Celebration of Survival
By: LittleStrawbaby
A/N: This is PWP. I don't own anyone; I'm just playing with them. I promise to return them in the condition I borrowed them. Shout out to Socket, who was kind enough to beta this fluff for me, thanks baby girl g
Spoilers: 2003 Mini
Pairing: Roslin/Lee-Is there any other!
Rating: R
"Madam President?" Apollo called softly.
There was no response but he didn't expect one; it's three o'clock in the morning and he knows she's exhausted. Lee pokes his head past the curtain, looking into the room that now officially served as Roslin's quarters.
He spies her lying on a converted row of seats from First Class, on her side, facing him. She is sound asleep, curled into a fetal position, using her jacket as a makeshift blanket. He smiles softly and slips into the room. Standing beside the bed, he isn't sure what compelled him to come see her, to steal into her room and watch her as she slept. His hands absently twist the sleeves of his flight suit; he has nothing else to wear at the moment and as is the usual custom of pilots not in the cockpit, the suit is half unzipped and hanging about his waist.
He crouches beside her, studying her face. Apollo is as in awe of this gentle, patient and kind woman as he is attracted to her. His father might think her a simple schoolteacher, but Lee saw her quiet strength, compassion and fierce devotion to protecting the defenseless survivors of the human race. He also appreciated the elegant beauty and wry sense of humor she possessed in spades.
His hand, disregarding a direct order from his brain, reaches out to her, his fingers lightly brushing her cheek. She stirs, but does not wake, mumbles something about looking like a God and turns onto her back. Her sudden movement brings his fingers into contact with her lips and he freezes as her eyes open, struggling to focus.
She smiles, closes her eyes again and murmurs, "Gods, this dream just keeps getting better and better."
"Madam President?"
"Oh Captain…my Captain…" she sighs.
Laura takes his hand and pulls him onto her bed. She slips her arms around his neck and kisses him. Lee melts into her, resting a hand on her hip. He deepens the kiss, exploring carefully, because he knows this chance might never come again and he doesn't want to waste it.
Without breaking contact, he covers her body with his own. She pulls away and takes a ragged breath; her eyes open, exposing dilated pupils that nearly obscure the brilliant blue irises. Touching his face, she kisses his chin and trails her lips down his throat. Roslin giggles when he groans and grasps the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. She drops it onto the floor and trails her hands down his spine, gently biting his earlobe. He gasps and arches against her and her lips press against the hollow of his throat, his movement eliciting a soft moan from her.
"Madam President," he whispers.
"Laura," she commands.
"OK…Laura…you know this isn't-"
"Ssh, don't talk. Just feel…" she whispers, meeting his gaze.
He knows in that moment she is aware this isn't a dream and that she is unwilling to let a celebration of their survival, for the second time that day, pass her by.
The End