11 – Interlude

Laura sighed softly and rolled over, it was so warm…and comfortable. Stretching, she realized she was a bit too warm, and half asleep, managed to push the jumpsuit down and off, kicking it out from under the blanket. Curling back into the warmth of the blanket wrapped around her, she let out another sigh…Gods what a horrible nightmare, the destruction of colonies by Cylons of all things, the whole museum thing much have really soaked into her subconscious…although that Commander, with his deep eyes and those arms and hands…she wouldn’t have had a problem with seeing more of him…feeling more of him…or having him feel more of her. And that husky voice just talking to her…Letting out a soft hum of content, she smiled and ran her hand along her body as she rolled over again, this time bumping against someone. “Morning…” Sliding her leg and arm across him, she nestled into his…

“Frak!” Sitting up, she clutched the blanket to her chest, staring down at an amused pair of blue eyes.

“Good morning to you too.” Bill remained where he was, gazing up at Laura as she looked frantically around his quarters. “It’s all right…”

“How did I…did we…did…” When his hand lifted to stroke her back, she shivered and buried her face as memory partially returned. “Oh Gods, it wasn’t a nightmare, was it? The Cylons, I mean…and how did I…we…”

“Shh.” Gently, he urged her back down against him, smiling a bit when she eased back down. “Breathe.”

“Am.” Laura closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember… “I fell asleep on your couch.”

“You did indeed.” Bill resisted the temptation to nuzzle her hair, instead letting his hand play with the tangled curls on her shoulder. “Sound asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up just to get you to new quarters. You were up, we were all up for over fifty hours…You seemed comfortable on the couch, so I left you there. A few hours ago, I felt you slide into the rack with me.”

“Oh.” She took a breath, a vague memory of getting up to use the bathroom then deciding to go back to bed before she woke completely up. “Gods, I’m sorry…”

He chuckled. “Don’t be. We both obviously needed the rest.”

“Still, I can’t imagine…” Her voice trailed off in embarrassment as she let her face fall against his shoulder again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I woke up for a moment when you got into the bed, went right back to sleep.” His hand moved from her hair to trace designs on one pale shoulder. “I should apologize to you.”

“Hmm.” Being lulled by his motions, her lips twitched. “You should know, I don’t go around falling into people’s beds…racks….”

“I got that impression.” Bill responded dryly then chuckled as he traced the line of her bra strap. “You are a silk and lace kind of girl.”

She managed a giggle. “Don’t mind the metal and cotton though.”

“Really.” Running his finger down her spine, he smiled as she pressed closer to him, her hand moving to rub his chest.

“Not at all.” Absently, she toyed with his dog tags.

“Don’t mind the satin and lace.” Bill’s hand stilled as he found the scraps of silk that covered her rear. “What there is of it.”

“Hmm.” One shoulder lifted as she continued her exploration of his chest. “Complaining?”

“Not at all.” When she shuddered, he used his other hand to lift her chin so he could see her face. “Laura?”

“Hmm?” As he repeated the slow trace of material that had elicited the first shudder, she let out a low groan. “Gods…we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Nope.” When she slid over him, reaching down to shove his boxer shorts down, Bill reached up to pull her face down to his, their lips meeting lazily, tongues dancing with each other as she relaxed back onto him. His hands still moving and pulling what passed for her underwear down her thighs, Bill let his mind wander to a few nights previous, when he’d escorted her back to her quarters, her holding onto his arm as she was a bit…’festive’ as she’d put it, and they’d kissed goodnight. Not chastely, but with some sort of promise…these kisses though…as she broke off the kiss with a series of soft nips to his lips and chin, he groaned. ”We’re going to though, aren’t we.”

“Yeah.” She reached down between them and tugged at the hem of his tanks. “Off.”

Bill pulled the tanks over his head and tossed them to the side before realizing she’d matched his movements and dropped her bra on top of his tanks. “Gods…Laura…” He stared at her body, pale in the dim light of his quarters, the shadows sculpting her as she perched over him.

“Hmm?” Sliding back, Laura smiled as she felt his hands move to her breasts, gently caressing, his head tilting up to capture one as the hand his lips replaced moved to her back, holding her against him. Gods, she’d almost forgotten what…as the hand slid down her back, she caught her breath while he switched breasts…a moment later, she raised up slightly and slid back, an involuntary cry coming from her lips as she arched her back.

“There you are.” Bill’s hands returned to her breasts as his mouth blazed a wet trail up her neck and to her lips. “Come on now…” Abruptly, he reached down and hitched her legs higher as she moved faster against him, the sudden movement jarring her into a keening cry as his hand tangled in her hair, pulling as she arched back, and her head spinning, fell…her body….hitting the ground with a solid thump.

“Laura?” At the concerned voice, she blinked, completely disoriented. She’d been flying…her body just on the verge…a man’s hands…and body, but she was still completely dressed in the jumpsuit… “Laura, you all right?” When Bill rounded the corner, his tunic undone and a towel around his neck, she stared up at him as he knelt next to her. “Laura? Bad dream?”

“Hmm?” She blinked, trying to not focus on the small amount of chest hair that she could see above his tanks.

“Hey,” his finger lifted her chin so he could gaze into her eyes, his touch eliciting another shiver from her. “You all right?”

“Dream.” Laura stammered out, staring at him. “How long…”

“You slept for about an hour.” He pushed her hair back behind her ear. “Not near long enough.”

“No.” She blinked at him.

“I heard you moving around, had I known it was a nightmare, I would have woken you up.” Bill gently bent and helped her to her feet, supporting her when she sagged against him for a moment. “Hey there.”

“M’okay.” Laura sank back down on the couch, her body still tingling where it had been pressed against his. Gods knew she wasn’t but, what could she say…’by the way, we were just frakking in my dream, and I’d like to see if the reality is as good as where my mind was taking me? Or even better?’ When his hand appeared in her line of sight again, this time holding a glass of water, she grasped the glass, sipping at the cool liquid before pressing the glass against her flushed cheeks. “Thanks.”

“If you’re sure.” Straightening, he smiled down at her. “I need to finish shaving and we’ll head out and find some food, all right?”

“Yes.” She took another swallow of water. “Any word on anything?”

“After we eat.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be another few minutes; you can lie back down if you’d like.”

“No.” Tempting though it was to slide back into that dream, Laura shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure.” When she smiled at him, Bill nodded and moved toward the head, leaving her behind on the couch, the glass of water clenched in her hands. Staring at his reflection, he frowned at himself…the low, sultry moans that had interrupted him just before he’d started made him wonder…if she sounded like that in a nightmare, just what would she sound like…”Not now.” He murmured to his reflection.

He…they…didn’t have time for that sort of thing now…a hurried frak to celebrate surviving, sure, if that was what they had wanted, but neither of them…running a hand over his head, he picked up his razor. When they frakked, it would be more than frakking…he could tell. And until he could guarantee that they’d have a long enough uninterrupted time…he wasn’t going to start anything. Although Adar had been right about one thing, based on the unintentional glimpse he’d gotten due to the zipper on the jumpsuit having slid down. She was definitely a silk and lace kind of woman.