That thing that turns to a star
A sort of sequel to Your life is a stone in you. bsg_aussiegirl said I could.
This is for her, in case the first part wasn't romantic enough.
Rule 1: Even if you're going to break the rules, get permission.
Rule 2: frakcancer obviously can't write smut in under 600 words, so this isn't even quite M, no matter what I promised some people this morning.
Rule 3: frakcancer has problems going against RDM's canon.
Rule 4: frakcancer has got to stop publishing multiple ficlets on Fridays.
For ar_drabbles challenge 32: breaking the rules.
Got a woman by a stream. Gonna show her all my dreams.
He has so many dreams. Home, family. Duty. Responsibility. Leadership. A woman who understands all that and still wants him. Beauty and love. Soft lights, soft music, a soft woman.
He's never spoken of his dreams -- what would be the point? When dreams and rules collide, rules say the rules always win.
Yet here he is, drinking Baltar's booze, smoking gods only know what, Laura in his arms, her leg flung over his.
"Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"Just checking you're alive."
"I'm alive."
She straddles him, runs the tip of her nose from his jaw up to his eye. "Could've fooled me."
"There's more to being alive than sex."
"You sure?"
"There'd better be, or I haven't been alive in a while."
She takes a drag from his cigarette, leans down and kisses him, blowing the sweet smoke into his mouth.
"This isn't a good idea." His lips form one thought while his roaming hands form another.
"I know."
"It's against all the rules."
"Absolutely."
"I never wanted to frak you."
"Really?"
"Well, never to just frak you."
"What did you want?"
Rule 1: Women leave when you tell them everything in your heart.
One hand traces the curve of her waist, the other the curve of her cheek.
"Bill? Should I make that an order?"
He can see her moving above him, riding the waves of his laugh. "You're not the president. You can't boss me around."
"Of course I can."
Rule 2: You're helpless when it comes to women.
He pushes her down onto the sandbags, rests her head on his chest, and he whispers to her of dark desires, of sensibility and sensuality, of degeneracy and domesticity. Of wanting to recite poetry against her thighs, of coming home to her, of talking through the night and into the day. Of prose and perversions and power, telling her a story, reciting his needs as though they were some character's in a book.
Laura lights another cigarette, passes it to him. "So what's stopping you?"
Rule 3: Never let them see you sweat.
He takes a drag and holds the smoke in for as long as he can, hoping the moment will pass.
Rule 4: You always underestimate women.
"You afraid to live on borrowed time, Bill?"
He blows out the smoke. "You can't borrow time. You have it or you don't."
"We're all living on borrowed time. You want to live your life or you want to live your rules?"
"They're the same."
"They're not. The Colonies are gone and the rules went with them. You and I make the rules now, only you're too afraid."
"And you're not afraid of anything."
"I'm afraid of everything, Bill. I thought you knew that."
He leans over to kiss her and feels a change. He doesn't yet have the power to break the rules, but knows that soon he will.
In the meantime there's soft lights, soft music, a soft woman. He'll show her all his dreams.
This is for her, in case the first part wasn't romantic enough.
Rule 1: Even if you're going to break the rules, get permission.
Rule 2: frakcancer obviously can't write smut in under 600 words, so this isn't even quite M, no matter what I promised some people this morning.
Rule 3: frakcancer has problems going against RDM's canon.
Rule 4: frakcancer has got to stop publishing multiple ficlets on Fridays.
For ar_drabbles challenge 32: breaking the rules.
Got a woman by a stream. Gonna show her all my dreams.
He has so many dreams. Home, family. Duty. Responsibility. Leadership. A woman who understands all that and still wants him. Beauty and love. Soft lights, soft music, a soft woman.
He's never spoken of his dreams -- what would be the point? When dreams and rules collide, rules say the rules always win.
Yet here he is, drinking Baltar's booze, smoking gods only know what, Laura in his arms, her leg flung over his.
"Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"Just checking you're alive."
"I'm alive."
She straddles him, runs the tip of her nose from his jaw up to his eye. "Could've fooled me."
"There's more to being alive than sex."
"You sure?"
"There'd better be, or I haven't been alive in a while."
She takes a drag from his cigarette, leans down and kisses him, blowing the sweet smoke into his mouth.
"This isn't a good idea." His lips form one thought while his roaming hands form another.
"I know."
"It's against all the rules."
"Absolutely."
"I never wanted to frak you."
"Really?"
"Well, never to just frak you."
"What did you want?"
Rule 1: Women leave when you tell them everything in your heart.
One hand traces the curve of her waist, the other the curve of her cheek.
"Bill? Should I make that an order?"
He can see her moving above him, riding the waves of his laugh. "You're not the president. You can't boss me around."
"Of course I can."
Rule 2: You're helpless when it comes to women.
He pushes her down onto the sandbags, rests her head on his chest, and he whispers to her of dark desires, of sensibility and sensuality, of degeneracy and domesticity. Of wanting to recite poetry against her thighs, of coming home to her, of talking through the night and into the day. Of prose and perversions and power, telling her a story, reciting his needs as though they were some character's in a book.
Laura lights another cigarette, passes it to him. "So what's stopping you?"
Rule 3: Never let them see you sweat.
He takes a drag and holds the smoke in for as long as he can, hoping the moment will pass.
Rule 4: You always underestimate women.
"You afraid to live on borrowed time, Bill?"
He blows out the smoke. "You can't borrow time. You have it or you don't."
"We're all living on borrowed time. You want to live your life or you want to live your rules?"
"They're the same."
"They're not. The Colonies are gone and the rules went with them. You and I make the rules now, only you're too afraid."
"And you're not afraid of anything."
"I'm afraid of everything, Bill. I thought you knew that."
He leans over to kiss her and feels a change. He doesn't yet have the power to break the rules, but knows that soon he will.
In the meantime there's soft lights, soft music, a soft woman. He'll show her all his dreams.