Title: Miniature Disasters and Minor Catastrophes 2?
Author: mondavis
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: teen
Disclaimer: None of these folks are mine. I just play with other people's stuff.
Spoilers: Season 2, through The Captain's Hand.

A/N: This is complete speculation. I don't know any spoilers.

Summary: Where things get a little hot …


Laura Roslin had certainly never spent an election night like this.

Prior election nights had been tense, anxious nightmares of constant streams of polling data, projections and speech preparation. The last election night, Laura had been hooked up to a microphone and stood in front of camera giving speech after speech on last-minute remote stumps. She had worked until the polls closed across all of the colonies, then she had collapsed into a chair with a bottle of white wine and a pack of cigarettes until the major news services called the election for Adar.

What a difference four years and genocide makes, she thought to herself as William Adama's hands slid up and down her back under her shirt. This time, it was her presidential election and she was likely to lose and she was passing the time by occupying the lap of her Chief of the Military and making out like a teenager. Richard Adar would not have been pleased… mostly because he wasn't the one she was making out with.

Laura knew that now was not the time to dwell on dead lovers; not when Bill's mouth was so inviting, when he tongue was so enticing and his hands so very busy. Still, Richard was the last man to kiss her like this and she couldn't shake the comparisons. She and Bill had been kissing for a long while, probably a half hour and it hadn't progressed much further beyond that and some light touching. Laura knew that it wasn't because he didn't want her; she could most definitely feel his arousal but he seemed very content with kissing. It was almost as if he were savoring her.

This was very different from what she had grown accustomed to with Richard. Perhaps it was just the circumstances but everything was always very urgent with him. He'd kiss her and seven seconds later, he'd have his hands either under her shirt or between her legs or both. It wasn't that he took his pleasure and dismissed her. Laura had lost count of the times she'd lain on her back across his desk with her thighs draped over the shoulders of the President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. Richard's fault wasn't that he wouldn't please her; it was that sex with him really didn't mean anything, a fact that Laura hadn't really realized until after he was dead.

Bill Adama was different. She never would have guessed he could be so tender and so passionate at the same time. His touch was reverent, exciting and comforting. His mouth was serious without being demanding and Laura got the feeling that if this was all they ever did, he would be content.

The realization made her pull away with a gasp.

"Laura?" Bill said, his voice full of concern.

She smiled because his hair was mussed, his lips moist and his skin was flushed.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked gently as his hands rubbed lightly along her waist.

"My last lover," Laura told him honestly and chuckled as his eyes darkened ominously. "Not that way," she amended and leaned in for a long, wet kiss to emphasis the point. "It wasn't like this with him," Laura said when broke the kiss. "It was always rushed. I like you better."

Bill returned her grin, thankfully not offended. "I'm glad but I can understand his being rushed," he said, looking directly into her eyes. "Being President of the Twelve Colonies is demanding work."

Laura's eyes widened and she fought a futile battle to keep the guilty surprise off her face.

Bill nodded. "I see I guessed correctly."

And when Laura swung her legs over and stood, he let her go.

Heart pounding, she paced two steps left, then two steps right before squaring herself to face him fully.

"I want you to understand," she began carefully but he cut her off.

"Why do I need to understand?" Bill leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"Because what you think of me matters a great deal!"

"Then know that I don't think less of you. You had an affair with a married man. If that's your greatest mistake before the attack, then you should consider yourself fortunate."

Laura stared at him. "That's it?"

Bill laughed. "What? Did you expect me to dress you down?"

Completely discombobulated, all Laura could manage was a small shrug.

With a nod, Bill stood and approached her personal space. "OK," he said, "When I am kissing you, I would appreciate that your mind is not occupied with thoughts of other men, do I make myself clear?" This last was growled out with such force that Laura shook with it. Shook primally with a little fear and desire all rolled together into something hard that seemed to hit her across the stomach.

"Yes, sir," she managed on half a whisper but it didn't matter because his mouth was on hers again and this time it was demanding as his tongue pushed between her lips and his hands held her head in place while he plundered the way he wanted. Laura didn't even know what to do with her own hands, so they kind of hung in the air somewhere near their shoulders while she was kissed breathless.

Until klaxons sounded almost at the same time that his phone started buzzing.

Laura nearly stumbled when Bill broke the kiss. He steadied her and satisfied that she's regained her footing, quickly crossed to the phone. "Adama."

She was straightening her clothing when the ship rocked violently and she was pitched to the deck with a thump.

"I'm on my way with the President," Bill reported to CIC and hung up.

"Cylons, no doubt," Laura said, climbing to her feet.

"Are you alright?" Bill asked.

But President Roslin was already heading toward the hatch.


To be continued.