Hi, this is my first BSG: Roslin/Adama fic ever. This little story just popped up in my head so enjoy

The events take place during season 1 episode Colonial Day

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Battlestar Galactica; it all belongs to the writers/producers/actors. It's just for entertainment.

Chapter I: First steps are never easy

When she entered the room everything stood still, there was complete silence. No more music, he didn't even hear what Saul was saying in his ear. The only thing he could do was staring, staring at the President of the 12 colonies. The way her amazing red hair curled on her shoulders, how she walked, the way her emerald green dress perfectly fitted her body and the combination with her gorgeous green eyes and then her laugh, ooh Gods he was sure that his heart missed a beat when he heard her laugh. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Which seemed odd if you'd consider that she was a pain in the ass as the President but as Laura Roslin, just Laura she was perfect.

He wondered since when he started to think about her in that way. Perhaps he always thought about her as a beautiful woman but that now seeing her in that dress, his feelings towards her were crystal clear.

'Bill? Commander are you listening? Commander William Adama your paints are on fire!'

'Huh? Saul did you say something?' Bill finally looked away from Laura and at his XO.

'You know if you think I'm that boring I'll leave you and your thoughts alone.'

'What no! Saul don't go I was just…' 'Staring at the President of the 12 colonies with your jaw almost on the ground!' Saul added with a grin on his face.

'What no? I would never do that. She's my Commander-in-chief, it wouldn't be appropriate', Bill said trying to sound offended but failing miserably.

'Of course! So you wouldn't mind if I asked her to dance then? ' while he said that Saul started to walk towards Laura.

Bill didn't know what to do. As Commander Adama he had no object but as William Adama he couldn't let that happen!'

'Eum Saul I think that it would better if I danced with Lau…President Roslin', scowling at himself for that slip of the tongue.

'Oh really? Why is that Commander Adama?'

'Well she's the President and I... I'm…' Bill stumbled not knowing how to continue.

'And you're the Commander of the fleet so a dance between you both would be a symbol of the co-operation between the military part and the politician part. Is that what you were going to say Commander Adama?' Saul asked with a wide smirk.

'Yes actually you're right XO Tigh. You read my mind. So if you would excuse me I have to ask someone a dance!' Bill said with a smile and walked over too Laura.

Calm down Adama. There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just a dance. Yeah with like the most beautiful woman ever. No, Bill stop thinking about her in that way. She's your Commander-in-chief for crying out loud. Just walk slowly towards he, ask how she's doing and if she would like to dance with you. Just take small steps, keep breathing and everything is going to be alright.

So this is the first part of this little story between Roslin & Adama!

I hope you'll enjoy reading it, because I loved writing it!

I'll try to update a new chapter ASAP even though I have no idea how this little evening is going to end

Please review, I would like to know how you feel about it or if you have any suggestions or requests

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