away for a night to visit Bill on Galactica. Bill had imagined their reunion progressing a little differently. He had hoped that he would get the chance to show Laura just how much he had missed her. He grinned in spite of himself, hopefully what he had planned wasn’t totally off the menu, he knew from experience that Laura usually craved sex after - or during - a particularly passionate debate.
“How anyone voted for him is beyond me! He’s..” Bill silenced her with a kiss, she had been so absorbed in her own ramblings she hadn’t noticed him move from the couch.
“Mmm.” She finished lamely; a lazy, content smile graced her face for the first time in weeks.
“I’ve missed you.” Bill rasped as he ducked his head down to pepper her jaw with kisses.
“I’ve missed you too…Mmm…Bill! Have you been ignoring me this whole time?” Her anger had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the man who had kept her away from Bill and his ridiculously talented mouth for so long.
“Laura,” His voice was weary. “As much as I hate that frakweasel, and as much as I understand your need to vent, I haven’t seen you in weeks. And I’ve been driving myself crazy all day just thinking about being with you again.” He trailed his mouth lower, to nip playfully at the sensitive skin at her collarbone. “No more talk about Baltar, I don’t want him here, just think about us, ok?” His soft plea, and the utter sincerity in his voice made Laura’s knees weak and she allowed the pleasant sensations that Bill was currently inducing take her over.
When Bill’s mouth came into contact with her nipple through the fabric of her worn sweater, she completely lost the ability to think or speak coherently and simply revealed in the sensations he was creating in her.
***
It wasn’t until nearly an hour later that Laura regained her ability to speak. Sprawled on her back in Bill’s rack, chest heaving, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat she turned to Bill, who was beside her, propped up on his elbow, with a well deserved smirk on his face.
“You really missed me.” She observed, her voice was still hoarse.
“Yeah,” He chuckled. “ I really did.” His broad hands smoothed the wild strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
“I miss having you here, in my rack.” His soft confession made her heart ache. At least down on the planet, Laura had a schoolroom full of children to keep her occupied, and having a tent pitched next to the Tigh’s was certainly interesting. Laura couldn’t say that her life was exactly boring down on New Caprica. But Bill, he had lost most of his men, he was running the ship with a skeleton crew, all of his loved ones had moved off of Galactica.
“I miss your rack too.” She giggled and Bill’s frown. “I especially miss sharing it with you.” She twisted his dog tags around her fingers and drew him close so she could kiss the arrogant smirk off his face.
“ And I loathe that frakking piece of garbage who calls himself the President, for keeping me away from you.” She groaned as they parted. Bill grimaced at the mention of Baltar again.
“You promised not to talk about him anymore.” He gave her a pained look. Laura stifled the urge to giggle, he was completely adorable in this moment. His hair stuck out in about twenty different directions, his upper arms and neck were covered in marks left by her teeth and nails, his gorgeous, deep, blue eyes were shinning with desire and love for her. It made her want him all over again.
“Sorry.” She sighed, her hand caught his own. His thumb lovingly traced her wrist.
“S’ok. What time do you have to leave?”
“Early, very early. I have to sneak back down on Jack’s raptor at 0500 hours. He’s here for the night, ‘collecting medical supplies.’ He let me hitch a ride up here.” She sighed, snuggling deeper into Bill’s embrace.
“Mmm. That’s nice of him.”
“The man owes me 20 cubits from our last Triad game. Trust me, he’s just avoiding paying up.”
“Heh. That sounds like Jack all right, he was always a lousy Triad player.” Laura hummed in affirmation.
“Though if that frakker, Baltar, minded his own godsdamned business, I could stay here for weeks. School’s out for the summer holidays pretty soon.”
“Laura,” Bill sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t think you understand how much I really don’t want to think about, or talk about Gauis frakking Baltar while we’re in bed.”
“Hmm.” Laura pursed her lips, she didn’t trust herself to resist the urge to take one more swipe at Baltar. She lay her head back down on Bill’s smooth chest, and contently traced her hand along the muted red scar that bisected his chest.
“You’re up next.” She said after a few moments.
“Heh. I just had a go.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she playfully hit him.
“Nooo. I mean next month, it’s your turn to come and visit me. It’s getting harder for me to justify leaving the school.” She explained patiently.
“Hmph. What if I just keep you up here? Tell them that I’m holding New Caprica’s senior teacher hostage.” Bill suggested, he’d much rather have Laura in the privacy and shelter of his quarters. The locked hatch meant that they could be as loud and … adventurous, as they wanted without fear of getting caught. The fact that he had access to hot, running water was also a bonus.
“Oh yes, I’m sure they’ll all understand that I’m needed here as the Admiral’s personal sex slave.” Laura giggled.
“Who said anything about you being my sex slave? I’m giving you free reign here! I’d be all yours, however you want me.” He circled his hips against her own to emphasize his point, making her giggle even harder.
“Now that’s a promising proposition.” Laura scooted upwards to place a lingering kiss against his lips.
“We’ll make it work Laura, I promise.” He whispered against her mouth. His broad hand swept the length of her back, pulling her closer.
“Mmm.” Laura hummed in agreement. “Next time is in my tent Adama, don’t think you’re getting off so easily.” She murmured before settling in her lover’s embrace and drifting off.
“ Yes M’am.” He chuckled before joining his lover in slumber.