Payback

Laura nestled closer to the warm body behind her, causing the hand stroking her hair to pause momentarily. “No, don’t stop…” She murmured, “feels good.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” The soft, husky voice made her smile slightly.

”You didn’t.” Moving slightly, she slid her arm across his chest, her fingers flexing slightly as she traced the scar bisecting it. “And you know it.” His chuckle echoed under her ear.

“Indeed, you’ve been lying there thinking.” Leaving her hair, his hand ran down her spine and back up underneath her hair. “About?”

“I don’t know…” She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at his face, his eyes closed and lips curved in an indulgent smile. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know.” Bill’s smile twitched. “Having you here, taking a few hours to feel again…”

“Hmm.” Laura sighed again, reaching up to trace his chin. “You feel…scratchy.”

“You feel soft.” As her hand moved from his chin to caress his arm, he countered her movement, sliding his hand back down her back.

“Strong,” she gripped his upper arm gracefully.

“Silky.” His hand moved over her hip and along her thigh, pulling it up over his body.

“Hard,” as her leg slid over him, Laura smiled, sliding the rest of her body across his as she continued the movement, ending up straddling him.

“Sexy.” He balanced her with his hands on her waist as her hands gripped his upper arms, her hair falling around her face as she gazed down at him. A slight mischievous twitch of her lips was all the warning he got before she shifted, her lower body sliding down to meet his. “Frak…Laura…”

“I thought that was what you were doing.” She moved her hands to either side of his head, stretching her body over his as he pulled her hips against his. “Unless…you…don’t…”

“Raise…” As she obeyed, he moved his hand slightly, positioning himself before flicking his fingers over her, causing her to arch her back and gasp, the movement bringing him into her as he yanked her hips down, filling her. “Good?”

“Gods…” She panted softly, her fingers digging into the pillow. “Bill…”

”Goddess.” Bill started moving, countering her movements as the covers fell down off her back, exposing her pale body to the dim lamplight as he watched her move over him, the soft waves of her hair tumbling over her shoulders and brushing against his skin. “Laura…”

“Hmm.” Eyes closed, she bent over him, her lips finding his blindly. When his hands ran up her back, Laura groaned into his mouth as they tangled in her hair. Seconds later, she let out a soft moan as he rolled them, sinking even deeper into her as she automatically wrapped her legs around him, her hands releasing the pillow and grasping at his shoulders.

“Now.” He commanded huskily into her ear, biting down gently on the lobe before grunting as her nails dug into his back. “Come on, Laura…”

One leg sliding higher to hook over his hip, she thrust up against him as he met her movements, both of them losing themselves in each other until she jerked against him, a strangled gasp forcing its way from her throat as her head arched back, the crown resting against the pillow as Bill bit down on the exposed flesh.

When they finally collapsed against each other, panting, Bill used his leg to pull the discarded sheet up to a point he could grasp it and drag it the rest of the way to cover their damp bodies. “All…right?”

“Hmm?” Laura lifted her head slightly, her eyes still slightly dazed, and smiled as he tucked the sheet around her. “Oh. Yes. Very much so. You?”

He chuckled. “Very much so.” His hand slid down to caress her back through the sheet.

“Isn’t this how that started?” Drowsily, Laura looked up at him, her lips curved in a smile.

”You complaining?” Brushing her hair out of her face, Bill grinned.

“Not at all.” She stretched slightly, the movement pressing her body against his, eliciting a soft groan from him. “Not at all.”

“Good…” he began, stopping as the phone buzzed. “Frak.”

“We just did.” Laura whispered back with a giggle as he reached for the handset.

“Adama.” The hand on her back swatted her gently as he spoke into the handset then listened for a moment. “Fine. I’ll be there shortly.”

“I knew it was too good to last.” Laura sighed softly as he reached back, returning the handset. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a new star cluster we need to check out. Saul wants me to come take a look, since my shift starts in an hour.” He sighed and bent to kiss her forehead. “Ready to get up?”

“No.” Rolling, she slid an arm and leg over him, pinning him to the bed. “Neither of us has taken a day off since New Caprica. Can’t we just spend the day here? One day? I’ll write you a note, excusing you from duty for one day, and you can write me one. Makes perfect sense.”

“Of course it does.” Chuckling, Bill brushed her hair out of her face. “Until Saul and Tory decide that it doesn’t. As well as Zarek, and the Quorum…”

“And Gaeta, and anyone else on the Galactica and Colonial One, or the entire frakking fleet.” Laura wrinkled her nose at him. “Fine. Spoilsport. For that I get the shower first. You know that if we go in there together we’re taking the day off.”

“Makes sense.” With another sigh, he released her, watching as she slid out of the bed and pulled on his robe. “Coffee?”

“Please.” Belting the robe around her, Laura paused at the drawer she used in his quarters before continuing to the head, listening to his voice as he gruffly ordered breakfast and coffee for two from the galley. Quickly showering, she was toweling her hair dry when she caught sight of her reflection in the small mirror. “Frak…” She whispered, leaning forward and holding her hair up off her neck. “Adama, you’re a dead man!” Her voice raised, she turned as he opened the hatch.

“What?” He gazed at her, meeting her infuriated eyes for a brief moment before letting his eyes move to her exposed skin, a deep red bite mark marring where her delicate neck met her shoulder. “Oh. Oops?”

“Oops?” She stepped forward. “Oops?”

“Well…there was no whisker burn?” He tried again, stepping backwards, holding the cup of coffee between them, a weak protection at best, if any. “I was…caught up in the moment?” As she followed him, matching him step for step, he winced. “Not helping, am I?”

“No…” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I have to find some way to hide this, and pray that Cottle doesn’t decide I need one of his frakking check ups until it goes away, and that Tory doesn’t notice, or anyone else in the entire frakking fleet, including the Quorum, the press, your son…and anyone else that might have a bit of a problem with you not sleeping on the couch when I stay here after waiting for you to get off shift so we can discuss the frakking supply runs or fuel issues or whatever it is we need to talk about, not that it’s any of their business, and all you have to say is there’s no whisker burn?”

“Sorry?” He tried again, stepping back, only to realize his back was literally and actually against the wall.

“Sorry.” Laura stared at him, one part of her mind trying to remember if she had any makeup left to cover the mark, and if anyone would actually believe she bruised herself on one of the pieces of gym equipment on Galactica. “You’re sorry. Right.” Her eyes narrowed even more and the glint in her eye and slight curve to her lips was all the warning he got before she stepped up against him, her mouth moving to the dip between his collarbone.

“Laura…” With a groan, he realized too late what she was doing, her lips and teeth working quickly to mark him in an area that might or might not be seen by the shifting collar of his uniform.

“There.” Leaning back, she inspected her handiwork, ignoring his hand against her lower back, his fingers absently caressing. “Good luck with that.” Taking the now forgotten cup of coffee from his hand, she smiled sweetly at him and turned, leaving him empty handed while she retreated back into the head and slammed the hatch shut in his face as he swore under his breath.