Just a quick story I came up with while bored in Mythology class. I love this pairing and hope I did it justice. It's set at the end of A Disquiet Follows My Soul after they decide they don't care. Please enjoy my first BSG offering.
"So tell me," Bill began kissing his lover's shoulder gently, "When was the last time you rebelled like this?"
Laura hummed softly, "Like what? This?" she asked pushing her hips back into the cradle of his.
"Whoa tiger," Bill chuckled, stilling her with a large hand pressed to her stomach. "I meant taking some time for yourself. Putting your real life on hold."
Laura was silent and Bill propped himself up on an elbow to watch an interesting array of emotions pass over her face. "Have you ever heard of the Cult of Dionysus?" she finally asked, rolling in his arms to face him.
Adama frowned in confusion thinking of the ancient stories of the God of Drinking and Debauchery. "The women who worshipped themselves into a craze? I thought that was a myth."
"That's just what we wanted you men folk to think," she said with a sultry smirk. Seeing he was about to ask another question, she silenced him with a finger pressed to the Admiral's lips.
"Tell me," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her fingertip.
Laura got a faraway look in her eye. "It wasn't long after my mother died. The summer after my second year of teaching. I was looking for an escape…a way to reaffirm life." Laura laughed to herself, "I don't remember much but I remember never feeling more alive. There were tripods burning with sweet smelling smoke, spiced wine, and pipes and harps playing. Mostly we danced."
Bill could see it. A younger Laura Roslin with fewer worry lines at the corners of her eyes and no laugh lines yet around her mouth, her lithe body clad only in diaphanousness tunic that revealed more then it hid. And her hair, her gorgeous auburn hair, curling down her back and turning burnished gold in the afternoon summer sun. he looked at the low light gleaming over her bare scalp and wished achingly that he could give that back to her.
"I remember thinking the wine was laced with something and I remember not caring. Some women did go into frenzies, tearing at their hair and clothes. But I just danced and thought of how peaceful falling away from the world could be."
"Like chamalla?"
She laughed sharply then, "No. Nothing like chamalla. Nothing like the subliminal visions chamalla produces. More like… I don't know, a really good orgasm." She giggled at her own words and Bill grinned along with her.
"More like that night on New Caprica," she said quietly after calming down, tucking herself under his chin and inhaling his spicy scent greedily. Now more than ever she wanted to live, to enjoy this new found relationship.
As if sensing her thoughts, Bill gathered her closer as if hugging her tighter would drive away the cancer eating at her body and give them a few precious more moments together. "Thank you," he said roughly, pressing a hard kiss to her scalp.
Laura didn't say anything just rested her head on his chest and let the steady thump of his heart lull her to sleep. Bill heard her breathing even out and hoped she was dreaming of better days when she danced wildly in the summer sun.