"Sweet Yearnings" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Sweet Yearnings
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 1, 139 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement and for her suggestions.
“Nooo Biiiill, you’re doing it wrong!” The melodic, feminine voice of Laura Roslin broke the silence around them. Her words were slurred, the vowels drawn out. “Oh Gods, you’ve made a mess!” An uncontrollable spell of giggles followed her exclamation.
Bill blinked and looked at Laura, his mind was hazy from the fabulous herb that they had been enjoying all day, thus his heart was not only on his sleeve, but completely unarmed. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” he said with soft wonder.
“Flirt,” she accused him saucily. “I bet you’ve used that line before,” she tried to glare mockingly at him, but thanks to her current state of inebriation, only managed to laugh harder. “In any case, this bit of parchment is no good. You’ve torn the paper, we won’t be able to smoke this,” she gestured to the small mess of dried weed and ripped paper rolls in his lap. “but maybe we can salvage some of it.”
Bill allowed her to scoop up the scattered weed, shivers ran up and down his spin as she brushed her delicate hands across his clothed thighs. Her touch caused him to bite his lip and clench his fists; the urge to touch her, to kiss her was overwhelming.
Laura noticed his distress and smiled to herself, all day long she had been waiting for him to make a move. Carefully, she brushed her hands on the bodice of her dress once she dispensed with the weed on a makeshift table.
The tension between them grew thick with possibilities. Bill was the first to break the deafening silence.
“Where did you learn to do that,” he said, gesturing to her meager supplies.
“Oh,” she was taken aback a bit by his question. “I had a rebellious streak in my first year at college,” she admitted. “I cut all my hair off, and what was left ended up a very light blonde. I started to experiment with my artwork, incorporating politics into my paintings,” she said.
“I can’t see you as a blonde,” Bill said, his words bringing them back to a moment that felt like it was a lifetime in their past.
“I told you that you’d be surprised,” she countered.
“I think that you’ve surprised me sufficiently Ms. Roslin, I doubt that I will ever be able to underestimate you after today,” he said sincerely.
“Just today?” she asked boldly. “What about tonight?” Her heart was hammering wildly against her chest, she felt as though it might burst right through her.
“The night is still young,” he assured her.
“Not really. It’s dark out, most of the crowd are asleep or with their sweethearts. We’re all alone,” she pointed out. It’s show time, Bill, were her true words.
“Alone and high as Hades,” he said. “Laura, look-“
“No, you don’t get to do that. Listen to me, look at me. I may have gotten a little silly tonight, but I’m here, I’m present, I’m coherent. I know what I want; I want you. I’ve been waiting all day for you to say that you want me too,” she said firmly.
Something in him broke, and in an instant his mouth was on hers, his hands tangled delightfully in her hair, his body crushed to hers. His moustache was surprisingly soft; the tickle that it created against her lips made her tingle all over. Despite the desperation that permeated the moment, his kiss was not rushed nor overbearing, he took his time, kissing her with palpable tenderness and affection. She was like putty in his hands.
After a few perfect moments, he parted from her, easing the grip of his embrace so that he could look at her in the eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he confessed bashfully.
Her answering grin was infectious. “Let’s check off all the things we both wanted to accomplish today,” she suggested softly.
She cupped either side of his face and kissed him chastely, much like how he had kissed her so long ago, when Death lurked just beneath her skin.
“I meant what I said earlier Bill, I want to live for today, and I want to do it with you,” she said.
“And when tomorrow comes?” he asked unsurely. “Will you still want that?”
“William Adama, if you don’t already know that you’re the only one that I want-“
He cut her off with a quick kiss. “Just checking,” he said gruffly, though his grin was nothing short of triumphant. “I’m not so good at sharing,” he pulled her into his lap and squeezed her hips. “And I don’t think my old heart could take it if this were to be a one time thing,” he admitted softly.
“No other woman is getting her hands on you,” Laura growled before kissing him fiercely.
His heart swelled with love and desire for her as her lips descended upon on his own, and he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest amount of pride at the knowledge that Laura had no intentions of sharing his affection; not that he would ever dare to. He knew that Laura was the only woman for him; he’d known this fact for the better part of the last year. She was his partner in every way and he could accept no other in her place.
“Good to know that we both have issues when it comes to sharing,” he said as they tumbled to the ground of her tent. “That’ll make things easier.”
Her laughter was full of warmth and joy, and once again he was struck by how radiant she was.
Their lovemaking was slow and sweet, the substances in their bodies and the lateness of the hour had dulled the urgency of their desires. They each took the time to revel in the pleasure that the other gave them, to finally be able to explore their mutual desire for one another. Later, they lay spooned together in the narrow makeshift bed, limbs still slick with sweat, contented smiles plastered on their faces.
“Hi,” Bill whispered as he traced lazy circles across her hip.
“Nope, not anymore. Wore off,” Laura replied cheekily.
“Funny,” he said as he pulled her back more fully against his chest. Sweeping her unruly curls aside, he nuzzled the soft skin of her neck.
“Mmmm,” she hummed in delight and he felt her body become heavy with the onset of slumber. He waited until her breathing became even and her grip on his forearm loosened before nuzzling her neck once again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Bill fell asleep wrapped around the woman he loved, and with the sweet promise of morning on his mind. For the first time in years, the shadow that lingered behind him was not one of guilt or of loneliness, but one of hope and love.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 1, 139 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement and for her suggestions.
“Nooo Biiiill, you’re doing it wrong!” The melodic, feminine voice of Laura Roslin broke the silence around them. Her words were slurred, the vowels drawn out. “Oh Gods, you’ve made a mess!” An uncontrollable spell of giggles followed her exclamation.
Bill blinked and looked at Laura, his mind was hazy from the fabulous herb that they had been enjoying all day, thus his heart was not only on his sleeve, but completely unarmed. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” he said with soft wonder.
“Flirt,” she accused him saucily. “I bet you’ve used that line before,” she tried to glare mockingly at him, but thanks to her current state of inebriation, only managed to laugh harder. “In any case, this bit of parchment is no good. You’ve torn the paper, we won’t be able to smoke this,” she gestured to the small mess of dried weed and ripped paper rolls in his lap. “but maybe we can salvage some of it.”
Bill allowed her to scoop up the scattered weed, shivers ran up and down his spin as she brushed her delicate hands across his clothed thighs. Her touch caused him to bite his lip and clench his fists; the urge to touch her, to kiss her was overwhelming.
Laura noticed his distress and smiled to herself, all day long she had been waiting for him to make a move. Carefully, she brushed her hands on the bodice of her dress once she dispensed with the weed on a makeshift table.
The tension between them grew thick with possibilities. Bill was the first to break the deafening silence.
“Where did you learn to do that,” he said, gesturing to her meager supplies.
“Oh,” she was taken aback a bit by his question. “I had a rebellious streak in my first year at college,” she admitted. “I cut all my hair off, and what was left ended up a very light blonde. I started to experiment with my artwork, incorporating politics into my paintings,” she said.
“I can’t see you as a blonde,” Bill said, his words bringing them back to a moment that felt like it was a lifetime in their past.
“I told you that you’d be surprised,” she countered.
“I think that you’ve surprised me sufficiently Ms. Roslin, I doubt that I will ever be able to underestimate you after today,” he said sincerely.
“Just today?” she asked boldly. “What about tonight?” Her heart was hammering wildly against her chest, she felt as though it might burst right through her.
“The night is still young,” he assured her.
“Not really. It’s dark out, most of the crowd are asleep or with their sweethearts. We’re all alone,” she pointed out. It’s show time, Bill, were her true words.
“Alone and high as Hades,” he said. “Laura, look-“
“No, you don’t get to do that. Listen to me, look at me. I may have gotten a little silly tonight, but I’m here, I’m present, I’m coherent. I know what I want; I want you. I’ve been waiting all day for you to say that you want me too,” she said firmly.
Something in him broke, and in an instant his mouth was on hers, his hands tangled delightfully in her hair, his body crushed to hers. His moustache was surprisingly soft; the tickle that it created against her lips made her tingle all over. Despite the desperation that permeated the moment, his kiss was not rushed nor overbearing, he took his time, kissing her with palpable tenderness and affection. She was like putty in his hands.
After a few perfect moments, he parted from her, easing the grip of his embrace so that he could look at her in the eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he confessed bashfully.
Her answering grin was infectious. “Let’s check off all the things we both wanted to accomplish today,” she suggested softly.
She cupped either side of his face and kissed him chastely, much like how he had kissed her so long ago, when Death lurked just beneath her skin.
“I meant what I said earlier Bill, I want to live for today, and I want to do it with you,” she said.
“And when tomorrow comes?” he asked unsurely. “Will you still want that?”
“William Adama, if you don’t already know that you’re the only one that I want-“
He cut her off with a quick kiss. “Just checking,” he said gruffly, though his grin was nothing short of triumphant. “I’m not so good at sharing,” he pulled her into his lap and squeezed her hips. “And I don’t think my old heart could take it if this were to be a one time thing,” he admitted softly.
“No other woman is getting her hands on you,” Laura growled before kissing him fiercely.
His heart swelled with love and desire for her as her lips descended upon on his own, and he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest amount of pride at the knowledge that Laura had no intentions of sharing his affection; not that he would ever dare to. He knew that Laura was the only woman for him; he’d known this fact for the better part of the last year. She was his partner in every way and he could accept no other in her place.
“Good to know that we both have issues when it comes to sharing,” he said as they tumbled to the ground of her tent. “That’ll make things easier.”
Her laughter was full of warmth and joy, and once again he was struck by how radiant she was.
Their lovemaking was slow and sweet, the substances in their bodies and the lateness of the hour had dulled the urgency of their desires. They each took the time to revel in the pleasure that the other gave them, to finally be able to explore their mutual desire for one another. Later, they lay spooned together in the narrow makeshift bed, limbs still slick with sweat, contented smiles plastered on their faces.
“Hi,” Bill whispered as he traced lazy circles across her hip.
“Nope, not anymore. Wore off,” Laura replied cheekily.
“Funny,” he said as he pulled her back more fully against his chest. Sweeping her unruly curls aside, he nuzzled the soft skin of her neck.
“Mmmm,” she hummed in delight and he felt her body become heavy with the onset of slumber. He waited until her breathing became even and her grip on his forearm loosened before nuzzling her neck once again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Bill fell asleep wrapped around the woman he loved, and with the sweet promise of morning on his mind. For the first time in years, the shadow that lingered behind him was not one of guilt or of loneliness, but one of hope and love.