BSG R/S bra snippet
I'm reaching the clean-up phase of my first BSG fic and I'm chucking chunks out that, while fun imagining and writing, don't really add as much to the story as I'd initially hoped.
Spoiler for 1.13 Colonial Day; rated: K+?;
Colors: Green signifies flashback
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[13 days ago, Adama's quarters]
"Bill," she prodded him.
"What?" He had a hard time waking up. Surely she would not want … Not again. He groaned.
"Bill." She nudged him again. He'd better react. He'd known her to …
"Stop it." He grabbed her hand and reluctantly opened his eyes.
The President stood beside his bunk. She was dressed from the waist down, but conspicuously missed clothing on her upper parts. She looked entirely lovable.
"Bill, have you seen my bra?"
"Hmm?" He had a difficult time focusing.
"My bra. I seem to remember you discarding it rather casually yesterday."
He yawned. "You don't need a bra."
"Thank you for that assessment." He nodded that it was no problem. "But I still want it back."
"Come back to bed."
"Gaius Baltar wants to see me."
"At this hour?"
"Something about cylon detection."
"Just dress, do your thing and come back. He won't notice. He wouldn't even notice a bomb going off in his lab. Your VP only has the haziest of grips on reality."
"Gaius Baltar would be the first to notice."
He squinted at her. "Baltar?"
"Yes Baltar." She placed her hands on her hips. "One of the reasons he never looks one in the eye is that he," she pursed her lips in distaste, "focuses on other parts."
Her breasts had moved upwards quite nicely when she took her stance. Adama thought the doctor hardly was the only man to be distracted by them and that, if she continued to hold that position much longer, he'd feel the need to forestall her from going anywhere anytime soon.
Laura arched a brow at him, easily following his train of thought from the changes in his face.
"He'll see this as an invitation."
Bill choked.
"I'll help you search."
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Spoiler for 1.13 Colonial Day; rated: K+?;
Colors: Green signifies flashback
~~~
[13 days ago, Adama's quarters]
"Bill," she prodded him.
"What?" He had a hard time waking up. Surely she would not want … Not again. He groaned.
"Bill." She nudged him again. He'd better react. He'd known her to …
"Stop it." He grabbed her hand and reluctantly opened his eyes.
The President stood beside his bunk. She was dressed from the waist down, but conspicuously missed clothing on her upper parts. She looked entirely lovable.
"Bill, have you seen my bra?"
"Hmm?" He had a difficult time focusing.
"My bra. I seem to remember you discarding it rather casually yesterday."
He yawned. "You don't need a bra."
"Thank you for that assessment." He nodded that it was no problem. "But I still want it back."
"Come back to bed."
"Gaius Baltar wants to see me."
"At this hour?"
"Something about cylon detection."
"Just dress, do your thing and come back. He won't notice. He wouldn't even notice a bomb going off in his lab. Your VP only has the haziest of grips on reality."
"Gaius Baltar would be the first to notice."
He squinted at her. "Baltar?"
"Yes Baltar." She placed her hands on her hips. "One of the reasons he never looks one in the eye is that he," she pursed her lips in distaste, "focuses on other parts."
Her breasts had moved upwards quite nicely when she took her stance. Adama thought the doctor hardly was the only man to be distracted by them and that, if she continued to hold that position much longer, he'd feel the need to forestall her from going anywhere anytime soon.
Laura arched a brow at him, easily following his train of thought from the changes in his face.
"He'll see this as an invitation."
Bill choked.
"I'll help you search."
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