Silence enveloped Galactica, the kind of silence that soothed Adama after a day like today; the silence meant that a level of peace had descended over the ship and no more mutineers were killing his crewmen. With a heavy sigh he looked again at the naked woman between his sheets. The idea of his impending death had shaken her, and she didn't need that kind of stress. If Bill Adama could kill Tom Zarek again, he would.
When he had kissed her goodbye aboard the Galactica, he had meant it, but apparently she had more faith in his survival than he did, and she was left reeling from the false revelation of his death made by Zarek. Bill knew how Laura had felt in that moment, and he wished she had never been put through that. He had felt it thousands of times over and over when the baseship had jumped away from the fleet with her on board. He could never accept her death, even with the surmounting evidence and Lee and Saul telling him that it was only a dream that she could of survived. He had chosen the dream instead of the reality, just as she had, when she had left him aboard Galactica to his fate.
Of course, Laura's belief in fate had been shaken lately, and this worried Bill. He loved her for her passion, her ability to convince him to follow her drug-induced visions halfway across the universe, and without this belief, he wondered if she had also lost the will to live.
When she returned to Galactica after the failed coup, he saw her drained expression, her inability to hold back her sobs. He held her, as a man cradles the woman he loves for comfort, and he led her away from prying eyes to his quarters, their home. Once inside, she had turned to him, tears still sparkling on his cheeks, and kissed him, a kiss of reaffirmation. When her passion was sated, Laura began kissing along his cheekbone eventually caressing his brow with lips as her tears resurfaced. Still they said nothing and let their bodies do the talking.
When she began to shake with sobs, he gently pushed her away and began to undress her. He lifted each article of clothing off her soft skin as if it was silk, until she stood before him as nothing but the woman he loved. He guided her to the bed ignoring the mischievous look in her eye, and laid her down between the sheets before quickly undressing himself and joining her. He cradled her until she fell asleep, relishing the feel of his chest against her smooth back, and the relaxing pace of her breathing as the safety of silence encompassed them. It was all he knew to do after a day like today.