Disclaimer: The BSG characters are still not mine. Characters: A/R.

Done With Subtle

Bill returned from CIC, smiling at the sight of her shoes right next to the hatch. He had offered her the comforts of a decent bathroom, his bathroom, after the reconstructions on Colonial One had turned out to take longer than expected. She had rejected his generous offer at first, pretending that her bathroom situation wasn't as bad as he seemed to imagine. But, eventually she had agreed to use his recreation facilities, as she liked to refer to his shower and to his kitchen, a place she had made her territory as soon as she had set foot in his quarters.

When he entered his quarters he stopped being Admiral Adama, allowing himself to just be Bill, pouring himself a drink to calm down, and made himself feel at home. He had been a little on edge when she had used his rooms for the first time. His imagination playing tricks with his mind at the mere sound of the water running in his shower, knowing that she was all bare and natural underneath it. He had learned to cope with it after a week or two. He had started to prepare dinner, to go through files, to read. Sometimes, he found a set table when he came in. Two plates, two glasses of wine and a smile on her lips when he was early. She had made herself feel at home. And his heart had long begun to ache when she left him alone for the night, heading back to Colonial One.

Today, the shift on CIC had been a quiet. He was comparably relaxed, very much looking forward to a calm dinner and some witty discussion with Laura Roslin.

His drink in one hand, he walked over to his rack and pulled off his jacket, trying to switch off the duty mode. He had become used to seeing her as Laura in the safe environment of his quarters. Laura, plain and simple, no Presidency attached. And he indulged in the way she had grown accustomed to kid around with him in the privacy of his home.

When Bill put his jacket on his neatly made bed, he discovered her clothes on it. Noticing that the shower had been switched off since he had entered the bedroom, he turned around to head back to his living area. It was then that he saw her standing in the frame of the bathroom door. Her body wrapped in one of his towels, she leaned against the frame, studying him.

Bill, a gentleman to his bones, tried to cover the pleased smile that threatened to creep to his mouth. It was too late. His eyes betrayed him already, a joyful sparkle beaming from them, giving away the gratitude he felt for the standard size of Galactica's towels. He had often grumbled about those towels being too small, a thought he reconsidered the very instant he had the pleasure to enjoy seeing Laura Roslin being wrapped in one of them. Her curves revealed to him through the tightness of the material that was tugged around her body, her perfectly formed hips and butt merely covered by the off-whitish terry cloth. Her thighs, toned and intoxicating, adorable knees and perfect calves, a sight he was used to drooling over in the secrecy of his mind.

He cleared his throat, his eyes slowly working their way up to her face again, taking in every shimmering inch of her glistening body. Her hair, hanging loose on her shoulders, curly and wet, framed the natural beauty of her face. She wore an amused grin on her lips, her eyes dancing, enjoying his stare.

"Bill, if I asked you to do me a favor, would you consider it?" She said with an innocent voice.

"Of course." He returned, clearing his throat again, focusing on her eyes.

"No questions asked?" Laura was astonished.

"I know you wouldn't stretch the line." He said respectfully.

She chuckled. "Wouldn't I? Well, you do recall the time when I asked you to kill off your superior officer, don't you?"

"Are you trying to scare me?" Bill raised one of his eyebrows to mock her.

Her chuckle grew into a giggle. "No, I was just trying to make a point."

"Your point being...?" He tried to meet her bemusement.

Laura smiled at him, her eyes playfully darkened for a moment. Then she paused, her face easing from amused to tender.

"Would you make love to me?"

Bill's heart missed a beat at the sound of her words. "What?"

His reaction hardly beyond a whisper, the word wasn't really a question.

She had caught him off guard. She had had that way with him before, but never like that.

"Would you make love to me?" Laura repeated quietly, the expression on her face somewhere between vulnerable and seductive.

Bill took in a deep breath when she moved closer to him, looking into his eyes like a cat on the hunt. He swallowed hard when she moved her arms around his neck and waist, pulling him into her for a deep kiss.

Not knowing where to put his hands, surprised by the feeling of her body pressing against his, however, soon he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the maddening sensation of actually being in contact with her curvy body. Their kiss, longing and tender at first, grew into a variety of passionate ones, their tongues dancing to the beat of the matching rhythm they found.

When they broke their kiss for the shortness of some laboured breaths, he smiled at her with lusty eyes when he felt her hands tugging at his shirt in a desperate attempt to get it out of the way. He helped her remove it, his eyes following the slow motion speed of his towel sliding down her body, inch by intoxicating inch.

She grinned, flattered by his adoring glare, and tugged at his belt.

He chuckled when he felt the impatience in her touch, her hands shaking slightly in anticipation of the step they were about to take after all. He helped her with his trousers, nuzzling at her ears, whispering. "I always knew that you wanted to get into my pants."

She chuckled, her voice low and husky. She took the liberty of enjoying the sight of him in his briefs as soon as he had stepped out of his uniform trousers. She moved her hands to his chest, caressing his skin with a firm, heated touch while licking the inside of her lips. The sight of him in those tight red boxers would haunt her for days to come, she was certain about it already. Wishing to indulge in the view for a little longer, she moved closer to the bed with him, lowering herself on his lap when he lay down. She moved her hands over his skin, her touch soft or demanding, driving him close to madness.

He moaned her name when she started to kiss his neck, his hands exploring the silkiness of her skin. Desperately wishing to enjoy the view of her in control of him, he lost the struggle against his own body. His eyes drifted shut, his lips forming into a pleasurable smile that almost tugged up behind his ears. He felt how she slowed down her pace when she kissed the length of his scar. She kissed her way up again, when she felt his hands urging her to do so. She raised her head, meeting him for another passionate kiss while he switched positions with her to repay her tender administrations.

She giggled in a way he had never heard before. It was a hoarse kind of giggle, seductive and low, spurring him on. His hands enflaming her heart, waking a side she had carefully locked away for the duration of her presidency, worked their way up and down her sensitive body. His kisses increased her longing to merge with him, and she began to move her hands to those kinky little briefs of his, tugging them off.

Bill, eager to comply with her wish to speed things up a little, enjoyed the sound of his name on her lips. The way she buried her head in his pillow, her face being framed by the darkness of her hair – it made him want her all the more. Fondling her breasts while pulling her into another ardent kiss, he sought her approval to join with her. Reassuring her of his love, she moaned her bliss against his skin, indulging in the feeling of being one with him after all.

They moved in unison to seek their moment of perfection and fulfillment with each other, finding a rhythm that matched the intensity of the situation. When he felt the waves of pleasure washing over her body, arching up against him, tightening and releasing around him, he lost himself in her, and collapsed in her exhausted arms.

They remained entangled for a while, enjoying their closeness. Laura placed tired kisses onto his sweaty hair, moving on top of him when he moved onto his back.

Bill smiled, lazily, reaching for his blanket to keep them from getting cold. He caressed her back and hips, enjoying the tender kisses her lips placed against his neck and cheeks. She chuckled in between kisses when he tickled her, she whispered, "So, I take this as a yes."

He released a puzzled sigh, inviting her to kiss him before answering his implied question.

"I asked you earlier if you would do me a favor. Remember?" She giggled.

And Bill met her giggles, indulging in the feeling of her quivering body against his.

"Any time, Laura. Any time."

Laura, burying her face in his neck, cuddling up with him, didn't have to look up at him to know that the bemused sparkle in his eyes had just turned into a devilish one, and that the favor she had asked from him before would be repeated without any complaints or questions asked. The favor Laura Roslin had playfully asked from William Adama, would be one to be exchanged between Laura and Bill only from now on. And she was very much looking forward to it, realizing that they were, after all, done with subtle.