"The Price of Righteousness" - Adama/Roslin fic
Title: The Price of Righteousness
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
A/N: Written for bsg_kink 's 'seduction/romance' prompt tonight, specifically for somadanne 's prompt "You're not the President anymore."
Former President Laura Roslin was weary, her patience having long run out. For the first time in longer that she cared to remember, she had absolutely no responsibilities, yet the weight on her shoulders had never felt heavier. She had just knowingly placed the lives of over approximately 40, 000 people in the hands of a man who was fully capable of committing genocide, again. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts, that she had not heard the customary screech and clank of Bill’s hatch, nor did she register the fact that he had entered his quarters until he joined her on the couch, using his soft, strong hands to cup her jaw.
“Hey.” He greeted her softly, as his thumb caressed her face. “How are you holding up?” The intensity in his stare, the warmth of his skin, and the scent of him was too overwhelming. Laura leaned forward, helplessly drawn to him, and brushed her lips against his own.
“Laura..” He growled in warning, before leaning back slightly and removing his hand from her face, not trusting himself to remain impassive while touching her. She whimpered faintly at the loss of contact, and her lips quivered at the unfairness of the too-brief caress.
“Bill, please. I’ve lost the Presidency, the confidence and trust of this Fleet. Don’t add yourself to that list.” She pleaded with him.
“You’ll always have my confidence and trust Laura, no matter what.” He promised her sincerely.
“I need more than that from you Bill.” She confessed softly. “I’ve needed more for a long time now.” She reached for him and mimicked his earlier movements, cupping his scruffy face. He sighed at the contact, and traced his lips along the lines of her palm.
“You’re not the President anymore.” He stated guiltily.
“You’re still the Admiral.” She answered, not bothering to hide her jealousy. “You still have responsibilities.”
“I still have feelings.” He needed to impress upon her that the intensity of his feelings for her would always outweigh his responsibilities.
“Me too.” She nodded in agreement.
“I’m in love with you Laura.” He clarified, needing her to understand how much he needed her, how much he loved her, how lost he would be when she left him to settle.
“I know Bill.” Hidden in her words was her own confession of love. She hoped that Bill felt it.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
A/N: Written for bsg_kink 's 'seduction/romance' prompt tonight, specifically for somadanne 's prompt "You're not the President anymore."
Former President Laura Roslin was weary, her patience having long run out. For the first time in longer that she cared to remember, she had absolutely no responsibilities, yet the weight on her shoulders had never felt heavier. She had just knowingly placed the lives of over approximately 40, 000 people in the hands of a man who was fully capable of committing genocide, again. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts, that she had not heard the customary screech and clank of Bill’s hatch, nor did she register the fact that he had entered his quarters until he joined her on the couch, using his soft, strong hands to cup her jaw.
“Hey.” He greeted her softly, as his thumb caressed her face. “How are you holding up?” The intensity in his stare, the warmth of his skin, and the scent of him was too overwhelming. Laura leaned forward, helplessly drawn to him, and brushed her lips against his own.
“Laura..” He growled in warning, before leaning back slightly and removing his hand from her face, not trusting himself to remain impassive while touching her. She whimpered faintly at the loss of contact, and her lips quivered at the unfairness of the too-brief caress.
“Bill, please. I’ve lost the Presidency, the confidence and trust of this Fleet. Don’t add yourself to that list.” She pleaded with him.
“You’ll always have my confidence and trust Laura, no matter what.” He promised her sincerely.
“I need more than that from you Bill.” She confessed softly. “I’ve needed more for a long time now.” She reached for him and mimicked his earlier movements, cupping his scruffy face. He sighed at the contact, and traced his lips along the lines of her palm.
“You’re not the President anymore.” He stated guiltily.
“You’re still the Admiral.” She answered, not bothering to hide her jealousy. “You still have responsibilities.”
“I still have feelings.” He needed to impress upon her that the intensity of his feelings for her would always outweigh his responsibilities.
“Me too.” She nodded in agreement.
“I’m in love with you Laura.” He clarified, needing her to understand how much he needed her, how much he loved her, how lost he would be when she left him to settle.
“I know Bill.” Hidden in her words was her own confession of love. She hoped that Bill felt it.