Good news, Everyone, my MacBook died. lol It's a sucker since it happened the day before I started gradschool but anyway.. the good news is I had to download all the stuff I had on my cloud on a PC and I found a tooon of finished and unfinished pieces, especially chapters for this fic so I'm going to polish them a bit and publish them. Hope you'll like it.

Lee pov

He had spent hours and hours imagining what the former president liked in bed, since the day he met her, since she called him Captain Apollo. He sometimes imagined her soft voice pleading with him to kiss her, make love to her. Would she be a quiet lover ? He thought so, expressing her contentment with low moans and whimpers. He sometimes imagined what her ruthless side would look like in bed: teeth clattering during bruising kisses, turning her around to frak her hard and fast and rough against her desk. That thought had fuelled him up more than once. He was not in love with her. No, not at all. He lost all respect he had for her long ago but Gods, he couldn't stop wanting her. She was his fantasy and a little bit more than that. He really wanted her: to taste her, to mark and to wipe away that smug smile of hers, preferably with his cock down her throat. But in all his fantasies, he never, ever imagined she could be like that.

He came chasing after his father when he noticed the old man had forgotten his glasses in the shuttle, with his book. He had followed him among the tents, almost losing his trace a couple of times, his strides so much faster than usual. When he saw his father enter a tent, without a knock or anything, he guessed it was either the Tights or a tavern. Well, it wasn't. It was Laura Roslin's tent.

And never, ever had he imagined her being a playful lover!

She had her legs around his fathers waist, his big hands supporting her. « About time. » She muttered against Bill's lips, before laughing when he slapped her bum. « What are your plans for the next day, Admiral?»

He heard his father chuckling against her throat, still kissing her inviting skin. « Oh I was thinking about eating that lovely pussy of yours for a few hours before fracking you long and slow until you can't take it any more. » He deadpanned before they both burst out laughing.

He told her next to be more prudent, to be sure it was him before greeting people half naked. She laughed even more imagining Baltard falling off on his ass if she had jumped in his arms like she just did. He heard his father's laugh before saying it could be even worse, she could have jumped at his son's neck. Lee didn't find it so amusing but the two elders broke in giggles, barely able to breathe. They calmed quickly, preferring to kiss than to laugh. He watched his father walk with her still in his arms, « you're such a handful » he chastified while he maneuvered her to the rack and dropped her unceremoniously on it.

Lee saw her for the first time this evening, really saw her. She was dressed only in black underwear, a red cardigan covering her arms. His heart constricted, it was not a spur of the moment. She had been waiting for his father, she knew he was coming. He looked around and saw candles disposed everywhere in the room, casting a warm glow in the small tent. « So where was I? » Asked his father, taking out his jacket.

She lied there, a soft smile on her face. « You mentioned something about eating my lovely pussy. » She teased, putting one of her feet on his father's hip, opening wide her legs in a clear invitation. The old man laughed before lowering himself above her. « But kiss me first. » She said in a pleading soft tone that surprised Lee. He watched them kiss, enable to move, hypnotized. His father started kissing her neck and moving down her body. « Lee! » she screamed, tapping his father's shoulder, trying to push him off her.

« Not funny, Laur' » mumbled the old man, his mouth against her hipbone and his hand trying to move her panties down. The Admiral lifted his head up when she held the garnement in place. Lee felt the air freeze and saw in slow motion his father turn his head, Laura's skin still caught between his teeth. He let go of it, a bit of drool following the skin when it went back in place, like an elastic. « What the frak » Erupted the Old Man, getting off Roslin while helping her to cover up with a blanket.

Everything went fast after that: how Lee mumbled about the glasses and put them down on the table nearby along with the book, how he sprinted to his raptor and took off to Pegasus. It was only once he was in the safe abode of his quarters that he took time to think of it.

How could he have not seen it coming? How could he have been so blind ? He remembered Ellen teasing them during supper but he really thought she was messing up with them. How long has it been going on? And more importantly what did it mean? He sure as hell didn't trust Roslin, never will ever again after Kobol, where she used her charms to manipulate him, then Zarek. He heard rumors that she slept her way into politics, that she had been president Adar's mistress for years. And he believed it. She was smart enough to have succeeded on her own but there was something about her attitude… She was such a secretive person, never talking about herself nor a family. He could never trust her anymore. He knew his father had decided she was trustworthy after Kobol and he had always wondered what she did to earn that trust and was coming to question whereas she had gained it by opening her legs.

But then again, his father was not like that. And it chagrined him to have him involved with someone who might not share his feelings, especially after all what he endured with his mother. He had to make sure Laura Roslin would not hurt him.