"The Best Strategy" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: The Best Strategy
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 1, 167 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship prompt at about_time for Team Laura. Prompts that were covered: 1) a battle ensues, 2) diplomacy is the best strategy, 3) bringing out the big guns, 4) mutiny, 5) make-up sex.
“I don’t believe you!” Laura exclaimed, laughing joyously.
Beside her on their couch, Bill affectionately squeezed her bare calf, and played with the hem of her robe - his robe - on her body.
“I swear to you Madam President, it is the utter truth,” he said.
“William Adama, candy thief of Caprica,” she giggled. “You poor thing, you must have been so frightened when you got caught.”
“I was, but not so much by the security guard’s tough guy act, more so by my father’s reaction,” he said seriously. “The guy happened to know who my father was, wasn’t too fond of him either. So catching Joseph Adama’s kid trying to steal a candy bar and then reporting my misdoings to my father was an absolute pleasure for him,” Bill said bitterly.
They had been trading stories from their youth when Laura had posed the question, have you ever been arrested?. Initially she had been joking with him; after all, she did love to tease him. Yet he had surprised her by answering her query honestly. This nightly routine had become a treasured pastime of theirs; they were each hungry to know as much as they could about one another’s past.
At first, Laura was reluctant, she had always been a painfully private woman, but once confronted with the earnest plea from her lover, she found that she could not refuse him this one small pleasure. She knew that in some way, he would find comfort in the memories that she shared with him when she passed on. Their time together, sharing seemingly inconsequential and idiosyncratic tales from their past provided a beautiful and unique way of enjoying one another, of connecting in the most intimate of ways.
“Well, I am glad that you deterred from that particular path and became the strapping soldier that you are today,” she said. “I know for a fact that prison uniform orange is not nearly as appealing as your dress greys or duty blues,” she giggled.
“Are you saying that you would have held that particular wardrobe against me were I a criminal?” he asked in mock offence.
“I doubt that I would have been able to take you seriously,” she admitted.
Bill pulled her more securely towards him, inching his hand higher up her robe. She smiled knowingly at him and his fascination with her legs. He gave her a blinding grin and another affectionate and purposeful caress that both seemed to growl, mine with an infuriating amount of pride
“You don’t play fair my dear Admiral,” she said, as his caresses grew bolder. “How am I supposed to carry on a conversation with you if you insist on keeping your hands all over me?” she asked in mock seriousness. Truthfully, if she had control over their fates, she would ensure that she spent all the rest of her days with her bare skin touching his own. There was no greater pleasure, or want, that she had.
“Are you insinuating that you dislike having my hands all over you?” he asked as he tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Quite the opposite Sir, which is why it is a dirty, unfair trick,” she gasped as he hit a series of sensitive spots.
“I prefer the term efficient battle tactic,” he countered playfully. His fingertips ghosted along her hipbone and she sighed contently.
“Are we at war?” she asked. “I thought we’d gotten over that already and moved on,” she arched her brow at him suggestively. “But if you insist that a battle has begun between us once more, let me inform you Sir that I have no intention of losing.” It was time to bring out the big guns; she untied the sash of her robe and let it fall open. Bill starred appreciatively at her nude body.
“I surrender,” he informed her without hesitation. “How foolish of me to take on a clearly superior opponent,” he said. “I humbly submit to your command.”
“So soon? We haven’t even worked through the diplomatic terms for our peace negotiations,” Laura teased. “Diplomacy is the best strategy after all, especially as a means to bring a battle to it’s closure and negotiate terms. How do I know that you won’t mutiny against me once I let my guard down?”
“Frak diplomacy,” he said as he kissed the skin above her navel suggestively.
She dragged his mouth up to meet her own and kissed him fiercely. He responded by wrapping his arms all the way around her slight frame and returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm.
“This is the best part of the argument,” she giggled against his swollen lips.
“That so?” he grunted as she tugged the front of his robe open.
“Oh yes, this is the part where we both apologize profusely.”
“Profusely did you say?” he asked. “I can do that,” he promised. She giggled at the lust filled tone of his voice.
“Take me to bed soldier,” she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek.
“Sir, yes Sir!” he responded enthusiastically as he carefully gathered her in his arms and carried her towards their rack. With equal care, he deposited her gently against the worn sheets.
“I love you,” he said with wonder as he surveyed her naked body from her bare head down to her small and rounded toes.
She tugged his hand. “Get your ass in this rack at once,” she commanded. “That’s an order.”
“There’s no place in the worlds I’d rather be,” he promised her as he quickly stripped the rest of his sleepwear and joined her. They each sought the warmth and comfort of one another’s body, limbs intertwined and mouths met in a series of languorous and prolonged kisses.
“I surrender,” she whispered as she nudged his nose with her own.
Bill chuckled. “Surrender? To what? You’ve already won the battle my love.”
“I may have won the battle, but you Sir have won my heart,” she confessed honestly. “I’m all yours.”
“It seems that we’re both prisoners of war then, because you too have me captive,” he informed her.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she sighed. “We can stay here forever, tell people to frak off if they come knocking.”
“We tell them that we’re working on our peace negotiations,” he reminded her.
“Yes,” she hissed as he trailed his lips across her shoulder and neck. “And I believe that such proceedings are expected to be rather time consuming,” she said.
“We have all the time in the worlds,” he promised her.
Laura pushed the nagging, pragmatic voice that rattled about in her mind. Instead, she focused on the wondrous feeling of his bare, smooth skin, of the tenderness of his kisses, of the incredible feeling of being joined with him so intimately. She conceded that, without a doubt, this was a war that she did not mind losing, and he was an opponent that she had no hesitations about surrendering to.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 1, 167 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship prompt at about_time for Team Laura. Prompts that were covered: 1) a battle ensues, 2) diplomacy is the best strategy, 3) bringing out the big guns, 4) mutiny, 5) make-up sex.
“I don’t believe you!” Laura exclaimed, laughing joyously.
Beside her on their couch, Bill affectionately squeezed her bare calf, and played with the hem of her robe - his robe - on her body.
“I swear to you Madam President, it is the utter truth,” he said.
“William Adama, candy thief of Caprica,” she giggled. “You poor thing, you must have been so frightened when you got caught.”
“I was, but not so much by the security guard’s tough guy act, more so by my father’s reaction,” he said seriously. “The guy happened to know who my father was, wasn’t too fond of him either. So catching Joseph Adama’s kid trying to steal a candy bar and then reporting my misdoings to my father was an absolute pleasure for him,” Bill said bitterly.
They had been trading stories from their youth when Laura had posed the question, have you ever been arrested?. Initially she had been joking with him; after all, she did love to tease him. Yet he had surprised her by answering her query honestly. This nightly routine had become a treasured pastime of theirs; they were each hungry to know as much as they could about one another’s past.
At first, Laura was reluctant, she had always been a painfully private woman, but once confronted with the earnest plea from her lover, she found that she could not refuse him this one small pleasure. She knew that in some way, he would find comfort in the memories that she shared with him when she passed on. Their time together, sharing seemingly inconsequential and idiosyncratic tales from their past provided a beautiful and unique way of enjoying one another, of connecting in the most intimate of ways.
“Well, I am glad that you deterred from that particular path and became the strapping soldier that you are today,” she said. “I know for a fact that prison uniform orange is not nearly as appealing as your dress greys or duty blues,” she giggled.
“Are you saying that you would have held that particular wardrobe against me were I a criminal?” he asked in mock offence.
“I doubt that I would have been able to take you seriously,” she admitted.
Bill pulled her more securely towards him, inching his hand higher up her robe. She smiled knowingly at him and his fascination with her legs. He gave her a blinding grin and another affectionate and purposeful caress that both seemed to growl, mine with an infuriating amount of pride
“You don’t play fair my dear Admiral,” she said, as his caresses grew bolder. “How am I supposed to carry on a conversation with you if you insist on keeping your hands all over me?” she asked in mock seriousness. Truthfully, if she had control over their fates, she would ensure that she spent all the rest of her days with her bare skin touching his own. There was no greater pleasure, or want, that she had.
“Are you insinuating that you dislike having my hands all over you?” he asked as he tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Quite the opposite Sir, which is why it is a dirty, unfair trick,” she gasped as he hit a series of sensitive spots.
“I prefer the term efficient battle tactic,” he countered playfully. His fingertips ghosted along her hipbone and she sighed contently.
“Are we at war?” she asked. “I thought we’d gotten over that already and moved on,” she arched her brow at him suggestively. “But if you insist that a battle has begun between us once more, let me inform you Sir that I have no intention of losing.” It was time to bring out the big guns; she untied the sash of her robe and let it fall open. Bill starred appreciatively at her nude body.
“I surrender,” he informed her without hesitation. “How foolish of me to take on a clearly superior opponent,” he said. “I humbly submit to your command.”
“So soon? We haven’t even worked through the diplomatic terms for our peace negotiations,” Laura teased. “Diplomacy is the best strategy after all, especially as a means to bring a battle to it’s closure and negotiate terms. How do I know that you won’t mutiny against me once I let my guard down?”
“Frak diplomacy,” he said as he kissed the skin above her navel suggestively.
She dragged his mouth up to meet her own and kissed him fiercely. He responded by wrapping his arms all the way around her slight frame and returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm.
“This is the best part of the argument,” she giggled against his swollen lips.
“That so?” he grunted as she tugged the front of his robe open.
“Oh yes, this is the part where we both apologize profusely.”
“Profusely did you say?” he asked. “I can do that,” he promised. She giggled at the lust filled tone of his voice.
“Take me to bed soldier,” she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek.
“Sir, yes Sir!” he responded enthusiastically as he carefully gathered her in his arms and carried her towards their rack. With equal care, he deposited her gently against the worn sheets.
“I love you,” he said with wonder as he surveyed her naked body from her bare head down to her small and rounded toes.
She tugged his hand. “Get your ass in this rack at once,” she commanded. “That’s an order.”
“There’s no place in the worlds I’d rather be,” he promised her as he quickly stripped the rest of his sleepwear and joined her. They each sought the warmth and comfort of one another’s body, limbs intertwined and mouths met in a series of languorous and prolonged kisses.
“I surrender,” she whispered as she nudged his nose with her own.
Bill chuckled. “Surrender? To what? You’ve already won the battle my love.”
“I may have won the battle, but you Sir have won my heart,” she confessed honestly. “I’m all yours.”
“It seems that we’re both prisoners of war then, because you too have me captive,” he informed her.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she sighed. “We can stay here forever, tell people to frak off if they come knocking.”
“We tell them that we’re working on our peace negotiations,” he reminded her.
“Yes,” she hissed as he trailed his lips across her shoulder and neck. “And I believe that such proceedings are expected to be rather time consuming,” she said.
“We have all the time in the worlds,” he promised her.
Laura pushed the nagging, pragmatic voice that rattled about in her mind. Instead, she focused on the wondrous feeling of his bare, smooth skin, of the tenderness of his kisses, of the incredible feeling of being joined with him so intimately. She conceded that, without a doubt, this was a war that she did not mind losing, and he was an opponent that she had no hesitations about surrendering to.