A/N: I was extremely inspired by LilStrawbaby's fic She Drove Herself To Madness With A Silver Spoon (/adamaroslin/viewstory.php?sid1200&chapter1). So, with LilStrawbaby's permission I took the cutest phrase from it and played a little.
Hope you like it!
Trouble Shooting
«Raise her as a human, keep her close and see how she developed...»- she trailed off.
Entering the head she realized Adama was shaving. Shaving? Well if he does so every time he's pissed off with her its strange something still grows there...
«You also might recall at the time you were very close to Sharon or becoming so. It was uncomfortable for the fleet».
Pause. No answer.
«So I decided not to tell you. »
Pause. No answer.
Oh no, Laura Roslin is not talking to anyone's back, even the one of the fleet Admiral.
«All right, Bill, I don't know what do you want me to do here? Should I leave? Or should I fall to my knees and suck your cock like the rest of your crew?»
Adama was going to say something, apparently about her leaving, but his jaws just slammed shut with the loud knack at her late comment. His hands dropped immediately to clasp in the region of his groin, 'cause his uniform trousers suddenly became the way too tight. He turned his head, water ludicrously sipping on his tanks, towards the voice to face the President in a full tempting/teasing mode.
Oh frak.
With a seductive smirk she made a few steps forward, closing the small distance between her and frozen Adama, lowered her eyes to Bill's clasped hands, back to his face, and started, very slowly, to lift her skirt inch by inch, bending a knee a little at the same time.
«As far as I see my last suggestion gained me some of the precious Admiral's attention, so I just can't afford to waist such a ch...»
He finally managed to make his muscles work; hardly tearing his gaze from a pair of the best legs he ever saw and grab her forearms, pulling her up.
«Laura… Madame President…uh... no... yes... I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention... I unconditionally accept your choice, there's no need to...»
The almighty Admiral sputtering like an unprepared student in front of the teacher.
"Well that was something to die for!" – She thought, smiling slowly.
Suddenly keenly aware of his hands still touching her Bill jerked them away and behind his back as if something had burned his palms.
«... No need to... um... explain anything to me as I... I do... I do totally agree with anything ...» - Adama desperately tried to get a grip and end it while some dignity was still left.
"I just want to apologize for questioning this decision, Madame President. »
She hardly forced back a sneer. «So the matter is closed then, isn't it, Admiral? »
«By all means, yes, Madame President, whatever you say, Madame President, sir! »
So much for saving dignity, Adama growled inwardly, as the certain redhead flashed him a radiant smile, turned gracefully on her high heals and started towards the hatch.
Shaking her head slowly from side to side, making the auburn mane flicker in the light.
Swaying her hips a bit more then necessary for walking.
Making him clasp his hands in the lower area again, as if to hold something in place.
Oh frak.
«If I had this effect simply suggesting doing a thing of a sort, what would happen to the poor man if I actually DO it? » - Laura smirked, walking down the corridor. «I think I'll save it for a time he'll try to throw me to the brig again» - she entered the hangar deck and headed for the raptor.
«Still, it's too much fun to wait for a long time, isn't it? »
End?