When she woke it was dark and the night air was cool but for a familiar warmth at her back. She realized he'd somehow moved them so rested against her chest and his arms were around her waist.

And his erection was very pointedly poking into her thigh.

Her eyes widened and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing.

Leave it to Bill Adama to try to kill himself, think she was a hallucination, and still get a hard on.

She stayed still for a moment, weighing her options. The logical, rational part of her knew she should wake him and confess to everything. Allow him to reject her as she almost surely knew he would.

The other part of her, the part that sensed the wetness pooling between her legs at the very thought of making love to Bill Adama in a body not weakened from cancer and numbed under a haze of drugs, was winning out. She snaked a hand behind her back and nudged his erection but pulled back guiltily when Bill groaned in his sleep.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, capturing her hand and putting it back. She shrugged and stroked him pointedly until he was fully hard. She turned in his embrace and started to unbutton his fatigue pants.

He opened his eyes and caught her gaze, a loopy, still reverent smile on his face.

"Is this alright?"

His brow furrowed in confusion, as if he was trying to figure out why his hallucination was asking for consent. She moved to pull away but he held her in place with one arm while he took over pushing down his pants and boxers with his other hand.

His erection bobbed free and Laura found herself being lifted as if he was going to place her on top of him. She rolled her eyes and muttered, "just a second," as she wiggled out of her Cylon provided underwear.

Of course Bill wouldn't think his hallucination would be wearing panties.

Once she was free Laura straddled him on her own, letting her wetness touch his cock for a second but holding herself up on her elbows so she could kiss him soundly.

She felt tears pooling in her eyes as he groaned into her mouth and pushed down on her hips so he could enter her. She let out a gasp at the uncharacteristic roughness with which he sheathed himself inside but she was wet, so wet, and she felt only a moment of pain before she sighed with pleasure at the sensation of being filled.

"So beautiful, Laura," he said as he started to thrust, harder than he'd ever done before. Their eyes met and Laura gasped at the tears she saw glistening in his. A chill went through her body and she came back to herself, realizing with a sharp pang of guilt what she was doing.

"Bill," she started, her voice slightly panicked, "Bill, honey…" She trailed off as she felt his body trembling as his strokes became uneven. He emptied himself inside of her before she could stop him, her name on his lips.

"Laura, gods, I'm sorry Laura," he whispered mournfully, looking off in the direction of the pile of rocks with a despairing look on his face.

She wanted to shake him and then kiss him until he realized she was real, right there in his arms. She started to just do it, frak all the consequences to hell, but his eyes were fluttering shut again before she could screw up the courage.

She sat still for a moment, watching him sleep, before realizing he was still soft inside her. She carefully lifted herself off of him and used her panties to wipe them both clean. She pulled his boxers back up as best as she could without waking him and settled back to watch him sleep.

"I'll tell him in the morning," she vowed quietly to the stars.