Thank you so much for your kind reviews! As you see, I managed to update more quickly this time (Not that this is much of an achievement, I know...)

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know it is short but any more content would have spoiled the plotline. As always, let me know what you think! (And please forgive the tiny Game of Thrones references.)

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December 1803

One moment in time

William Adama

It felt surreal, holding her like this. Holding her like a lover, not just like a friend. Bill had been so adamant not to let anything like this happen, not after the Baltar-incident. But probably it had been invetable. They were drawn to each other, like moths to a flame, powerless against the force. Messing up her hair had been an absolute accident, he would have never mortified them like this on purpose. Though he had to admit the outcome had been more than favourable, if one considered the present situation as such and not as total catastrophe.

Absentmindly he kept playing with her brownish locks that had a very prominent red touch in this peculiar light. Laura smelled like flowers again, winter roses, he thought. Finally she moved back a bit to look at his face and what he saw stunned him:

The brown waves were framing her delicate face, making her look so different and at the same time so 'Laura'. He felt as if he could see every detail of her that was usually hidden from view, the vulnerability in her grey-green eyes, the loneliness in her heart, the longing for something. She blinked, holding his glance, and a small smile tugged at her lips. That was his undoing.

'Absolutely a really bad idea' was his last thought before he bend down to kiss her.

Apparently Laura hadn't quite expected that if the sounds she made were any indication, but she followed his lead in the blink of an eyelid. She felt perfect against him, her lips like soft flower petals on his. It was more tender than anything he had ever experienced with Carolanne, him and his former wife had never held back, especially when they had been young. It had always been everything or nothing, no muse for tentative explorations. As the kiss progressed it became considerably harder to keep it chaste like that, especially when she ran her hand over his cheek and then rested it on his shoulder.

When he finally pulled back, his friend who had somehow become so much more than that was looking a bit stunned.

"I am sorry Laura, that was..." he started, his voice rough.

"Unexpected," she finished for him, slowly gaining back her composure.

Another lady would have stormed off at this point, or slapped him across the face for his behaviour, and they would have been right. But Laura wasn't like any other. Far from it. She had reciprocated, he had felt It, whatever that meant.

The she shook her head, still looking slightly confused.

"I should probably go," she said in a quiet voice and he cursed internally. So he had messed it up after all!

"Please forgive me," the man pleaded, he didn't want to lose her, she had become to important in his life.

"I am not angry, Bill," she explained, her eyes soft, "but if I stay, I might do something stupid. So I better leave now."

As if she couldn't quite help herself, she caressed his cheek again before turning around and leaving the study. Outside he heard her talking to Dee and then the sound of a carriage becoming more and more quiet. He couldn't move, this all felt so surreal. How had it gone from perfect to so wrong?

So here you go, a first kiss. I hope I didn't disappoint, I know the expectations were high after all my stalling. In case you are wondering: This kiss kind of relates to the one after Laura makes Bill admiral.