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Insane by snoopy0917Summary: Shed be crazy to even consider it...

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Categories: PWP, Drama, Romance Characters: NoneGenres: Angst, Drama, Romance, SmutWarnings: Graphic SexChallenges: NoneSeries: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 3249 Read: 491 Published: Apr 24, 2008Updated: Apr 24, 2008Story Notes:It's a companion piece to Inevitable but can be read separately.Spoilers? Let's say post-Crossroads Pt 1 to be safe...1. Chapter 1 by snoopy0917Chapter 1 by snoopy0917Author's Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the propertyof their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property ofthe author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, orproducers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.Translation: I own nothing. Just a laptop computer, battered 5-star notebook, andbic pen. And this little story. The characters? So not mine.It was insane.Risky, foolish, and quite possibly the stupidest thing she could do. Shed be

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crazy to even consider it. But it was the end of the world. And it had been arguedthat Laura Roslin lost her tenuous grip on sanity years ago.In the beginning, shed tried ignoring the situation. Gods knew she had enough

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practical considerations to occupy her brain for years, never mind the scantmonths the doctors allotted her. She simply didnt have time to daydream about

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Bill Adama.Perversely, it only made her think about it more.Shed assumed it was just a passing infatuation. Ill-conceived attraction formed

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by circumstance, danger, and confused hormones. So she decided to indulge herself.Play through a few dirty fraks in her head and it would work its way out of hersystem. Things would return to normal. It certainly wasnt anything serious.

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He wasnt even her type.

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Looking back, shed never been able to pinpoint when exactly things had changed.

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When, sick as she was, the touch of his lips filled her stomach with butterflies,Laura knew she was in trouble. When she let him talk her out of electoral fraud,she knew how much.And once the cancer had gone and her body started seizing every opportunity tofeel alive againwell there were worse things than thinking about it. Like jumping

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him in the middle of CIC, shoving him down on the nice, large, lighted console,and tasting the hollow of his throat.So at night she thought about it. Lying in her bed. Lying in that frakking,rickety, uncomfortable thing masquerading as her bed. Painfully aware of thelowered murmurs just on the other side of the curtain, shattering the poorly-constructed illusion of privacy. Of the need for silence and secrecy. Of the

innumerable reasons she shouldnt. She thought about it.

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During the day, she tried to behave. Mostly. It was all his fault. She tried toignore it, but he was always looking. Hed always looked. Even in the beginning.

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Only now, hed stopped trying to disguise it. Or maybe she just read him better.

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It couldnt be that obvious to everyone. If it was, they were truly screwed.

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He watched, alone and in public. His eyes weighing heavy on her form as hecontemplated doing gods-knew what. It distracted her. It infuriated her. Itthrilled her. Awakened her basest instincts. It goaded her to taunt him. To teasehim with glances and innuendo-laced phrases. The brush of skin. The stretch ofclothing. She tested his will. His control. To see how much he could endure beforehe broke.She needed him to break.She knew it was stupid. Knew it was dangerous. But he saw Her. He saw Laura. NotRoslin. Not President, Despot, or Benevolent Dictator. Laura. He was the only onewho did anymore. The only one who bothered. The only one who kept her alive. Kepther human. Sometimes she wondered if Laura would still exist if not for Bill. Ifthe demands of Fate and Prophecy and Office would have smothered her, leaving onlyRoslin to play the part.It wasnt enough anymore. Thoughts. Not after New Caprica. Not after the Cylons

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came back. Not after the cancer came back

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Too often, she found herself thinking about that night on New Caprica. Of loungingnext to him under the stars, solid warmth pressed against her side and under herhand. Weightless euphoria drifted through her limbs as shed contemplated the

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world with him. Burdens tossed aside. Just Laura and Bill. Two people who kneweach other. Who understood each other. Who accepted each other. And whod have had

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some truly excellent and meaningful sex if they werent both too stoned to move.

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They had both pulled back but Laura knew they would end up there again. Theyd

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started the dance anew. It was only a matter of time. And she longed for it. Achedfor it. The press of hard flesh against hers. The push of strong hands capable ofsurprisingly delicate touch. The brush of lips against her skin.But he was a soft touch. He was soft. He was weak. And he was hers. Her weakness.What did that say about her?She sighed and stretched. The bed protested. Her back protested. Even the damnsheets protested, slipping from the foot of the bed and tangling around herankles. She kicked free, dislodging the rest of her bedding.Gritting her teeth, she gave up. She tried to relax. She deserved to relax. Thedays were long and unyielding. Her body was becoming more and more uncooperative.And her mind was tired of interminable meetings. She stretched again and loosedher imagination.The thin material of her shirt stretched across her breasts as she arched her backagainst her desk chair. Bills voice, low and rumbling as he recounted some

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impossibly boring, vital piece of business, deepened before stopping altogether.Laura opened her eyes only to find him staring at her intentlyShe stared back.

So coiled. So controlled. One day he was going to snap. Shatter under the weightof his responsibilities. And the raw emotion would surge out of him in a flood ofreckless abandon. To be the focus of that kind of passion

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Lauras thighs pressed together. Restless. Acutely aware of the growing wetness.

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She was going to break him.She held his gaze, daring him to look away. A devilish grin lit her face when herefused.With deliberate movements, she lifted a hand. Flicking hair behind her shoulders,she began. Fingertips brushed her ear lightly before whispering along her jaw. Ateasing, light touch marking the path to her mouth. His eyes twitched, fighting tohold their gaze. Her tongue darted out. He lost. His eyes dropped and watched,transfixed, as she moistened both lips and fingers. Teeth catching each lip inturn, nipping with promise before letting them slip free.His eyes darkened, voice strained with warning.Laura.

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She tasted her fingers once more then pressed on, trailing them down neck andcollarbone. Tracing along the edge of her shirt. Tracking the line of fabric downto her cleavage. Forcing his eyes to follow. Angling her skin further into thetouch as his breathing grew heavy. As his hands clenched uselessly.A small breathy groan escaped her lips.He snapped. He surged.Her breathing grew more labored as he dropped glasses and files and stood. Crossedthe room in quick strides. Planted a hand on each chair-arm. Trapped her in theseat. Those unnaturally blue eyes staring right through her.Bill, She gasped, his name escaping unbidden from her lips.

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He kissed her before her words could find their purpose, stealing her breath andher reason.His hands laced through her hair, thick strong figures slipping through thestrands, securing her mouth against his. She groaned as he exploited the leverage,straightening his spine and taking her with him, pulling her effortlessly out ofher chair. A quick shift of their feet and hed trapped her, between the sharp

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edge of her desk and the solid mass of his chest.Her fingers clutched the heavy wool of his jacket, searching for purchase as shewound her arms around his shoulders.Hands slid down her torso, leisurely warming her skin through silk. One handstopped against the curve of her hip, pressing her impossibly close. The otherslid under her skirt and wound around a thigh, raising both fabric and flesh.He lifted. She followed. Leg hooking around his hip. Ass landing firmly in themiddle of her desk.He was relentless. Tongue pushing further into her. Mouth hard and firm againsthers. She fought back with teeth and tongue, adjusting their angle for deeper