Laura woke slowly, blinking around at the room, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings.

She checked the bedside clock and saw it was just past lunch time. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spent so long in bed.

As she stretched lazily, she felt a hand rest upon her hip, making her smile.

She turned to face her new lover.

"Good morning," he said, leaning over to nibble on her shoulder.

"It's afternoon, actually."

"Really? No wonder I was feeling hungry."

His mouth left her shoulder and she threaded her fingers through his thick hair as he teased her lips with gentle kisses.

"We could go back to Joe's and try his pasta," she said between quiet, fervent moans caused by where his hand was exploring. "I feel a bit guilty for not actually ordering anything last night."

"Or…we could call and see if they deliver…"

She hummed in agreement.

"Truth is, I wasn't thinking of food when I said I was feeling hungry," he confessed in a husky tone.

She snorted.

He rolled her under him and looked down at her. She liked the way he gazed at her-with such tenderness.

There'd always been something about Richard's looks that had annoyed and unsettled her; even when she'd been enjoying that first giddy flush of lust with him. She wouldn't have interpreted them as possessive exactly, however sometimes she wondered if his pursuit of her had just been an ancient caveman-like instinct. She wondered if he'd been merely attracted to the thought of her. He never knew the real Laura Roslin, after all.

"I should go back to my motel soon."

"I'll drive you. You can check out, stay here for the rest of your vacation."

She raised an eyebrow. Perhaps Bill would prove to have some caveman-like tendencies too.