Standing in the CIC, the front of the radar screen illuminates Laura's face. She and Bill watch, his hand over hers leaning on the desk. Karl Agathon stands at her opposite side, keeping a sharp watch from the corner of his eye over them. When the Admiral gets pulled away by Gaeta to take a look at the ship pattern, Karl leans in, "Ma'am, how are you?"
She nods slowly, "Diloxin is kicking my ass, but other than that." Laura smiles, slowly reaching up and holding by his elbow, her other hand touching his bicep. It's so obvious how weak she is, no longer bothering to wear her wig, she has her scarf around her head.
Karl smiles a little, glancing over to her, "Would you like me to get your chair?" His question is answered quickly when her knees start to give way, "It's okay, I have you." He holds her in his arms like something from the old romance novels she used to read.
She smiles up at him, her hand that once rested on his arm, reaches up to his face, stroking his cheek, "Captain Agathon, would you mind taking me back to my quarters? I think I've had enough for today."
"I wouldn't mind at all." He doesn't care about who sees them, or what they think. He slowly walks toward the room she usually shared with the Admiral, not caring whom it belonged to. He smiles, as he walks with her in his arms, her wheelchair completely forgotten between them, this was a much better fit anyway and they both knew it.
Laura rests her head on his chest, feeling so small in his arms, "Thank you, Captain." Her voice just above a whisper.
Opening the hatch to the quarters with one arm, he's able to hold her with the other, "You're lighter than Sharron. Unexpected."
She smiles weakly, "I believe there as a compliment in there somewhere." She stays in his arms as he slowly sits on the bed.
"That's all I have for you, Madam President." He smirks, lowering his face to kiss her tenderly. His arms fully enveloping her as he sinks down the bed, his hand slides from her waist to her breast, being so gentle with her through the entire process.
She places her hand over top of his on her breast, "Enjoy me…they're slowly killing this body that I have now, drawing me closer to the next life. Enjoy me while you are able to. Enjoy our togetherness."
Helo swallows, "Don't talk about that-" He strokes her face, kissing her lips almost hungrily again. He wants to drink her in while he can. Show her how much he loves her even though they're both with other people, "Live in the moment." His hand pushes her skirt up from the side of her thigh, "Are you too tired for this?"
"I won't lie, you'll be doing most of the work." She strokes his hair, with a frail smirk on her face, "I'm always prepared for you, Captain Agathon." They had never called each other by their first names, it wasn't in their nature when they were with one another. Something about calling each other by their professional names was a turn on to them both, and they were fine with that.