"The Greatest Tale" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: The Greatest Tale
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 757 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura.
“Oh…frak,” she hissed as a sizable stack of books fell over and on top of her. Though they were not especially heavy, she knew that the collision would leave her with fresh bruise marks; that was a given. Shoving the fallen volumes aside irritably, she stood once again on the tips of her toes and began her frantic search anew.
Standing in the doorway was her lover, watching amusedly as Laura strained to find her target. She was wearing one of his old, casual shirts; the sleeves had been rolled up to her mid forearm, her legs were deliciously bare and they seemed to glow along with her bare scalp in the cabin’s dim lighting.
“William Adama, quit ogling me and get over here.” Her crisp tone broke his musings and he chuckled as he made his way over to her. With a kiss to her neck, he wrapped his arms around her withering waist, effectively stilling her movements.
“Bill,” she chastised, “you’re supposed to be helping me. This is not helping.” She arched into the kisses that he showered her neck and cheek with despite her irritable grumblings.
“How did you know that I was home?” he asked her, ignoring her protests. “And how did you know that I was watching you?”
“I could feel you,” she turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands came to rest on her bottom. “And you’re a heavy walker,” she admitted with a guilty smile, “your boots aren’t the lightest footwear either.”
“I’ll have to rectify that,” he said. Laura merely rolled her eyes and pulled him towards her for a brief kiss.
“What were you looking for?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s silly,” she said, blushing. “I was wondering where you had put Blood Runs At Midnight, I wanted to read it again.”
Wordlessly, he reached behind her and pulled the allusive novel free from the shelf, placing it in her hands. Her jaw dropped.
“It was right in front of me, are you kidding?” she said incredulously.
“That’s always the way, isn’t it? You’re so determined by your mission, that you miss what’s right in front of you,” he said.
A beat passed between them, heavy with sadness and darker implications of betrayal and loyalties broken, of promises shattered and abandoned faith. Laura banished those thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the man in front of her.
“I’m glad that you’re home,” she said brightly, tossing the novel aside on the desk next to them.
“I thought that you wanted to read that?” he said, eyes twinkling and the hint of a smile colouring his face.
“I did,” she admitted. “But I can think of a better way to spend my evening now that you’re here. Besides, I can always read it with you. In fact, I’d enjoy that much more than reading it on my own.”
“Grab that book and meet me on that couch nugget,” he growled playfully.
“Sir, yes Sir!” she answered with a smart salute.
They made their way over to the couch, Bill pulled her on top of him so that he could freely caress her gorgeous legs. Laura tucked her head within the crook of his neck and shoulder, resting one hand against his belly which she had grown to love so much.
With a contented kiss to his craggy cheek, she sighed. “This is nice,” she said.
“Very nice,” he answered as his hand swept the length of her calf and thigh. Laura giggled into his neck and patted his belly affectionately.
“Chapter one…” The gravely tone of his voice washed over her, like a gentle wave kissing the edges of a beach. Snuggling against his warmth, she settled into the embrace of his body and his heart. This was her home, the small, cluttered quarters made up of tin walls and toppling stacks of books. The man that she once found overbearing and arrogant had now become her entire world, she giggled at her ironic reality and Bill paused.
“What?” he asked, his tone full of humor and affection.
“Oh, nothing,” she said airily. “Just thinking about how sometimes, you’re so distracted by your mission you don’t realize what’s right in front of your face.”
Bill smiled brightly and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Well, I happen to have one helluva view right in front of me right now. And I sure as hell am not about to turn a blind eye to it.”
“My sentiments exactly my dear Admiral,” she whispered softly.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 757 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura.
“Oh…frak,” she hissed as a sizable stack of books fell over and on top of her. Though they were not especially heavy, she knew that the collision would leave her with fresh bruise marks; that was a given. Shoving the fallen volumes aside irritably, she stood once again on the tips of her toes and began her frantic search anew.
Standing in the doorway was her lover, watching amusedly as Laura strained to find her target. She was wearing one of his old, casual shirts; the sleeves had been rolled up to her mid forearm, her legs were deliciously bare and they seemed to glow along with her bare scalp in the cabin’s dim lighting.
“William Adama, quit ogling me and get over here.” Her crisp tone broke his musings and he chuckled as he made his way over to her. With a kiss to her neck, he wrapped his arms around her withering waist, effectively stilling her movements.
“Bill,” she chastised, “you’re supposed to be helping me. This is not helping.” She arched into the kisses that he showered her neck and cheek with despite her irritable grumblings.
“How did you know that I was home?” he asked her, ignoring her protests. “And how did you know that I was watching you?”
“I could feel you,” she turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands came to rest on her bottom. “And you’re a heavy walker,” she admitted with a guilty smile, “your boots aren’t the lightest footwear either.”
“I’ll have to rectify that,” he said. Laura merely rolled her eyes and pulled him towards her for a brief kiss.
“What were you looking for?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s silly,” she said, blushing. “I was wondering where you had put Blood Runs At Midnight, I wanted to read it again.”
Wordlessly, he reached behind her and pulled the allusive novel free from the shelf, placing it in her hands. Her jaw dropped.
“It was right in front of me, are you kidding?” she said incredulously.
“That’s always the way, isn’t it? You’re so determined by your mission, that you miss what’s right in front of you,” he said.
A beat passed between them, heavy with sadness and darker implications of betrayal and loyalties broken, of promises shattered and abandoned faith. Laura banished those thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the man in front of her.
“I’m glad that you’re home,” she said brightly, tossing the novel aside on the desk next to them.
“I thought that you wanted to read that?” he said, eyes twinkling and the hint of a smile colouring his face.
“I did,” she admitted. “But I can think of a better way to spend my evening now that you’re here. Besides, I can always read it with you. In fact, I’d enjoy that much more than reading it on my own.”
“Grab that book and meet me on that couch nugget,” he growled playfully.
“Sir, yes Sir!” she answered with a smart salute.
They made their way over to the couch, Bill pulled her on top of him so that he could freely caress her gorgeous legs. Laura tucked her head within the crook of his neck and shoulder, resting one hand against his belly which she had grown to love so much.
With a contented kiss to his craggy cheek, she sighed. “This is nice,” she said.
“Very nice,” he answered as his hand swept the length of her calf and thigh. Laura giggled into his neck and patted his belly affectionately.
“Chapter one…” The gravely tone of his voice washed over her, like a gentle wave kissing the edges of a beach. Snuggling against his warmth, she settled into the embrace of his body and his heart. This was her home, the small, cluttered quarters made up of tin walls and toppling stacks of books. The man that she once found overbearing and arrogant had now become her entire world, she giggled at her ironic reality and Bill paused.
“What?” he asked, his tone full of humor and affection.
“Oh, nothing,” she said airily. “Just thinking about how sometimes, you’re so distracted by your mission you don’t realize what’s right in front of your face.”
Bill smiled brightly and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Well, I happen to have one helluva view right in front of me right now. And I sure as hell am not about to turn a blind eye to it.”
“My sentiments exactly my dear Admiral,” she whispered softly.