Author Notes: A drabble series that starts during LDYB part 1. It has an AU twist, but falls back into canon in the end.
I do not own any of the characters below – I am only borrowing them – and will not be financially benefitting from the story in anyway. No copyright infringement is intended.
Electional Blackmail Part 1: You've Got Mail
"That was actually quite fun." President Laura Roslin sighed as she flopped down onto the Admirals couch, flinching slightly as cold leather made contact with the back of her knees. "I forgot how exhilarating a good debate can be."
She smiled up at Bill as he undid the top button on his tunic and moved towards the drinks cart, side stepping torn prompt cards along the way.
"Sorry," Laura hoisted herself to her feet, "I'll get those,"
"Don't," Bill spun to face her, their drinks in hand - not realising that she was standing quite so close. "Here," His voice faltered as he passed her a glass and took an awkward step back, "Relax…you did good today - you deserve it."
"Why thank you Admiral," Laura held up her drink in salute and Bill followed suit; glasses clinking before they knocked back the amber liquid. Their eyes met over their tilted tumblers - inhaling sharply in unison as the fiery beverage scorched their parched throats.
After a beat they smiled shyly, diverting their eyes as their locked, smouldering gaze threatened to develop beyond their self-set, semi-platonic boundaries.
Laura's drifting focus settled upon a white envelope sitting atop Bill's desk - inscribed 'FAO President Roslin.'
"What's that?" Laura took a tentative step towards it.
"What's what?" Bill, who had been occupying his eyes (and his mind) with mundane objects around the room, followed her.
"This…" She fingered the edge of the envelope. "…is it from you?"
"No," Bill frowned, looking at the pile of paperwork beneath "Looks like it came with my reports."
"Why would somebody send mail to you, that's marked for my attention?"
He shrugged, "So…You gonna open it?"
"I guess…" Laura chewed her bottom lip as she plucked the envelope from his desk and retreated to the couch.
TBC