~BSG: Auburn Thread
Title: Auburn Thread
Author: kastari
Summary: Richard Lovelace was a Tauron poet.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Author’s Note: Written for the 11th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Bill’s Tauron heritage.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Auburn Thread
She emerged from the head wearing his brown robe, toweling her hair dry.
“You’re still up?”
“Waiting for you.” He sat on the couch. She noticed he held her hairbrush.
“You’re going to brush my hair?”
“If you’ll allow it.”
“Are you serious?” With a nod of his head, Bill motioned for her to sit-on the floor in front of him. She raised an eyebrow. “Better leverage.” He smiled again. Laura folded the towel, set it on the table and sat down before him.
“Tauron men always brush the hair of the women they love. It’s a very intimate ritual. My father used to brush my mother’s hair. Sometimes it seemed for hours.”
Laura closed her eyes. Relaxed, she leaned into him. “Did you brush Carolanne’s hair?”
“Carolanne wasn’t interested in my Tauron heritage,” he said quietly.
Laura tipped her head back in his lap. Her eyes held his. “I am,” she said softly. He kissed her forehead and continued brushing.
“I used to brush my sister’s hair.”
Laura smiled and closed her eyes again.
“Amarantha sweet and fair,” Bill began, “ah, braid no more that shining hair. As my curious hand or eye hovering round thee, let it fly. Ev’ry tress must be confest but neatly tangled at the best; Like a clew of golden thread, most excellently ravelled. Do not then wind up that light in ribands, and o’er-cloud in night; Like the sun in’s early ray, but shake thy head and scatter day.”
Laura reached up and caught his hand. “I’m going to lose my hair,” she whispered. Her voice trembled.
With his free hand, he swept her auburn curls aside. “Yes,” he breathed, kissing the soft nape of her neck. “And I will miss it. But you won’t lose me.”
Laura let his hand go.
~finis~