I know if i've abandonned this fic since quite a while but looking through my hard drive, I just so that I have a lot of writing on for it so I'm going to post all I have but I don't think I'll write anything new for now.

Hope you'll enjoy ;)

She had never experienced anything like that, not even when she was a teenager. She always saw kissing as foreplay.

It automatically led to something more. Maybe it was because she never had anyone kissing her like that before. Gods, he was so good at it! She couldn't wait to be even more intimate with him. If having sex was remotely as good as kissing him, she was in for a treat!

Now, come to think of it, she realized that what they just shared was the most intimate thing she did her whole life. Being naked, having sex had never engaged her on such an emotional level as sealing her lips with Bill Adama just did.

When she showed up at his door, a couple of hours ago, freshly out of presidency and, du coup, of a home, she was looking for a way to forget her misfortune. She just wanted a good hard frak, losing herself in pleasure and falling asleep sated and physically tired. She didn't expect, although she might have, the Admiral to turn her down.

He welcomed her in his quarters, in his head but refused to invade her body. She resented him, at first. She wanted him so much. But he refused to be used and, even if it pained her, she understood. She knew he held strong feelings for her. It wouldn't be fair for him. She wanted a rough frak, to feel pain and to have her mind blown. She had used sex as an escape for so many years, it was hard not to do it now. She didn't like to face her feelings, she didn't like being full of sorrow and grief. It reminded her too much of …. No she couldn't face it.

Bill must have felt it because he accommodated her. "Come here." He said with his ruff voice, embracing her with his strong arms, her face nestled in his neck, her hands gripping his jacket with the force of her pain. She knew her tears were close, she was pissed, furious even. First, she didn't like to lose and was not used to it. It was a strong blow to her ego. Then… then Baltar. How people could trust him was beyond her understanding. He would bring them to their demise, she was sure of it. The cylons would come back and many, if not all of them, would die. She could feel it in her very soul.

So many emotions assaulted her. She had been so good at shutting down her feelings, she was overwhelmed. Her throat constricted and she gasped, trying hard to contain the tears that threatened to flow. She took a breath, in and out. But his soft touch, the big circles he drew on her back unsteady her and a first tear appeared. Then the dam broke.

She couldn't hold it anymore: the loss of the presidency and of her new found purpose, of the life as she knew it with restaurants, museum and of a very garnished walk-in, of Richard and Marcy, of her whole family. She cried for it all, grieving like she should have months ago. She let her pain take its right place, she allowed it to exist for the first time since the attacks. She allowed herself to miss the softness of her bed, the safety of her home and the luxe of all her belongings.

And, more than anything, she allowed herself to feel the comfort Bill was giving her. She let herself be hugged and caressed and taken care of. Slowly, her tears died, her sobs stopped. "Feeling better?" He asked her, concerned. And she was, as astonishing as it was. She smiled at him, cocking her head toward his and pulled like a magnet, she found his lips. It was hours ago and they were still kissing, still fully clothed and she couldn't get enough of it!

Very few people knew, or suspected but Laura was a carnal creature. She loved sex and had tried nearly everything in that domain: vaginal, oral, anal, toys, retarded gratification, bondage, sex with a man, with a woman, with 2 men, with 2 men and a woman… She took great pleasure in not all but many of her experiences »

Before the attacks, Richard used to tease her that she had very often more orgasms a week than hours of sleep. She considered herself an experienced lover and thought to have her best years behind her in that domain. Her body had imprinted those memories and she could still remember her best orgasms like it was yesterday.

Very high on that list, unrivaled, was that time Richard and her had ended in bed with his campaign manager and his wife. She had never felt more wanton and cherished. They all took care of her at the same time, deliciously torturing her to the point of madness. She thought she'd never experienced anything as pleasurable as being sandwiched between Richard and Brett with Cecilia sucking her breasts. And still, she was facing something unexpectedly better.

It was not the same kind of pleasure, though. She knew she would not come that night. They were kissing, just kissing and cuddling but Gods, it was so… so she didn't even have words for that. It was hot, intimate and delicious. It turned her on as much as it appeased her. She revealed in the feel of his rough tongue against hers, of his soft lips under her teeth, of his hands on her hips. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. He made her feel treasured, cherished and oh so secured.

And a million other emotions she couldn't and refused to name. It was so powerful to look into his deep blue eyes and just feel: his breath on her cheek, his hands traveling on her clothes, his warm body pressed against hers. She felt a level of closeness and intimacy with him that night she never experienced before. It felt like being home, being whole again and maybe for the first time ever.