Disclaimer: BSG (2003) and all the characters are property of Ron D. Moore. We merely borrowed his playthings to play a bit in his sandbox.
Enjoy! C & L
10th December
„So, you basically told them that we weren't free tonight because I was forcing you to help me with the Christmas decorations in the house?" Laura asked with an amused smile on her face.
Bill, who had been busy watching his folded hands in his lap after he had ended the call with Saul with a satisfied grin on his face, looked up and faced her, both of them sitting on the thick and fluffy rug in front of their fireplace with two glasses of Merlot.
It was a Saturday evening and Saul and Ellen had spontaneously (because spontaneity was one of their fortes) invited them to a party at their house. It seemed like there were plenty of people there already, judging from the noise of chatter and music in the background. And Bill, without batting an eye, had told Saul that Laura had planned this particular evening to put up the Christmas tree and all the other fairy lights and fir wreaths because Kara and Lee would come over for lunch the following day.
The latter part of his story was true, fair enough, but they had already finished decorating the house hours ago and had decided to treat themselves to a quiet evening with some pasta and an old movie and had thought about going to bed when the phone rang.
Bill took a sip of his red whine and raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, I did." Leaning a bit closer to Laura, he added: "And you know why? Because I know something that might be slightly more fun than driving over to a bunch of already drunk people who apparently have horrible taste in music." He took Laura's glass and put it on the table next to them, then gently took her hand and helped her to get up. With a smirk, Laura put her other hand on his chest and breathed with an innocent look on her face: "Oh and what would that be, Mr Adama?" Instead of a reply, Bill simply let the fingers of his right hand wander from her cheek over her neck until they reached one of her breasts, feeling the hard nipple under his soft touch. "Oh, Mrs Adama, since you're in charge tonight, you might wanna lead the way to our bedroom for a start."