"Books on the Shelf, Thoughts on the Shelf" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Books on the Shelf, Thoughts on the Shelf
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 704 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the lovely akachankami's birthday and for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Title is taken from Regina Spektor's "I Want To Sing" which can be found HERE.
The air around them cooled to a delicate chill, the steady warmth of the daylight was long gone in these late hours.
Next to him, Laura snuggled deeper into his embrace and he had to bite his lip from allowing a contented sigh from escaping. He feared that any slight sound or movement from him might make her reconsider her proximity to him, and his old heart couldn’t bear the thought of her shifting away from him. One of her impossibly long, lean legs was draped over his own bowed legs, her head was tucked comfortably under his chin, and her arms were wrapped around his sturdy frame; Bill Adama had never felt so safe and at peace in all his life.
“This is nice,” she sighed after a while. He felt the smile spread across her face and throughout her limbs as she squeezed him tighter. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this,” she confessed.
He wasn’t sure if she was referring to her physical proximity to a man, or her physical proximity to a planet. The slightly jealous and completely love-struck fool in him hoped that she was referring to the former; he’d hate to think that she had left a lover on Caprica, and that she saw what was burgeoning between them as a replacement of sorts. Thus, his response was a mellowed grunt; his entire body and mind were still relaxed and he was feeling pleasurably lazy from Laura’s offerings earlier in the day.
Laura smiled to herself, after knowing and working along side Bill for so long she could practically read the man’s mind; the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve surely didn’t help him. Truth be told, she had never done something as innocent, yet devastatingly romantic as lay out under the stars with Richard and she was glad for it; this was an experience that she wanted to share with only one man, and he was currently in her arms.
She toyed affectionately with the buttons of his tunic, delighted beyond reason that she could feel the steady rhythm of his beating heart just beneath her fingertips. He was so solid and sturdy; in all her life, she had never felt quite so safe anywhere in the universe as she did now in his embrace.
“It’s getting late,” she said softly as she continued to toy with the worn buttons. She was fascinated by each rise and fall of his chest, by his warmth which surrounded her.
“Yeah.”
She felt his body stiffen slightly and tipped her head upwards to meet his gaze. He looked at her mournfully and Laura had to giggle at the adorable expression on his face, a mixture of intense longing, earnest hope, and barely concealed anxiety.
“You know,” she drawled, “I have a few rough sketches of my cabin in my tent.”
“Oh yeah?” he responded.
“Yes, but there is a problem,” she paused and he nodded his understanding. “They’re not quite finished yet. It doesn’t quite feel like home, I feel like I’m missing something. For weeks now I keep starring at them and yet I can’t bring myself to complete them.” She nuzzled his neck lightly as she silently pleaded with him to read between the lines.
“Perhaps I could take a look at them?” he suggested slowly, and a bit unsurely. He prayed that he wasn’t misunderstanding her silent request.
“I could certainly use your attention to detail,” she admitted.
“I would be happy to help you,” he answered quickly. She beamed at him.
“I’d like that Bill, I’d really like that.”
Slowly and precisely, she kissed him. The slight tickle of his moustache against her lip was unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome; she sighed softly as they parted, delicious frissons of desire danced up and down her spine.
“Take me home Bill,” she whispered against his lips.
With infinite love and care, he helped her to her feet and took her hand in his. The simple connection felt so incredibly and wonderfully right. A shy smile graced her face as she gave their clasped hands a slight tug towards her tent and towards an incomplete home that they were determined to build together.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 704 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the lovely akachankami's birthday and for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Title is taken from Regina Spektor's "I Want To Sing" which can be found HERE.
The air around them cooled to a delicate chill, the steady warmth of the daylight was long gone in these late hours.
Next to him, Laura snuggled deeper into his embrace and he had to bite his lip from allowing a contented sigh from escaping. He feared that any slight sound or movement from him might make her reconsider her proximity to him, and his old heart couldn’t bear the thought of her shifting away from him. One of her impossibly long, lean legs was draped over his own bowed legs, her head was tucked comfortably under his chin, and her arms were wrapped around his sturdy frame; Bill Adama had never felt so safe and at peace in all his life.
“This is nice,” she sighed after a while. He felt the smile spread across her face and throughout her limbs as she squeezed him tighter. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this,” she confessed.
He wasn’t sure if she was referring to her physical proximity to a man, or her physical proximity to a planet. The slightly jealous and completely love-struck fool in him hoped that she was referring to the former; he’d hate to think that she had left a lover on Caprica, and that she saw what was burgeoning between them as a replacement of sorts. Thus, his response was a mellowed grunt; his entire body and mind were still relaxed and he was feeling pleasurably lazy from Laura’s offerings earlier in the day.
Laura smiled to herself, after knowing and working along side Bill for so long she could practically read the man’s mind; the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve surely didn’t help him. Truth be told, she had never done something as innocent, yet devastatingly romantic as lay out under the stars with Richard and she was glad for it; this was an experience that she wanted to share with only one man, and he was currently in her arms.
She toyed affectionately with the buttons of his tunic, delighted beyond reason that she could feel the steady rhythm of his beating heart just beneath her fingertips. He was so solid and sturdy; in all her life, she had never felt quite so safe anywhere in the universe as she did now in his embrace.
“It’s getting late,” she said softly as she continued to toy with the worn buttons. She was fascinated by each rise and fall of his chest, by his warmth which surrounded her.
“Yeah.”
She felt his body stiffen slightly and tipped her head upwards to meet his gaze. He looked at her mournfully and Laura had to giggle at the adorable expression on his face, a mixture of intense longing, earnest hope, and barely concealed anxiety.
“You know,” she drawled, “I have a few rough sketches of my cabin in my tent.”
“Oh yeah?” he responded.
“Yes, but there is a problem,” she paused and he nodded his understanding. “They’re not quite finished yet. It doesn’t quite feel like home, I feel like I’m missing something. For weeks now I keep starring at them and yet I can’t bring myself to complete them.” She nuzzled his neck lightly as she silently pleaded with him to read between the lines.
“Perhaps I could take a look at them?” he suggested slowly, and a bit unsurely. He prayed that he wasn’t misunderstanding her silent request.
“I could certainly use your attention to detail,” she admitted.
“I would be happy to help you,” he answered quickly. She beamed at him.
“I’d like that Bill, I’d really like that.”
Slowly and precisely, she kissed him. The slight tickle of his moustache against her lip was unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome; she sighed softly as they parted, delicious frissons of desire danced up and down her spine.
“Take me home Bill,” she whispered against his lips.
With infinite love and care, he helped her to her feet and took her hand in his. The simple connection felt so incredibly and wonderfully right. A shy smile graced her face as she gave their clasped hands a slight tug towards her tent and towards an incomplete home that they were determined to build together.