"The Promise of Tomorrow" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Promise of Tomorrow
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement and nixmom for her beta.
His hands on her bare scalp is the closest feeling to ecstasy that she’s had in a long, long time.
“Do you miss it?” she asks him softly. She’s curled up next to him on the couch, one of his arms is wrapped around her; the other is tracing invisible patterns into her scalp. Every so often, his lips descend on the sensitive skin and ripples of pleasure tumble up and down her spine.
“No,” he answers. “Your skin is so soft, I love it,” he admits.
“My hair was soft too,” she counters cheekily. “I wish…” she falters slightly, “I always wanted you to run your hands through it. It was a fantasy of mine, now I’ll never get to live it out.”
He takes a deep, measured breath. It was his fantasy too, one that he has already mourned.
“What other fantasies do you have?” he asks.
“I want to make love to you on Earth, in our cabin, under the stars that we’ve spent so many years chasing. I want to build a home with you, walk into town on your arm and not care what others think. I want… I want so much Bill, sometimes it hurts to think about it.” He feels her warm tears against his chest.
His lips descend on her once again.
“What do you want?” she asks. She wants to know what he likes too.
“Everything you want, but, with a slight alteration,” he says cryptically.
“Oh?” she asks.
“I want to be your husband,” he admits. “I want a simple ceremony, private. Just us.”
“Are you proposing?” she asks with a giggle.
“I’m waiting for the perfect time, I’ve heard that women find that it’s more romantic on a beach, at sunset.”
“My romantic old fool,” she murmurs and kisses him gently.
“My beautiful, young wife,” he counters.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement and nixmom for her beta.
His hands on her bare scalp is the closest feeling to ecstasy that she’s had in a long, long time.
“Do you miss it?” she asks him softly. She’s curled up next to him on the couch, one of his arms is wrapped around her; the other is tracing invisible patterns into her scalp. Every so often, his lips descend on the sensitive skin and ripples of pleasure tumble up and down her spine.
“No,” he answers. “Your skin is so soft, I love it,” he admits.
“My hair was soft too,” she counters cheekily. “I wish…” she falters slightly, “I always wanted you to run your hands through it. It was a fantasy of mine, now I’ll never get to live it out.”
He takes a deep, measured breath. It was his fantasy too, one that he has already mourned.
“What other fantasies do you have?” he asks.
“I want to make love to you on Earth, in our cabin, under the stars that we’ve spent so many years chasing. I want to build a home with you, walk into town on your arm and not care what others think. I want… I want so much Bill, sometimes it hurts to think about it.” He feels her warm tears against his chest.
His lips descend on her once again.
“What do you want?” she asks. She wants to know what he likes too.
“Everything you want, but, with a slight alteration,” he says cryptically.
“Oh?” she asks.
“I want to be your husband,” he admits. “I want a simple ceremony, private. Just us.”
“Are you proposing?” she asks with a giggle.
“I’m waiting for the perfect time, I’ve heard that women find that it’s more romantic on a beach, at sunset.”
“My romantic old fool,” she murmurs and kisses him gently.
“My beautiful, young wife,” he counters.