'Incandescent - Part Three' - Adama/Roslin Fic

[defyingnormalcy]

Title: Incandescent - Part Three 
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. 
A/N: Written for the ever fabulous nixmom's birthday. Her prompt was a fic where we see how/when/ and why Laura falls for BBE Bill. Many thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement and to bugsfic for her invaluable beta and support.

Part Two is HERE

Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do.

- Margaret Atwood "Variations on the Word Love"

The hatch of Bill’s quarters swung open violently to admit a dangerously angry Admiral. His shoulders  were slumped forward and a stern look clouded his features. His less than graceful entrance startled Laura from her reclined position on his couch.

As soon as she saw the crimson stains in his uniform she was off the couch and rushing after him to the head. The volume of poetry that she had been reading went flying, and she did not bother to tuck her blouse back into skirt.

“What happened?”

He grimaced and with one hand began to unbutton his tunic. She batted his hands away and with trembling fingers she took over.

“Bill, what the frak happened and why aren’t you in sickbay?”

“Frak sickbay. I’m fine. Just a scratch.” He winced as she peeled away the top half of his uniform and began to inspect the gash in the skin of his left shoulder.

“Frak!” he shouted as she took a washcloth by his sink and applied pressure to the broken skin. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“We need to apply pressure to this, and then call Cottle - “

“Frak Cottle,” he repeated. “It’s not that deep, it doesn’t need stitches. Just need to wrap it up. Here, I can do that.” He took the cloth from her hands and began to clean the wound himself.

Laura let out the breath that she had been unconsciously holding and fixed him with a stern glare. She wiped the sweat from her brow, mindful not to get any blood on her face.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“We were replacing some of the larger gears on the belt. One of them got jammed and we tried to yank it out. Lost my grip and one of the frakking teeth grazed me,” he grumbled unhappily as he set the washcloth aside.

Laura placed her hands on his bare shoulders and forced him to turn around so he was facing her.

“You broke your promise,” she whispered.

His gaze softened.

“Nah. I’m fine, see?” He flexed his shoulder and she could tell he was biting back a groan of pain.

Laura said nothing. She reached for the discarded washcloth again and ran it under some warm water. With deliberate hands, she went about cleaning away the rest of the blood that had trickled down his upper arm and pectoral muscle. She could feel the steady beating of his heart through the fabric of his tanks and she took comfort in the rhythmic thump, thump, thump beneath her fingertips.

She could properly see the gash now, and had to admit to herself that he was right. Laura was relieved that didn’t look deep enough for stitches, but it would certainly leave a scar in his olive skin.

He covered her hand on his chest with his own and again she was struck by how comfortable she felt with the gesture. His other hand cupped her cheek lightly, his thumb traced from her cheekbone to her jaw. The feather light touch had her trembling. She could feel herself growing wetter with each swipe of his thumb against her skin.

He was standing close enough that she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

She could detect his racing heart beneath their intertwined hands. It’s frantic rhythm matched her own. He gave her wrist a slight tug and she fell into his orbit, pressing her body flush against his solid frame.

She tilted her head forward, barely brushing her lips against his. The scrape of his flesh against her own sent shivers down her spine.

“Commander!” The hatch swung forward with a clang and Laura jumped. Cottle’s annoyed bark bounced off the bulkhead of Adama’s quarters.

Their hands flew off of one another as though they had touched fire.

Flushed scarlet with embarrassment and arousal, Laura watched Bill retreat from the head to greet Cottle.

Laura took a moment to calm her breathing and wash her hands. She willed the fluttering in her stomach to cease before stepping outside of the head herself.

The two men were seated on Adama’s couch. Cottle had his medical kit open and was wrapping Bill’s shoulder while mumbling about his superior officer’s stubbornness.

“Don’t tell me that you went and got yourself injured as well!” Cottle exclaimed when he saw the small blood stain on her blouse from where she had brushed against his wound.

“No! I was assisting the Commander,” she said, “I helped him clean the wound.” Laura bit her lip; she could feel a fresh peal of laughter trying to burst through.

Cottle narrowed his eyes at her before settling back into addressing Adama’s injured shoulder.

“You’re blood work came back,” he said. “I’d be happy to go over it with you in private when you have some time.”

Bill winced silently as Cottle strapped the bandage firmly to his shoulder.

“Was it normal?”  Laura asked.

Cottle looked at Laura, and then at Bill, then back at Laura.

“Wouldn’t you prefer we discuss this in private?” Cottle said.

“Was it normal?” She repeated.

“As normal as could be. X-rays didn’t show any advanced growth either. You’re free to go back to Colonial One for the night if you’d like. But I would still insist that you take it easy. You of all people would benefit from a day off every now and again.”

Cottle turned his attention back to Adama.

“You are not to do any heavy lifting for the next few days. This isn’t deep, but you’re no young buck. It is going to take a few days at least to heal properly. You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.”

He snapped his medical kit shut, nodded to his superior officers, and let himself out of Adama’s cabin.

Laura walked over to the couch to find Bill slumped forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, his head slightly downcast.

“He give you something for the pain?” she asked.

“Yeah, a shot. Said it would last a couple hours.”

He lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“Look, about what happened earlier -“

“Don’t,” she cut him off as she sat next to him. “Don’t apologize, please. It was mutual. We’ve both been under a great deal of stress lately. It’s only natural that it would manifest itself as a different kind of tension,” she reasoned nervously.

“So that’s all it was? Stress?” He sounded hurt.

Laura didn’t know how to respond.

Bill took advantage of her momentary silence and leaned forward, well into her personal space. His right hand brushed back an errant lock of hair that curled against her cheek and he placed a lingering kiss against the corner of her lips.

She closed her eyes, relishing the contact.

A slight moan escaped her, and he took the opportunity to slant his mouth over hers. The tip of his tongue teased her full bottom lip before her mouth opened  beneath his, granting him entrance. He kissed her softly, reverently. The gentle swipe of his tongue and the small circles he traced with his thumb into her skin made her feel lightheaded. He pulled back reluctantly from her mouth, but kept his hand in place.

Her eyes fluttered open and Bill leaned forward to press another sweet kiss into her skin. It landed on the top of her elegant cheek bone.

He dragged his mouth lower, caressing her with his soft lips. They made their mark against the tiny mole above her jaw, the one that she had spent years covering with cosmetics. It was completely exposed now; she was completely exposed.

“Bill,” she whispered as he drew back more fully. She was grateful for the space. All rational thought seemed to escape her when his lips were on her. His breathing was ragged, as was hers. His blue eyes were dark with desire.

“What are we doing?” Laura asked.

“Relieving stress?” He answered. She wanted to smack him for his smart remark. Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him again.

This time, she pursued him. She ran her hands over the top of his chest, around his shoulders (mindful of the bandage on the left one) to rest on either side of his strong jaw. Her fingertips scraped lightly against the scars on his face, tracing each one with care.

His hands settled on her hips, slowly inching under her still un-tucked blouse to rest against her bare skin.

Laura let out a muffled moan at the feeling of Bill’s broad hands against her and parted from him with an audible, wet smack.

She was practically panting. She felt dizzy from arousal. She could detect his musky scent and it was driving her wild.

He seemed to be in no better shape. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to trail blazing kisses across her jaw and down her throat.

“Laura,” he growled against her collarbone. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She hummed at his admission, tangling her fingers in his thick hair.

“How long?” she couldn’t resist asking.

More kisses. Open, wet kisses nipped at the delicate skin of her neck. She moaned out loud.

“Since,” he flicked his tongue out to taste her, “that night that we had dinner with the Tighs.”

He sucked lightly. She felt herself grow wetter with each nip and suck against her sensitive flesh. Her clit throbbed in anticipation.

“You looked so beautiful, so sexy,” he continued to murmur. “ I wanted to make love to you after dinner, when everyone had left. Wanted to see you in the candlelight.”

His hands crept further up her blouse until they were sweeping across her ribcage. One, then two fingers made their way around the back of her bra and expertly opened the clasp. They travelled around to her breasts, his thumb flicked lightly against her left nipple.

The tiny caress was like a bucket of ice water. Laura pushed him off of her suddenly, grazing his shoulder in the process.

He winced, more at the sudden loss of contact than the pain.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?”

His hair stuck out in every direction. His face was red and his lips were slightly swollen from her kisses. His gaze drifted from her face down to her breasts, which were shielded by her crossed arms.

“I - I’m so sorry. I hurt you.” His deep blue eyes shone with unshed tears.

“No, you didn’t. I -“ She carefully uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on either side of her, gripping the leather couch.

Laura was at a loss for words. His touch had caused her pain, but she could not bear to tell him that. She bit her lip in frustration. She used to love having her breasts touched and admired by her lovers. She blinked furiously, trying to stop herself from crying.

She was angry. Angry at herself for giving in at a moment of weakness. Angry at her cancer for taking so much away from her. Angry at him for making her want what she could not have. Angry at the Gods for anointing her as their figurehead, then taunting her with her own mortality.

“I’ll call a shuttle for you,” he offered quietly. “I can contact Billy and ask him to accompany you on the ride back to Colonial One.”

Bill was giving her an out. Allowing her to walk away with her dignity in tact while he stood there holding the bag for them both.

Godsdammit, she wanted this! Wanted him. It had been far too long since a man had touched her as he had. Her days were numbered, Cottle had said so himself.

She wanted to live before she died.

“When do you have to be back in the CIC?” she asked.

He checked the antique clock against his bulkhead.

“Not for another two hours,” he replied.

“Two hours,” she repeated. She relaxed her grip on the leather cushion beneath her fingers.

“I’d like to try again.” She smiled nervously at him. “Please,” she added.

“Are you sure?” he rasped.

She merely nodded.

Encouraged, he slid closer to her, bringing his hand to rest on her hip once again.

“This okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He leaned forward to place a gentle kiss against her lips. It was chaste, lasting no more than a few seconds. It made her tingle.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

“I will,” she promised.

His hand gave her hip an affectionate squeeze, and slid lower to caress her skirt-clad thigh. He peppered her lips with small, sweet kisses until his tongue was chasing hers into her mouth.

Bill’s kisses lulled her easily back into the mood. He seemed to be in no hurry. He relished each kiss, each gentle touch that he bestowed upon her, always mindful of her left breast.

Her hands were hardly idle, tracing the muscles of his arms lightly, trailing up to caress his pectorals. She was always careful with his injured shoulder.

His hands seared a path down her hips, up her thigh, and under her skirt to cup her lightly.  He groaned when he felt her damp heat through her threadbare cotton panties.

“Bill, please, touch me,” she pleaded between kisses as he teased her. She began panting again when he circled his finger lightly over her clit.

“Shh, we have time,” he whispered. “I want us to enjoy this.”

“I am,” she promised. “I need to -” she lifted his tanks, and yanked them over his head, momentarily breaking their contact.

“Feel all of you,” Laura finished.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm, and went about unbuttoning her blouse at a far more leisurely pace. He parted the soft pink shirt, and discarded it along with her beige bra.

He smiled gratefully at the sight of her bare breasts. He made her feel beautiful despite the traitorous lump that lurked just beneath her skin. Unable to deny him the pleasure, she carefully placed his hand over her right breast, encouraging him to caress her.

“Oh Laura,” he groaned before bending his head to capture her nipple between his lips.

He drew the pebbled flesh into his mouth and swirled his hot tongue over it. Laura’s hands found purchase in his hair once again and held him in place. She could feel his smug smile against her breast but didn’t care as long as he kept doing exactly what he was doing.

One of his hands cupped her breast, the other returned to trace invisible patterns against her through her damp panties. Pleasure coiled lower and lower in her abdomen until she was squirming against him, whimpering in time with each flick of his tongue or thumb.

Her hands left his hair to travel greedily down the hard muscles of his back. Her nails raked lightly against the smooth skin that she encountered, and the action drew a groan from him. She wanted to touch more of him, but with his mouth on her breast she was completely at his mercy.

She needed to feel him, to taste his skin. She needed regain control before she lost herself completely.

She placed her hands on his upper arms and urged him back from her breast. She kissed the confused look off his face as she maneuvered him to sit back against the couch. Her hands trailed possessively over his chest, delighted by the smooth, dark skin that she encountered; he was so solid and sturdy.

She placed lingering kisses on both of his cheeks before nibbling at his neck. He tipped his head back and a low groan escaped him. Her hands caressed lower and lower until she found his belt buckle and zipper. Trailing her lips along the same path as her hands, she left open-mouthed kisses along the puckered flesh of his scar.

Her clever fingers quickly unbuckled and unzipped the confines of his pants, and she rearranged herself so that she was kneeling between his bowed legs. She dragged his pants down until they were past his knees, so that he could spread his legs more comfortably.

She ran her hands up his muscled thighs to caress his erection through the dark blue material of his boxer briefs. He hissed and jerked his hips at her first touch.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

“Bill?”

“Yeah?” He smoothed her hair out of her face.

“Did Cottle give you the green light for sex after your surgery?”

“What?” He looked incredulously at her. Her breasts were grazing the inside of his thighs; her erect nipples were scant inches away from his rigid penis.

“I’m fine Laura, I promise,” he assured her, cupping her face.

“You’re breathing too heavily,” she observed.

“Laura,” he croaked. “I’ve got a beautiful, desirable woman between my legs for the first time in a very long time. Give me a break.”

Laura relented and lowered her head to place a lingering kiss just bellow his navel. She could feel his heat, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Bill’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. He took pleasure in caressing her freckled skin as she slowly dragged his boxer briefs down his legs, baring him completely for the first time.

Laura definitely liked what she saw.

Bill was thick, much thicker than Richard had been, and he was circumcised. The head of his penis was already flushed a darker colour than the rest of the smooth, hard shaft. The tip glistened with a few drops of his pre-cum.

She kept one hand on his inner thigh. With her other hand, she let the tips of her fingers trace delicate circles around his balls before grasping his length and stroking him slowly.

“Frak.” Bill clenched his jaw, a look of pure pleasure washing over his features.

Laura spread the bit of moisture around the broad head before lowering her mouth and flicking her tongue across it. He tasted better than Richard, much better. His hips jerked reflexively as she continued to drag her tongue across the head of his cock. His grip on her shoulder tightened, but not uncomfortably.

She took him fully into her mouth and slowly bobbed her head up and down, varying tempo and suction as the hand that had been slowing stroking him began softly rolling his balls in her palm. He began to slowly rock his hips in time with her strokes, so she sucked harder.

Laura felt him gather her hair and carefully sweep it to one side of her face so that he could watch her. He was biting his lower lip, trying to stay in control of himself. Each time she gave his balls a light squeeze, or sucked harder he would groan or tip his head back.

Laura took pleasure in the gentle massage that he applied to her shoulder and the back of her neck; she loved how responsive Bill was to her touch. She was utterly fascinated by the by the drops of sweat that trailed down his neck; she wanted to follow them with her tongue. She wanted to catalogue every inch of his body.

She moved the hand on his thigh up to stroke his shaft in time with her mouth. A look of panic crossed his face; the muscles in his thighs tensed.

“Laura,” he said her name as a warning. He squeezed her shoulder and urged her to let him go. She released him and crawled up his body to settle in his lap, her hands rested on his chest.

“That was almost too good,” he murmured as he reached around to cup her ass under her skirt.

“Why are you still wearing this?” he complained.

“If you don’t like it, then remove it,” she ordered.

He had the zipper undone and was tugging it, along with her panties, off of her hips before she even had the chance to look smug. She shifted and rearranged herself so that she could quickly discard the offending garments and reposition herself in his lap.

The moment her wet, heated flesh came into contact with his own they moaned out loud. Her wetness coated her inner thighs; Laura couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in her adult life.

“Gods Laura, you feel so incredible.” His strong arms held her flush against his chest as his ridiculously talented mouth latched on to her neck once more. She began to slowly grind herself against his length, her clit brushed against the head of his erection with each shallow thrust of her hips. His hands settled on her hips, urging her to speed her thrusting.

She was close, so close to coming already and from the look on his face, Laura could tell that he wasn’t far behind. Reaching between their bodies, she positioned him at her entrance and slowly sunk onto his length. It took a few shallow penetrations before he was completely inside her, filling her exquisitely.

Laura began to set a deliberate tempo above him. He moved his hips in counteraction to hers. Their movements were not perfect, their tempo was not rhythmic, but he felt incredible inside of her and he relished the feeling of being joined with her so intimately.

“Are you close?” he rasped.

“Gods, yes,” she answered.

He removed one hand from her hip and began caressing her clit with his thumb. She dug her nails into the dark skin on his chest as she rode him harder and faster, clenching around him as she neared her climax. He nudged her head so that her mouth was directly over his and he nibbled on her lower lip as he applied more pressure to her sensitive nub.

With a few more thrusts, her back arched and she snapped her head back with the force of her orgasm. Her hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders, her mouth was slightly parted and a sheen of sweat covered her body; she was positively glowing.  Bill followed her within a few thrusts, grunting as he came with her name on his lips.

She slumped forward, resting her forehead against his as they each tried to regain their breathing.

“I swear to the Gods Bill, if you have a heart attack on me now I will kill you,” she threatened breathlessly.

He readjusted her in his lap, slipping out of her body as he did so. He rubbed her back as she came down from her euphoric high.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere until I’m ready to.”

He kissed her lightly. The implication of his words were not lost on her.

She had lost count of their score, but knew without a doubt that he was winning.