"Every Waking Moment" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Every Waking Moment
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles prompt "crossroads" and with bsg_aussiegirl in mind because she LURVES the scene that follows this drabble quite a bit. Thanks to nixmom for her beta and title.
I awake groggily. My back is sore; I am cold, and I am unrested.
I furrow deeper under my cover, but it is no use. The cold permeates to the very core of my bones. Sighing, I check the time; it is 0600 hours.
Bill is awake by now; he is probably having his morning shower. I ache at the thought of the hot water running down his naked body. If I were there with him, he would pull me into his embrace and kiss me until he set me on fire. Then he would caress every inch of me until I was trembling and weak-kneed. Afterwards, he would carry me over to his couch, and envelope me once more as I enjoyed my morning coffee.
Bill’s inclination for snuggling is always amplified in the mornings; especially after a round or two of morning sex. I miss waking up in his arms. I miss the gentle kisses he would use to connect the freckles on my shoulder; I miss the sweetness of his touch.
The phone sits next to my makeshift bed tantalizingly. I know that he is just a phone call away.
I wonder if he misses waking next to me as well. He used to joke about how sleeping on the harsh New Caprican ground would be the death of him; but I remember him saying that he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
My finger gently toys with the cord on the phone.
It is 0611 hours. Bill will be shaving now. I picture him easily; clad in only his tanks and pants as he glides the sharp razor across his strong jaw and chin.
I grip the phone determinedly. My mind is made up.
I am cold. I need my Admiral to make me feel warm.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles prompt "crossroads" and with bsg_aussiegirl in mind because she LURVES the scene that follows this drabble quite a bit. Thanks to nixmom for her beta and title.
I awake groggily. My back is sore; I am cold, and I am unrested.
I furrow deeper under my cover, but it is no use. The cold permeates to the very core of my bones. Sighing, I check the time; it is 0600 hours.
Bill is awake by now; he is probably having his morning shower. I ache at the thought of the hot water running down his naked body. If I were there with him, he would pull me into his embrace and kiss me until he set me on fire. Then he would caress every inch of me until I was trembling and weak-kneed. Afterwards, he would carry me over to his couch, and envelope me once more as I enjoyed my morning coffee.
Bill’s inclination for snuggling is always amplified in the mornings; especially after a round or two of morning sex. I miss waking up in his arms. I miss the gentle kisses he would use to connect the freckles on my shoulder; I miss the sweetness of his touch.
The phone sits next to my makeshift bed tantalizingly. I know that he is just a phone call away.
I wonder if he misses waking next to me as well. He used to joke about how sleeping on the harsh New Caprican ground would be the death of him; but I remember him saying that he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
My finger gently toys with the cord on the phone.
It is 0611 hours. Bill will be shaving now. I picture him easily; clad in only his tanks and pants as he glides the sharp razor across his strong jaw and chin.
I grip the phone determinedly. My mind is made up.
I am cold. I need my Admiral to make me feel warm.