"Silent Confession" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Silent Confession
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Thanks to nixmom for her beta. This takes place after The Argument in Six of One.
He sits on the edge of the mattress; Laura’s back faces him.
“The answer is yes,” Bill murmurs.
From where she is lying, she can smell his soap and shaving cream. He had the good sense to shower before trying to talk to her, but he is still drunk. The sharp smell of alcohol lurks beneath the scent of toothpaste, soap, and rationed cologne.
“Yes,” he repeats himself. A bit louder this time. Laura does not turn to face him; she feigns sleep.
Bill is emotional when he is drunk. Alcohol has always been the key to unlocking his heart, heaving it into his mouth to spill out onto her. His love is messy, chaotic, without boundaries. Laura needed order; she needed structure.
“I would have settled, but only if I could have settled with you. I would have built that cabin with you. For you.” She feels the hesitant caress that he bestows her shoulder.
“But only if you wanted me to. Otherwise I would have stayed here, on Galactica until I became a part of her bones.” His hand slips away, her shoulder feels bare.
“That would have been a meaningless death.”
His voice fades into the darkness.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Thanks to nixmom for her beta. This takes place after The Argument in Six of One.
He sits on the edge of the mattress; Laura’s back faces him.
“The answer is yes,” Bill murmurs.
From where she is lying, she can smell his soap and shaving cream. He had the good sense to shower before trying to talk to her, but he is still drunk. The sharp smell of alcohol lurks beneath the scent of toothpaste, soap, and rationed cologne.
“Yes,” he repeats himself. A bit louder this time. Laura does not turn to face him; she feigns sleep.
Bill is emotional when he is drunk. Alcohol has always been the key to unlocking his heart, heaving it into his mouth to spill out onto her. His love is messy, chaotic, without boundaries. Laura needed order; she needed structure.
“I would have settled, but only if I could have settled with you. I would have built that cabin with you. For you.” She feels the hesitant caress that he bestows her shoulder.
“But only if you wanted me to. Otherwise I would have stayed here, on Galactica until I became a part of her bones.” His hand slips away, her shoulder feels bare.
“That would have been a meaningless death.”
His voice fades into the darkness.