"Say That You Love Me", "Say That You Need Me" - two Adama/Roslin Drabbles
For frakcancer , because it's her birthday and we should all celebrate the awesomeness that is frakcancer .
This ended up being two drabbles, because the idea got under my skin and I needed at least 500 words to explore it properly.
Title: Say That You Love Me
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did.
A/N: For frakcancer , who wanted "light, happy, funny, sexy -- make me smile! " I hope that this did the trick. Much love to nixmom for the beta.
Bill thought she didn’t know he did it, but she did.
Laura lay awake at night, perfecting her pretence. Eyes shut, deep, rhythmic breaths, relaxed limbs.
Sometimes he did it as soon as he thought she’d fallen asleep, other times he’d wait a while.
She could always tell when he was about to do it. His strong arms would tighten around her smaller frame, enveloping her curves with the hard muscle of his body. His skin was surprisingly smooth, and pleasantly soft.
Sometimes his hands would roam the expanse of her stomach, sometimes they would caress her thighs, sometimes he was content to just hold her hands in his. He’d then nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, warm lips peppering her skin with achingly tender kisses.
She always had to fight against the shiver that ran down her spine when he did that; it would be a dead give away.
He’d then drag his wickedly talented mouth to the sensitive shell of her ear, nip it lightly, then sooth it with his hot, wet tongue.
“I love you Laura.” He’d whisper, before pulling her to him once more, and finally surrender to his exhaustion.
Title: Say That You Need Me
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did.
A/N: A sequel piece to Say That You Love Me, for frakcancer 's birthday. Much love to nixmom for the beta.
Bill knew that Laura thought he didn’t know that she knew. But he most definitely knew.
He could read her body so well by now, he could discern even the slightest bit of tension in her limbs, pick up on even the quietest hitch in her breath. Laura was a woman who needed to be in control, and he respected that. He knew that her heart was his, even though she had never actually vocalized it. He let her have this, this pretence about her pretence. It really didn’t bother him. It was merely another part of Laura that he had come to love and accept unconditionally.
Sometimes he would do it right away, after a particularly stressful day, when he knew that she needed to hear it. Other times, he’d like to drag it out as long as possible. He loved to tease her, loved to see how long she’d keep her act up before rolling over and demanding that he say it. One time he made her wait until the early hours of the morning, he had to fight the urge to smirk that day when she yawned loudly in his CIC.
He liked to work up to it, he liked to show her before telling her. His hands left imprints of his love for her on her supple skin during the long, languorous moments before he actually vocalized it. Next, he would trail his lips across the curve of her elegant neck, then her sensitive ear.
He felt the poorly controlled shiver wrack her body every time, it was a dead give away.
After marking her with his teeth and tongue, he would lower his mouth to her ear, “I love you Laura.”
He went to sleep every night content in the knowledge that his woman lay, smiling, in his arms.
This ended up being two drabbles, because the idea got under my skin and I needed at least 500 words to explore it properly.
Title: Say That You Love Me
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did.
A/N: For frakcancer , who wanted "light, happy, funny, sexy -- make me smile! " I hope that this did the trick. Much love to nixmom for the beta.
Bill thought she didn’t know he did it, but she did.
Laura lay awake at night, perfecting her pretence. Eyes shut, deep, rhythmic breaths, relaxed limbs.
Sometimes he did it as soon as he thought she’d fallen asleep, other times he’d wait a while.
She could always tell when he was about to do it. His strong arms would tighten around her smaller frame, enveloping her curves with the hard muscle of his body. His skin was surprisingly smooth, and pleasantly soft.
Sometimes his hands would roam the expanse of her stomach, sometimes they would caress her thighs, sometimes he was content to just hold her hands in his. He’d then nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, warm lips peppering her skin with achingly tender kisses.
She always had to fight against the shiver that ran down her spine when he did that; it would be a dead give away.
He’d then drag his wickedly talented mouth to the sensitive shell of her ear, nip it lightly, then sooth it with his hot, wet tongue.
“I love you Laura.” He’d whisper, before pulling her to him once more, and finally surrender to his exhaustion.
Title: Say That You Need Me
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did.
A/N: A sequel piece to Say That You Love Me, for frakcancer 's birthday. Much love to nixmom for the beta.
Bill knew that Laura thought he didn’t know that she knew. But he most definitely knew.
He could read her body so well by now, he could discern even the slightest bit of tension in her limbs, pick up on even the quietest hitch in her breath. Laura was a woman who needed to be in control, and he respected that. He knew that her heart was his, even though she had never actually vocalized it. He let her have this, this pretence about her pretence. It really didn’t bother him. It was merely another part of Laura that he had come to love and accept unconditionally.
Sometimes he would do it right away, after a particularly stressful day, when he knew that she needed to hear it. Other times, he’d like to drag it out as long as possible. He loved to tease her, loved to see how long she’d keep her act up before rolling over and demanding that he say it. One time he made her wait until the early hours of the morning, he had to fight the urge to smirk that day when she yawned loudly in his CIC.
He liked to work up to it, he liked to show her before telling her. His hands left imprints of his love for her on her supple skin during the long, languorous moments before he actually vocalized it. Next, he would trail his lips across the curve of her elegant neck, then her sensitive ear.
He felt the poorly controlled shiver wrack her body every time, it was a dead give away.
After marking her with his teeth and tongue, he would lower his mouth to her ear, “I love you Laura.”
He went to sleep every night content in the knowledge that his woman lay, smiling, in his arms.