~BSG: The Rules of Love During War
Title: The Rules of Love During War
Author: kastari
Summary: It was all about creating order out of chaos.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 333
Time Frame: Post 'Crossroads, Part II'
Author’s Note: Written for the 32nd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Breaking the rules. It also works as a sequel to ‘Detente.’ Thanks to lacklusterfic for the rules in ‘Extenuating Circumstances’ & to bugsfic for Bill’s portfolio in ‘The Secret of the Drinking Camel.’
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
The Rules of Love During War
“I wanna break rule number six, Roslin.”
“What is it with you and rule number six, Adama?”
“Scandalous thoughts. Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. We’re not on Colonial One." He trailed a finger up her arm. She shivered at his touch.
“No, we’re on Galactica in sickbay,” she whisper hissed, smacking his hand away. “Sex in public places is not one of my kinks, I’m the one on drugs, and Cottle doesn’t have elevator music piped in here.”
“He’s such a curmudgeon. I’ll have to have a talk with Dr. Cantankerous.”
“And here all the while I thought you were a rigid, disciplined military man.”
“I am, but at the rate we’re going, you’d think I was a man of the cloth.”
She snorted. "Far from it. I’ve seen your portfolio of erotic art, Admiral.”
He shot her a sheepish grin. “And I’ve managed to obtain that feather, Madame President.”
“You went to the black market?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” He winked. “And since you’re not spending the night here, I thought...”
“About that arrangement.”
“Yes?”
It was a hopeful reply.
“You left it up.”
“What?”
“The seat. Rule number one.”
“My ship.”
“Our quarters,” she reminded him. “I thought we negotiated that deal. Down. Then I took the top in the rack and gave you the bottom, remember? Quid pro quo, of course.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re right; I’m left.”
“About that.”
“What?”
“I’ve decided I prefer the left.”
“You’re changing the rules?”
It was a hopeful question.
“I did bend number four, remember? You were very persuasive.”
He grinned. “You broke number four.”
She smiled. “Yes I did, didn’t I?”
“So, how about number six, Roslin? You’re so inhibited. You really need to loosen up.”
“I’ll show you who’s inhibited, Admiral. 1900 hrs. Our quarters. Breaking rule number eight would be much more risqué, don’t you think?”
Speechless, he stared at her in disbelief.
A giggle escaped her. “Don’t be late, Adama. I might even leave the lights on.”
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: It was all about creating order out of chaos.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 333
Time Frame: Post 'Crossroads, Part II'
Author’s Note: Written for the 32nd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Breaking the rules. It also works as a sequel to ‘Detente.’ Thanks to lacklusterfic for the rules in ‘Extenuating Circumstances’ & to bugsfic for Bill’s portfolio in ‘The Secret of the Drinking Camel.’
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
The Rules of Love During War
“I wanna break rule number six, Roslin.”
“What is it with you and rule number six, Adama?”
“Scandalous thoughts. Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. We’re not on Colonial One." He trailed a finger up her arm. She shivered at his touch.
“No, we’re on Galactica in sickbay,” she whisper hissed, smacking his hand away. “Sex in public places is not one of my kinks, I’m the one on drugs, and Cottle doesn’t have elevator music piped in here.”
“He’s such a curmudgeon. I’ll have to have a talk with Dr. Cantankerous.”
“And here all the while I thought you were a rigid, disciplined military man.”
“I am, but at the rate we’re going, you’d think I was a man of the cloth.”
She snorted. "Far from it. I’ve seen your portfolio of erotic art, Admiral.”
He shot her a sheepish grin. “And I’ve managed to obtain that feather, Madame President.”
“You went to the black market?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” He winked. “And since you’re not spending the night here, I thought...”
“About that arrangement.”
“Yes?”
It was a hopeful reply.
“You left it up.”
“What?”
“The seat. Rule number one.”
“My ship.”
“Our quarters,” she reminded him. “I thought we negotiated that deal. Down. Then I took the top in the rack and gave you the bottom, remember? Quid pro quo, of course.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re right; I’m left.”
“About that.”
“What?”
“I’ve decided I prefer the left.”
“You’re changing the rules?”
It was a hopeful question.
“I did bend number four, remember? You were very persuasive.”
He grinned. “You broke number four.”
She smiled. “Yes I did, didn’t I?”
“So, how about number six, Roslin? You’re so inhibited. You really need to loosen up.”
“I’ll show you who’s inhibited, Admiral. 1900 hrs. Our quarters. Breaking rule number eight would be much more risqué, don’t you think?”
Speechless, he stared at her in disbelief.
A giggle escaped her. “Don’t be late, Adama. I might even leave the lights on.”
~finis~