"The Lark's Sweet Melody" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Lark's Sweet Melody
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written to celebrate the 2nd anniversary at ar_drabbles.
“Bill, get up,” Laura’s voice was soft, but firm.
“Not yet,” he insisted. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her bare torso. Sighing contently, he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck.
“Admiral, get your ass out of this rack, now,” Laura said more authoritatively. Bill’s response was to grind his morning erection into the swell of her bottom.
“And what a fine ass you have Madam President,” he teased.
“Why do you want to get up so early? It’s not even 0500 yet,” he complained. “I just want to lay in bed and hold you a while longer.” As tempting as his proposition sounded, Laura would not be distracted from her mission.
“I have a surprise for you. But if you don’t get up now, I won’t have the chance to give it to you before your shift.”
That got his attention. He propped his scruffy head up on one bent arm; the other still held her close to him.
“Surprise?” he asked confused.
“Yes. But if you don’t get up, you don’t get it,” she said sweetly. This logic slowly made its way through Bill’s drowsy mind and he grumbled as he began to detangle their nude bodies.
“I don’t see why you couldn’t just bring it to me in bed,” he huffed as he shucked his robe on; Laura led him to the study with an insistent tug.
“Close your eyes,” she ordered. He felt her lower him into his chair.
“Open them,” she said softly.
On his desk was a photograph of them from the groundbreaking ceremony on New Caprica. He stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her middle possessively, she was laughing in the photograph. Her gorgeous hair was an unruly mess in the breeze.
Laura leaned forward and kissed his scruffy cheek. “Happy anniversary.”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written to celebrate the 2nd anniversary at ar_drabbles.
“Bill, get up,” Laura’s voice was soft, but firm.
“Not yet,” he insisted. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her bare torso. Sighing contently, he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck.
“Admiral, get your ass out of this rack, now,” Laura said more authoritatively. Bill’s response was to grind his morning erection into the swell of her bottom.
“And what a fine ass you have Madam President,” he teased.
“Why do you want to get up so early? It’s not even 0500 yet,” he complained. “I just want to lay in bed and hold you a while longer.” As tempting as his proposition sounded, Laura would not be distracted from her mission.
“I have a surprise for you. But if you don’t get up now, I won’t have the chance to give it to you before your shift.”
That got his attention. He propped his scruffy head up on one bent arm; the other still held her close to him.
“Surprise?” he asked confused.
“Yes. But if you don’t get up, you don’t get it,” she said sweetly. This logic slowly made its way through Bill’s drowsy mind and he grumbled as he began to detangle their nude bodies.
“I don’t see why you couldn’t just bring it to me in bed,” he huffed as he shucked his robe on; Laura led him to the study with an insistent tug.
“Close your eyes,” she ordered. He felt her lower him into his chair.
“Open them,” she said softly.
On his desk was a photograph of them from the groundbreaking ceremony on New Caprica. He stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her middle possessively, she was laughing in the photograph. Her gorgeous hair was an unruly mess in the breeze.
Laura leaned forward and kissed his scruffy cheek. “Happy anniversary.”