Hello Everyone! So as I said earlier, english is not my 1rst langage et even though i speak it everyday at work, it's still quite difficult to express my imagination in Shakespeare tongue. I'd appreciate any comment to help me improve either my writing, the story, whatever. Hope you'll enjoy it. Had a hard time putting it on words, seemed so much better in my head lol.
Helo's POV
Lt Agathon walked by the Admiral quarter's and noticed the quietness. At this hour, he could usually hear the sound of dishes against dishes, letting him know his commanding officer was eating. Most of the times, he could also hear the intercom or just some music. It was rarely that silent. The two guards by the door salute him and let him enter through the already open hatch. That was something Helo, and the whole crew appreciated a lot: the Admiral door was always open for them. He would only close it for meeting or sleeping. Karl stepped in the room and nearly fell down right away, twisting his ankle on a pair of heels left by the door. An indication the president was present. It was not his first time tripping on her shoes but he always forget to look for them. He pushed them away and moved further in the room. He understood the quietness.
The two leader were sitting on the couch, each lost in a book. They didn't notice him, lost in their imagination. He took the opportunity to observe them. The president seemed quite relaxed and pleased. Her face was soft, featured completely relaxed. She seemed a lot younger, he could barely see her wrinkles anymore. She seemed much more pleasant too. She looked more like a school teacher than the steel hand leader that she had become. She hummed softly, a smile coming to her lips and eyes. Her belly and legs were covered by a blanket but her feet were bare and on the admiral lap. Helo was a bit shocked. The Old Man was absent minded massaging them, like it was the most natural thing for him to do. He had known his superior officer for about a decade and never he had seen him being that close to anyone: not to his sons, not to Kara. But here he was, caressing the feet of the most powerful woman in the Universe. The scene in front of him felt so natural, intimate. Were they .. lovers? He wondered at seeing the ease between them. The president choose this moment to lift her gaze from her book.
« Lieutenant. » She said, moving her legs to the ground in a swift motion. She looked all presidential again. Had he dreamt it? He was not sure what he caught in between them at this moment but got confirmations in the next week.
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Since her recovery, rumors were that the Admiral and the President were having an affair. Like everyone else Help had his opinion on the subject. Although he didn't see them sleeping together quite yet, he knew something was going on. And he was a little bit curious to found out more. Lucky for him, that day he had a meeting with the two leaders. He was, with Gaeta, in charge of the mining operation and was due to report to them the latest developments. As he walked to the brief room, he found the Admiral on his way too. They walked quietly together.
A marine opened the hatch for them. On the right side of the room, her back against the wall, a bin by her side, was sitting a very pale looking Laura Roslin. Her eyes were closed, her brows frowned and she seemed concentrated on keeping her breathing even. She looked bad, not even as bad than when she was dying but close enough. He felt the man beside him brush past him and move quickly to her side. « Laura? » He asked, worry evident in his voice.
She opened her eyes and taking a big breath, she stood very slowly, resting one hand against the wall. He could tell she was having trouble finding her balance but she put a brave face on and even smiled. « Gentlemen. » She greeted them. One hand on her lower belly, she reached the other one for the table. She took a tentative step, another one before reaching the chair in front of her and let herself fell on hit with a small « whoosh » of the cushion. She winced in pain, one hand on her back and one holding her forehead.
« Madam, are you okay? » He heard himself say. He looked at Adama, surprised by his silence. The older man was observing the woman beside them and, in a second, grabbed both the bin and her hair as she started retching. When she took hold of the garbage herself, the Admiral moved closer to her, caressing her back in big soothing circles. He stopped only when she put the bin on the floor and straighten herself. He offered her a glass of water and as she was taking a small sip he asked: « Are you going to tell us what's going on? » His tone was a bit harsh, contrasting with his actions.
« I'm good. Nothing that 2 Advils and some Ambrosia would not cure. » She said lightly, opening her eyes and trying to focus on a point in front of her.
« Are you frakking kidding me? » The old man grabbed her arm and mentioned for her to get up. « That's it, we're going to sickbay. »
She moved her hand out his grip, putting it flat on the cold table immediately. « Bill, stop, please. » It was more a plea than anything else.
« Tell me what's going on then. » He moved closer to her but maintained a certain distance, his voice was calm, again.
She chuckled. « It's a little bit embarrassing… » she took a deep breath. « It's something that had not happened to me in nearly a decade… I'm fine, I'm more than fine in fact, it's actually my body feeling younger and stronger. » She moved her sight to the two men in front of her, her gaze still unfocused. « I… I just had forgotten about it, frak I didn't even remember it to be that bad.»
Helo looked at her, uncertain. Did she just say..? Well that made sense after all. The headache, the abdo and lower back pain, the nauseous too. « Did you try a hot pad and some ginger ale? It helps a lot for Sharon. »
« Sharon suffers like that, every month? » The president asked in a whisper. « Poor her. » She added, her eyes on him. Helo couldn't help but notice that her sight seemed always unfocused, she was looking at him without looking at him. He had never seen her like that. She noticed it. « My glasses. » She said. « I'm having the lenses changed. It's really difficult to seen without them, hence the migraine. »
« Massaging her temples really helps with that too. » Helo offered gently.
« Is one of you going to tell me what you're talking about? » asked the old man.
« He's going to make me say it, mmhm? » asked the woman with a smile. She took a deep breath « I'm having girls problem, Bill. »
« Girls problem? » Said the older, clearly not understanding.
« Bill, I'm just having my menstruations. » She said, blushing slightly. At that instant, Helo knew: they were not lovers. But he could tell also that they were far more than coworkers and even more than friends. They cared for each other and he could swear they were slowly falling in love.
The Admiral dismissed him, despite the President's protest. They agreed to differ the meeting in the Admiral quarters 2h later, letting the woman some time to rest.
He arrived a bit earlier, maybe 30min before the actual meeting. He had to pick an extra shift in CiC. The hatch was already opened, the security let him pass with a nod. Inside, he heard a low moan followed by a louder « Mmmmhhhh ». He searched the room for its occupants, didn't see them at first. He followed the sounds, forgetting to announce himself, caught in the fear of the president's pain. But she was not! Sitting in one of the chair by the Admiral desk, she rested her head on his chest, his hand in her luscious hair. The Old Man was massaging her scalp and temples with great expertise. She let out a contented sigh and commented « Gods, that feels so good, Bill! » He saw his commander bent and kiss the top of her head. His fingers were completely lost in the long red mane as he continued to caress her head. He appeared to enjoy it as much as she did. Her longs steaks were shining under the low yellow glow of the desk lamp, they seemed so, so soft. Helo could easily understand the temptation to hold them. From his position, he could also smell the sweet perfume of her shampoo. Karl had always found it very intimate to stroke a woman's hair, quite erotic even. He would never touch his sister's hair except to pull at it. He would never dare to touch a one night's stand mane just for the sake of it. No, it was something very intimate to do. It was something he would do while making love, not frakking, making love. It was something he would do to give comfort to his partner or to wake her in the morning. And he could tell by the way the Admiral was slowly combing through the silky red mane, almost reverently, with utter tenderness, that the Old Man felt it too. It was a lover's touch.