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Laura was forgetting something and she knew it. But as she stripped and lay under the covers of the couch that served as her bed, she couldn't remember what it was. Maybe all of her blood had already traveled south to heat her core, a pleasant hum singing in her veins. Maybe once she'd finally found the release she craved, it would come back to her. Yes, that seemed like a sound option.

She didn't get many moments alone like this, and even less moments where she wasn't deeply exhausted to the point of falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. So she was going to enjoy this, and then get some nice, much-needed rest. 

She slowly let her hands wander, stroking her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach and thighs as far as she could reach. She sighed, letting the tension of an exhausting day out of her body. Zarek had played on her nerves today with his smug smiles and condescending tone, trying to take over her meeting. She was sure he'd have propositioned her again if she hadn't left the second they’d been done with that meeting. 

Laura tensed again. She took a deep breath and consciously tried to relax her muscles. She couldn't think about her pain in the ass of a VP, not when she was trying to have some time with herself. That wouldn’t do.

The pain in the ass of a military head, however, she'd gladly think about. Bill and his care for others, his precise leadership, his soft eyes when he looked at her, his deep voice that poured warmth in her entire body, his strong hands that she was sure were very skillful. 

His hands. She closed her eyes and imagined it was his hands on her body, large, warm and slightly rougher than her own. She ran a hand up her side again and shivered, a finger circling one of her rosy nipples. 

Bill would tweak it between his fingers before latching his mouth on it, lapping and sucking at the sensitive flesh until she begged for more. He'd make her call him sir, even though she outranked him. He'd take all the power she'd want to give him.

"Laura," he'd rumble in her ear, low and husky. 

Her fingers left her breasts to travel down her stomach again and rest over her folds. She didn't stay still for long and slipped two fingers inside herself with a soft sigh. 

He'd whisper how sexy he thought she was, how wet she was for him already, how he wanted to bury himself in her until they both lost their minds. He'd frak her with his fingers first like she did now, one at first, then maybe two or three.

Laura moaned in the empty cabin, fingers of her other hand pressing down hard on her clit like Bill's unrelenting tongue would. He'd circle it with the tip of his tongue, a barely there touch that would set her on fire, then he'd suck the swollen nub in his mouth as his fingers moved in and out of her, the perfect pace to leave her breathless. Her hips would arch off the bed and he'd push them down and secure them with his free hand, effectively pinning her down so all she could do was take what he'd want to give her. 

In her bed, warmth rushed to the point between Laura's thighs, pooling at her core like liquid fire begging to be released. Just a few more strokes and it would wash over her like a tidal wave.

With a shaking breath, she took both hands away, not wanting it to be over just yet, not wanting the Bill in her mind to leave just yet. She wondered what he'd actually do if he was here. Would he take her with a straightforward military precision, or would he tease her, torment her until all that tumbled out of her lips were whimpers of his name and pleas to make her come? 

The thought made her groan and she resumed circling her clit with her fingers, thinking about how much she wanted his mouth there, how much she wanted him inside her, filling her until her whole world was him. 

"Bill" she moaned loudly, arching her back into her own hands, and fire poured in her veins as her orgasm rolled through her. She panted, her cheeks flushed, and removed her fingers. Her inner walls twitched at the emptiness and she sighed. Once again, Bill had only been in her head.

A rustle of fabric made her eyes snap open. 

Frak, was someone in there?

Bill stood at the curtain that marked the entrance to her room, his face colored red, and his dark eyes on her.

"Bill!" She exclaimed again, and there was an ocean between the two cries of his name. Pleasure and embarrassment. Scrambling to cover herself with her white sheet, she sat up and ran a hand over her hair to try - and fail, for she was still very naked - to look professional. 

"I'm sorry, Madam President. I knocked, but you…" Bill said, and was his voice rougher than usual? 

Laura ran a hand over her face. "Oh my gods, I'm so sorry." Her mind now helpfully supplied the information it had held back from her earlier: she had a meeting with the Admiral at the end of the day; he couldn't get a free moment before that, he'd said. "I… we had a meeting, didn't we?" 

"That we did," Bill nodded. "I can come back later if you…"

"No, please. I mean, let me get dressed and I'll be right there."

Frak, that meeting was going to be really interesting now that he'd heard her moan out his name as she came. Bill shifted and Laura's eyes fell to the visible bulge in his uniform. Really interesting indeed. 

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Gods, Laura was going to kill him. Maybe she’d airlock his ass in retaliation for what he’d walked in on.

Not only did she always argue with him in meetings - and fine, sometimes she was right; not only did she give him those smiles that made his heart flutter; not only did she uncross and recross her damn legs when he sat opposite from her and he was compelled to stare; but frak, the way she'd moaned out his name like it was the best thing in the world… because he hadn't dreamed that, had he? 

He'd arrived on Colonial One to no one greeting him, no Tory, none of the personnel, and had briefly wondered if Laura was even there. They had agreed on the meeting being on Colonial One, he was sure. If she had gone to Galactica, that would delay things. Walking into her office where there was no sign of activity, he'd sighed and run a hand over his face. That was before he saw a soft light coming from behind the closed curtains delimiting Laura's bedroom. He knocked on the bulkhead beside it and waited, but no answer came. He turned back around, feeling a sense of disappointment at not seeing Laura today.

A low groan resonated in the otherwise quiet space and Bill frowned. He told himself it was only his concern for the President that made him go back to the curtain and pull it apart slightly to check on her. 

He wasn't prepared for the sight that met his eyes. Laura, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, and hands clearly busy under the white sheet.

Now she just moaned his frakking name, as she did in every single one of his frakking fantasies, and there were a lot of them. This was straight out of his head, her pleasuring herself while thinking of him, except this was real. This was real.

‘Let me get dressed and I’ll be right there’ she’d said, but he found he couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. And this was why she was going to kill him. 

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to leave so she could get dressed and meet him in her office… but no, he had no intention to let her do that and every intention to make her scream his name again, this time because he'd drive her to it.

"Should we delay our meeting, Madam President?" He asked, not bothering to hide a smirk. He walked further into the room until he could sit beside her on her cot. From there, he could make out a nipple hiding behind the white sheet that was begging to be licked and teased.

"I'm capable of doing it now if you'd just leave for a minute so I can get dressed, Admiral," she said, her tone crisp. 

"You called my name, I arrived," he said with all the innocence in the world.

When she realized he'd heard more than she thought, she blushed all the way down her neck and behind the sheet. That frakking sheet had to go. "I don't know what you think you heard-" 

"What was I doing in your head, Laura?" He asked, leaning in so his lips were almost touching hers. "Because I'll do it to you. I want to make you moan like that." 

Instead of replying, she kissed him, hot and hard, one of her hands coming up to fist into his hair. They'd kissed once when she was sick, and then a lot more times on New Caprica, stoned and drunk, but this was different. This was raw, electric, a broken dam that released the burning desire they held for each other. He caught her tongue between his teeth when she thrust it between his lips and she moaned, pushing it past and devouring his mouth. 

He pried the sheet from her clenched fist and pushed her shoulder back so she'd lie down again, breaking the kiss. When the sheet was pushed far away, the sight of her bare body made his cock twitch and she smiled coyly at him. He'd never been particularly subtle checking her out when she climbed ladders or bent over tables. She’d had to know how he felt. 

"Bill, should we really be doing this?" she asked. 

"We've waited long enough, Laura," he groaned, laying open-mouthed kisses down her neck. "You were waiting for me in bed, I take this as a sign." 

He’s ignored signs before. Not anymore. He might have missed the opportunity on New Caprica when she was so beautiful and seductive and they’d stopped at making out on the sandbags, but he sure as hell wasn’t stopping now.

"I forgot you were coming… ohh yes." 

He'd finally done what he wanted and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it into hardness. When he let his teeth graze the sensitive peak and teased the other one with his hand, her chest arched off the bed, begging for more with a low groan.

“You’re so beautiful.” He lightly blew on the now wet skin of her breast and she shivered at the feeling.

He nudged one of her thighs and she spread her legs for his wandering hand, finger dipping between her folds. She was so frakking wet, from her previous orgasm, what they were doing now, how they would finally finish what they’d started a while ago. 

She opened her eyes to watch him when his mouth worked on her other nipple and smiled at him. He brought his lips back to hers, and as his tongue delved into her mouth again, he was overwhelmed with the urge to taste her down there as well. With a last look at her face, he moved down and buried his face between her thighs, finally tasting her with a broad swipe of his tongue from her clitoris to her entrance. She moaned loudly at his direct approach, and one of her hands found his head again. She tasted exquisite, and all he wanted to do for the rest of his days was drink her in and make her come. But that was a dangerous thought in that time when they didn’t know what tomorrow would hold. All they had was now, and they had to enjoy what they could.

She wouldn't come with what he was doing now, and it drove her crazy. He was letting his tongue travel up and down her folds, exploring, sometimes dipping into her entrance, feeling the muscles clench around him, sometimes tickling her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. 

She thrust back into his face, whimpering with need. "Gods please." 

The hand that was in his hair pressed hard on his head to make him finally give her what she wanted and he chuckled against her wet skin, ripping a breathless moan from her. She cried out when he took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard, flicking the hard nub with his tongue at the same time. A never-ending string of 'yes Bill gods frak yes'  left her mouth until she tensed under him and came with an inarticulate cry. He let go of the swollen nub but traced around it gently with his tongue until it was too much and she was pushing him away.

By now he was so frakking hard it hurt, especially still confined within his uniform pants but all he could do was watch Laura, chest heaving, red lips ajar as she panted and stroke her stomach and thighs. He was almost a hundred percent sure this orgasm had been much better than the one she'd given herself, and that did something to his pride. 

When she opened her eyes again, he was the one who had his breath knocked out of his lungs. They were dark and wanting, shining with something that made his heart pound. Naked desire.

"Kiss me," she said, and he climbed back up her body. While their tongues swirled around each other, she grabbed his still-clothed groin with a sure hand, and he was the one left gasping this time. "Now, Bill, I need you." 

She didn’t have to say it twice. It was a wonder that he made it so long she even had to say it once. Shedding his uniform with a speed he'd thought lost long ago, he settled between her spread legs and wasted no time thrusting into her willing body. 

"Frak Laura," he grunted as he pushed into her delicious heat, having to force himself not to push in all the way with one forceful thrust. He couldn't hurt her, not this woman he...cared deeply about. She was wet and open, and frak that felt good.

"Yes, that's what I was hoping," she managed to giggle. She still had enough clarity in her mind to mouth off, and that wouldn't do. 

It took all of his self-control to pause once he was fully inside her, and he watched her face for signs of discomfort. She thrust her hips back against him to tell him to move and he took her lips as he took her body, starting slowly and quickly picking up speed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper each time he drove in. 

When he changed the angle slightly, he felt her clench around him and nearly lost it right there and then. "Oh Bill yes, right there, right there," she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts and heels digging into his ass. He made sure to keep thrusting on the same spot over and over, and her pleasure sounds increased in volume, making him delirious with lust for her. 

The fact that he was the one making her feel that way brought him almost as much pleasure as sliding in and out of her tight heat. He picked up speed, slipped a hand between their bodies, and stroked her clit hard and fast. She threw her head back and came with another cry of his name, high and loud. Her spasms squeezed his cock, bringing exquisite sensations, and he grunted as he followed her into the abyss of an orgasm that made his arms shake and almost crush her with his weight. He dropped down enough to nuzzle her neck, and she carded her fingers through his hair in a tender gesture that made him ache for what they couldn’t have.

When he rolled to the side and brought her close again, she looked up and gave him a satisfied smile. “What?” he asked, taking a moment to admire the way her magnificent red hair against her shoulders contrasted with her naked pale skin.

She reached up to kiss him again before she murmured, “This has to be one of the best perks of being forgetful.”