"Waking Dreams" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Waking Dreams
Paring: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
The arms around her were strong, yet their hold on her was gentle in their determination.
“Bill?” Laura grumbled as she snuggled into his chest.
“You fell asleep on the couch again,” he whispered. She felt herself being carried a short distance, and then being deposited on the firm mattress of his rack.
He slipped her shoes off each foot and carefully removed her blazer. She could feel his body tense as he was confronted with her skirt and blouse.
“It’s okay, I won’t bite,” she grinned lazily at him.
He grumbled in response, frowning as he carefully removed her skirt and unbuttoned her shirt. He slipped a clean pair of his own boxers on her and held out a grey t-shirt. He looked at her, now bare from the waist up save her bra, and gulped.
“Uh, I’ll leave you to this,” he cleared his throat, “would you like some extra blankets?”
Wordlessly, she snapped her bra off and took the offered garment. Bill hastily averted his gaze.
“This is fine, thank you Bill,” she said gratefully. She patted the empty space next to her and smiled at him expectantly.
“Right, I’ll just leave you to rest then,” he stumbled adorably.
“Bill, get your ass in this rack now.” She patted the mattress more firmly.
Reluctantly, he slipped in beside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, gravitating to the warmth and strength of his body. He tensed as soon as she touched him.
“Bill, relax. I just want to feel you, it’s been so long,” she said a little sadly.
“I wish I could feel you too,” he whispered.
He turned so that he could see through the window next to the rack. The sun was setting over the mountain; the sky bled vibrant reds, pinks, and ambers, it was disturbingly beautiful.
It reminded him of her.
Paring: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
The arms around her were strong, yet their hold on her was gentle in their determination.
“Bill?” Laura grumbled as she snuggled into his chest.
“You fell asleep on the couch again,” he whispered. She felt herself being carried a short distance, and then being deposited on the firm mattress of his rack.
He slipped her shoes off each foot and carefully removed her blazer. She could feel his body tense as he was confronted with her skirt and blouse.
“It’s okay, I won’t bite,” she grinned lazily at him.
He grumbled in response, frowning as he carefully removed her skirt and unbuttoned her shirt. He slipped a clean pair of his own boxers on her and held out a grey t-shirt. He looked at her, now bare from the waist up save her bra, and gulped.
“Uh, I’ll leave you to this,” he cleared his throat, “would you like some extra blankets?”
Wordlessly, she snapped her bra off and took the offered garment. Bill hastily averted his gaze.
“This is fine, thank you Bill,” she said gratefully. She patted the empty space next to her and smiled at him expectantly.
“Right, I’ll just leave you to rest then,” he stumbled adorably.
“Bill, get your ass in this rack now.” She patted the mattress more firmly.
Reluctantly, he slipped in beside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, gravitating to the warmth and strength of his body. He tensed as soon as she touched him.
“Bill, relax. I just want to feel you, it’s been so long,” she said a little sadly.
“I wish I could feel you too,” he whispered.
He turned so that he could see through the window next to the rack. The sun was setting over the mountain; the sky bled vibrant reds, pinks, and ambers, it was disturbingly beautiful.
It reminded him of her.