"Party Favours" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Party Favours
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 616 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Covers the "celebration" prompt.
Laura sighed happily into the crook of Bill’s neck as he held her close to him. Together, they waltzed slowly on the overcrowded dance floor, the substances from the evening’s earlier activities lingered, slowing their movements and making them more deliberate, lingering.
She had surprised him by presenting the half dozen joints to him this morning, with a mischievous smile and breathless giggle, she had pushed them into his hands and asked to borrow his lighter. In turn, he had surprised her by whipping out the desired item and spending the entire day celebrating with her in such a careless fashion.
“This is nice,” he whispered against the crown of her head.
“You’re a good dancer,” she noted. “I’d forgotten about that.”
“Well, I am pleased that I could remind you of that particular skill of mine,” he teased. “In fact, I’m surprised that I can still stand, let alone dance after today.” He pulled back slightly to give her a half-serious glare and she hummed joyfully in response.
“I offered to share with you, I certainly did not force you to indulge in today’s celebrations,” she informed him.
“No, you did not. But there was no way that I was going to pass up the opportunity to witness New Caprica’s most senior school teacher smoke a joint,” he laughed. “I had a feeling that it would be a once in a lifetime sort of deal,” he admitted.
“Twice in a lifetime. I used to smoke occasionally when I was in college. Mostly at parties, but only really in my first year, she told him. “Though that was so long ago I can’t even be sure that it really happened,” she chuckled ruefully. It was true, she could hardly remember the carefree, open minded and curious woman that she had been then. Years of despair and loss had hardened her irrevocably, closing her heart and mind; that is, until she met him.
Around them, couples started making their exit from the dance floor. The hour was late, but neither one of them felt like ending the evening just yet.
“This party is becoming a bust,” Bill said as the music slowed to a stop. They did not cease their dance; they were following a beat of their own, one that they had been chasing for a very long time.
“I have to agree, these young kids don’t know how to have fun,” she scoffed.
“Care to show them a thing or two?” he suggested playfully.
“I’m afraid that what I have in mind is definitely not approved for public display, in fact, it just may start a riot,” she whispered.
“Oh?” he gulped. She kissed his cheek softly.
“Come home with me,” she said. It was not a request, it was a recognition that tonight, they would finally put aside their burdens and place their wants and desires on the table.
He stroked the soft skin of her elegant jaw with his thumb. He had known all day long that this is what they had been building up to, had hoped that finally they had arrived at a time that they could call their own.
“I’d love nothing better,” he said resolutely.
“Good,” she said with a bright, lazy smile. “But I do have two joints left, just in case I needed to persuade you,” she informed him.
The sound of their combined laughter was still a novel sound, as was the delicate frisson of desire that fizzled between them each time they caressed one another through the barrier of clothing. With confident and knowing smiles, they quietly exited the dance floor arm in arm.
Tonight was theirs. They resolved to claim it as their own.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 616 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Covers the "celebration" prompt.
Laura sighed happily into the crook of Bill’s neck as he held her close to him. Together, they waltzed slowly on the overcrowded dance floor, the substances from the evening’s earlier activities lingered, slowing their movements and making them more deliberate, lingering.
She had surprised him by presenting the half dozen joints to him this morning, with a mischievous smile and breathless giggle, she had pushed them into his hands and asked to borrow his lighter. In turn, he had surprised her by whipping out the desired item and spending the entire day celebrating with her in such a careless fashion.
“This is nice,” he whispered against the crown of her head.
“You’re a good dancer,” she noted. “I’d forgotten about that.”
“Well, I am pleased that I could remind you of that particular skill of mine,” he teased. “In fact, I’m surprised that I can still stand, let alone dance after today.” He pulled back slightly to give her a half-serious glare and she hummed joyfully in response.
“I offered to share with you, I certainly did not force you to indulge in today’s celebrations,” she informed him.
“No, you did not. But there was no way that I was going to pass up the opportunity to witness New Caprica’s most senior school teacher smoke a joint,” he laughed. “I had a feeling that it would be a once in a lifetime sort of deal,” he admitted.
“Twice in a lifetime. I used to smoke occasionally when I was in college. Mostly at parties, but only really in my first year, she told him. “Though that was so long ago I can’t even be sure that it really happened,” she chuckled ruefully. It was true, she could hardly remember the carefree, open minded and curious woman that she had been then. Years of despair and loss had hardened her irrevocably, closing her heart and mind; that is, until she met him.
Around them, couples started making their exit from the dance floor. The hour was late, but neither one of them felt like ending the evening just yet.
“This party is becoming a bust,” Bill said as the music slowed to a stop. They did not cease their dance; they were following a beat of their own, one that they had been chasing for a very long time.
“I have to agree, these young kids don’t know how to have fun,” she scoffed.
“Care to show them a thing or two?” he suggested playfully.
“I’m afraid that what I have in mind is definitely not approved for public display, in fact, it just may start a riot,” she whispered.
“Oh?” he gulped. She kissed his cheek softly.
“Come home with me,” she said. It was not a request, it was a recognition that tonight, they would finally put aside their burdens and place their wants and desires on the table.
He stroked the soft skin of her elegant jaw with his thumb. He had known all day long that this is what they had been building up to, had hoped that finally they had arrived at a time that they could call their own.
“I’d love nothing better,” he said resolutely.
“Good,” she said with a bright, lazy smile. “But I do have two joints left, just in case I needed to persuade you,” she informed him.
The sound of their combined laughter was still a novel sound, as was the delicate frisson of desire that fizzled between them each time they caressed one another through the barrier of clothing. With confident and knowing smiles, they quietly exited the dance floor arm in arm.
Tonight was theirs. They resolved to claim it as their own.