"The Sweetest Fruit" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Sweetest Fruit
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or my OTP.
A/N: Written for akachankami as a thank you for all of her help as I was redecorating my LJ. Her prompt was "apple." Thank you to nixmom for her beta.
The monitor by her side beeps solemnly.
Her skin is pale to the point of being translucent. Her sharp bones poke and prod at the vulnerable flesh from the inside out.
Her tumor no longer lurks with silent, sinister intentions within her breast. The malevolent mass eats at the rounded curve greedily; growing until it too is entirely visible.
Bill caresses her forehead with shaking fingertips. Her eyes flutter. The green of her irises are deep and lush; reminding him of a rainforest. They crinkle delightfully when he leans forward to place a kiss to the corner of her mouth; embedding his love for her in that one, simple gesture.
Her tongue darts out to wet her parched lips. They are no longer red and full, swollen from his passionate kisses or curved upwards in a sensual smile. Her smile once reminded him of the apple harvest on Caprica. Her lips were soft yet firm; red and growing redder with each nip he would bestow to them. Her kisses were sweet, her flavor lingering on his tongue long after she had left her mark; she was intoxicating.
Like the winter, her illness had swept them both away in a violent current shaking every last ounce of health off of her branches.
She tilts her head slightly, a ghost of her smile making its way across her features. Bill’s heart swells and he peppers her mouth with tiny, sweet kisses. Her tongue darts out again, swiping his lower lip.
She is bittersweet now; but barely discernable. Alcohol has numbed more than just the pain that wracks him.
She sighs softly, closing her eyes. He makes sure to tangle his fingers with hers. A slight smile caresses her lips.
After winter always comes spring, and with it, the harvest.
Bill dares to hope.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or my OTP.
A/N: Written for akachankami as a thank you for all of her help as I was redecorating my LJ. Her prompt was "apple." Thank you to nixmom for her beta.
The monitor by her side beeps solemnly.
Her skin is pale to the point of being translucent. Her sharp bones poke and prod at the vulnerable flesh from the inside out.
Her tumor no longer lurks with silent, sinister intentions within her breast. The malevolent mass eats at the rounded curve greedily; growing until it too is entirely visible.
Bill caresses her forehead with shaking fingertips. Her eyes flutter. The green of her irises are deep and lush; reminding him of a rainforest. They crinkle delightfully when he leans forward to place a kiss to the corner of her mouth; embedding his love for her in that one, simple gesture.
Her tongue darts out to wet her parched lips. They are no longer red and full, swollen from his passionate kisses or curved upwards in a sensual smile. Her smile once reminded him of the apple harvest on Caprica. Her lips were soft yet firm; red and growing redder with each nip he would bestow to them. Her kisses were sweet, her flavor lingering on his tongue long after she had left her mark; she was intoxicating.
Like the winter, her illness had swept them both away in a violent current shaking every last ounce of health off of her branches.
She tilts her head slightly, a ghost of her smile making its way across her features. Bill’s heart swells and he peppers her mouth with tiny, sweet kisses. Her tongue darts out again, swiping his lower lip.
She is bittersweet now; but barely discernable. Alcohol has numbed more than just the pain that wracks him.
She sighs softly, closing her eyes. He makes sure to tangle his fingers with hers. A slight smile caresses her lips.
After winter always comes spring, and with it, the harvest.
Bill dares to hope.