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This was quite possibly the worst dinner date she had ever had, well apart from the time when she had met that man in the bookstore, she mused. She was no more than eighteen at the time and he was an older university student. had been impressed by his reading material if truth be told, as he had gushed about the books he had read. As a lover of just about any literature she had been blinded by the words and not paid enough attention to the rather brown patchiness of the man's clothes or the rather over enthusiastic and detailed descriptions. As it turned out after she had asked him out and he had reluctantly agreed, she had then been greeted by the sight of her date sitting at their table in the little intimate restaurant she had booked, having brought along his best mate! She had sat all evening long listening to the pair review and dissect every book they had ever read. By the end of the evening she found that she cared a lot less for literature.

Of course then there was that guy at the conference that one time...

No maybe it wasn't the worst, but it wasn't quite how she had imagined a romantic night with Bill would go.

Conversation had dried up a long time ago; the occasional sentence had reverted to ships' business rather than small talk and playfulness.

Bill sighed discretely under his breath, this was his fault he knew but try as he might nothing was coming. The night had started well enough, after the brief phone call to Laura; he had got things rolling with a shower and shave, sorted out what they were going to have for dinner and then moved onto the thorny problem of clothes. Laura had joked that she liked a man in uniform but it just didn't feel quite right sticking that back on, but the wardrobe really was bare. He had settled in the end for his dress uniform trousers mainly because they were less faded then anything else he owned and a t-shirt, grey in colour. He didn't want to look stuffy in his jacket - and tanks were just too casual, so t-shirt it was. He went through a drawn out process of working out whether it should be tucked in or left loose and after a few attempts at gut sucking he went for tucked in. There was surprisingly little time before Laura knocked on his hatch and as he answered quickly, his breath caught in his lungs at the sight of Laura Roslin standing at his hatchway looking radiant as always. Bill sucked his stomach in just a little more, before inviting her in.

"You look beautiful, "he said taking the jacket from her shoulders as she slipped off her shoes and left them in the corner.

The meal had started off well, they had chatted as usual when together, but as the night drew on and the meal came to an end so had the conversation. Bill sat somewhat frozen in his chair as he started to feel the pressure build at what he felt they were both expecting from this evening.

"You nervous?" she asked somewhat shyly.

"No, why would I be nervous?" He denied quickly.

"I am," Laura stated generously knowing full well he was.

He looked up at her and smiled at the truth in her words, nodding in agreement. "It's kind of ridiculous at our time in life isn't it?" He said fiddling with the stem of his glass.

She reached out and caught his wayward fingers in her's , entwining them and shook her head, "it's not ridiculous at all."

"It's too important; I don't want it to go wrong," He admitted.

She nodded and smiled at his words.

"Make love to me, Bill," she asked softly.

At her words, he swiftly looked down at the tabletop.

"Make love to me, Bill," she repeated. Her hand lifted his chin to look at her, smiling in encouragement.

He nodded and stood suddenly. Gently pulling on the hand he was still clinging to.

As Laura pushed her chair back and stood, Bill hesitantly said, "you realise I haven't…"

"Ssh," she said stepping forward and kissing his lips softly trying to take away his doubts, "Me either," she stated.

He shook his head, "Yes but I haven't for a really long time."

She leaned back from him and raising her eyebrows in question. Bill shrugged his shoulders in apology, "I didn't mean to imply you would have been more... uh… never mind," he said pulling a face at his inept words, whilst chanting mentally 'smooth Bill, smooth'.

"I just don't want you to be disapp…"

"Bill, if you don't stop apologising for something you haven't even done yet I'm going to start thinking about finding Tom."

"No, that is not funny," he said grabbing her waist and starting to tickle her.

Laura squirmed and edged away from him, "No tickling or I will be out that door do you hear me?"

"Hatch."

"What?"

"It's a hatch, not a door," his voice rumbled.

She walked over to the phone on his desk and picked it up.

"What are you doing?" he enquired.

"I'm going to find out where the vice president is."

He moved over to his desk with surprising speed for a man of his age and took the phone out of her hand replacing it, "you woman are a menace," he growled from the other side of the table.

She giggled, "Worth all the trouble, do you think?"

"Probably not," he laughed and grabbed the phone as she made to pick it up again. "But I'm willing to give it a try, if you are?"

"I may have a spare 10 minutes," she said in mock seriousness.

He moved round the table to stand in front of her and put his hands on her hips smiling as he said, "Oh it won't take that long."

Laughing together, he kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Let's go to bed," he said holding her hand.

"Rack."

"What?" he said, then realised the joke and gave her hand a tug towards his rack, "oh funny."

"Now, he can't wait to get me to bed," she said sarcastically moving across the room swiftly behind him.

He stopped again and let go of her hand, "Well if you don't want to, we can always play cards?"

Bill smiled down at her as Laura's face turned serious. She reached out with her hand running it down the front of his t-shirt. Grabbing the bottom of it she started to pull it from his trousers, looking up at his serious expression as she did so, Laura pulled the shirt up, as he lifted his arms so it could be pulled off. She watched his face, as the t-shirt hit the ground, and he swallowed hard. They both stood slightly wide eyed as their breath sped up.

He watched with worry as her eyes took in the scars upon his torso. Her hand once again reached out and ran down the length of it before she asked, glancing back up at him, "do you get any pain from it?"

"It aches sometimes," he admitted, watching her the whole time.

She ran both her hands up the bare chest running them across his shoulders, down his strong arms and caught both his hands in hers.

He grasped them strongly as she lifted their entwined hands and brought them to the front of her blouse. Their eyes met, his asking for permission. She moved forwards and placed her hands on the top of his hips, her fingers sliding down the top of his trousers. Bill's large hands struggled with the tiny buttons of Laura's shirt, as each one came undone it revealed a little more, making his hands shake a even more.

As the last fastening was undone, Bill swept it off her shoulders and caught it in his hand as it fell; he started to move them over to his rack discarding clothes as they went. He lay her down on the sheets and as he climbed on top of her, he said smiling, "It's seems to all be coming back to me now," causing her to giggle, which turned into sighs and finished with moans of satisfaction and love.

As the sweat dried and their breath returned to normal she sighed contently

"Gods, I had to wait a long time for that."

"Mmn, for what?" Bill mumbled drowsily from beside her, head already buried in the pillows.

"You said to me ages ago that you would rip my clothes off and make wild passionate love to me."

"Oh, that," he smiled and got up on one elbow to look down on her, "Well, I'm not sure it was that wild and technically I took your clothes off and folded them neatly on the chair but apart from that, not bad, huh? He said puffing out his chest proudly.

She smirked up at him as he towered above her looking far too pleased with himself, "Well..." she couldn't help giggling, "technically I could give you a couple of tips, you know a few pointers for the future," she said watching Bill's face fall slightly and continued on, "perhaps I could get Tory to write them as bullet points," the last part was shrieked as he growled and started in on her mouth all over again.

The END

That's it folks. I'll now have to find another hobby to fill my time!