I posted the first three chapters of that fic a long time ago but it appears that they are deleted somehow, so here they are again with one new chapter : )
"Galactica"
was going to the Neoron nebula. 2 months have been passed without
dradis contact. Admiral William Adama and President Laura Roslin were
discussing the structure plan of the fleet... Or at least they were
supposed to discuss it... Something was wrong. Something about the
air around was wrong... tempting... undeniably tempting... Everything
was wrong- from the wanton red tresses surrounding her glamorous eyes
through that mysterious smile to the alluring parfume... Her body
language was wrong. And the wrongest was that he couldn't stop
thinking about it, couldn't resist answering it...
- Admiral? Are
you listening to me? Is there a problem with those papers you're
looking at?
No answer. His face was stone-like. Noone could ever
understand what he was thinking about...
-Bill?
Frak. Stop
these thoughts already! And stop answering only when she called you
with that voice!
- No, there isn't any problem. I've just
remembered a meeting with Colonel Tigh. I'm terribly late. If you
excuse me, Madam President, I have to go now. Have a nice day.
He
went out of the room as quickly as possible with the clear
consciousness that she noticed his escape and was dissapointed. There
was something really wrong with the dissapointment of the President
of the 12 Colonies about the Admiral's leaving. And it was going to
become wronger... and worser......