"Never Let Me Go" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Never Let Me Go
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement. The title is from a Florence + The Machine song, which I highly urge you all to listen to.
The candles have burnt low; the warm brightness subsided to a soft, subdued glow. The illuminations from the flame still dance playfully across her shoulder, as they make their way up her neck to kiss her cheek.
I can’t find the will to sleep yet; I don’t want to miss a single moment of our time together. I’ve taken to memorizing every inch of her while she sleeps. The curve of her skull, the moles that adorn her face, the tiny scar on her left knee, the uneven and disfigured surface of her left breast, the slight roundness of her middle-aged belly; these are all wonderfully familiar to me now.
I nuzzle her soft, elegant neck and breath in her scent. She is intoxicating. She stirs slightly in her sleep and readjusts her grip on my arm; my heart swells to know that she wants me so close, that she needs me as much as I need her.
In the shadows of our sanctuary lurks the ever-present morning, the restoration of our responsibilities, and the harsh reality of our mortalities.
Her body tenses and her brow furrows, I can see her eyes fluttering beneath her lids, her sleep is becoming more restless these days. I place precise kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, towards the base of her bare head.
These are promises, vows that bind me to her irrevocably.
I feel her soften under my ministrations and return to a peaceful slumber, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Death stirs hungrily beneath her skin; his greed and lust will only be satisfied once she is in his grasp
I kiss one more promise into her skin, this one aimed at her persecutor.
When he finally comes for her, he will have us both.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement. The title is from a Florence + The Machine song, which I highly urge you all to listen to.
The candles have burnt low; the warm brightness subsided to a soft, subdued glow. The illuminations from the flame still dance playfully across her shoulder, as they make their way up her neck to kiss her cheek.
I can’t find the will to sleep yet; I don’t want to miss a single moment of our time together. I’ve taken to memorizing every inch of her while she sleeps. The curve of her skull, the moles that adorn her face, the tiny scar on her left knee, the uneven and disfigured surface of her left breast, the slight roundness of her middle-aged belly; these are all wonderfully familiar to me now.
I nuzzle her soft, elegant neck and breath in her scent. She is intoxicating. She stirs slightly in her sleep and readjusts her grip on my arm; my heart swells to know that she wants me so close, that she needs me as much as I need her.
In the shadows of our sanctuary lurks the ever-present morning, the restoration of our responsibilities, and the harsh reality of our mortalities.
Her body tenses and her brow furrows, I can see her eyes fluttering beneath her lids, her sleep is becoming more restless these days. I place precise kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, towards the base of her bare head.
These are promises, vows that bind me to her irrevocably.
I feel her soften under my ministrations and return to a peaceful slumber, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Death stirs hungrily beneath her skin; his greed and lust will only be satisfied once she is in his grasp
I kiss one more promise into her skin, this one aimed at her persecutor.
When he finally comes for her, he will have us both.