The Adama and Roslin Show
by dashakay

SUMMARY: He kissed her and he tasted like beer and popcorn, a 
taste that was familiar, but still exciting.
CATEGORY: SRH
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully
RATING: R
SPOILERS: None for X-Files. Story takes place sometime around 
IWTB.
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me and no 
copyright infringement is intended on my part.
EMAIL: dashaxf@gmail.com
NOTE: This is not a crossover with Battlestar Galactica, but 
it does help to have a little knowledge of the characters. If 
you're not familiar with the universe, check out a quick 
overview at 
http://community.livejournal.com/secretprobation/10508.html. 



//Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The Cylons were created by man.//

"Mulderrrrrrrr!" she yelled. "It's starting!"

"Just a second," he called from his study. She groaned. It was 
his fault she was so hooked on this stupid show.

*

"This episode is dumb," Mulder said at the break. "Isn't 
anything going to explode? Do we really care about Adama's man 
pain?"

"What I want to know is why he's still hung up on his ex-wife. 
He needs to take that ring off and see what's right in front 
of his face."

"I'd better see an explosion," Mulder said. "It'd be cool if 
Cally were in it."

"Don't be a misogynist," she snapped.

*

//"Bill? The answer's yes. I absolutely would've built the 
cabin."//

"Arrrgh!" Scully groaned. "They need to stop teasing us. Just 
get them together already..."

Mulder patted her knee. "Have patience, Grasshopper."

"No, seriously. How long are they going to let this go on? I 
figured that after New Caprica, they'd be together."

"Scully," Mulder said, as if he were speaking to a dim child, 
"you do realize that this is Battlestar Galactica, not the 
Adama and Roslin Show."

She gave him a dirty look. "Maybe for you," she said. "But it 
is for me. You may watch the Yay, Stuff Explodes Show and the 
Six Wears Skimpy Dresses Show, but I watch the Adama and 
Roslin Show."

"Don't forget the Sam is Hot Show," he said.

She threw a couch cushion at him.

"Besides, it's only been something like two years for them. 
How long did it take for us to get together?" Mulder said.

"A century?"

He kissed her neck. "So, have a little patience. Or write some 
smutty Adama/Roslin fanfic."

"What's fanfic?"

"You know, fanfic. Stories written about characters from a TV 
show or a movie and posted to the Internet. Sometimes it's 
dirty."

Her eyebrow rose. "People have that kind of spare time? Wow, 
that's sad."

"Don't say that to Frohike," he said, laughing.

"I did not need to know about that."

He kissed her and he tasted like beer and popcorn, a taste 
that was familiar, but still exciting. Mulder's hands slid 
under her t-shirt and she groaned at the sensation of his cool 
fingers on her nipples, teasing them hard into pebbles.

"I'll be your Adama," he whispered in her ear. "Take off your 
clothes, Madam President."

She snorted.

"Madam President, I do believe you need to get good and 
fucked. The Colonial Fleet is happy to serve." He started 
unbuttoning her jeans.

Skin-to-skin on the couch. She sighed with happiness. Lately, 
she'd been spending nearly all her time at the hospital and 
the few free hours she had sleeping. Now she was full of pizza 
and beer and BSG, and Mulder had pushed off her jeans and 
unbuttoned his own. He was hardening in her hand and making 
the little moans that never failed to get her wet.

Someone's underpants sailed across the room; Mulder was hard 
and ready for her and God, she was so ready for him. He sat 
back against the couch cushions and she straddled him, pushing 
herself down on his cock. Oh, yes, that was it.

"Mmm," Mulder said, his eyes closing and his mouth opening. 
"That's nice."

With each slide of him in and out of her, she felt something 
inside tightening and rising. She gritted her teeth. He 
gripped her shoulders to steady her. She looked into his eyes. 
Sometimes she couldn't believe that they were both here, both 
alive, still together.

"Mulder," she sighed, twitching her hips faster.

"Oh, Laura," he said, his eyes mischievous. "Call me Bill."

She was about to smack him when she felt the waves rising. 
Yes, like that, like that..."Oh, Bill," she heard herself 
moaning. She wasn't Dana anymore and Mulder wasn't Mulder. 
They were the president and the admiral, making love in the 
open air of New Caprica.

She heard a sharp cry from Mulder, felt him frantically buck 
his hips against her body. They stilled, both breathing hard.

"That was amazing," she said, in between pants. "But you're 
better looking than Edward James Olmos."

"And you're more beautiful than Mary McDonnell," he said, 
kissing her sweaty brow. "Except that she has better legs. No 
offense, but she has the most beautiful legs on this planet."

Again, the couch cushion went flying and smacked him in the 
face.

END