'Lost In Translation' - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Lost In Translation
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles "language" prompt. Thanks to nixmom for giving it a once over.
“Frak, I left them in the head.” Bill rose from their couch to retrieve his missing glasses. Returning with them in hand, he settled once more next to Laura.
“Why do we call it that?” She arranged herself comfortably in his arms. “I mean, if that is the head, then where is the neck? Or the shoulders for that matter?”
Bill chuckled. Laura was forever the school teacher.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never really given it much thought,” he answered.
“It’s not a very good name for a washroom. Names should make sense; they should gesture to the functionality of the space,” she reasoned. “What’s wrong with calling it a washroom?”
“I suppose it’s not a very manly name.” Bill offered. He was in a playful mood tonight.
“And head is?” She turned in his embrace and cocked her eyebrow at him. She was in the mood to indulge him tonight.
“Head is very manly.” He thrust his hips slightly to emphasize his point.
Laura rolled her eyes.
“That’s the truth isn’t it? You military men are obsessed with your penises. So you went and named your favorite spaces in your homes after them.”
“Not just military men, pretty much all men hold their dicks in high regard,” Laura snorted. “We were just smart enough to do it first.” He grinned adorably at her.
He nipped lightly at her earlobe. She shivered.
“The head isn’t my favorite space in this cabin.” He kissed the side of her neck.
“No?” She tilted her head back to grant him easier access.
His hands drifted from their place on her hips to gently cup her breasts. He rolled her clothed nipples between his fingers.
“I’ve always been most fond of my rack.”
Laura arched into his touch.
“So have I.”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles "language" prompt. Thanks to nixmom for giving it a once over.
“Frak, I left them in the head.” Bill rose from their couch to retrieve his missing glasses. Returning with them in hand, he settled once more next to Laura.
“Why do we call it that?” She arranged herself comfortably in his arms. “I mean, if that is the head, then where is the neck? Or the shoulders for that matter?”
Bill chuckled. Laura was forever the school teacher.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never really given it much thought,” he answered.
“It’s not a very good name for a washroom. Names should make sense; they should gesture to the functionality of the space,” she reasoned. “What’s wrong with calling it a washroom?”
“I suppose it’s not a very manly name.” Bill offered. He was in a playful mood tonight.
“And head is?” She turned in his embrace and cocked her eyebrow at him. She was in the mood to indulge him tonight.
“Head is very manly.” He thrust his hips slightly to emphasize his point.
Laura rolled her eyes.
“That’s the truth isn’t it? You military men are obsessed with your penises. So you went and named your favorite spaces in your homes after them.”
“Not just military men, pretty much all men hold their dicks in high regard,” Laura snorted. “We were just smart enough to do it first.” He grinned adorably at her.
He nipped lightly at her earlobe. She shivered.
“The head isn’t my favorite space in this cabin.” He kissed the side of her neck.
“No?” She tilted her head back to grant him easier access.
His hands drifted from their place on her hips to gently cup her breasts. He rolled her clothed nipples between his fingers.
“I’ve always been most fond of my rack.”
Laura arched into his touch.
“So have I.”