Laura was exhausted. The cylons had showed up every thirty three minutes until about three hours ago when they destroyed the Olympic Carrier.

They seemed to be in the clear so she decided to go to bed and try to get some rest.

"Madame President?" Billy knocked on the door frame just as she was about to change into her night gown. She hated that a curtain was the only thing separating her makeshift quarters from the rest of the ship.

"Yes, Billy?" She nearly groaned.

"The Commander is requesting an emergency meeting on Galactica."

"Now?" Laura said with frustration. "Can it not wait a few hours?"

"He said it was urgent."

"Okay." Laura buttoned her blazer back up. "But he'd better have accommodating space for me on Galactica. I'm going to spend the night there."

Laura heard Billy move away from the curtain and mumble something. Then she heard him return.

"The Commander said he could accommodate you."

"Will you be joining me?" She asked opening the curtain.

"If you don't mind," He said nervously. "I'd like to stay here."

"Okay." She smiled. "Go ahead a get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you." Billy nodded and disappear.

Laura packed herself a small bag for the night.

Something was different about Bill. Laura couldn't put her finger on it.

"Just us?" She asked stepping into his quarters.

His marines shut the hatch behind her. She noticed two bowls on his coffee table with steaming noodles in them. Laura's stomach growled reminding her she hadn't ate in two days.

Since Bill wasn't wearing his jacket she assumed this was a casual meeting and pulled her blazer of draping it over the corner of the couch.

"Yes, just us." Bill took her bag. "I thought we could discuss the next tactic. Just in case the Olympic Carrier wasn't being tailed and the cylons came back."

"We couldn't do this over the phone?" She asked suspicious.

"I didn't want to take the chance of our phone being tapped." He explained motioning her to sit. "I've already went over our next move if the cylons come back with anyone who needs to know, except you."

"Okay." Laura nodded.

"And," Bill picked up one of the bowls and handed it to her. "I figured you hadn't eaten in a while so I made us some dinner."

"Thank you." Laura smiled taking the bowl from his hands. "I can't remember the last time I did eat."

"Me either." He returned her smile.

"And my quarters for the night?" She asked noticing he'd set her bag by his rack.

"We're still a little over crowded." He said sheepishly. "But I can sleep on the couch and you can take my rack."

"I don't want to put you out." She shook her head. "We both need the best nights sleep we can get."

"It's no problem." He insisted. "I sleep like a baby on this couch."

"Okay. So this new plan?" She asked.

While Bill described he tactic he was planning next, Laura enjoyed the noodles. It had been along time since she allowed herself to eat pasta.

Along with eating she studied him trying to figure out what she was missing. She admired the muscles in his arms. His broad shoulders. No it wasn't his body.

How had she not noticed how blue his eyes were? His facial hair. . . Wait. . .

"That's it." Laura said before she could stop herself.

"What's it?" Bill asked stopping in the middle of his sentence.

"Sorry." She blushed setting an almost empty bowl down on this coffee table. "I was trying to figure out what was different about you."

"Different?" Bill asked running a hand through his hair.

"It's your stubble." Laura couldn't help but run her hand along his face. "It's different."

"In a good way or bad." He asked still a little confused.

"It looks good on you." She blushed. When she went to remove her hand he caught it and kept it there.

Laura wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion fogging up her senses or clearing them. She leaned in brushing her lips across his. She was about to pull back when his hand buried in her hair and his lips crushed against hers.

Bills tongue licked her lips and she allowed it to enter caressing hers. Laura's hand stayed in his face while the other gripped his tanks keeping her grounded.

Bill broke the kiss in need of air. He looked at her in disbelief that had just happened.

"We're exhausted." She shrugged scooting close to him on the couch. "Lack of sleep can lead to all kinds of things."

"It can." He agreed pulling her shirt from the waist band of her skirt with the hand that wasn't lightly massaging her scalp. "It can impair judgment on how this could effect out working relationship."

"Slow my reflexes to stop this." She smiled but it soon faded when his hand cover one of her breast. His thumb toyed with her nipple cause her to moan.

"Your reflexes are just fine." He leaned in and caught her mouth with his again.

Not willing to reveal her secret, Laura pulled away when his hand reached for her cancerous breast.

"We both need this for our sanity." She pulled his tanks over his head. "A release."

"Yes." He kissed down her neck. "Such build up tension from being on the run."

"Yes." She moaned when she felt him moving his hand up her skirt. She reached for his pants. "Take these off."

Bill did as she asked. He toed off his shoes first then removed his pants leaving him in only boxers.

"Those too." Laura pulled on the waistband.

"You're still dressed." he pointed out.

"Boxers first." She insisted.

He pulled his boxers down. As soon as his cock was free her mouth was on it. Her tongue swirled the top before she took him completely into her mind.

"Laura." He moaned her name. His hands gripped her hair. "Frak."

When she could feel him about to lose control she let go of him. She pushed him to sit down onto the couch and stood.

"Just as promised." Laura removed her shirt, bra, and panties.

She took her time sliding her skirt down her legs. She stepped out.

"Lay down." He helped her lay on her back.

Bill kissed up her thigh before reaching her clit. Once his tongue touched her Laura was lost. It had been so long. She liked the look of stubble on his face, but didn't like the feel against her skin. It was itchy and scratchy.

"The stubble has to go." He pulled him up her body by his hair.

"Yes, Madame President." He smiled pushing her legs open wider.

Bill eased into her slowly giving her time to adjust to his size. He was larger then most men she'd been with. Except for Sean Allison.

"More." Laura wrapped her legs around him. "Please. More."

Bill moved a little faster and harder giving her the friction she needed. He sat put an arm under her hips lifting her. This angle made her moan with every thrust.

"That's it." He growled doing his best to hold back his release.

He set up on his knees pulling her higher. Pounding into her harder. Now that he wasn't bracing himself on the couch, he had a free hand. It toyed with her clit.

"Oh Gods." Laura couldn't control her screams while her whole body spasmed around him. "Yes . . . Frak . . ."

Bill followed her over the edge riding out their orgasms. Once he'd emptied himself into her completely he lowered her bottom back to the couch.

"Let's go shower." Bill climbed off the couch and held out his hand. "We'll sleep better."

"Okay." Laura nodded already half asleep.

She allowed him to washed her except her breast and between her legs using the excuse of being extra sensitive after sex. When actually he hadn't wanted him to find the cancer that was eating away at her.

Laura closed her eyes and relaxed against him while he shampooed and conditioned her hair. Once it was all rinsed she opened them.

"We can't do this again." She whispered pressing her forehead to his.

Bill nodded like he agreed but then his lips captured hers. Both hands in her hair. His mouth devour hers.

"Okay." He pulled back and turned off the water. He took a towel from the hook outside the shower. He wrapped it around her. "I think I've got you out of my system."

"Good." Laura nodded.

He pulled her against him and used another towel to dry her hair. Laura relaxed her head against his shoulder slowing him the dry it.

He smelled so good. Without thinking her tongue licked the skin of his neck.

"Laura," he moaned. "You have to stop that if you don't want this to happen again."

"Sorry." She blushed.

Bill dried off and lead her to the rack. They settled in against each other. Laura laid on his chest listening to his heart beat while she drifted off to sleep.

"Frak." Laura heard someone mumble as she started to wake.

Laura opened her eyes to find a very naked Commander standing in the head with the hatch open.

"Please be a dream." She closed her eyes and put her hands over her face. "Wake up Laura. Please be a dream."

"Dream about me often?" Laura looked up seeing Bill coming from the head. He picked up a pair of boxers along the way and pulled them on.

"No." Laura blushed. The memories came flooding back. She covered her face again. "Oh Gods."

"I heard that a few times last night." He chuckled.

"This isn't funny." She threw a pillow at him. Then she realized he's been shaving. He'd cut himself on his chin. "You shaved."

"You said it had to go." He picked up their clothes form the floor.

"Well since we won't be doing this again," She motioned between them. "You should have kept it if you wanted."

"I didn't." He shook his head handing her her discarded clothes. "I can have those cleaned for you if you'd like."

"No," She took them. "I'll do it. I'm always afraid to send them off. I only have three outfits."

"I'll make us some coffee." He suggested. "You're more than welcome to shower if you'd like."

"I think I will." Laura nodded making sure he was it of sight when she climbed out of the rack naked. Grabbing her bag, Laura headed for the shower.

The hot water washed over her reminding her of the previous night. His hands and mouth on her body.

Laura shook her head to clear it. They couldn't let it happen again.