"Moving Day" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Moving Day
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 428 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Written for newnumbertwo 's birthday. Takes place between ADFMS and The Oath.
“Bill, I don’t need that much space,” Laura admonished lightly as she surveyed the opened, emptied drawers. “Where did you put all of your things?”
Strong, bare arms encircled her waist from behind. He nosed the kerchief away from her elegant neck and deposited warm, sensual kisses along her skin. “Don’t worry about it,” he said happily, “I wanted you to feel comfortable here.”
She sighed into his embrace, tracing the muscles of his forearms with her fingertips. “I always feel comfortable here. Even before I found my home, this place was always a place where I felt safe,” she mused softly.
His heart swelled with unfiltered joy at her declaration.
She stepped out of his embrace briefly to open another drawer; this one was stuffed with his rumpled sleepwear, undergarments, socks, and workout clothing. He’d combined the contents of four of his drawers into one to make room for her. She surveyed the clothing, it was all wrinkled beyond recognition; he’d sacrificed the obsessive organization of his living space to make room for her. It must be love.
She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips as she looked back at him, to see him standing there, clad only in his tanks and boxers, with a look of amused guilt plastered across his face. “I think that we can afford to give you a little more space, hmm?” she softly.
“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly. Caught. He’d been so overjoyed when she’d accepted his offer to move back in with him that he’d gone a bit overboard in his preparations. A part of him had still been fearful that he might send her running in the other direction. So, he’d tried to make as much space for her as possible in the hope that she wouldn’t feel smothered by his presence.
They made quick work of their limited items. Bill was overjoyed when Laura insisted that they share drawers - the worn fabric of his boxers and tanks mixed with her practical, but enticing undergarments, her sleepwear and borrowed sweats rested next to his workout clothes, and in the closet, her presidential suits were hung next to his uniforms.
Satisfied with their work, Laura tugged Bill down onto the rack - their rack - and snuggled into the warmth of his chest. “A job well done Admiral,” she hummed.
“Couldn’t have done it without you, Madam President,” he countered. “Looks good,” he said as he surveyed their humble living space.
“Looks like home.” The words were spoken against his open mouth as lips, heart, and soul became one.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 428 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Written for newnumbertwo 's birthday. Takes place between ADFMS and The Oath.
“Bill, I don’t need that much space,” Laura admonished lightly as she surveyed the opened, emptied drawers. “Where did you put all of your things?”
Strong, bare arms encircled her waist from behind. He nosed the kerchief away from her elegant neck and deposited warm, sensual kisses along her skin. “Don’t worry about it,” he said happily, “I wanted you to feel comfortable here.”
She sighed into his embrace, tracing the muscles of his forearms with her fingertips. “I always feel comfortable here. Even before I found my home, this place was always a place where I felt safe,” she mused softly.
His heart swelled with unfiltered joy at her declaration.
She stepped out of his embrace briefly to open another drawer; this one was stuffed with his rumpled sleepwear, undergarments, socks, and workout clothing. He’d combined the contents of four of his drawers into one to make room for her. She surveyed the clothing, it was all wrinkled beyond recognition; he’d sacrificed the obsessive organization of his living space to make room for her. It must be love.
She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips as she looked back at him, to see him standing there, clad only in his tanks and boxers, with a look of amused guilt plastered across his face. “I think that we can afford to give you a little more space, hmm?” she softly.
“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly. Caught. He’d been so overjoyed when she’d accepted his offer to move back in with him that he’d gone a bit overboard in his preparations. A part of him had still been fearful that he might send her running in the other direction. So, he’d tried to make as much space for her as possible in the hope that she wouldn’t feel smothered by his presence.
They made quick work of their limited items. Bill was overjoyed when Laura insisted that they share drawers - the worn fabric of his boxers and tanks mixed with her practical, but enticing undergarments, her sleepwear and borrowed sweats rested next to his workout clothes, and in the closet, her presidential suits were hung next to his uniforms.
Satisfied with their work, Laura tugged Bill down onto the rack - their rack - and snuggled into the warmth of his chest. “A job well done Admiral,” she hummed.
“Couldn’t have done it without you, Madam President,” he countered. “Looks good,” he said as he surveyed their humble living space.
“Looks like home.” The words were spoken against his open mouth as lips, heart, and soul became one.