The Calm Before The Storm, a BSG fanfic

[lily_winterwood]

This is an interlude in "Past Lives", because it's not set within an episode. Hope you like. Hugs and kisses to laurawillows  for betaing.

Title: The Calm Before The Storm
Author: Lily Winterwood
Rating: M
Fandom: BSG
Characters: Laura Roslin, Bill Adama
Pairings: A/R
Summary: Set between "Disquiet" and "Oath". Bill and Laura get cozy on the couch while Earth!Bill pops the question.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. Me wish own. You still no sue, y/y?

 

The Calm Before the Storm

The Hitei Khan might have come back to the Fleet, but Bill Adama and Laura Roslin don’t give a frak about it.

They’re sitting on the couch in the Admiral’s Quarters, Laura curled up like a contented cat next to Bill, who is reading a book to her. He pauses occasionally to gaze at her; he’s almost certain that if she could, she would start purring.

He also notices that her eyes have changed. Her green eyes were usually dim with anxiety about the Quorum, the Fleet in general, her cancer, their possibly never finding a home, and just about every other little thing. Not today. Today they’re bright with hope and love. She smiles at him, and he can’t help but smile back.

“Good morning,” she murmurs.

“Good morning yourself,” he replies, chuckling. She laughs, and leans forward to kiss his cheek.

He turns his head at the last moment, and their lips meet.

~~

They’re surrounded by foliage as they walk through the park hand in hand. The sun is setting, dying the sky a myriad of colors and tinting the clouds pink. There’s no one around as Bill and Laura pause to kiss in the middle of the path, and even if there was they wouldn’t have cared.

“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?” Bill asks her after they break apart.

She raises an eyebrow. “Are you asking me out?” There is a playful lilt to her voice. “So this is officially a date, hm?”

“Laura,” he groans, sounding amused nevertheless. “We’ve been dating for a year.”

“I like to mess with you, silly,” she giggles, standing on tiptoes to kiss his nose.

~~

“Frak me,” Laura whispers into Bill’s ear as he kisses his way down her collarbone. The book has long since slipped to the ground, forgotten.

He grins impishly; she can feel his smile against her skin. “Is that an order, Madame President?” he asks.

“You’d better follow it, Admiral, or else I’ll have you thrown in the brig.”

A low chuckle escapes from his throat as he unfastens the ties of her bathrobe. “You don’t seem to like getting dressed up these days,” he remarks as he does so.

“I don’t want to get involved anymore,” she replies, glaring at the buttons of his duty uniform as if she could glare them off. “I’ve got a better role to play.” There is a suggestive tone in her voice. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Bill laughs his agreement and gently pulls the robe from her bare shoulders.

~~

Bill has learned long ago that Laura loves Italian resturants.

They’re sitting now in Olive Garden, perusing the menu. Laura has changed into a little black dress and her auburn hair is done up. Bill barely did anything on his part other than comb his hair.

“Let’s order some wine,” Laura says suddenly. “It’ll make this more romantic.”

“You pretty much make anything romantic,” Bill answers as he skims the wine list.

“Very funny. I wanted to try this chardonnay; I heard it’s pretty good.”

Bill smiles and shrugs. “Am I supposed to say no to you?”

Their waiter comes, and Laura cheerfully orders their dinner and their chardonnay.

~~

“Gods, Bill. Stop gawking. There’s nothing you haven’t seen.”

Bill shakes his head. “Last time we did it by candlelight. I want to see you better.” His hands ghost up and down her thighs as he says that, and it sends delightful little shivers all throughout her body.

“Is that so? Well, I’d like to see you better. But you seem to be fully dressed.” Laura arches an eyebrow and pushes his hands away. “Get rid of those clothes, Admiral.”

Bill couldn’t remember a time when he had been more eager to follow an order.

~~

“This seafood portofino is very good,” Laura comments, and Bill wonders why everything she says these days sounds like a message from above.

“Mm, but I like the chicken alfredo better,” he replies, and Laura wonders why she loves to listen to him talk.

The wine comes. “Cheers,” Laura murmurs. “To a year of happiness.”

“To a year of happiness,” Bill agrees. “And to many more similar years.” With that, he draws a little box from his jacket pocket. “Laura, will you marry me?”

Laura gapes at him, speechless.

~~

“Laura,” Bill whispers, his breath hot against her neck and ear. Laura doesn’t respond, still reveling in the sensation of him inside of her. It is not their first time, yet it feels like that every time.

She opens her eyes to see him staring concernedly at her. “I’m fine, Bill,” she says finally. “I’ll be all right.”

He nods, and when he thrusts, she arches in response.

~~

“This is a question I thought only belonged in childhood fantasies,” Laura admits as she accepts the engagement ring.

Bill laughs, and leans across the table to kiss her. She can’t help but giggle in response as he rains feathery light kisses all over her face. “Stop that, there’s people watching,” she managed to choke out through her laughter.

“Then let me get the bill paid and let’s get out of here,” he says, his voice suddenly husky.

When they exit the resturant arm-in-arm a few minutes later, Bill spins Laura around and kisses her under the glow of the streetlamps.

~~

Bill is in danger of slipping over. Laura’s just as close as he is, if the noises she’s making are of any indication.

He looks down to see her with her eyes closed and a light sheen of sweat coating her body. Though she has no hair thanks to Diloxan and her cancer still rampages through her body despite that, he finds the sight erotic.

Her eyes open, and she cries his name. Bill is certain that everyone in the Fleet heard. He doesn’t care.

He feels her trembling around him, and with a final thrust he, too, is lost.

~~

“I didn’t know seventh grade science teachers liked black lace,” Bill comments as Laura straddles him. She’d managed to rid herself of her dress as soon as they crossed the threshold into his apartment, and he’d suddenly found himself lying on his bed, completely devoid of clothing. How he had ended up like that so fast was a mystery.

“Shut up,” she retorts, kissing him roughly. She’s let her hair down, and he thinks she looks prettier like that. “Just shut up and fuck me senseless, alright?”

Bill knows he’s going to be in a lot of trouble for saying what he’s about to say. He can’t resist, though. “Tsk, tsk, such language. Do you say that in front of the students?”

Laura swats at him playfully and then reaches behind her to unfasten the clasp of her lacy black bra. Such a small gesture it was, but it succeeds in making him even harder.

Bill never knew that seventh grade science teachers were so frisky, either.

~~

Back to acting like a contented cat, Laura curls up next to Bill on the couch and sighs. “This is just the calm before the storm, isn’t it?” she murmurs.

“I don’t want to think about that,” Bill admits, shivering a little as her index finger traces intricate patterns on his chest. Everytime it touches his scar his heart flutters.

 “Neither do I,” she whispers, kissing him. “Let’s get some sleep,” she adds, drawing him into his arms.

When Saul Tigh enters the Admiral’s Quarters at 2308 hours, he sees at first the Admiral lying in the arms of the President.

When he exits after putting a blanket over them and laying his reports down on the coffee table, he has seen Bill Adama lying in the arms of Laura Roslin.

~~

“Looking back?” Laura murmurs, startling her husband Bill from his reverie.

Blinking rapidly, Bill realizes that he had been gazing at a photograph of the two of them four years ago, back when they were still dating. “Yes,” he replies.

Laura crosses over to where he stands to look at the photo as well. “I remember that little black dress,” she whispers fondly.

“I remember it, too,” Bill says, grinning. “And I remember what was under it.”

“Bill!” She looks scandalized for a moment and then laughs. “Those were good old times, hm?”

He nods, putting one of his hands in his pockets. “Yup.”

“I think the dream-like way these three years have passed are trying to tell us something, though,” Laura adds, her voice now serious. “It’s like the calm before the storm.”

Bill takes her hand. “It might be. But the calm’s been here for years already; let’s keep it that way.”