Commemoration
Title: Commemoration
Author: flamingo55
Character(s)/Pairing: Roslin/Adama
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I wish I did, but I do not. Therefore, I can't make any money from them, so all those payments you were about to send me... hold off. :)
An insistent knocking at the pole of her tent roused Laura from a deep slumber one dark morning. She stumbled over to see who it was, fully intent on giving the intruder a piece of her mind. If that's Maya, come to ask about next week's lessons...
All animosity evaporated, however, when the tent flap opened to reveal Bill Adama. "Let's go, Ms. Roslin, we have places to be," he declared. He leaned in for a kiss, disappointed to be met with a glare and a straight arm against his chest instead.
"Bill? What are you doing here?" Laura demanded. Her expression suddenly changed. "Is everything all right? Is anyone hurt?"
"Everything's fine," he assured her, trying to wrap his arms around her and finding himself, once again, denied.
"Then what the hell are you doing here at this hour?" Laura repeated.
"I'm picking you up," Bill replied, matter-of-factly. "Get dressed."
Laura was not quite so easily swayed. "It's freezing out, Bill. Come inside, let's get in my nice warm cot and go back to sleep. Or... not," she finished, suggestively.
Though sorely tempted, Bill remained focused on his objective. "Nope," he replied. "Come on, time's wasting."
With a resigned sigh and a hint of a smile, intrigued by whatever mystery Bill had planned, Laura followed him out into the dark and silent predawn settlement. "Where are we going?" she asked, huddling against him as they walked - partly for warmth, and partly because she just wanted to be close.
"You'll see," he responded. It quickly became apparent that their first destination, at least, was a Raptor in the landing field. In short order they had left "civilization", such as it was, behind, heading out over the rocky mountains to the west.
"Where are you taking me, Bill?" Laura asked again, this time in a tone that indicated she wanted an answer. Immediately.
"Right here," he replied, guiding the Raptor to a stop near the summit of one of the peaks, in an area sheltered by trees and boulders.
"Here?" Laura wondered, looking around. The tent city was on the other side of the ridge, out of view, so all she could see were the outline of trees and rocks, the rugged beauty of the landscape becoming more evident in the lightening sky. "Why here?"
"Can you stop asking questions for one minute?" Bill laughed. "Just enjoy."
"You kidnapped me before sunrise, stuck me in a Raptor and took me to the middle of nowhere. I'm entitled to a couple of questions," Laura huffed, but a smile teased the corners of her lips. She watched with increasing curiosity as Bill removed a small bag and led her out of the Raptor. Finding a flat rock, he set out a small candle and lit it, the flickering glow casting a soft light in the small clearing. He then wrapped them both in a blanket he had brought and settled them into a protected spot among the rocks, one that afforded them a view of the entire valley.
"What do we do now?" Laura whispered, unsure what Bill had planned but thoroughly enjoying the surprise so far. She giggled against his side. "Sorry, that was a question."
Bill tightened his arms around her, turning to place a kiss to her cheek. "We wait," he said simply.
Laura shifted impatiently, but fortunately the reason for Bill's insistence on an early start quickly became clear as the sunrise illuminated the valley, making the pockets of mist within it sparkle like they were made of diamond dust. The sight was breathtaking, but the real surprise was when Bill moved away and blew out the candle as soon as the first rays of light touched the ground. "The light of the old year passes to the light of the new," he said solemnly. "Happy New Year, Laura."
Laura turned to face him, stunned. "What is this about, Bill? New Year's was two months ago."
"Yes, and I seem to remember you complaining that Baltar made sure everyone focused on the party, not the ceremony," he replied.
**
"Frakking Baltar!" Laura muttered. "That man has no sense of what's appropriate."
"What would you have done, Laura?" Bill said, trying not to show his amusement at her ire.
"Not encouraged everyone to drink until they passed out, that's for certain," she complained. A heavy sigh escaped. "New Year's is for reflection, for new beginnings. My family," she paused, a bit overwhelmed by the memory, "My family used to hike up in the hills behind our house and watch the sunrise. Every year, no matter the weather."
"You must have hated that, getting up so early," Bill said.
Laura laughed. "I was known to complain on occasion..."
**
"Okay," Laura allowed, still regarding Bill curiously, "but why celebrate now?"
"You don't know what today is, do you?" he asked, a smile curling his lips.
Laura bit her lip, her mind racing. "No," she finally admitted, "I don't."
Bill sat facing her, and took both her hands in his. "A year ago today, I thought I'd said goodbye to you for the last time. That it wasn't the last has been one of the great joys of my life. So, in a way today marks a new year for you. For us," he amended quickly.
Laura nodded slowly in comprehension, more affected by the gesture than she cared to admit. "I guess it does," she agreed. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Isn't it more of a birthday, though, than a New Year?"
Bill chuckled. "I suppose so, but I don't know how to bake a cake."
Laura laughed. "Thank you, anyway, Bill. I'm touched." She leaned over to kiss his cheek, then moved to kiss him properly. Their lips had just brushed together, however, when the moment was broken by New Caprica's infamous weather. A gust of cold wind blasted them, knocking the candle over and sending leaves and dirt into their faces.
"Let's go," Bill called, gathering their things and hustling them both back into the Raptor, closing the door against the sudden gale. "Frakking weather," he muttered.
"Welcome to New Caprica," Laura replied with a sigh. "This happens every single time I plan an outing for the children."
Bill was still staring out the window, shaking his head. "It was fine five minutes ago."
Laura nodded in agreement. "This is a beautiful location - seems a shame to have to leave so soon," she lamented.
At that, Bill turned and grinned at her. "Who says we're leaving?" he replied, spreading the blanket out onto the floor of the Raptor. He reached into the bag he had brought and laid out the breakfast he'd brought with him from Galactica.
Laura just shook her head. "You continue to amaze me, Admiral," she told him, taking a bite of bread. As they ate, they watched low clouds roll in, followed by one of the fast-moving storms that made New Caprican weather so unpredictable. Not twenty minutes after they'd watched the sun rise in a clear sky, rain pounded the windows of the Raptor, which was soon enveloped in fog as well.
"Looks like we're socked in for the moment," Bill commented, without a trace of disappointment.
"That's all right," Laura replied, in a voice that could only be described as sultry, "because we were interrupted earlier." With a smirk, she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly, pushing her fingers into his hair. He eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap.
They stayed like that for some time, savoring the opportunity to be truly alone. No bustle of the tent city outside, no Marines trooping by in the corridors, just Bill and Laura far away from the rest of the world. "You know," Bill said, toying with the hem of her sweater, "Tauron has its own New Year's tradition."
Laura giggled. "I thought that was a myth."
"Oh no," Bill whispered, nuzzling her ear. "It's considered very auspicious to make love on New Year's morning."
"It's lucky to get lucky?" Laura teased.
Bill laughed. "Something like that."
Laura kissed him again. "Well, down here we can use all the luck we can get." Slowly, she unbuttoned his tunic, running her hands across his chest as his tanks were revealed. They continued to undress each other slowly, taking their time to enjoy each bit of newly exposed skin. At last, there was nothing left to uncover and they lay side by side, hands roaming freely. The rain continued to pour, making a terrible racket as the wind drove it into the Raptor, but neither of them noticed.
"I love you, Laura," Bill whispered as he slid into her. No matter how many times they were together, somehow each time her body welcomed his it felt like the first time, and Bill bit his lip against the onslaught of emotion.
Laura arched up into him, letting her body say what she could not voice. They moved in tandem, enjoying the rare freedom to be as vocal as they wished. Laura hummed and moaned and keened until she finally shattered with a single sharp cry, lost to the din of the rain. Bill gazed, entranced, at the sight, certain that he'd never seen anything sexier than Laura Roslin, wanton and panting on the floor of a Raptor, her long legs tangled up in his. A damp lock of her hair had fallen in her face, and he tenderly brushed it back, following it with a gentle kiss. He continued to move within her, slowly, deliberately, coaxing out every last second of pleasure until she went limp, able to take no more. One final thrust had him shouting some combination of her name and various curses, while she pulled him close and whispered into his ear. Exhausted, they clung together, sweaty and sated, kissing lightly.
"There's another New Year's tradition that we always observed in my family," Laura remarked, snuggling into his side.
"Please don't say that it involves more hiking," Bill sighed. "Especially since it's still pouring rain."
Laura smiled. "Quite the opposite. After hauling ourselves out of bed and going to see the sunrise, we'd come back home, eat breakfast, crawl back into bed and nap for hours."
Bill grinned. "I like the sound of that." He reached over and wrapped them in another blanket. Laura snuggled up to him, warmer and more content than she'd been in some time. Even the hard floor of the Raptor felt luxurious with Bill at her side.
"Can we stay here forever?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"I'd like nothing better," Bill replied, then gave her a quick kiss. "Happy New Year, Laura."
"Happy New Year to you, Bill," she replied. "And thank you, for giving me my new favorite tradition."
"So say we all," Bill responded, pulling her close as they both drifted to sleep.
Author: flamingo55
Character(s)/Pairing: Roslin/Adama
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I wish I did, but I do not. Therefore, I can't make any money from them, so all those payments you were about to send me... hold off. :)
An insistent knocking at the pole of her tent roused Laura from a deep slumber one dark morning. She stumbled over to see who it was, fully intent on giving the intruder a piece of her mind. If that's Maya, come to ask about next week's lessons...
All animosity evaporated, however, when the tent flap opened to reveal Bill Adama. "Let's go, Ms. Roslin, we have places to be," he declared. He leaned in for a kiss, disappointed to be met with a glare and a straight arm against his chest instead.
"Bill? What are you doing here?" Laura demanded. Her expression suddenly changed. "Is everything all right? Is anyone hurt?"
"Everything's fine," he assured her, trying to wrap his arms around her and finding himself, once again, denied.
"Then what the hell are you doing here at this hour?" Laura repeated.
"I'm picking you up," Bill replied, matter-of-factly. "Get dressed."
Laura was not quite so easily swayed. "It's freezing out, Bill. Come inside, let's get in my nice warm cot and go back to sleep. Or... not," she finished, suggestively.
Though sorely tempted, Bill remained focused on his objective. "Nope," he replied. "Come on, time's wasting."
With a resigned sigh and a hint of a smile, intrigued by whatever mystery Bill had planned, Laura followed him out into the dark and silent predawn settlement. "Where are we going?" she asked, huddling against him as they walked - partly for warmth, and partly because she just wanted to be close.
"You'll see," he responded. It quickly became apparent that their first destination, at least, was a Raptor in the landing field. In short order they had left "civilization", such as it was, behind, heading out over the rocky mountains to the west.
"Where are you taking me, Bill?" Laura asked again, this time in a tone that indicated she wanted an answer. Immediately.
"Right here," he replied, guiding the Raptor to a stop near the summit of one of the peaks, in an area sheltered by trees and boulders.
"Here?" Laura wondered, looking around. The tent city was on the other side of the ridge, out of view, so all she could see were the outline of trees and rocks, the rugged beauty of the landscape becoming more evident in the lightening sky. "Why here?"
"Can you stop asking questions for one minute?" Bill laughed. "Just enjoy."
"You kidnapped me before sunrise, stuck me in a Raptor and took me to the middle of nowhere. I'm entitled to a couple of questions," Laura huffed, but a smile teased the corners of her lips. She watched with increasing curiosity as Bill removed a small bag and led her out of the Raptor. Finding a flat rock, he set out a small candle and lit it, the flickering glow casting a soft light in the small clearing. He then wrapped them both in a blanket he had brought and settled them into a protected spot among the rocks, one that afforded them a view of the entire valley.
"What do we do now?" Laura whispered, unsure what Bill had planned but thoroughly enjoying the surprise so far. She giggled against his side. "Sorry, that was a question."
Bill tightened his arms around her, turning to place a kiss to her cheek. "We wait," he said simply.
Laura shifted impatiently, but fortunately the reason for Bill's insistence on an early start quickly became clear as the sunrise illuminated the valley, making the pockets of mist within it sparkle like they were made of diamond dust. The sight was breathtaking, but the real surprise was when Bill moved away and blew out the candle as soon as the first rays of light touched the ground. "The light of the old year passes to the light of the new," he said solemnly. "Happy New Year, Laura."
Laura turned to face him, stunned. "What is this about, Bill? New Year's was two months ago."
"Yes, and I seem to remember you complaining that Baltar made sure everyone focused on the party, not the ceremony," he replied.
**
"Frakking Baltar!" Laura muttered. "That man has no sense of what's appropriate."
"What would you have done, Laura?" Bill said, trying not to show his amusement at her ire.
"Not encouraged everyone to drink until they passed out, that's for certain," she complained. A heavy sigh escaped. "New Year's is for reflection, for new beginnings. My family," she paused, a bit overwhelmed by the memory, "My family used to hike up in the hills behind our house and watch the sunrise. Every year, no matter the weather."
"You must have hated that, getting up so early," Bill said.
Laura laughed. "I was known to complain on occasion..."
**
"Okay," Laura allowed, still regarding Bill curiously, "but why celebrate now?"
"You don't know what today is, do you?" he asked, a smile curling his lips.
Laura bit her lip, her mind racing. "No," she finally admitted, "I don't."
Bill sat facing her, and took both her hands in his. "A year ago today, I thought I'd said goodbye to you for the last time. That it wasn't the last has been one of the great joys of my life. So, in a way today marks a new year for you. For us," he amended quickly.
Laura nodded slowly in comprehension, more affected by the gesture than she cared to admit. "I guess it does," she agreed. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Isn't it more of a birthday, though, than a New Year?"
Bill chuckled. "I suppose so, but I don't know how to bake a cake."
Laura laughed. "Thank you, anyway, Bill. I'm touched." She leaned over to kiss his cheek, then moved to kiss him properly. Their lips had just brushed together, however, when the moment was broken by New Caprica's infamous weather. A gust of cold wind blasted them, knocking the candle over and sending leaves and dirt into their faces.
"Let's go," Bill called, gathering their things and hustling them both back into the Raptor, closing the door against the sudden gale. "Frakking weather," he muttered.
"Welcome to New Caprica," Laura replied with a sigh. "This happens every single time I plan an outing for the children."
Bill was still staring out the window, shaking his head. "It was fine five minutes ago."
Laura nodded in agreement. "This is a beautiful location - seems a shame to have to leave so soon," she lamented.
At that, Bill turned and grinned at her. "Who says we're leaving?" he replied, spreading the blanket out onto the floor of the Raptor. He reached into the bag he had brought and laid out the breakfast he'd brought with him from Galactica.
Laura just shook her head. "You continue to amaze me, Admiral," she told him, taking a bite of bread. As they ate, they watched low clouds roll in, followed by one of the fast-moving storms that made New Caprican weather so unpredictable. Not twenty minutes after they'd watched the sun rise in a clear sky, rain pounded the windows of the Raptor, which was soon enveloped in fog as well.
"Looks like we're socked in for the moment," Bill commented, without a trace of disappointment.
"That's all right," Laura replied, in a voice that could only be described as sultry, "because we were interrupted earlier." With a smirk, she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly, pushing her fingers into his hair. He eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap.
They stayed like that for some time, savoring the opportunity to be truly alone. No bustle of the tent city outside, no Marines trooping by in the corridors, just Bill and Laura far away from the rest of the world. "You know," Bill said, toying with the hem of her sweater, "Tauron has its own New Year's tradition."
Laura giggled. "I thought that was a myth."
"Oh no," Bill whispered, nuzzling her ear. "It's considered very auspicious to make love on New Year's morning."
"It's lucky to get lucky?" Laura teased.
Bill laughed. "Something like that."
Laura kissed him again. "Well, down here we can use all the luck we can get." Slowly, she unbuttoned his tunic, running her hands across his chest as his tanks were revealed. They continued to undress each other slowly, taking their time to enjoy each bit of newly exposed skin. At last, there was nothing left to uncover and they lay side by side, hands roaming freely. The rain continued to pour, making a terrible racket as the wind drove it into the Raptor, but neither of them noticed.
"I love you, Laura," Bill whispered as he slid into her. No matter how many times they were together, somehow each time her body welcomed his it felt like the first time, and Bill bit his lip against the onslaught of emotion.
Laura arched up into him, letting her body say what she could not voice. They moved in tandem, enjoying the rare freedom to be as vocal as they wished. Laura hummed and moaned and keened until she finally shattered with a single sharp cry, lost to the din of the rain. Bill gazed, entranced, at the sight, certain that he'd never seen anything sexier than Laura Roslin, wanton and panting on the floor of a Raptor, her long legs tangled up in his. A damp lock of her hair had fallen in her face, and he tenderly brushed it back, following it with a gentle kiss. He continued to move within her, slowly, deliberately, coaxing out every last second of pleasure until she went limp, able to take no more. One final thrust had him shouting some combination of her name and various curses, while she pulled him close and whispered into his ear. Exhausted, they clung together, sweaty and sated, kissing lightly.
"There's another New Year's tradition that we always observed in my family," Laura remarked, snuggling into his side.
"Please don't say that it involves more hiking," Bill sighed. "Especially since it's still pouring rain."
Laura smiled. "Quite the opposite. After hauling ourselves out of bed and going to see the sunrise, we'd come back home, eat breakfast, crawl back into bed and nap for hours."
Bill grinned. "I like the sound of that." He reached over and wrapped them in another blanket. Laura snuggled up to him, warmer and more content than she'd been in some time. Even the hard floor of the Raptor felt luxurious with Bill at her side.
"Can we stay here forever?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"I'd like nothing better," Bill replied, then gave her a quick kiss. "Happy New Year, Laura."
"Happy New Year to you, Bill," she replied. "And thank you, for giving me my new favorite tradition."
"So say we all," Bill responded, pulling her close as they both drifted to sleep.