"The Ultimatum" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Ultimatum
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Extremely late entry for ar_drabbles' "hail the frakstache" prompt.
Laura hated the thing on Bill’s face.
It hid his upper lip from her; that was unacceptable. It got in the way when they kissed and she couldn’t fully draw his lip into her mouth; that was unacceptable.
Last night she had given him an ultimatum; that monstrosity or her kisses.
This morning Bill emerged from the head freshly showered, and shaved. His upper lip was delightfully bare of the offending accessory. Laura hummed in approval.
He leaned forward to kiss her gently. He had meant it to be a good morning kiss; brief but sweet.
Laura had other plans.
It morphed into a full out make-out session on his couch. His fingers threaded in her thick auburn locks while she straddled him, her arms wound tightly around his neck. He was definitely going to be late for his shift. She was definitely going to be late for her meeting. Neither of them cared.
She nibbled happily at his swollen lip; he smirked beneath her.
“Better?” he asked huskily.
“Don’t ever grow that thing back again.” Her tone left no room for argument.
As she leaned forward to resume her attack, Bill knew that he had made the right choice.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG or its characters.
A/N: Extremely late entry for ar_drabbles' "hail the frakstache" prompt.
Laura hated the thing on Bill’s face.
It hid his upper lip from her; that was unacceptable. It got in the way when they kissed and she couldn’t fully draw his lip into her mouth; that was unacceptable.
Last night she had given him an ultimatum; that monstrosity or her kisses.
This morning Bill emerged from the head freshly showered, and shaved. His upper lip was delightfully bare of the offending accessory. Laura hummed in approval.
He leaned forward to kiss her gently. He had meant it to be a good morning kiss; brief but sweet.
Laura had other plans.
It morphed into a full out make-out session on his couch. His fingers threaded in her thick auburn locks while she straddled him, her arms wound tightly around his neck. He was definitely going to be late for his shift. She was definitely going to be late for her meeting. Neither of them cared.
She nibbled happily at his swollen lip; he smirked beneath her.
“Better?” he asked huskily.
“Don’t ever grow that thing back again.” Her tone left no room for argument.
As she leaned forward to resume her attack, Bill knew that he had made the right choice.