"Peace Negotiations" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Peace Negotiations
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: M
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Late entry for the "3 letter body parts" challenge at ar_drabbles.
His rack was woefully inadequate for post-coital lounging. This was always an annoyance once the urgency, and their mutual desire had been satisfied and their limbs were worn and tired, albeit deliciously so. A nap was their preferred way to enjoy one another’s company after a round of lovemaking.
“Your leg Bill, could you -” They shifted and rearranged with much huffing and grunting. An elbow collided with a hip, and a muffled hiss followed.
“Sorry,” Bill said sincerely. “Why don’t you stay on top of me but put your head on my shoulder?”
“I don’t want to crush you,” she said practically.
He chuckled: “As if you could.”
She arched her brow and flipped them so that she was straddling him. His hands came to rest on her hips.
“Yeah, this is good,” he flashed a toothy grin at her. “Best view in the universe.”
“It isn’t very comfortable for me.” He nipped at her navel.
“I’ll make it very comfortable,” he assured her.
“You sure that you’re up to it so soon?” She arched into his oral caresses.
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he countered.
“Mmm, I’m sure that you do,” she hummed.
Naps were overrated anyway.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: M
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Late entry for the "3 letter body parts" challenge at ar_drabbles.
His rack was woefully inadequate for post-coital lounging. This was always an annoyance once the urgency, and their mutual desire had been satisfied and their limbs were worn and tired, albeit deliciously so. A nap was their preferred way to enjoy one another’s company after a round of lovemaking.
“Your leg Bill, could you -” They shifted and rearranged with much huffing and grunting. An elbow collided with a hip, and a muffled hiss followed.
“Sorry,” Bill said sincerely. “Why don’t you stay on top of me but put your head on my shoulder?”
“I don’t want to crush you,” she said practically.
He chuckled: “As if you could.”
She arched her brow and flipped them so that she was straddling him. His hands came to rest on her hips.
“Yeah, this is good,” he flashed a toothy grin at her. “Best view in the universe.”
“It isn’t very comfortable for me.” He nipped at her navel.
“I’ll make it very comfortable,” he assured her.
“You sure that you’re up to it so soon?” She arched into his oral caresses.
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he countered.
“Mmm, I’m sure that you do,” she hummed.
Naps were overrated anyway.