"Incorrigible" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Incorrigible
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement.
The feather light caress on her calf kept itching higher and higher, until his calloused fingertips tickled her kneecap.
“Bill,” she warned, not even bothering to look up from her report.
“Laura,” he countered.
She readjusted her legs so that his hand fell away. That did not discourage him from putting it right back where he felt that it belonged.
Bill Adama was a very affectionate man. Most men in her life had been affectionate before sex, during sex, and maybe if she were lucky, a little while after sex.
Bill couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
It wasn’t always sexual, but it was always sensual, loving, and grateful, as if he were paying tribute to her body through his touch.
She felt his other arm wrap itself around her shoulders. He pulled her closer to his side and placed a kiss atop her head. His wandering hand found a content resting place on her thigh.
He nuzzled her cheek and smiled when he felt the shiver run down her spine.
“Don’t you have work to do?” she asked irritably. Once his hands were on her, all sense of productivity escaped her.
“I’m the boss,” he said simply. She angled her head so that her glare was millimeters away from his gaze.
“I’m the boss,” she corrected him.
“Yes M’am.” He kissed the tip of her nose. She sighed in semi-defeat.
“Why don’t you let me take some of these,” he grabbed half of the stack in front of her, “that way we’ll finish quicker,” he said.
“Have plans Admiral?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “Not now, it’s work time.”
They each settled in, grateful for the relatively small size of the stack of reports. Scant minutes went by in peace until Bill felt Laura’s hand on his thigh.
“Laura…”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement.
The feather light caress on her calf kept itching higher and higher, until his calloused fingertips tickled her kneecap.
“Bill,” she warned, not even bothering to look up from her report.
“Laura,” he countered.
She readjusted her legs so that his hand fell away. That did not discourage him from putting it right back where he felt that it belonged.
Bill Adama was a very affectionate man. Most men in her life had been affectionate before sex, during sex, and maybe if she were lucky, a little while after sex.
Bill couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
It wasn’t always sexual, but it was always sensual, loving, and grateful, as if he were paying tribute to her body through his touch.
She felt his other arm wrap itself around her shoulders. He pulled her closer to his side and placed a kiss atop her head. His wandering hand found a content resting place on her thigh.
He nuzzled her cheek and smiled when he felt the shiver run down her spine.
“Don’t you have work to do?” she asked irritably. Once his hands were on her, all sense of productivity escaped her.
“I’m the boss,” he said simply. She angled her head so that her glare was millimeters away from his gaze.
“I’m the boss,” she corrected him.
“Yes M’am.” He kissed the tip of her nose. She sighed in semi-defeat.
“Why don’t you let me take some of these,” he grabbed half of the stack in front of her, “that way we’ll finish quicker,” he said.
“Have plans Admiral?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “Not now, it’s work time.”
They each settled in, grateful for the relatively small size of the stack of reports. Scant minutes went by in peace until Bill felt Laura’s hand on his thigh.
“Laura…”