Hi Everyone and sorry for the delay. Like I said earlier, it's really demanding to write in english for me plus my mind has been focused on another idea that i still have to sort. Hope you'll like this chapter. It's total nonsense but i enjoyed writing it. ahah

Cottle's POV

Sherman Cottle had always had a sweet spot for women, especially strong and confident one. He, for one, had always been seduced by their mind rather by pure beauty. Even though he tried not to think of Laura Roslin that way, there was always something about her that charmed him. Well, she was a politician after all, being his patient or not, she was a charmer. And the fact that she was beautiful didn't hurt either. He shook his head, lighting a cigarette. No. He couldn't think of her like that. She was not his patient anymore but she could be, again, in the future. She was not the president anymore either and, somehow, that got her more accessible. No. He would not invite her for a drink. That was unethical. He was wondering if they were other women around her age or his that he knew when the phone rang. "What?!" He answered, annoyed. Well, here was a problem solved. He put down the receiver and his smoke. He just had to wait for her now.

"Where is the damn lump, Madam President?" He asked again, annoyed. He had examined her three times already, she had done the same twice more than him without any success. He wondered if she could have felt just a rib or gone paranoiac. He asked her again if she was still taking chamalla. That would at least explain her disillusion. He felt bad for her when she frowned, clearly concerned and anxious. She had nearly died a few months ago. He understood her fear and tried to calm down. As he was going to examine her one last time, he heard the distinct creaking of military boots. He looked under the curtain and saw someone pacing the other side. He reached for her gaze. "Good Lords, you've got to be kidding me." He mumbled more for himself than for them. "Admiral, come on here!" He ordered. At least, she didn't play the prude. How could he have missed that? Oh, it was going to be fun, he told himself seeing a visibly embarrassed Adama coming. "Can you show us the mysterious lump, sir?" He asked, lighting a cigarette. Oh, it was going to be so much fun.

The two leaders exchange a look. "Just do it, Bill." Said the woman with a resolved sight. That was the very first time he saw his commanding officer uncertain. Well, he had to admit maybe he would have felt the same if he had to reach inside his woman's shirt and touch her breast in front of a doctor. He could not hold his laugh when the other man exclaimed : "You're not wearing a bra?" They both casted him a bad glance and he masked his chuckle with a cough.

"I don't like to wear a hospital gown and I figured it would be easier like that." She answered him, keeping her chin up while he kept playing inside her blouse. "So, have you found it or not?" She finally asked in a dangerous tone.

"No." he said, defeated.

"Well, Doctor, I'm really sorry. False alert. It won't happen again." The doc had to admit she had some guts. She seemed impassive, saying that like if she had bothered him for a splinter in a finger.

"I swear I felt it, Laura." The old man muttered, fist closed. "That's it, get up." Adama grabbed her by the arm, none too gently and made her rise to her feet. He moved behind her back and with a speed that let Cottle completely stunned, he undid the buttons of her shirt. He took her left arm from the sleeve, baring the left side of her torso. She looked as stunned as him but did not protest. She let out a little yelp as the man behind her cupped both her breasts in his hands. "Put your arm around my neck, like you were doing." He instructed. She did as told and Cottle looked at them with even more curiosity. So he was bossing her around and she let it slide, interesting. "Feels good?" He asked as he started moving his thumb along her breast.

"Bill, I'd really like you not to do anything pleasant at the moment and just find the frakking…"

"Found it!" He said, victorious, his thumb pressing hard in her flesh.

"Frak!" muttered the doc, he was still hoping for a laugh and no cancer. He replaced his CO fingers and felt the tiny mass rolling underneath the skin. She winced as he pressed harder, wanting to feel the shape of it. "Painfull?"

"Only when you press like crazy." She hissed. With a smirk, he pressed harder, for good measure.

"Ishay, get in here. Bring a marker and the ultrasound, will you?" He yelled, continuing his examination. In his back, he heard the curtain moving followed by a chuckle. He looked at the pair in front of him and grunted. You have to be kidding me, he told himself, again.

"Your hand, Bill!" He said de concert with Laura. Adama got his hand away but the left one, the one that was holding her arm up. "The other one!" They said in unison, again. Finally he let go of the breast he was still cupping and slightly massaging. He felt Roslin shudder and looked at her raising his eyebrows. What now? "Cold now." She just said, not meeting his eyes.

"How are you doing, Madam President?" Interrupted his assistant.

"Oh, you know, could be better, could be worse." She replied with a smile. "But I have to say, last time I was in that kind of position with two men, it was a little bit more erotic and a lot more pleasant." The two women burst out laughing.

"Laura!" Grunted the Admiral and the doctor returned the sentiment. In his mind it was more a « what the frak, woman? » but the idea was the same. It really wasn't the moment for them to imagine her sandwiched between the two of them. He looked into her eyes and saw unapologetic mirth and shook his head. There really was a reason why she had asked him to run an STD screen on her when he first met her! "You've been with two men?" Asked the Admiral, finally recovering his wits. Oh, it was so going to be fun!

"Are you telling me you've never been with two women, Husker?" He had never heard her use that tone and he was pretty sure she reserved it to Bill. She was toying with him, and she was good! The old man was bright red, a sight he never thought he'd see! "No, you've never had two women in your bed at the same bed, hum?" Her voice betrayed her obvious shock and disbelief.

"Have you?"

He wondered why his CO asked that, the answer so clear for all of them. She tilted her head to her lover and just smiled at him. He continued observing them while he rolled the ultrasound wand. It was a swollen lymph node, nothing more. He took a small sample with a syringe while Adama held her hand. He had not seen it coming, not thought about it but seeing them, like that, it felt right. They cared for each other, they fit, they just fit. But it was not a reason not to play with them.

"So, young lady, I think it's time for you to think about contraception…" Ohh, death glance again, fun, fun. He tried not to smile, seeing the faint blush on both their faces. She had told him she went back having her period and with her priors and her age, a pregnancy would be a bad idea. And she had banned abortion! Concern grew on him. "When were your last menstruations? Were you two careful?"

He saw on her face that she was a bit worried. Good. She was not as crazy as he thought. "I'm due to have them in 4 days. You know I've got a lot of trouble getting pregnant when I was young…" She didn't hold his gaze. She had told him about her many miscarriages, about her years long fertility treatments. He was pretty sure she had a kid at some point, even though he was unsure of what happened to it. "I counted the days and we… We were careful on these days." She said, still not looking up.

"Gods, damn it, woman! You were a teacher for frak's sake! You should know that's not reliable!" She nodded. He calmed down. He felt she was uneasy talking about that part of her femininity. He could feel her suffering. How long had she tried to have a child without success? How bad had she craved it? "Hormonal contraception, with your cancer, I would not recommend. I can put in an IUD but you've told me the cramps are bad, right?"' Adama and her nodded at the same time. "In your case and if you think you want to stay with that same partner." He gestured for his CO with contempt. "I would recommend a vasectomy, for him. It's simple, it wouldn't waste precious feminine contraception and the recovery is fast. You can go back to work within two days, resume intercourse about a week after but you'll have to wack about 20 times for it to be effective."

He wondered a moment if he had overstepped or if he had put them in a weird situation. They exchange a look and said together. "Sure."

"You have to understand that if you have sex with another man, it won't protect you."

They looked at each other, again and without breaking contact, she said. "I don't plan to be with any other man than him, for the rest of my life." The fun was suddenly gone. They were not having an affair, they were falling in love.