Bill yawned at Laura. They'd been up all night and we're both exhausted, sitting on Colonial One picking at their breakfast of processed algae. The press and religious delegations had torn each other apart bickering.

"More algae Bill?"

"No thanks, I'm fine." He smiled wryly. Although initially he had been so thankful for food that algae was an absolute treat, the appeal of eating it had worn off a tad and he was now not so eager to be eating like a small fish.

"Would you like any more water?"

"No, thank you."

"I'm sorry I don't have any coffee to offer you, you look as exhausted as I feel." Laura yawned. Bill took off his glasses and started rubbing his temples furiously.

"That was one hell of a long night."

"I feel like I haven't slept in 24 hours."

"36 actually."

"Mmm…I feel like I'll never be able to get to sleep, my shoulders are all tied up in knots, and I have this massive pile of paperwork to fill out, and the press call every five minutes."

"Not to worry, I'll place a call over to the Galactica get marines to keep guard over colonial one, at least until this all blows over."

"You're so good to me Bill." Laura sighed as she slumped over in her chair. She waited as he made the call over to Galactica.

"Saul, it's Bill…Yes could you send a unit of marines over, the president requires extra security…I think you can handle things over there for a few hours…. So? Put Helo in charge if you need to sleep…. Lee and Kara haven't returned yet…No I don't know where they are, I'll send them back if I….late for duty?…Saul, just send the marines over." Bill replaced the receiver.

"I'm so tired…"

"Me too, you could sleep you know.'

"I'm too wound up to sleep." Laura groaned… "Did you think I looked possessed in that recording?"

"You looked beautiful. Perfect."

"Bill, I'm far from looking perfect." He squeezed her hand from the other side of the desk. "Especially in that footage."

" Don't argue with the man who is going to rub your shoulders." He smiled. Laura removed her jacket. As Bill's hands started their work. Laura's eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations running through her.

"Ohh…that feels good."

"Glad to be of service." Bill smiled. Bill rubbed her shoulders until they were relaxed.

"Mmm…I'd repay the favour Bill, but I'm just about to fall asleep right here." Suddenly Laura felt a pair of strong arms lifting her up, as Bill carried her into her bedroom. He softly set her down on her bed and tucked her into the covers. She saw him start towards the door.

"You must be tired Bill"

"I am." he answered honestly.

"Stay with me, plenty of room, and I'd like to have a nice, strong man like you to keep me warm."

Bill smiled. He removed his jacket and pants and shoes. He crawled into bed in his boxer shorts. Laura removed her shoes and pantyhose. Laura snuggled up beside Bill under the quilt. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. And they fell fast asleep.

Six hours later.

Tory sighed as she walked onto the landing bay on Colonial One. She had just recovered from the ordeal with the press. She spotted several marines playing cards, and a raptor with fogged up windows. She walked up to the door and knocked. She slowly eased open the door first thing she spotted were two amulets lying loosely on the floor. Then she registered the disorder within. Clothes were flung haphazardly all around, and Major Adama was lying atop Capt. Thrace and both were asleep, sprawled naked on the floor of the raptor.

"Major Adama!" Lee started awake. Tory continued. "Would you and Capt. Thrace please get appropriately dressed and return to the Galactica? They have been paging you for the last 6 hours. You are both extremely late!" With that Tory about faced and headed up the stairs towards Roslin's office.

Tory was surprised to see that the President was not awake pouring over paperwork. She went up to the door of the President's personal quarters.

"Madam President?" she called softly. Then assuming that President Roslin had merely overslept she opened the curtain and was shocked at what she saw. Admiral Adama and President Roslin were snuggled together in the president's bed. Tory noted to herself that she now owed Lt. Gaeta 5 cubits. Tory tried clearing her throat.

The only response she got was their snoring.

"Madam President? Admiral Adama?" She called. Still they slept on.

"PRESIDENT ROSLIN!" She yelled. Laura and Bill started awake. Slowly Laura's face shifted from pale to pink, to crimson.

"Tory…I was…we were…"

'Madam President, you requested I wake you in time for your meeting with the Quorum of Twelve. I'll leave to allow you to get dressed." And with that Tory stepped out the curtain and began to prepare Laura's papers for the meeting.

"Well," Laura started. And they started to get dressed.

"Now the whole fleet will think we're sleeping together."

"Bill, we did sleep together."

"Yes but they will think that we had sex."

"And what would be so wrong with that? But however, it isn't relevant Tory is very discrete." Bill pulled on his uniform, and leaned over and kissed Laura on the lips. A kiss with a promise, she noted. Laura smiled and started changing into another outfit. Bill started towards the hangar bay, though he admitted; it was a struggle to avert his eyes.

When Bill reached the landing bay he was shocked to find that his raptor was gone.

"Frak!" He swore as he turned around angrily and headed back into Laura's office, just as the ship filled with the Quorum pulled into the landing bay. This was going to be a long meeting.

"Welcome." Laura welcomed them warmly. "I'd like to thank Admiral Adama for taking time out of his busy schedule to join us today, this way if you please."

Nice save, thought Bill. She was such a beautiful, resourceful…fiery…

"President Roslin, what do you think of the massive number of couples now attempting to conceive children?"

"Well I'm overjoyed, I think that procreation is necessary to the continuation of the human race."

"I heard that the two celebrants were married to other people. Are we supposed to sit back and condone adultery?"

"No, I believe that we should allow the celebrants to settle this matter quietly. Obviously they were selected by the Gods."

"True, true. So we now should encourage procreation among the fleet?"

"Yes."

After a long and embarrassing meeting in which Bill heard more about his son's sex life than he had ever wanted to know, the Quorum filed off the ship. Bill nodded to Laura on his way to the Raptor. Laura had to shift to avoid Tory's accusing gaze.

"You know Tory, you can take the rest of the day off. I think I'll just get some more sleep. I have an eleven o'clock with Dr. Cottle tomorrow morning, just wake me in time to get there."

Indeed, Tory did have somewhere she wanted to be. After all she did owe him five cubits.

"Felix!" Tory hissed as she rapped on the curtain of his bunk. The other officers were either asleep or on duty. Felix poked his head out of the curtain.

"Oh it's you…well come in, my rack is your rack" he joked. She climbed into his bunk, it was close quarters.

"I owe you the five cubits."

'What? Seriously? How can you tell?"

"When I went to wake up President Roslin this morning, she had the Admiral, in his skivvies asleep beside her in bed!"

"No way."

"Yes way…and now I'm poor."

"Hmm, well I'm willing to change the terms of our bet…"

"Oh?" She questioned.

Felix leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"My, my, my, are you to tell me the good lieutenant isn't getting any? I think I'll just give you the cubits…"

"Oh come on, it's not like it hasn't happened before."

"Last night was a mistake."

"What about the night before that, and those times last week?"

"I've made a lot of mistakes this week.'

"Oh shut up and kiss me."

Authors Note: I have cowritten this story with my sister, who is very talented, or so she says. We deserve equal credit, and now she won't be so mad at me...Thank you for reading, more to come!