Chapter 11 - Kiss Kiss Kiss

Yes, there really is a John Lennon song with that title. :)

Laura Roslin was still gripping the Admiral's arm when Leoben Conoy turned his body and stared straight over to where they stood.

"Can they see us?" she whispered.

"No," the Admiral answered, looking down at her with concern. "The glass is one way. They also can't hear us at all."

"Admiral, is there someone on board who can interrogate Mr Conoy?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrows slightly at the request. He glanced over at Lee and Kara. "The interrogators who questioned Helo and the Sharon have returned to Caprica City but Starbuck, you could probably handle it," he half asked and half stated.

"Yes, sir," Starbuck confirmed. "Um, Madam President, what information do you think we can garner from the prisoner?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "Maybe you could start by asking him who he works for, who he was selling to, and go from there."

She noticed the look that passed between Starbuck and the Admiral. Starbuck then looked back towards the prisoner. "He doesn't look too good," Starbuck noted. "Is he sick?" She directed her question to Major Adama.

The Major consulted the notes on the clipboard again. "Doesn't seem to be anything here about it. The doctor hasn't seen him."

Laura looked over at Conoy and noticed that Starbuck was correct. The man was sweating profusely and his skin seemed pale.

"Well, question him first," she said. "Maybe you can promise him a visit from a doctor if he tells us any information we can find useful."

"Yes, sir."

0.0.0

"What do you think?" Laura Roslin asked Bill as they entered her guest quarters later that afternoon.

He sighed and pinched the end of his nose where his glasses rubbed. "I don't know. I'd like to believe her, but..."

"Yeah." Laura flopped down in the room's couch. "Unfortunately, I think she'd say anything to save her child."

"Mmm," he agreed. "Care to fill me in about the Conoy thing?" He lifted his uniform sleeve up his arm a little way to inspect the red marks she had left from her nails.

She sighed and turned towards him, noticing the marks before he could pull the sleeve down to hide them again.

"Oh my Gods, Bill!" She gave him a stricken look. She moved over and pulled up the sleeve again. "Did I do that?"

"It's okay. I'm sure I've had worse," he said, trying to make light of the situation.

She rubbed her hands over his skin.

He wanted her to stop so he could regain control of his senses...

He didn't want her to stop as it felt better than he could ever have imagined...

Her hands felt incredibly smooth as they ran over his rough skin. He also liked the way their paleness contrasted so strongly with his olive colouring.

They were such opposites. She was so feminine, full of soft curves. The only soft thing on his body was the ever-growing paunch of his stomach. However, one part of him was definitely not soft at this moment. The fact she could make him as hard as he was with just a touch on his arm appalled him somewhat.

But she continued to stroke his arm...

"Laura," he groaned.

He would have never have dreamed the first time he would use her name it would be as an endearment.

She looked up at him and bit at her bottom lip. They gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours, with her all the time continuing to stroke at his arm.

Just when he was losing all sense of reality from drowning in her green orbs she closed her eyes, and they, in unison, swayed forward, allowing their lips to touch for the briefest of kisses - merely pressing their lips together in an almost chaste way. They broke apart at the exact same time and gazed into each other's eyes once again.

He desperately wanted to kiss her again - this time deeply. "Laura..." He needed to seek her permission to take things further.

She leaned towards him and pressed her lips onto his again. He groaned into her mouth at the pleasure of her consent. Their lips parted and his tongue explored the warm feel of her mouth and teeth. Then simultaneously their tongues swirled together, flicking and caressing in a sensual dance. All too soon they parted and he stood panting, his eyes roaming hungrily over her flushed features.

"Bill?" she almost squeaked his name.

He couldn't help himself. He needed to feel the fascinating warmth of her mouth one more time. He boldly reached out and grabbed a handful of her thick silky hair and bent her head back so that he could fully indulge in her taste again.

0.0.0

Laura Roslin was in a pleasurable daze. Admiral William Adama's hand was kneading her scalp through the thickness of her hair while his lips were exploring the hollows of her neck. She knew her skin was flushed, but it was also overcome by satisfying tingling sensation.

She hummed quietly and pushed her body closer to his in an attempt to experience the feel of his hardness against her body.

She hadn't been with a man since she had broken up with Richard. She hadn't needed to be with a man since she had broken up with Richard. She hadn't wanted to be with a man since she had broken up with Richard. So the extreme need and want that the Admiral was now evoking from her was as shocking as it was welcome.

He was kissing his way back up towards her face now and she moved her head slightly so that they could capture each other's mouths once again. He kissed her passionately and she returned the kiss with equal fervour.

Then, they had a bucket of water thrown over them, figuratively speaking, when someone knocked on the hatch. They jumped apart, staring at each other almost in shock, breathing heavily. He walked over to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face before moving to the hatch to admit the unwanted intruder.

She had swung away to face the far wall of the room, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"Commander Britton, Major Adama and Captain Thrace are here to see you Madam President with the latest report from the Conoy prisoner," the Admiral was telling her. She wondered how he could speak so normally.

She turned back to the Commander and his officers, hoping her face was starting to return to its usual colour and that they couldn't see the glow she was sure the Admiral had put there just a few minutes ago.

"What did you find out, Captain?" she asked, in what to her ears anyway, sounded an unsteady voice.

"Excuse my candour, ma'am, but he pretty much fed me a bucket load of religious crap," Captain Thrace answered. "He claims his sickness is due to allergies. Also said a lot about how it didn't matter that he was sick anyway as he didn't need his body because he was going to download into a stream and his soul would enter a new body or something or other."

"Download?" she asked. "That's a strange term."

"Yeah, said all this had happened before and it would happen again. Then, rambled on about me being the chosen one."

Laura looked over at the young girl and realised that she was a lot more shaken by her encounter with Leoben Conoy than she was letting on. She knew how she felt. She was shaken just by him in her visions, let alone in the flesh.

"Here's the full transcripts of the interview, ma'am." Commander Britton said as he handed her several sheets of paper. "And the full transcripts of the Cylon and Lieutenant Agathon's interviews as you requested this afternoon."

"Thank you, Commander." She stood and tugged down the hem of her jacket. "I want to talk to Mr Conoy," she told the group.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Madam President," the Admiral said. She knew he would be against the idea. His total protective nature where she was concerned had become obvious to her.

"I know." She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "But I want to see him, nevertheless," she insisted. "Can you please arrange for two Marines to escort me in a half an hour to the brig? That will give me enough time to read these transcripts. Thank you," she said as a dismissal of the officers.

0.0.0

Leoben Conoy was still sweating when she entered his cell. She tried to ignore the slight bruising she could see around the side of his face. Desperate times called for desperate measures, she tried to convince herself.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked in a voice that she hoped didn't reveal how rattled she was.

"Yes, and I know what you want," he said to her in a saccharine voice. "I know you're looking for Earth. You're going to find Kobol soon."

"What?"

"All of this has happened before and it will happen again, Laura," he said, obviously trying to disconcert her with the use of her first name.

"How do you know about Kobol?" she asked.

"It's all part of our plan, Laura."

"Whose plan?"

"The Cylons. We plan on taking our rightful place as God's children."

She stared at him in shock. She had been having visions about a Cylon?

His leaned over towards her ear, his stance mirroring the one in her visions. The Marines in the room cocked their guns but she held her hand up to stand them down.

"Adama is a Cylon," he whispered in her ear.