Title:Cleavage

Disclaimer: Not Mine Nuff Said

Pairing: Roslin/Adama (Implied by Adama)

Rating: PG

Word Count:1280

Authors:AmandaC / VRyan

Tigh "Commander the President is on her way over"

Adama "Right, man I still hate it when she does that"

Tigh "Yep I hate surprises myself"

Adama "I was expecting her but not until this afternoon"

Laura Roslin's dark chestnut hair covered her shoulders, she had applied some makeup and for once and wasn't wearing any glasses. She was dressed casually in black trousers and a V-neck top.

when she got off her shuttle, she noticed something different she got one wolf whistle and she ignored it then another and another. Ok so she hadn't worn her usual suit, right, she wasn't the buttoned down President of the Twelve Colonies today nope it was her mothers birthday. The woman was dead, but Laura always remembered her birthday, she didn't celebrate it of course but always remembered it. Always on that day every year Roslin would lounge about in her civvies and just chill out.

She looked down at her top and 'Shit', she thought that top was a bit low no wonder the boys were whistling. She knew if she reported the incident to Adama he would reprimand them big time but the three she had noticed weren't Colonial Warriors and they looked really quite young. When halfway down the corridor she bumped into the gorgeous Lee Adama he smiled, she winked at him and walked on by...

Ward Room 1 Minute Later

The Prez strolled into the ward room, she looked around approached the desk where Adama and Tigh sat with their mouths wide open, Adama was in complete shock. In fact the poor sod would have required a crowbar just to get his jaw up off the ground. Oh yea he was a man who looked like he was about to burst something. 'Probably his trousers', Laura thought as she smiled warmly.

Adama was expecting her over but not until later in the day her early arrival had thrown his schedule off somewhat. Looking at her which, he now was her makeup minimal, and some chocolate colored lipstick. A distinct smell that was both sweet and musky filled his senses. Best of all was the outfit conservative as usual, but 'damn it' he thought as he soaked her in, that top, that plunging neckline a little more flesh than he was used to seeing on display.

He slightly bit his tongue it was all a man could do not to grab her and pull her sexy Presidential butt over the table and ravish her. His thoughts though inappropriate were his own. He hoped she couldn't read them. Although no words were spoken he prayed silently they were not written all over his face.

The End