"Imperfect Expectations" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Imperfect Expectations
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the "date night" drabble challenge at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmom for her beta.
“Let’s get back to our intrepid, what is he?” Laura asks before giggling, “a detective!”
Bill smiles lovingly at her.
“This feels a lot like that night,” he says.
He’s unwilling to let the one truly happy memory that they share slip away from them so soon. It was the only time he had made love to Laura when she was healthy and cancer free.
Sometimes he wishes that he could relive that day again and again for the rest of his life.
He doesn’t care that it would be a delusion; nothing has felt real since the destruction of the Colonies anyway.
“Mmm,” she replies, “Except we both ended up in the bed together that night. Naked,” she giggles.
They both have giddy grins on their faces.
“It was perfect,” she continues. “The most perfect date I’ve ever had.”
Bill huffed.
“Your expectations were very low then. I didn’t take you anywhere special; we got high and frakked in a tent, like a couple of teenagers,” he says, almost regrettably. He wishes that he could give her flowers, take her dancing.
“I didn’t need anything fancy Bill; just you,” she says, reading his troubled mind.“You made me feel young again.” She reaches out and clasps his hand. “You told me that you loved me.”
He tells her again, and kisses the back of her hand.
“No one ever did that,” she says quietly. He continues to place tender kisses across the paper-thin skin of her hand.
“No man ever said those words to me; even if they tried to, I know that they would not have meant it,” she said.
“I meant it, I mean it,” he says suddenly.
She smiles knowingly at him.
“I know,” she crinkles her nose at him, “and that is why it was perfect.”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the "date night" drabble challenge at ar_drabbles. Thanks to nixmom for her beta.
“Let’s get back to our intrepid, what is he?” Laura asks before giggling, “a detective!”
Bill smiles lovingly at her.
“This feels a lot like that night,” he says.
He’s unwilling to let the one truly happy memory that they share slip away from them so soon. It was the only time he had made love to Laura when she was healthy and cancer free.
Sometimes he wishes that he could relive that day again and again for the rest of his life.
He doesn’t care that it would be a delusion; nothing has felt real since the destruction of the Colonies anyway.
“Mmm,” she replies, “Except we both ended up in the bed together that night. Naked,” she giggles.
They both have giddy grins on their faces.
“It was perfect,” she continues. “The most perfect date I’ve ever had.”
Bill huffed.
“Your expectations were very low then. I didn’t take you anywhere special; we got high and frakked in a tent, like a couple of teenagers,” he says, almost regrettably. He wishes that he could give her flowers, take her dancing.
“I didn’t need anything fancy Bill; just you,” she says, reading his troubled mind.“You made me feel young again.” She reaches out and clasps his hand. “You told me that you loved me.”
He tells her again, and kisses the back of her hand.
“No one ever did that,” she says quietly. He continues to place tender kisses across the paper-thin skin of her hand.
“No man ever said those words to me; even if they tried to, I know that they would not have meant it,” she said.
“I meant it, I mean it,” he says suddenly.
She smiles knowingly at him.
“I know,” she crinkles her nose at him, “and that is why it was perfect.”