Towards the unity of the separated
For ar_drabbles challenge 46, power
Laura liked to see a powerful man on his knees. She was old enough, experienced enough, and introspective enough to understand why it hit all the right places when she had power over men who thought they had power. Gods knew she had little power over her own life.
Whenever she thought of breaking things off, Richard would get on his knees and devote himself to her pleasure. If she seemed particularly serious, he would leave on jacket and tie, looking for all the worlds like his presidential press photos (aside from where his mouth and hands were).
When Bill fell to his knees, arms around her waist, it didn't arouse her. It faintly repulsed her.
Bill was a man meant to stand straight, solid, strong. Life may have forced him to his knees too many times, but Laura felt no thrill in being yet another figure of authority who demanded Bill Adama's subservience.
"Stand up."
"I like the view from here."
If he wouldn't stand, she'd kneel alongside him.
He took her face in his hands, took her mouth with his.
He was right. The view from down here, face to face with Bill, equal to equal, was beautiful.
Laura liked to see a powerful man on his knees. She was old enough, experienced enough, and introspective enough to understand why it hit all the right places when she had power over men who thought they had power. Gods knew she had little power over her own life.
Whenever she thought of breaking things off, Richard would get on his knees and devote himself to her pleasure. If she seemed particularly serious, he would leave on jacket and tie, looking for all the worlds like his presidential press photos (aside from where his mouth and hands were).
When Bill fell to his knees, arms around her waist, it didn't arouse her. It faintly repulsed her.
Bill was a man meant to stand straight, solid, strong. Life may have forced him to his knees too many times, but Laura felt no thrill in being yet another figure of authority who demanded Bill Adama's subservience.
"Stand up."
"I like the view from here."
If he wouldn't stand, she'd kneel alongside him.
He took her face in his hands, took her mouth with his.
He was right. The view from down here, face to face with Bill, equal to equal, was beautiful.