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Private Stevenson's POV
Mariel Stevenson never thought he would be happy to hear two people make love, embarrassed yes, grossed out yes, happy no, never. But he was. The woman's voice was getting higher and louder, the cracking of the bed faster and he knew it would be finished soon enough. One last '' Oh my gods, Bill! '' filtered. Softer, lusher, huskier. Two or three more bangs and the silence engulfed once again the hallway in front of the CO's quarters. He knew his colleague was mortified, he knew he should have been too. He wasn't, he was happy. He was a man who enjoyed the little things life could offer: a good supper, caressing his baby soft cheeks, witnessing two people falling in love. And that, he had seen it coming for months now. He couldn't remember the exact moment he thought the Admiral and the president were more than coworkers. Maybe after they came back from Kobol. He knew for sure when she was dying. He saw for the very first time that kind of gentleness in Adama, heard him sob all night long. After her miracle cure, their relationship definitely changed. He figured the Old Man had let his feelings transpired while she was on her deathbed, he was certain they had kissed. They were closer, always touching each other: her holding his arm, him putting his hand on the small of her back, them whispering in one another's ear. They spend a lot of time together locked in his quarters. He heard the rumors but he knew first hand that it was false. He could tell that was the very first time they were being intimate. How?! He was guarding the door of the Commanding Officer since the attacks and never had he heard that kind of noise before. But he had seen her leave, so many times, faces full of sorrow and longing. They wanted to be together, they wanted more, he could see it. They had certains responsibilities… They put their people first, always.
But now Baltar was the President and if it brought one good thing it was that: the chance for Adama and Roslin to be together. He smiled remembering the last few days. It had been hectic since the Dr won the election. He was there when Laura and Tori arrived aboard Galactica and to their guest quarters. He was there when they found out there was only one bed in said quarters. He definitely was there when the Admiral said cooly to the RedHead she could share his quarters. The look on Roslin's face! He would never forget that nor Adama worlds. « I thought you'd prefer some place with a large library and the company of an Old Man. » He had seen her blush, he had seen the mirth in both their eyes. And she had followed him. Just like that. It was two days ago. In retrospect, he was surprised he had not witnessed any love making sooner. He knew her defeat had taken a toll on her, he could see how broken and worried she was. Maybe it had been better for her to move on and not act on an impulse. He laughed a bit. These two were among the most passionate people he had a chance to meet but were also the ones with the best self control. That was what made them great leaders, he realized.
The first night, they stayed in. He heard Roslin's angry voice, her despair. She cried for a long time, while Adama murmured soft words he couldn't make out through the metal wall. It was usually like that, he knew people were talking inside the CO quarters but could never understand. The next day was Baltar's ceremony. The night after that was quiet. They stayed in all night long without a sound. He imagined them reading or simply sleeping. In the morning, the Admiral left for CIC. Around noon, Roslin got out, shoulders square, chin up. She seemed to be her normal self, composed, calm, very much the President he knew. They didn't speak much, he just followed her. She first went to see Tori and talked to her for a long time. She then went to see Dualla and got out of her quarters with a bag of clothes. When they went back to Adama's quarters, they could overhear his soft snoring. The hatch was not fully closed and Mariel saw the woman cross it on her tiptoes, mindful of not waking him. It was a funny thing to see, the former president, the woman who had led what was left of humanity, walk like a little mouse. He knew it was an act of love and respect, things Roslin was full of but rarely showed.
Then the night came. The hatch opened again and the leaders stepped out. Laura had put a purple wrapped dress which revealed her fabulous curves. He had been surprised to see the woman under the suits. Who knew she had such an incredible body hidden under her conservative outfits! The Admiral was grinning, not smiling, grinning. He seemed utterly proud and pleased to walk with her arm in arm. They walked quietly to hangar bay and boarded a raptor. Tonight was Baltar's party aboard Cloud 9. And when they boarded the luxurious ship, they all saw the change already happening. No small gathering like Roslin used to do, no thoughts for the thousand of people living aboard crowded ships and fighting to survive and eat every day. No. Tonight nothing was fancy enough, nothing was excessive enough for the new president! Fountains of champagne, live band, tables full of fruits and meat. '' Might as well enjoy it. '' Said the Admiral to his date. She hummed and let him lead her in the ballroom. The place was crowded and it was difficult to keep an eye on him, on them. He lost them a few times before losing them for good. Worried he walked into the room, marched into the mass then he saw Tori. He was about to go and talk to her when he noticed her facial expression. She seemed beyond pissed, furious. He followed her gaze and saw, in a dark corner, the Admiral and the Former President dancing. Well dancing was maybe not the word for it. Her back against his chest, his head in her neck, they were swaying softly in rythme. He walked closer and saw that she had her eyes closed, head back against his chest, her lips ajar. From the distance, he could tell she was moaning. Slowly, she reached a hand back up and caressed her partner's hair. She had the most wide and sincere smile he had even seen on her face. She looked totally unguarded, completely caught in the moment, enjoying the man behind her kissing his way up from her neck to her lips. She was not the president anymore, she was Laura, she was in Bill's arms. Stevenson grabbed his partner and guided him to the small alcove where the two lovers were hiding, they took stand in front of them, facing the crows. They were finally letting their guard down, he would guard it for them.