"What Remains" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: What Remains
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show.
A/N: Late entry for the "dogtags" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmom for her beta; and for making sure that I can still write co-herently despite the painkillers that are pleasantly in control of my motor skills at the moment.
Laura had not truly noticed them until the first time that she had stayed the night.
He was arranging a pillow and blanket for himself on his couch; his bed had already been turned down for her. He was hunched over the couch; shirtless except for the dogtags around his neck.
Laura was leaning against the bulkhead.
He turned around and she was caught ogling the Admiral’s muscular arms and shapely backside. He noticed, but had the good grace to remain wordless about it; only the slight smirk betrayed his otherwise innocent appearance.
“Bed’s all yours,” that irresistible baritone informed her. He walked closer to her and the low lighting in his cabin caught the accessory around his strong neck. It stood out against the darkened olive of his skin; like a beacon, urging her on.
Laura reached out and caressed the cool metal. She could feel the warmth of his skin and smell the clean, fresh scent of his soap and toothpaste.
Her fingertips traced the letters of his name. If anything happened to him, the dogtags would be given to his next of kin. Lee would carry his father’s name in his pocket, or perhaps keep him hanging in his locker. These tiny scraps of metal would be all that was left of the man in front of her.
Her hand trembled; Bill tugged her until she was enveloped completely by his warmth.
She felt a light kiss being pressed to her forehead before he pushed back slightly. She felt him fumble around their necks and felt the cool metal rest against her collarbone.
She looked down and saw that his name rested just above her heart. It was his turn to caress the metal on her body.
“They look good on you.”
She smiled: “I’ll keep you safe.”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show.
A/N: Late entry for the "dogtags" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmom for her beta; and for making sure that I can still write co-herently despite the painkillers that are pleasantly in control of my motor skills at the moment.
Laura had not truly noticed them until the first time that she had stayed the night.
He was arranging a pillow and blanket for himself on his couch; his bed had already been turned down for her. He was hunched over the couch; shirtless except for the dogtags around his neck.
Laura was leaning against the bulkhead.
He turned around and she was caught ogling the Admiral’s muscular arms and shapely backside. He noticed, but had the good grace to remain wordless about it; only the slight smirk betrayed his otherwise innocent appearance.
“Bed’s all yours,” that irresistible baritone informed her. He walked closer to her and the low lighting in his cabin caught the accessory around his strong neck. It stood out against the darkened olive of his skin; like a beacon, urging her on.
Laura reached out and caressed the cool metal. She could feel the warmth of his skin and smell the clean, fresh scent of his soap and toothpaste.
Her fingertips traced the letters of his name. If anything happened to him, the dogtags would be given to his next of kin. Lee would carry his father’s name in his pocket, or perhaps keep him hanging in his locker. These tiny scraps of metal would be all that was left of the man in front of her.
Her hand trembled; Bill tugged her until she was enveloped completely by his warmth.
She felt a light kiss being pressed to her forehead before he pushed back slightly. She felt him fumble around their necks and felt the cool metal rest against her collarbone.
She looked down and saw that his name rested just above her heart. It was his turn to caress the metal on her body.
“They look good on you.”
She smiled: “I’ll keep you safe.”