Day Five to Day Ten
Mornings and Evenings

The next morning I was about fifteen minutes late. I wasn't trying to make Stella think I wasn't coming, but I was still feeling a bit anxious about the sex we'd had the evening before. When I entered her cell, I could see the worry in her face, but it evaporated when she saw me with her breakfast and my recorder. She already was sitting at the table. I put the food on it, she started eating right away. I fumbled with setting up the recorder even though I had all the material I needed. We made the small talk we always did before the interviews started. I asked how she slept, she asked me. I asked about the book she was reading for the second time; nothing interview-worthy.
After she had finished eating, we sat across the table, just looking at each other. Finally she said that maybe we should get on with it, but I thought we should wait, not rush things, since I knew as soon as we had finished I would be leaving, and I didn't want it to seem like I came in and then just left so soon. But after a few minutes of just sitting there, Stella lay back down on the bed and again raised her dress up above her hips, and I didn't know what else to do but to join her.
Things were much the same as the first time, except neither of us were too embarrassed to hold back - there was more overt moaning, groaning and panting, but still mostly "clinical." Then an odd thing, if that is the correct way to put it, happened right after it was over. Of course we were face to face, and I don't know if it was me or her, but one of us kissed the other on the mouth, and it was like a dam burst. The passion we both were holding in, exploded, and for several minutes we were kissing like newlyweds. And then we had sex again (I was still inside her). I had never done it twice in such a short time.
After the brief rest period I slowly got up from her and got dressed. Again as I was leaving, she asked if I would be back that evening. I replied of course, picked up my recorder and left.

That evening when I arrived I noticed a subtle change – the four top buttons of her dress were unfastened, giving me a slight glimpse of her cleavage. We made small talk, she ate and then she stood up next to the bed facing me, and one by one she unbuttoned her dress, then opened it, allowing me to see all of her. She just stood there until I went to her, and kissed her. As I did, she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my pants. Then we lay down on her bed, kissed each other passionately, then we – no, I won't say we made love – we had sex – fiery, intense sex. And, of course, with them exposed I did fondle and kiss her breasts. And there was no holding back on the sounds we were making. Twice, in the heat of passion, I almost told her I loved her; almost, but I caught myself in time. When it was over, we both dozed for a while, then I had to go. Again, she asked if I would return the next morning; I assured her I would.

The next morning I was a few minutes early. After she had eaten breakfast I brought out a gift for her – an orange colored citrus fruit I had been saving, hoarding, for myself. And my throat constricted when I saw how much her face lit up when she saw it – was I falling in love with this Cylon woman? It took only seconds for her to peel it and to put one juicy section into her mouth, and then a second one. Then she offered me one, and put it into my mouth. She ate another section, then gave me one, alternating.
When it was gone, she leaned across the table, pulled me to her by my shirt and we shared a sticky, citrus-tasting kiss, licking the juice from each other's lips and chin. It didn't take us long to shed our clothes and find ourselves on her bed making … having sex! Again we dozed, then I had to go. I was afraid if I stayed too much longer than I had been in the past, it would rouse too much suspicion.

This went on for the next few days. Once I asked if she wanted to be on top, but she said the chances were greater that she would become pregnant if she stayed horizontal rather than vertical.

I soon realized that every time I visited I found it harder to leave her.

I knew things couldn't go on like this forever, but for some reason I was surprised when, on the morning of the tenth day, the guard told me Admiral Adama wanted to see me, and two guards escorted me to his quarters. I'm sure it goes without saying that I was soundly raked over the coals, to use an old expression. He asked me what in the gods name I thought I was doing. He brought up the fact that he had given me his permission at the behest of President Roslin, even though he was against it. On and on. And I had no real defense. The gist of it was that my visits to the Six were at an end and I was going back to [fleet ship name omitted] just as soon as the next Raptor was available. I told him I understood, but asked if I could at least tell Stella I was leaving, and say goodbye. After several hostile snorts, he agreed, but I was to stay outside her cell.

When I arrived back at the brig, and Stella's cell, I could see the table and chair had been removed, as well as her sheets and pillowcase. They only left her the bed, mattress, pillow and one blanket. When she saw me, she smiled, but when I picked up the communication phone rather than enter her cell, her face dropped. She went to the one on her side of the bars and put it to her ear. I explained that I was going to have to leave Galactica, and why. She said when the guards took almost everything, she had a bad feeling about it. I asked if she was pregnant, but she said it would still be a week, or longer, before she would know. Then we ran out of something to say. I reluctantly told her it was time. She asked if I thought I would be back; I said I doubted it. I wished her well, but before I hung up she said, "I want you to know, if it had been up to me, I would have not attacked the colonies. I would have let them live in peace, and I would have had us go half way across the galaxy, so far away none of us could ever find their way back." I told her I believed her.

My final words were that I cared for her and would miss her, and I if there was any way, I would try to come back. I then walked away without looking back.