Jungle Love - Chapter 2, Pt. 2

[redfireroslin]

 Sex, War Games & That Damned Pig

Sorry - LJ made me break it in half...

Not my fault!

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Jungle Planet...

Roslin grunted aloud as she drove her piton into the rock face and hoisted her tired body another few inches up the cliff side. Despite modern technology it still took considerable effort to force the metal piton into solid stone. Self-driving pitons, my ass, she thought silently as the sweat soaked her brow. Out loud, she said, “I’m getting too old for this.”
“I’m older than you so you’re not allowed to say that,” Adama grunted in return. “Besides, you’re only about 2/3 my size, which means you only have 2/3 the weight to pull up this rock. So stop complaining.”
She flashed him a scolding glance. “I’ll complain if I want to. President’s privilege. And that’s the last time you will ever mention my weight, Admiral, in any context. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” he answered crisply.
“Very funny,” she returned dryly between her heavy breathing. “I’d yell at you if I wasn’t too busy panting. Like a dog. In heat.”
“You said it, not me.”
She stopped long enough to shoot him a glare. “Remind me to slap you when I have the use of both hands.”
“I’ll be sure to do that.”
She kicked at him with a boot covered foot. “It was just an expression. I am not a dog.”
“Not by a long shot,” he said lecherously.
She giggled despite herself. “Ya know, if we weren’t up so high I would knock you off this mountain.”
“You’d miss me if you did that,” he grunted, shoving his piton into the rock beside her.
“Maybe,” she grinned. She paused to look at the progress they’d made. The jungle was about five different shades of green, all spread out beneath them. It was a sailor’s sky - almost impossibly blue - and she couldn’t help but smile. “View’s lovely, though.”
Bill couldn’t help but chuckle because at that particular moment he happened to have a spectacular view, too, but it had nothing to do with the alien vista. “Agree with you on that one,” he said.
Catching the naughty tone in his voice, Laura’s gaze darted toward him. She smiled - just the slightest bit of satisfied arrogance in her face. “Are you checking out my ass, Admiral?”
“You gonna throw me in the brig if I say yes?”
She pretended to consider it for a moment. “Depends.”
He stopped what he was doing to look up at her. “Yeah? On what?”
Her voice was low, almost husky. “Do you like what you see?”
“Laura, any man with a pulse would enjoy the view I’ve been getting.”
“Is that a yes?”
He nodded. “Big yes.”
“Good,” she smiled brightly. “Then I’ll let it slide. For now.”
He reached up as she began to climb again and slapped her spectacular ass.
She glared down at him but her eyes danced with amusement. “Now you’re pushing your luck.”
“You started it.”
Surprised, she glanced down at him again. “I did? How?”
“You’re the one who brought up being horny.”
Men! “I don’t think that’s exactly what I said.”
“Words were a little different. Meaning was the same.”
“Now you’re being a dog.”
“Not my fault. You made me think about sex. In retrospect I think you did it intentionally. You’re a tease, Madame President.”
She shook her head, her ponytail of curls sliding across her back - much to Bill’s distraction. “I’m a tease? You’re the one who’s always blathering on about our damned responsibilities.”
He smiled. “Is that frustration I hear in your voice?”
“I believe we already covered that yesterday in my office…”
“Right. When you said you were horny.”
Exasperated, she sighed and stopped climbing to look at him. “That’s not what I said.”
“So … you’re not horny?”
“I didn’t say that either.”
He pulled himself up beside her. “Well what are you saying?”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“Well, my body hurts like a motherfrakker so I’m pretty sure this isn’t a dream.”
She laughed a little. “I guess I’m saying that when I unintentionally got drunk and molested you the other day - it was the most action I’ve had in a long time. Too long, and I don’t even remember it.”
“I do,” Adama grinned at her hungrily. “Vividly. You were soaking wet and so was your shirt. And it was cold…”
She’d have crossed her arms over her chest if she could have. “Oh Gods…”
“Trust me. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Absolutely nothing.”
She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Can we discuss this when we’re not climbing the side of a cliff, Bill?”
“Whatever you say…”
“Good. Now shut up and climb.”
Roslin’s attention returned to the situation at hand when she moved to drive her piton again into the rock above …
 Only to have it snap in two. 
The action left her hanging by one arm from her only functional piton, which was, thankfully, still embedded firmly in the rock. She felt her body sway slightly.  She was suddenly very grateful that Adama had insisted on tethering her to him by tying a rope around her waist, the other end tied securely around his own.
He felt her slip as she struggled to find footholds to brace herself on. He knew if she panicked now she would fall and she’d take him with her. 
“Easy, Laura,” he said softly. “If you thrash around you’ll just be using gravity and your own weight against you.”
Letting his calm tone soothe her, she slowed her movements and almost immediately her feet found purchase against the rock. As her balance began to stabilize she glanced at her partner. “I thought I just told you never to mention my weight,” she grunted breathlessly.
He shook his head, amused. “Leave it to you to be sarcastic while you’re hanging precariously from a cliff. Hold still.” He drove his pitons into the stone and maneuvered himself until he was outstretched over her, his hands and feet on either side of her body. 
“What are you doing?” she asked warily.
 “I’m moving into a better position,” he answered, his body pressing against her back.
Laura arched an eyebrow. “I see that. A better position for what exactly?”
Adama chuckled aloud. “I’m not going to take advantage of you, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least … not here on the cliff anyway.”  He winked at her. “I’m trying to get the spare piton out of your pack. You can’t climb the rest of the way with only one. Unless you think you can pull yourself up by sheer stubbornness alone. If anyone could do that, it would be you.”
“You’re quite the comedian today,” she said dryly. “It’s not my fault the equipment was faulty.”
“Of course not,” he patronized.
Admiral Adama took his time, enjoying the feeling of her body against his. Slowly, he unzipped her backpack and began feeling around for the extra piton. Roslin squirmed beneath him as he shifted his weight for better balance, unintentionally pressing his pelvis into her backside. 
“Sorry,” he muttered sheepishly. He tried to ignore the jolt of arousal that swept through his body and attempted to focus on the task at hand. This was not the time for pubescent behavior.   His body had other ideas, however, and he felt his maleness responding despite himself.
Laura glanced at him over her shoulder. “Take your time, Admiral. No rush. I can hang here by one arm forever.”
More sarcasm. Bill’s blue eyes burned into her.  “I’m trying. If I move too fast I’ll pull us both off this mountain. Besides, I’m not enjoying this anymore than you are.”
A wry smile tugged at her lips. Two can play at this game. She glanced down at his erection pressing firmly against her ass. “All evidence to the contrary.”
An embarrassed flush washed across his cheeks and he suddenly thought that maybe plunging to his death wouldn’t be so bad after all. Since when did Bill Adama blush, anyway? “Knock it off,” he scolded. “I’m doing this for you.”
She giggled wickedly at him and moved her hips, lightly brushing her bottom against him. “You certainly are.”
She was biting off more than she could chew, taking him on after she’d been teasing him this way. That was the last straw. The gloves were coming off. She’d get no mercy from him. He pressed himself harder against her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice was deep and husky as he growled into her ear. “I can’t help it. You do this to me, Laura.”
 She swallowed nervously. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Uh huh.” He retrieved the spare piton from the pack and drove it into the rock within her reach. “As it was intended.”
They made their way up the mountain quickly, an awkward silence permeating the air between them. Finally Laura could stand the quiet no longer. She pulled herself over the ridge and rested on the soft grass, panting - and not just from exertion. Her eyes locked on Bill. “Tell me again why we decided to scale that mountain.”
He slumped to the ground beside her. “I already told you. We planted the bait to lead Lee and Kara to the river. We can see them approach from up here.”
“Do you think they took the bait?”
 “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Kara will see the piece of fabric and she’ll know it was put there intentionally. So they’ll take another route to catch us by surprise. What she doesn’t know is that’s exactly what we want her to do.” He pointed to an area on the opposite side of the river from which they’d come. “They’ll come from that side. I know it.”
“That’s twice the distance.”
He nodded. “Right. So either they’ll take a while to get here, or Starbuck will insist they run most of the way.”
Roslin began to understand. “In which case they’ll be all tired out when they get here. Their guard will be down.”
“Exactly.”
She smiled in appreciation of his brilliant plan. “Nicely done, Bill. I hope you never stalk me.”
“I’ve been stalking you for years, woman.” 
Suddenly at a loss for what to do with herself, Laura fished two bottles of water from her pack and tossed one to him.
“Thanks.”
“Mmm Hmm.”
He drank half of it and then poured the other half over his head.
Laura, who hadn’t seen that one coming and therefore had a mouthful of water, found the action decidedly sexy. Unfortunately, for some reason, that reaction caused her to inhale rather than swallow the water. She began to cough and choke.
Dripping wet with fat drops running down his face, Bill rushed to her side. He patted her gently on the back. “You gotta breathe.”
She glared at him. “Ya think?” she wheezed.
Her eyes were watering. Her hair was all over the place. And her cheeks were pink from the sun. She was a mess. And she was beautiful. Bill couldn’t stop himself. He laughed - laughed in a way he hadn’t in years.
She continued to cough and glare at him. “I’m so happy my suffocating is amusing you.”
“I’m sorry,” he wheezed between laughs. “It’s just so damn funny.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she said, slapping him on the arm. “And frak off, by the way.”
“Uh oh,” he teased. “What are you gonna do? Shoot me out an airlock?”
She eyed him with a smug grin. “I might.”
“If Cottle were here he’d tell you - you got two pipes going down your throat, Roslin. One for swallowing and one for breathing. And they’re not interchangeable.”
“Oh, thank you for that gem of wisdom, Admiral,” she said, rolling her large eyes dramatically. “Is this heat frying your brain?”
He stopped laughing but his smile lit up his eyes. “It’s not the heat.”
“Is that so?”
“I think it’s the same thing that made you almost choke to death on your bottle of water.”
“Really,” she drawled provocatively, “you were distracted by the sight of the Admiral pouring water over his head, too?”
“So you admit it,” he grinned.
“I admit nothing,” she retorted immediately. “I’m a politician. We never admit anything. Ever.”
“But you think I look sexy when I’m all wet.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t not say it, either,” he pushed.
She laughed. “Now who sounds like a politician? Is that even a sentence?”
“You wanna quibble about semantics? Or you wanna talk about this, Laura?”
She sighed, frustrated. “As a matter of fact, I-“
Her reply was cut off by a loud squeal and a rumbling in the bushes behind them. They were both immediately on their feet.
Laura spotted it first as it barreled out of the bushes. “Oh my Gods! It’s That Damned Pig!”
Bill looked completely shocked. “The same one? Are you sure?”
She stopped digging in her pack long enough to glare at him. “It hit me in the ass and knocked me off a cliff. I think I know it when I see it.” It let out a nasty snort as it hurled past her. She pulled out her dart gun and started after it. “Frakking pig is going to die.”
“Laura, you can’t-“
“I can and I will,” she snapped. “So either keep up or shut up.”
“Frakking woman,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he took off after said frakking woman. “Madame President, wait.”
Laura chased the pig for more than half an hour. Bill chased Laura for more than half an hour. Out of breath and out of patience, he poured on the speed and caught up with her. “Laura, stop.”
She ignored him. Really, she left him no choice.
“Damn it,” he huffed, snagging her around the waist with one arm and under the knees with the other. He scooped her slight frame off the ground with little effort. Their forward momentum had other ideas, however, and before Bill could do anything to stop it they were tumbling to the ground in a big tangle of arms and legs.
Laura screamed. Bill groaned. That Damned Pig snorted.
Adama felt his President wriggling beneath him. And while he’d be a frakking liar if he said he didn’t enjoy it - he didn’t leave her pinned there on purpose. Mostly because he was pretty sure at that point that she was going to kill him. Slowly.
It was just that right at that moment his only priority was to desperately suck air back into his flattened lungs. Breathing had become an issue when the air had been knocked out of him as they’d hit the ground and rolled, apparently, down a very steep incline.
Unaware of his struggle for oxygen, Roslin kicked and shoved at him. “Get. Off Me. Now.”
“Can’t … breathe…”
“Good,” she crowed, “serves you right for tackling me. What’s your frakking problem, anyway?”
He stared down at her and couldn’t help but smile at the image, despite his breathing issues. Laura Roslin was sprawled on the ground like a squished bug … beneath him, their bodies pressed together. He’d had worse days in his life.
“I told you to stop,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know why I have to keep telling you this, but I do not take orders from you.”
“Obviously,” he grinned.
“What are you smiling about?” She rolled her eyes and shoved at him again. “Knock it off and let me up.”
“I’m not sure I want to,” he said.
“That’s very romantic, Admiral, but there’s a huge rock digging into my already bruised ass and That Damned Pig looks like he’s about to take a big bite out of yours. So get off me and let me shoot him already.”
Adama was on his feet and drawing his weapon in one swift movement. The movement of a much younger man, Laura noted. “Where is it?”
“Over there,” she ticked her gaze to the huge flower bush to her left. “Hiding in the bush like a coward. Maybe I’ll name him Gaius.” She slowly and carefully took aim with her tranq gun.
“You’re really going to shoot a defenseless animal?”
“You would prefer I walked over to it and politely asked it to drop dead?” He seemed to consider it and she rolled her eyes. “It’s a PIG, Bill!”
As if on cue, the pig leapt from the bush with a mighty oink and pounced on Madame President, knocking her into Admiral Adama’s protective arms and very effectively knocking them both back to the ground.
Roslin fired but her aim sucked and she hit a nearby tree. That Damned Pig escaped unharmed.
The Admiral and the President weren’t so lucky, however. They hit the ground hard with a bone-jarring thud. Bill felt his teeth slam together so hard that it reverberated through his skull. He heard Laura scream and felt the warm gush of blood, though his or hers he wasn’t sure.
Laura knew exactly whose blood it was because it was gushing from her nose and running down her face. Her head was spinning and she thought for a moment that she might lose consciousness.   Or throw up. Or both.
Bill pulled himself together the moment he realized that Laura was the one who was bleeding. He moved off of her and reached for his pack. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder as she tried to sit up. “Take it easy, Laura,” he said, leaning over her. “You took a pretty hard hit to your head.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that,” she replied, wiping the blood off her face with the back of her hand. “I was there when it happened.”
He studied her for a second. “Are you being sarcastic? Or do you have a concussion?”
“Neither. Or … possibly both. One question at a time.”
He pressed a clean cloth into her hand. “Hold this to your nose. It doesn’t look broken, so that’s good.”
“Yes, that’s wonderful,” she retorted. “Frankly, I’m impressed it’s still on my face.”
He smiled at that. “Let’s see, what would Cottle ask you to check for a concussion? Do you know where you are?”
“Unfortunately.”
“And what day it is?”
“Bill…”
“And who’s the President?”
“Very funny.”
“Just checking,” he grinned. “And can you tell me what happened?”
“Hmmff,” she laughed, “yes, I can. You tried to kill me. And then That Damned Pig tried to kill me. That about sums it up.”
“I would never hurt you on purpose. You know that.”
“My nose disagrees.”
“I didn’t do that to your nose,” he smiled warmly at her, “and there’s a hoof print on your face that’ll back me up on that one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Delightful.”
He poured some water on the other piece of cloth and began to dab gently at her face. She hissed when he uncovered a deep scratch on her cheek. “I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss next to the scratch. “Better?”
Laura was deeply touched by the gesture. Her hand moved up to cover the place his lips had been. “Yes,” she could only whisper, “thank you.”
He covered her other hand with his own and tenderly pulled the cloth away from her nose. “Looks like the bleeding has stopped. How’s the pain?”
Laura blinked. Pain? Had there been pain? “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Can you stand?”
“Normally I'm quite good at it…”
He offered his hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. A wave of vertigo hit her almost instantly and she closed her eyes against the rush. Her body went limp and she just kind of sagged into his arms.
“It’s okay. I’ve got ya.”
“I’m just a little dizzy,” she said, resting her head against his chest.
“It’s all right,” he soothed, rubbing her back softly. “Take your time. Get your feet firmly underneath you.”
“As opposed to tumbling over top of me?”
He laughed into her hair. “Something like that.”
“Well, not to put too fine a point on it or anything, but none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t tackled me to the ground.”
“Or,” he replied reasonably, “if you hadn’t ran off after a wild pig like some kind of crazy person.”
She lifted her head up to give him a dirty look. “You’ve been rather heroic so I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me a crazy person to my face.”
“I’d never call you a crazy person behind your back.”
“Ha!” she snorted, “couldn’t have that. The universe might collapse if I don’t know that you think I’m nuts. I kissed my blissful ignorance goodbye - along with my sex life - a long time ago.”
“Laura-“
“It’s all right, Bill,” she said, pulling away from his touch and straightening her clothes in a way that was maddeningly presidential, despite the dirt and bloodstains. “I can live with it. But I really wanted to kill that frakking pig, and now it’s gone. Not sure I can live with that one.”
“Laura-“
“There must be some way to track it, right? I mean, it left a hoof print on my face so it leaves prints, right?”
“LAURA!”
She turned to glare at him. “There’s no need to shout. I’m right here.”
“You didn’t seem to hear me, so-“
“No, I was ignoring you,” she corrected. 
“We don’t have time to chase after the pig.”
She folded her arms across her chest and he winced inwardly as he noticed all the bruises that were forming. “Why not?”
“Because we’re lost?”
“What?”
“I said we’re lost.”
“I heard you the first time,” she snapped.
He shrugged. “Well you said what…”
“It was a rhetorical what.”
“If you say so.”
Gods, he could go from charming to infuriating in no time flat. She rolled her eyes. “How lost?”
“Are there really degrees of lost? Either you know the way back or you don’t…”
“BILL!”
“We’re totally lost, Laura. As in I have no idea where we are. As in WAY THE FRAK lost.”
She held up a hand. “Okay, I get the picture.” She sat down on a huge rock and rested her head on her lap for a few moments before she looked back up at him. “So, let me see if I’ve got this…”
He waited patiently.
“It’s going to be dark before too long…”
“Right.”
“And we’re - how did you put it? - way the frak lost…”
“Right.”
“That Damned Pig, who could’ve been dinner, got away - again.”
He nodded. “Right.”
“And … it’s all my fault.”
“I wasn’t gonna point fingers, but since you brought it up…”
“Uh huh,” she replied sweetly, which terrified Bill way more than being lost. “So to sum up - I can either put up with this superior attitude from you all night, or wander off alone in an alien jungle looking for an evil pig who wants to kill me?”
He grinned. She did have a flair for the dramatic. “I’d say that sums it up pretty well, yes.”
She nodded, her bottom lip protruding slightly as she bit down on it in thought. Then she turned smartly on her boot heel and headed off into the trees.
“Laura, what the frak are you doing?”
“I’m going to take my chances with the pig.”
“Get back here,” he shouted, following her into the trees. “Come on, I don’t have the energy to chase you. We need to find shelter…”
She rounded on him and he almost slammed into her. “On one condition.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Name it.”
“Before we leave this planet … we kill that frakking pig.”
“You have my word, Madame President.”
“And no more tackling…”
“You said one condition.”
She shot him the evil eye as she brushed past him.
“This is gonna sound cliché, but you’re really cute when you’re pissed, you know that?”
She glared at him, hands on her hips. “Did you just call me cute?” she asked indignantly.
Admiral Adama is a brave, brave man. He actually chuckled at the image. “Yes, I did. You have a problem with that?”
“I’m the President of the Twelve Colonies, Bill. I’m many things … strong, stubborn, determined … a little short sighted occasionally perhaps … but I most certainly am not cute.”
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face as his eyes roamed over her. Her light green khaki pants hung low on her hips providing him just a hint of skin peeking out beneath her regulation tanks - which clung to her curves in just the right places. Her long hair seemed to struggle against the band that held it back in a ponytail and a few wisps had gotten loose to hang in just the right spots around her pretty face. 
It gleamed, the alien sun picking up the red in her hair and bringing it to life like fire. And the dirt on her face only served to make her green eyes, which sparkled with righteous indignation at the moment, stand out more. She was right, he realized. Cute was the wrong word. Laura was beautiful.
“What?” she snapped. “Why the hell are you grinning like that? Is That Damned Pig coming up behind me again?”
This actually made him laugh, a sound Laura found very sexy and one she heard none too often. Their lives didn’t exactly call for a lot of laughter considering that the world had ended and all.
“No,” he said, “no pig. But you’re right, Madame President. My apologies - I was wrong. You’re not cute.”
The surprise on her face told him she hadn’t seen that one coming. “I’m not?”
“Nope. Seems I underestimated you.”
She smiled a little at that idea. “Oh?”
“You’re not cute. You’re beautiful, Laura.” He laughed softly at her stunned silence. “Well, that shut you up…”
She shook her head at him.
“What?”
She brushed past him. “For a moment there you were almost charming.” She shot him a glance over her shoulder. “Almost.”
“Gods forbid…” he muttered.
“What?” she snapped.
“Nothing,” he said, hands raised in surrender. “Let’s just find shelter while we still have daylight.” Then he smiled at the view of her backside as she stomped away in a huff. “What am I gonna do with that woman?” he repeated to himself.

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A/N:  More coming soon.  Somebody gets bitten by a wicked bug and goes on an acid trip.  A couple people get stuck in a cave for the night.  *grin*  And someone gets shot in the ass!  And there may possibly be nookie...
Maybe.
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