The hot water ran down the smooth skin of her back, soothing the tension off her naked form. She finally had the luxury to enjoy a long shower after one of the worst days in her life. Testifying in Baltar's trial was bad enough on its own, let alone having Apollo turning against her and then having the press breathing down her neck for the rest of the day. As if finding out about the return of her cancer was not enough.

The water did its magic and she felt relaxed. This was the first chance she had to do something for herself and she was determined to enjoy it.

As she massaged her hair with the shampoo, her mind drifted away… not very far away… just to the Battlestar floating in space outside her window. She remembered the way her Admiral had defended her in court and her heart soared. He cared for her. He really cared for her.

Her Admiral?

Laura made a screeching mental halt. Has she come to that point to think of him as her Admiral? Most probably, she realized for the first time without panicking. Only the Gods knew how much Bill was capable of holding her attention no matter what he was talking about. Perhaps it was because Laura spent so many of their meetings being distracted by him. By his voice – so incredibly husky that it made her body hum with need – and by his hands. God, he had such strong and manly hands. Laura shuddered. If only those very hands would make their way across her body right this moment…

After she had left the trial, Laura had returned to Colonial One immediately and she hadn't had the chance to thank him. To look him in the eyes and say how grateful she was. And maybe kiss him on the cheek to show him how … or maybe on those marvelous lips of his that she knew to be velvety. After all, he had kissed her before, pressed his lips against hers and Laura had been surprised to feel that his lips were soft, betraying his gruff exterior. No, no, no! Stop it. Don't even go there, she reprimanded herself.

As her hand slid across her torso she felt a warm heat spreading across her belly, the one she felt whenever she thought about Bill. Especially at this time of the hour. Incredibly frustrating, she noted. She knew she wanted him. Oh who was she kidding… She longed for his touch. She needed desperately to feel him inside her. It was more than a physical need. It was more than just lust. It was… Laura couldn't even think of what it was. Was it love? She shook her head. Love complicated everything. But this wasn't an option tonight. Or maybe ever. Sighing audibly, she turned on the cold water instead and tried to forget about how Bill's body would feel against hers. The cold water hit her hard, immediately making her skin taut and yet, the aching need hadn't disappeared. Just pushed far behind the back of her mind.

She decided to go to bed early. Laura didn't want to wonder when she would have a chance to do so again. All thanks to Gauis-frakking-Baltar. "Frak you, asshole," she muttered and suppressed the urge to punch her pillow.

She only wore her satin nightgown and slid under the covers.

She woke up sweating, her body moist with perspiration and also, feeling completely aroused. Like any other woman who had remained abstinent for as long as she had, her dreams were sometimes taken over by erotic fantasies with her Admiral and she had gotten used to them but this one was so real that she could still feel his touch. This is so maddening, she thought, panting slightly. Heat pooled between her legs and she knew she had to do something about it or she would never be able to have a decent night's sleep.

Laura never did have problems in pleasuring herself but tonight that most certainly wasn't enough. After all the revelations that been made today, she should have been feeling depressed. But instead she felt oddly alive. And she needed more than self gratification. She knew she would regret her actions the next morning but her need was so intense that practicing self restraint wasn't even allowed the luxury of crossing her mind. What the frak has gotten into me tonight? She was feeling silly and yet, quite pleased with herself that she had finally mustered enough courage for something like this. Finally.

Laura got up from bed and poked her head out from behind her curtain to look at her work area. She was definitely alone. Tory was no where to be found and Laura realized, for the first time in a very long time, she was alone. Privacy intact. Perhaps the news of her cancer had a much stronger effect than she had expected.

She picked up the wireless and asked for a secure line to the Admiral's quarters. Laura held her breath, sending a silent prayer to the Gods that Bill would reciprocate. After a short pause she heard his gruff voice on the other end.

"Adama."

She was very sure she had awoken him as she could tell by the extra huskiness his voice - his sleep laden voice. She imagined him lying in his rack with only his tanks and boxers on. Laura felt a jolt of arousal at the image that mapped itself in her mind. Oh Gods… can I even get more horny? I'm not even a teenager anymore. Far from a teenager.

"Who is it?" Adama asked a bit annoyed. Obviously, Laura needed to act fast before she had the line cut off.

"Did I wake you up?" she asked, fingering the edge of the small pillow she hugged. She heard the change in his voice when he realized it was her.

"Doesn't matter. I can always sleep later. What can I do for you, Madam President? Are you all right?"

Always eager to please, Bill? "Is this line completely secure?" Doesn't hurt to be careful.

"Yes."

Laura closed her eyes as though asking for courage and then opened them again. She was going to go through with this. Gods help her. "I can't sleep. Uh - I thought you could help me relax a bit. And at this time of the night I think it's pretty safe to call me Laura, not Madame President."

She could almost hear the grin through the wireless.

"All right. Laura." She couldn't hear the relief that was etched across his features though. He had been worried when he realized it was Laura calling him in the middle of the night. Bill had been afraid she had been in pain or something to that effect.

Her name sounded so perfect when it came from his lips. She yearned to hear him shout it when he came inside her. Not yet Laura, she chastised herself. Not yet. Her whole body flushed, her heart beat wildly and her breathing became uneven.

"Laura? Are you all right?"

"What are you wearing?" she asked before she could stop herself. Definitely will regret this in the morning, the voice in her head told her. The very same voice that told her to pick up the wireless.

Bill felt his eyebrows climbing its way to his hairline. What was she doing?

Sure, they flirt all the time, actually eye-frak all the time if he wanted to be honest to himself, but when did they come to this? At this instant, an image clouded his mind. Laura stretched out languidly on her makeshift bed, in all her glorious lust. He almost choked on his own saliva although it was almost impossible since his mouth had gone dry and felt that oh-so-familiar tightening of his boxers at the mere thought. This was definitely a newfound game between them. A game he could never say no to.

"I'll tell if you tell," he countered, his pulse quickening.

Laura realized she had been holding her breath all this time. So her Admiral was in a playful mood too, she thought, finally releasing the breath in relief.

"My satin nightgown. The blue one. I love the way it feels on my skin. Especially when I'm wearing nothing underneath." Laura couldn't remember the last time she did this. Her last lover – Richard was actually quite a considerate lover, she mused – was not someone she made calls of this nature to. It was too risky, never knowing if an aide was still on the line. And besides, he had political enemies and people who would spy on him... dig up telephone records.

It was Bill's turn to breathe in sharply this time. He imagined Laura would have been devastated and tired after all that had happened in Baltar's trial. Instead she sounded more playful and sensual than ever. If this is what she needs then this is what she gets, he decided, subconsciously gripping the comm. unit harder.

"Well? I told you. Now won't you do the same?" Laura asked after a few moments of silence. Was he having second thoughts?

"My tanks. And boxers."

Exactly as she had imagined. But hearing it from his lips with that incredible voice of his made her even more ablaze. One hand traveled downwards, making a stop at the curve of her breasts. She felt her nipple stiffen at her touch. If I get so excited only by imagining him in his underwear, what would ever happen to me if I actually see him? A soft moan escaped her as she continued touch herself, running her hands over her flushed skin.

Hearing her barely audible moan in the receiver, Bill wanted badly to learn what evoked it. "What are you doing Laura?" he asked, his mind already making up scenarios as to what she was doing so herself.

"What do you think I'm doing, Admiral?" She was surprised that this thing came so naturally to her. She thought she would be embarrassed to speak to him so freely, since they never talked about anything like this – especially something of this intimacy - openly. Instead this felt good. And it was the next best thing to having him touching her instead.

Suddenly, his boxers - possibly the most uncomfortable garment he had ever worn before at this moment – became more uncomfortable. He felt the temperature of the room escalate. He had done this before, with Carolanne, when he was away for duty for long periods of time early in their marriage, but she was never such a tease. And now Laura… The President of the Twelve Colonies, he tried to remind himself in vain, was touching herself and teasing him about it. He couldn't have imagined it in his wildest dreams. "I know what you're doing," he said, straining his ears to pick up every single sound she made.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked when Laura ceased to reply after a while.

"You, naturally. Would I be calling you if I was thinking of Zarek?" she answered a bit bemused. Laura wished she could see Bill's face now.

He didn't even want to go there, so he immediately changed the mood. "You can never imagine what I would do to you if I was there."

Impressed by his 'tactical' maneuver, Laura continued. "You'd be surprised by how vivid my imagination can be. But then again I want to hear it from you, my naughty Admiral." My naughty Admiral? What am I thinking?Oh of course. She was not thinking. She just wanted to enjoy this. And dear Gods, she was.

Her naughty Admiral? He loved this new found side of Laura. If only he was there... "I would start from your lips," he told her, and imagined her lips swollen from her excitement. "I would kiss them and tease you. Then my tongue would slip inside your mouth and learn every single corner of it. And while kissing you, I would touch you, your breasts especially... You've got a damned fine rack, Madame President." He was rewarded by the most pleasant sounding giggles he had ever heard. His ability to make her laugh was something he prided himself on. "I would worship every single inch of your body," he whispered, and waited for her response.

"Oh cut the woulds Bill. Imagine you are doing it now," she demanded, her fingers splayed across her abdomen before she slipped them between her wet folds with practiced ease.

"I am nipping at your neck…" He heard her sighing in pleasure and took another deep breath.

"And I'll lick every inch of skin on you, Laura. I want to taste you so badly." Bill heard her groan and could felt the degree of her arousal even without seeing her. He pictured himself actually doing what he said he would do and the aching in his groin increased, but he was focusing on Laura. Every thing he did or said was to fill her senses with need. With passion.

With love.

"Do it then," she sighed, slipping a finger inside herself. She closed her eyes and slipped another finger inside. "Please do it, Bill…"

He had the President pleading for his touch. He had Laura yearning for him. What else could he ever want other than this?

"My lips capture one of your rigid nipples and I suck it hungrily. Do you like that, Laura?" his voice was husky with need, but he wanted Laura to know what he would do to her if he was there. The bulge in his boxers demanded attention almost painfully, but Laura had his full attention now.

"Yes," came her breathy reply. "I like it…" she gasped as she caressed her breasts, now sensitive and tingling with arousal.

"My one hand caresses its twin, while the other travels between your thighs. Is there where you want it to be, Laura?" he felt his breath catching; it was almost difficult to breathe.

There it was again. Her name spoken by his lips. It was more arousing than what he had described to her. Her fingers became his, and he was stroking her, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Bill was there with her, right now and he was doing things to her… Gods…

"Yesss…" she hissed. "Touch me there, Bill. Please."

"My hand is parting your thighs…" he told her, visualizing himself on Colonial One right this moment, doing to her exactly what he said he was doing. He felt his cock strain against his boxers. He hadn't been this hard for a woman in years. "Gods Laura, I want this so much. I want you so much," he breathed into the handset, clenching his jaw involuntarily when he heard her whimper.

"Bill, help me… Gods, please Bill. Don't stop…" In a voice heavily laid with need and desire, the plea was made.

He couldn't resist her pleads. She needed him to help her find release. He needed release too. "I am between your legs now and I am going to lick you there… Tell me, are you wet Laura?"

She moaned heavily. Laura closed her eyes and she could see Bill getting ready to go down on her. "Yes, I'm - wet," she returned, thinking to herself that she was wetter than just wet. Laura circled her clit with her index and middle finger with ease, realizing that her body was humming with pleasure.

"I lick your folds intently. Then I use two fingers to part them and I dip my tongue inside you. Deep inside you. I love your taste Laura. I want you to come for me." He hadn't even touched himself but it seemed that the mere thought of Laura coming right then was enough to lose him his hard won self-control.

"Oh my Gods, Bill…" She was unable to voice any of her other thoughts. "Bill!"

He knew she was close and he wanted desperately to lead her to an explosive orgasm. To know that it was him who was the undoing of Laura Roslin was strongly erotic and gratifying. "Laura, what are you doing now? Can you tell me?"

She seemed unable to speak coherently as she uttered unintelligible words, not even able to string sentences together.

"Laura? Tell me what you're doing."

"Oh Gods, I'm… my clit… I'm touching my clit."

"Leave your one hand where it is. I want you to stroke your clit all the way. Can you do that for me?" he coaxed her, wishing that he could see her now. What a glorious sight she must be this instant.

"Yeah…" she answered between raging breaths which were threatening to drown what little words he could make out.

"Now with your other hand, I want you to push a finger deeply inside. Now Laura," he demanded, his voice laden with heavy yearning. "Now."

Laura cocked her head slightly to hold the earpiece in place in the crook of her neck. She wanted to hear every single thing he told her as she followed his instructions. "Oh yesss…" she hissed, feeling the pleasure from the double stimulation shooting through her body.

"Take it out and then push it in again. Don't stop. Do you like it?"

"Very much…"

"Is it wet in there?"

"You can't even begin to imagine."

"Good girl…" Groaning slightly, Bill slipped a hand below the waistband of his boxers and stroked himself, the contact providing slight relief for his rigid arousal.

"Two fingers, Laura. Hard," he ordered and Laura was more than happy to comply.

"Oh frak Bill, it feels even better," she told him between groans as she plunged two fingers as deep as she could go inside herself. And then she heard it. He was panting himself. Sure, he sounded turned on all this time but now it sounded different. She needed to know, so without stopping her ministrations, she asked him. "Will you come for me too Bill?" her voice was cheeky and the teasing was back.

"You have no idea how hard I'd frak you if you were here, Madame President," Bill muttered, increasing his pace. He wanted to come with her and ride the waves with her. The distance and space between where they were wouldn't – couldn't – hinder the joining of their souls.

"Frak Bill… Frak! Oh Gods, Bill!" It was a whispered scream and Laura jerked as her orgasm crashed into her like the high tides of powerful waves crashing against shore. Arching her hips off the bed, fireworks exploded behind closed eyelids and warmth spread like raging fires through her veins. She was certain that if she was standing, she would surely have collapsed by now for her limbs seemed to have turned into jelly. Laura panted, feeling herself clenching in rhythm around her fingers. The image of Bill jerking off just for her combined with the action of her hands was too much for her self restrain. She bit down hard on lower lip to prevent herself from crying out loud but failed as a grunt escaped her lips. She would have to worry about being heard later. Now the only thing in her mind was the feeling of utter fulfillment. At this point she heard Bill breathing hard, panting and chasing his own release. Now its your turn Admiral, she thought, a smile spreading across her face.

"Bill, do you know what I am doing right now?" she asked playfully, one hand still gently stroking her still-swollen clit as she floated back to reality.

"No," was the only thing he could utter.

"I'm taking your cock into my mouth and I suck it hard, while my hand is touching your balls. I want you to come for me. I want to taste you." She felt a new arousal burning her body. This is definitely not over. It will never be, she concluded. Never.

The image of Laura on her knees sucking on him was enough for him to reach his climax. He couldn't stop himself from groaning. A harsh cry of her name tumbled from his lips as he exploded into his hand, face contorted in pleasure so strong that it was blissful agony.

Laura felt an electric current run through her body. It was the most thrilling and exhilarating experience she could ever dream of. His cry of her name when he came was the most erotic and arousing thing Laura could feel. Next time I'll hear it, you'll be coming inside me Admiral, she thought, giggling a little.

"Bill?"

"Yeah." He laid back, spent from this the activities of this little 'adventure' the Colonial President had decided to go on. His breathing regulated and he focused on her voice.

"Good night," she said softly, a soft, shy smile adorning her lips. Perhaps it was love after all. I love you, Bill.

A full-fledged smile spread across his face.

"Good night, Laura. Get some rest," she heard him and closed her eyes in contentment. I love you.

Laura's eyes snapped open at the sound of the alarm clock. It was time to get up. She felt completely relaxed and more focused even. It momentarily confused her until the memories of the previous night's activities dawned on her. Strangely enough she didn't feel regretful or particularly embarrassed by her behavior. She only hoped that Bill felt the same too.

Only one way to find out, she decided and picked up the wireless.

After two rings she heard his voice. It was soothing and she could listen to him speak all day. Not a lot today though. Baltar's trial, Laura thought, disgusted. She really didn't want to drag herself up and have her day spoilt by Baltar of all people.

"Yes?"

"Yell at me." It was the first thing that made its way to her mind. "I don't want to get out of bed."

"Well, you called the wrong number. I was just thinking about going back to bed," Bill told her, amused at her completely adorable behavior.

"You feeling okay?" She was a bit worried. Her Admiral was never afraid to seize the day. Does it have something to do with last night? she wondered. If it did, Laura didn't think she could face him again. If he regretted it…

"Says the cancer patient." He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just cut myself. How you doin'?" His light tone masked his true concern only slightly. He was clearly worried about her reactions too.

"I don't want to face them. I don't want to face any of them. I just want to stay in bed all day and sleep." Or maybe do other things. As long as you're keeping me company, she wanted to add but kept those thoughts to herself.

"I think I stopped the bleeding." He announced. "If you still need to be yelled at, I think I can give you some volume." Bill was as delighted as she was in this little game they were playing.

And many other things except for that, but I have to settle for volume right now. She was glad he couldn't see her face. "Okay. All right, give it your best shot."

"Get out of that bed."

That was most certainly not his best shot. She suppressed a giggle, "That's not your best shot."

You asked for it… "Get your fat lazy ass out of that rack Roslin!" He ordered sternly, just the way he did the previous night. Just the thought of the previous night stirred the sleeping desire in him.

"Yes sir. Okay sir. Anything you say sir," she giggled, feeling a warm flowing wave of desire traveling all over her body. This was her Admiral. And her Admiral took care of her even if she didn't want it. "Thank you." For everything, she added inwardly.

"Don't let them see you sweat Laura," he told her, giving her his support, laced with affection before hanging off. Be strong, Laura.

She got out of bed and wrapped her robe tighter around herself. She hoped she would have some time today for a private meeting with her Admiral. Even now, she was already missing his voice and his presence despite only talking to him minutes ago. Perhaps after this trial when hopefully everything will be more settled down when Baltar was finally got rid of, they would be able to have more time together and talk about what happened. And perhaps, Laura thought, she would find out then if Bill truly cared for her as she cared for him.

This yearning will never fade, she thought wistfully, before starting to get ready to face another day.

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