Fic: Tauron Tramp Stamp
Title: Tauron Tramp Stamp
Word count: ~700
Rating: T
A/N: For defyingnormalcy, who is full of good tattoo-related ideas. Follows Tauron Cherry and Tauron Tradition.
The afternoon sun beats down, warming them both to the point that they break a sweat and begin removing clothing. Laura stretches in her lounge chair as she pulls her cover-up over her head and tosses it to the wooden decking; Bill’s eyes hungrily follow the catlike arch of her back, the sun-kissed skin of her navel and decolletage, as he watches from his own reclining vantage point a few feet away.
They’ve rented the seaside cottage for the week, anticipating lazy lovemaking mornings and afternoon-long walks along the coast of the Caprican Sea. They’ve stocked the pantry and the beer cooler and gotten charcoal for the little grill that came with the house. They’re taking the term “shore leave” literally, with Bill’s commanding officer giving his blessing to let the newlyweds take a belated honeymoon. This is their time to relax.
“Happy?” he asks, his voice rumbling over the soothing crash of faraway waves.
Her eyes are closed and at first she just smiles and nods, the sunlight reflecting off the bright white of her teeth. With great effort, she swings her legs down to the ground and crosses the deck to the railing overlooking the sand dunes and the beach beyond.
“I’m very happy, Bill,” she says, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning back to look out at the dunes. And she looks it, positively glowing with health and contentment.
An unfamiliar dark brown swirl peeks out at him from the back of the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms. At first he thinks his eyes are deceiving him, or perhaps just aging. But he blinks, looks again; it’s still there, a coaster-sized swirl of brown with blue accents, centered between the adorable dimples adorning her lower back.
“Laura? You have something to show me?” he asks, getting up to stand behind her so he can look more closely at the unexpected design. It’s one he vaguely recognizes, though nothing anyone in his family had. Two abstract draped figures with flowing hair face each other, legs crossed over one another’s and arms intertwined.
She shivers despite the heat as the roughened pads of his fingertips slowly discern the distinct shapes. She pushes back against him, further into his touch, and smiles when he gently turns her in his arms.
“You got a new tattoo,” he says, unnecessarily.
“Well, I had to commemorate it somehow, but I wanted to put it somewhere that wouldn’t stretch out,” she begins to explain nervously.
“Commemorate what?” Peering around her waist and pulling her suit bottoms away from her skin, Bill realizes that it’s the historical emblem of Gemenon-- Caprica’s twin system, inked in the Tauron style-- but has no idea what she’s talking about. Stretch out...?
“Bill,” she breathes, reaching for his hands and bringing them both to her lower belly. “I know it’s maybe a little sooner than we’d talked about...we’ve only been married a few months...”
His pressed lips begin to stretch wide despite himself. “Yeah?” he prods.
“We’re having babies, Bill. Twins,” she says.
His smile becomes a full-fledged grin as he processes her news. “How long--”
“I’m at ten weeks. So, the last time you were home.”
In his joy, it strikes him as utterly irrelevant that in the Tauron tradition, it’s supposed to be the man who gets the tattoo to mark the conception of children, the woman’s body itself appreciated for showing enough evidence of the changes wrought by childbearing to render the ink unnecessary.
“I love you,” he says, kissing her. “I love this.” He turns her in his arms again so he can trail his lips down her spine and nuzzle the abstract twin rendition displayed across her skin. “And I love them,” he adds, last but not least, wending his way around to the front side of her body so he can do the same to the real thing within.
“I knew you would,” she says, pulling him up off his knees so she can press the length of her body against him and bring her lips to his.
Next story: Tauron Trauma
Word count: ~700
Rating: T
A/N: For defyingnormalcy, who is full of good tattoo-related ideas. Follows Tauron Cherry and Tauron Tradition.
The afternoon sun beats down, warming them both to the point that they break a sweat and begin removing clothing. Laura stretches in her lounge chair as she pulls her cover-up over her head and tosses it to the wooden decking; Bill’s eyes hungrily follow the catlike arch of her back, the sun-kissed skin of her navel and decolletage, as he watches from his own reclining vantage point a few feet away.
They’ve rented the seaside cottage for the week, anticipating lazy lovemaking mornings and afternoon-long walks along the coast of the Caprican Sea. They’ve stocked the pantry and the beer cooler and gotten charcoal for the little grill that came with the house. They’re taking the term “shore leave” literally, with Bill’s commanding officer giving his blessing to let the newlyweds take a belated honeymoon. This is their time to relax.
“Happy?” he asks, his voice rumbling over the soothing crash of faraway waves.
Her eyes are closed and at first she just smiles and nods, the sunlight reflecting off the bright white of her teeth. With great effort, she swings her legs down to the ground and crosses the deck to the railing overlooking the sand dunes and the beach beyond.
“I’m very happy, Bill,” she says, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning back to look out at the dunes. And she looks it, positively glowing with health and contentment.
An unfamiliar dark brown swirl peeks out at him from the back of the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms. At first he thinks his eyes are deceiving him, or perhaps just aging. But he blinks, looks again; it’s still there, a coaster-sized swirl of brown with blue accents, centered between the adorable dimples adorning her lower back.
“Laura? You have something to show me?” he asks, getting up to stand behind her so he can look more closely at the unexpected design. It’s one he vaguely recognizes, though nothing anyone in his family had. Two abstract draped figures with flowing hair face each other, legs crossed over one another’s and arms intertwined.
She shivers despite the heat as the roughened pads of his fingertips slowly discern the distinct shapes. She pushes back against him, further into his touch, and smiles when he gently turns her in his arms.
“You got a new tattoo,” he says, unnecessarily.
“Well, I had to commemorate it somehow, but I wanted to put it somewhere that wouldn’t stretch out,” she begins to explain nervously.
“Commemorate what?” Peering around her waist and pulling her suit bottoms away from her skin, Bill realizes that it’s the historical emblem of Gemenon-- Caprica’s twin system, inked in the Tauron style-- but has no idea what she’s talking about. Stretch out...?
“Bill,” she breathes, reaching for his hands and bringing them both to her lower belly. “I know it’s maybe a little sooner than we’d talked about...we’ve only been married a few months...”
His pressed lips begin to stretch wide despite himself. “Yeah?” he prods.
“We’re having babies, Bill. Twins,” she says.
His smile becomes a full-fledged grin as he processes her news. “How long--”
“I’m at ten weeks. So, the last time you were home.”
In his joy, it strikes him as utterly irrelevant that in the Tauron tradition, it’s supposed to be the man who gets the tattoo to mark the conception of children, the woman’s body itself appreciated for showing enough evidence of the changes wrought by childbearing to render the ink unnecessary.
“I love you,” he says, kissing her. “I love this.” He turns her in his arms again so he can trail his lips down her spine and nuzzle the abstract twin rendition displayed across her skin. “And I love them,” he adds, last but not least, wending his way around to the front side of her body so he can do the same to the real thing within.
“I knew you would,” she says, pulling him up off his knees so she can press the length of her body against him and bring her lips to his.
Next story: Tauron Trauma