"Dad," Lee stormed into his fathers quarters interrupting Laura and Bill's meeting. "What the hell is this?"
Lee threw a large book onto his fathers desk. He pointed at the entry his grandfather had wrote in his journal.
"Her red hair tied back so I could see her face while she . . ." Bill stopped. He read the rest in silence then looked up at Laura.
"What?" She looked from one Adama to the other. They looked at her with wide angry eyes. "What?"
"I can't with you." Lee stomped back out of the room and slammed the hatch.
"What was that all about?" Laura asked. "Admiral?"
"Read this." Bill sled the journal to her.
"Her red hair tied back so I could see her face while she devoured me. I wonder how we got to this. One minute she's debating a grade she'd gotten on a paper she'd written about her dying mother." Laura stopped reading out loud. She looked up at Bill. He motioned for her to continue. Laura read the rest in her head.
The paper was basic and dull. She had more fire in her then she'd put in that paper. I was trying to get her to put that fire on paper.
I can't even remember who made the first move but my mouth was on hers. I backed her against the desk. My hands lifted the hem of her sundress without my mind telling them to.
I lifted it enough to see she'd been naked underneath her entire day.
She dropped to her knees and here we are. Her mouth on me.
When I'm close I pull her to her feet. I bend her over the desk and enter her.
I can still hear her purr my name as I groan hers. Laura oh my Laura. I spill into her as she pulses around me.
Oh my Laura Roslin
Laura looked from the book she was reading to the man sitting across the desk.
"Who wrote this?" Laura asked already knowing the answer.
"My father." Bill pulled his glasses off and tossed them on the desk.
"I don't know what to say." Laura blushed. She turned the page. "Oh gods. There's more."
Heat rose through her as she read them remembering every encounter she'd had with Joseph Adama. Even when he wasn't her professor, she'd let him have her. The affair ended when she'd graduated college.
"I think it's a good time to bring this meeting to a close." Bill stood. "Don't you Madame President?"
"Yes." Laura nodded and was about to hand him the book back but then pulled it to her chest. "You don't want this do you?"
"Yes." He held out his hand. "It goes with the collection of my father's journal."
"But it has some very intimate details about me." She hesitated, but handed him the book. "Please don't let anyone else read that."
"I promise." Bill nodded. He placed the book on a shelf.
"I know what you must think of me." Laura stood. "I can't change the past."
"I can't either." He sighed with his back to her. His shoulders slumped. "I thought my parents had the perfect marriage."
"Nothing is perfect." Laura placed a hand on his shoulder. "This shouldn't change things between us."
"It's going to be hard not think about what's in the journal." He turned to face her. "It's all in detail right there."
"If I could go back I wouldn't have done those things." Laura cupped her face relieved when he didn't pull away. "Just because I see it hurt you so much."
"You seem to have a thing for powerful men." Bill cracked a sad smile. "Or powerful men have a thing for you."
"Either or." Laura shrugged. "Are we okay?"
"Yes." Bill kissed the hand on his cheek. "I think so."
"Does it help if I tell you," Laura leaned closer. "You're my favorite Adama?"
"Yes." His smile grew. His arms came around her and pulled her into a hug. "Our relationship is different from the one you had with him."
"Very." Sharon nodded. "It was all physical. This is so much more."
"I love you, Laura." Bill kissed her cheek.
"I love you too, Bill."