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So this chapter should have come earlier, maybe like in second but here it comes now.
Billy's POV
Billy didn't think he would find so much joy after the fall of the colonies. But he had. He had found love with Dee, found the tenderness of a second mother in Laura Roslin and, the weirdest part, a friend in William Adama. He didn't think he'd found anything like that again and it filled his days and heart. He smiled as he watched the two leaders exchange a high five. Two hours in and they had managed to finish all their paperwork, class all their reports. It was Friday evening and they were free to enjoy the night! Too bad Pretty Dee had to attend a self defense class again… He was stuck with the Parents. He couldn't say he was unhappy at that perspective. He enjoyed spending time with them. Laura was always sweet and caring when they were alone, even though a bit too much teasing and the Admiral was so wise and quiet. He looked at them and his smile grew wider at what he knew was about to happen. The president tilted her head slightly, offering her cheek and the old man kissed it. Just as he pulled away, she turned and grazed her lips to his cheek. She laughed quietly and cleaned with her thumb the lipstick she had let on.
« How was your day, Dear? » Their obligations fulfilled, they were now only Bill and Laura, two friends enjoying a quiet evening.
« Oh you know, the usual: went boxing with Lee, kicked his ass, done some training maneuvers with Pegasus's team, went to Colonial One for a meeting. Same old same old. » The teasing in his tone enlightened the fact that they hadn't seen a Cylon since a few weeks now and they were finally relaxing and enjoying life again. « You? »
The Admiral had moved a chair and was now seating in the president's side of the dest, knees nearly touching. « Oh same old same old. Sent Billy to a quorum meeting, sent Billy to a press conference, hid to do some filing, that was quite a good day for me. Oh and it's Friday's night! »
« Mmmhh Pizzas! » Laughed the Old man.
« You want to stay for diner? Billy has found some very intellectual movie, again, I might had. » She turned to the young man. « What is it today? »
« Baywatch, Madam. » A few weeks ago, when she was at her worst, they had instituted this new ritual. Wanting to give her some comfort, he had moved heaven and earth to find her favorite movie, Casablanca. Unfortunately on the small hard drive he purchased was only a copy of Fast and Furious. He had not known at that time, even though he should have, that Laura Roslin loved that kind of movie. Love was maybe not the right word but she would watch it as she saw life, with her dark sense of humour and a lot of second level. She would dissect every scene, making fun of every incoherence, of every man with too much muscle and every woman showing too much skin.
He saw the face of the Admiral, a mix of amusement and shock. « Are you two talking about the stuff with young ladies half naked running on a beach? »
« Yes! » The pair responded, laughing. And with that, he agreed to stay for diner and movie. They ate talking about their favorite movies and about the ones they always wanted to see but never had a chance to. It was good, it was easy. It felt like home Billy noticed. It felt like dining with his parents, listening to them, enjoying their warmth, their presence. It felt like like being loved and being a part of a whole, like being safe and carefree. He felt like a child, again and it felt wonderful.
After diner, while the two men cleaned the dishes, Laura went for a shower and came back clad in her pyjamas and robe. Billy felt his heart swollen, it really felt like home. His mom too always slept at some point during a movie. His mom too would wander in their home in this kind of intimate but oh so comfortable apparel. His mom too would not mind for her family to see her dress like that, because they were family.
« You don't have to wear them on my account, Laura. » Said the Admiral once seeing her outfit.
« Oh, you don't understand, Bill: I wear them nearly every night! They are the most comfy thing I have. And they are so so soft! » She leaned and kissed his cheek tenderly. « thank you again, that was a wonderful gesture. » For her birthday, a few weeks after Kobol, Adama had given her the white fluffy robe. It was brand new, still in his package and Billy remembered with emotion how much Laura had loved it. Getting sicker, she had worn it every chance she got. She would always rub her cheek against the delicate material once she put it on and it was one of the rare thing to bring a smile to her face in these difficult days. When she got even sicker, when she had to spend most of her days in bed, he had brought her these satin pyjama. It was a black tank top with quite a décolleté and a matching pair of capri. It was a bit form fitting and as soft as silk. She wore them nearly every night since.
« I'm glad you like them. » He said, blushing oh so slightly, reminding Billy they were not his parents and they were not really a couple. Yet. « Where do you want to settle? »
« What do you think about getting into my room. I think we should all fit in the cot and with the curtain closed, we shouldn't get too disturbed. » They all agreed and Billy started settling the movie on her small screen.
They all sat on the small bed, a little bit rigid, a little bit uncomfortable, not quite wanting to touch one another. The admiral took the left side of the couch, Roslin sandwiched between the two men. The movie started and within a minute, the redhead was laughing. "Look at that!" A beautiful blonde was running on the beach, her small bikini top barely holding in her large breasts. And it started. Billy was surprised to hear Adama respond to her comment and add some critics too. It was easy, it was silly. A scene passed, the protagonists eating corn and Laura exclaimed. "Oh the popcorn, Billy!"
He went to grab it and came back with a chair to put their feet up. He laughed when he saw the pair. « So I've been replaced? » He said, feigning hurt. He usually was the shoulder Laura would put her head on. While she was sick, they had developed this new thing when they watched a movie. He knew how she missed being touched and he welcomed these moments of tenderness. She would snuggle on his side, put her head against his shoulder and wrap her arm around his biceps. He never took her in his arms per se, she just leaned close close close.
« I must say, he's much more comfortable than you, darling. » She said with a teasing smile, patting the other man's chest to make her point.
« Are you calling me fat, Madam President? » It was the Admiral's turn to act dramatic and they all laughed.
« No, Dear, you're just more padded than him. » He lifted his arm and she snuggled on his side, much more than she ever did with her young aide. « Mmmhh and you smell so good too. » She added rubbing her nose in his neck. Billy chose not to say anything, you know, tastes and smells… he glanced once more at the pair and wondered how he would fit in the tiniest bed a president had ever had, with the two leaders. They seemed oblivious to him and he sat on the chair he had just brought. He took a handful of popcorn and passed the bowl to the other two. A bit shocked, he saw his president reach inside, take some in her hand and offer it to Adama. The old man grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth, enveloping her index and thumb between his lips. She didn't really react, only retracting her hand when he finished all the popcorn she had grabbed and finally licking herself the salt,butter and salive remaining on her fingerlings. They kept watching the movie, as if nothing happened, as if they didn't realise what an erotic moment they just shared.
"Come closer, Laura." Finally Adama had noticed Billy sitting uncomfortably on his chair . "Can I?" he asked gesturing to the woman's legs. She nodded and he flipped them on top of his. "comfortable?" He finally asked when he finished arranging her. She snuggled even more closer and only answer by long " mmmhhh" making the two men smile.
" Gods, Laura, your legs." said the Admiral. His hand had slipped under the robe and was now holding her bare calf. To her raised eyebrows, he completed. « How do you get them that soft? What kind of razor do you have? » He moved her leg a little bit up and inspected it with eyes and touch, mesmerized.
" I don't shave." she said simply. He ran a finger up and down her lower limb, clearly not believing her.
" Did you find some wax?"
" Mmhh, Mmhh" She shook her head, denying. "I did laser a long time ago." She said, her eyes fixed on the screen, hand in the bowl of popcorn.
"You mean permanent removal?" He asked again, clearly interested. He rubbed his cheeks. "Maybe I should have done that too."
She laughed, making both their bodies shake. "Oh non, you don't! It's very painful in sensitive areas." He looked at her calf, unsure and then followed her gaze up to the apex of her long legs.
"Oh!" He said, understanding. "You did that there too?" Billy hadn't lost a piece of the exchange and felt his cheek caught fire. Was she really telling that to him? He knew it was true, he had helped her shower and go to the bathroom enough time to know she had very little hair in that area. But saying it! To him! What was she thinking?! And then he realized. For him, she was a non sexual person and even though he had seen her naked countless times, he had never thought of her that way. He had touched her breasts by accident while helping her dress, he had put on and off her panties. He knew she wore lace and satin but it didn't matter. He was not interested, he could not think of her like that. And it was the same for her. It could be her son. But the admiral… for him she was not a mother figure, for him she was a woman his age, a woman he could desire, a woman who desired him. He smiled, amused. The two Williams had a completely different view on the same woman but they loved her just the same.