"First Intentions, Lasting Impressions" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: First Intentions, Lasting Impressions
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone in this fic.
A/N: Written for zaleti as a thank you for all of her help as I was redecorating. Her prompts were: Bill, Laura, happy and hangar deck. Thank you nixmom for being around at all hours to give my work the nod of approval before posting.
Today was the first morning that they had woken up together; naked and wonderfully sated, in each other’s arms.
The giddy smiles and glows that permeated their faces had not quite worn off. Neither had their inclination to find any excuse possible to touch each other.
Laura handed Bill his coffee, taking extra care to brush her fingers along his wrist.
Bill caught her wandering fingertips and brought them up to his lips with a thoroughly loving grin.
“I love you,” he said between sweet kisses. Laura shivered. The sentiments were not new, but hearing the word love was. This was new for them; expressing their feelings in the art of verbal communication was not something that either of them were well acquainted with.
“When?” she asked. His smile grew wider. He knew exactly what she was asking him without hearing the rest of the unspoken question.
“The first time I ever saw you exiting Colonial One on my hangar deck,” he said.
“Liar,” she gently chided. “You spent the next thirty minutes arguing with me.”
“I argue with you now,” he deadpanned. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”
Laura giggled; her thumb traced his lips gently. His tongue darted out to chase it.
“And I had noticed your legs.” With his other hand, he squeezed her thigh softly.
Laura’s head flopped forward onto his chest as she giggled heartily.
“Well,” she placed a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Aren’t we a pair? I fell in love with you on that hangar deck too.”
Bill arched his eyebrow at her.
“I noticed your ass,” she confessed. Her hands left their previous places and traced his thighs.
“And…” one hand travelled with intent to cup his hardening bulge, “other things.”
His breath hitched. Her grin became triumphant.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone in this fic.
A/N: Written for zaleti as a thank you for all of her help as I was redecorating. Her prompts were: Bill, Laura, happy and hangar deck. Thank you nixmom for being around at all hours to give my work the nod of approval before posting.
Today was the first morning that they had woken up together; naked and wonderfully sated, in each other’s arms.
The giddy smiles and glows that permeated their faces had not quite worn off. Neither had their inclination to find any excuse possible to touch each other.
Laura handed Bill his coffee, taking extra care to brush her fingers along his wrist.
Bill caught her wandering fingertips and brought them up to his lips with a thoroughly loving grin.
“I love you,” he said between sweet kisses. Laura shivered. The sentiments were not new, but hearing the word love was. This was new for them; expressing their feelings in the art of verbal communication was not something that either of them were well acquainted with.
“When?” she asked. His smile grew wider. He knew exactly what she was asking him without hearing the rest of the unspoken question.
“The first time I ever saw you exiting Colonial One on my hangar deck,” he said.
“Liar,” she gently chided. “You spent the next thirty minutes arguing with me.”
“I argue with you now,” he deadpanned. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”
Laura giggled; her thumb traced his lips gently. His tongue darted out to chase it.
“And I had noticed your legs.” With his other hand, he squeezed her thigh softly.
Laura’s head flopped forward onto his chest as she giggled heartily.
“Well,” she placed a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Aren’t we a pair? I fell in love with you on that hangar deck too.”
Bill arched his eyebrow at her.
“I noticed your ass,” she confessed. Her hands left their previous places and traced his thighs.
“And…” one hand travelled with intent to cup his hardening bulge, “other things.”
His breath hitched. Her grin became triumphant.