Title: Ambrosia

Pairing: Roslin/Adar and later Roslin/Adama

Disclaimer: Don't own them, although I wish I did; but don't we all.

Rating: T

Ambrosia 1?

By: Amanda M.

The Beginning

Laura didn't know why she had gone to the bar that night. She had a term paper to finish, even though it wasn't due for another two weeks. But her best friend, Abby, literally dragged her there. Abby was meeting a guy there and wanted Laura there just in case the guy was a creep. Thus giving her an easy excuse to ditch the guy. As it turned out the guy wasn't a creep, and Abby forgot Laura was there with her.

Laura was stirring the ice around in an almost empty glass. Her efforts diluted what little was left of her drink. She had focused so much on her glass that she didn't notice the attractive young man walking over to her. He had been watching her since the moment she walked into the bar.

"Anyone tell you how beautiful you are?"

Laura looked at him. "I bet you tell that to all the girls."

"No, not normally. Seriously, you are beautiful. I've been watching you from the moment you walked into the bar." He smiled at her, hoping to charm her with at the very minimum his smile. "May I sit down?"

She thought about it for a split second. "Sure," she looks around the bar not seeing her friend. "It seems like my friend has ditched me for a guy anyway." She stops stirring her drink.

"Can I get you another one?"

"If you'd like."

"What did you have?" He smiled, and then realized he had yet to tell her his name or learn hers. "Oh by the way my name is, Richard."

"Ambrosia." She smiled back at him not consciously knowing she did, "and I'm Laura."

"Well, beautiful Laura don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

He went to the bar and ordered both of them a drink and returned.

They spent a few hours drinking and talking. They both learned they attended the same University. Richard was a senior majoring in Political Science. And Laura was working towards her teaching degree and was a sophomore. But after those hours it was getting late and the bar was about to close.

"I should head home." Laura's voice was beyond tipsy.

"Yeah, and I being the gentleman should escort you home. You're in no condition to go by yourself."

"I'm fine, I can go by myself." She wasn't but she was trying to assure herself that she was fine. "I'm not drunk."

"Sure you are," he figured that she was just stubborn. "Tell you what, if you can get up and walk out of here on your own I'll let you go home by yourself."

"Fine," she said looking at him.

He got up first and waited for her to get up. When she did, she stumbled a little but wasn't going to give up on trying to walk out on her own.

"Don't give me that look. I can walk fine."

"So walk."

She walks away from the table towards where he was, at first she was doing just fine but then she loses her balance and falls into him.

"Laura, being a gentleman I can't let you go home on your own. I don't want you to get hurt going home."

"Fine," she caved. "You can take me home."

She told him where her place was and they walked there since it wasn't that far from the bar. Not wanting to just walk her to the door, he helped her with the key and walked her inside her apartment. He wanted to make sure she was home safely, or so he told himself that.

"Thank you," she smiled at him when he closed the door behind them. "Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah." Her beauty entranced him. "You," he said and then the moment just came over him and he kissed her passionately. Fully expecting her to back away from the kiss since it just happened. But he was surprised when she kissed him back with just as much passion.

The next morning, Laura woke up in her bed and her head felt like it was going to split in half. After a moment of letting her eyes adjust to the sun that was shinning through the blinds, she looked around seeing her clothes and someone else's clothes strewn out all over the bedroom. Her mind began to race trying to remember what happened the night before. The last thing she remembered was talking with Richard at the bar. "Richard." She whispered as she looked beside her and saw him naked and sleeping peacefully next to her. And then he began to stir and few minutes later he opens his eyes, seeing her awake.

He smiles. "Good Morning."

"Morning," she replies. Her head still hurts. "Did weI'm assuming we didclothes and all being everywhereand well you and I being"

"Yes we did, and it was beyond wonderful."

"I wish I could remember it."

"Well we'll have to remedy that, right now," he grinned.

She looked at the clock, gods was it already ten, "I can't right now, I have class in a half hour."

"Well then later tonight, maybe we could go to dinner and see what the night brings."

"Okay, meet me here at seven."

"Will do," he kissed her, and then watched her get up and get ready for class. Not too much later, he got up and put back on his clothes, and the two of them left her place at the same time.

At that moment, Richard only wished he had met her a couple years before, and maybe things could have been different. He could have had more with her, but instead he decided he'd see how he could juggle two women; one he was engaged to and one who could keep his fantasies alive.