~BSG: Last Dance
Title: Last Dance
Author: kastari
Summary: Their love was a kind of blind love.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Time Frame: ‘A Disquiet Follows My Soul’
Author’s Note: Written for the 37th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Tradition
Additional Note: ‘I Only Have Eyes For You’ - Music by Harry Warren; Lyrics by Al Dubin
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Last Dance
Spooned together in the rack, he ran his fingers up and down her arm, feather-soft.
“A cubit for your thoughts.”
She hummed. Her eyes closed, she smiled. “Tradition.”
“Tradition?”
“We seem to have forgotten so many things during this insane run for our lives.” A quiet sigh escaped her. “Every year on my mother’s birthday, my father took her dancing. Cheryl, Sandra and I thought it was the most romantic thing. He never missed a year. Not even that last one. He danced with her in the living room…” She turned her head and held his eyes. “When was the last time we danced, Bill?”
He stopped tracing patterns on her skin.
“On New Caprica”
“Founders’ Day,” she said softly. “How crazy is that?”
He slid out from under the blankets, the sudden rush of cold air chilling her.
“Where are you going? Get back here!” she ordered.
“You’re not my commander in chief anymore.”
She snorted.
Ignoring her, he noodled with the dials on the sound system until soft music mingled with the flickering candlelight.
My love must be a kind of blind love.
I can’t see anyone but you.
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright.
I Only Have Eyes For You…
He smiled. Standing beside the bed, he reached for her, pulling her from the warm cocoon of blankets and into his arms.
“Bill! What are you doing?”
“Dancing with you,” he breathed into her ear. “Happy birthday, Laura.”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“Really? You appear to be wearing the appropriate suit.”
She giggled. “Yes, I’ll give you that.”
He pulled her closer.
“So, if it’s not my birthday, what day is it that we’re celebrating with this very special dance?”
He looked into her eyes.
“The day you started living.”
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: Their love was a kind of blind love.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Time Frame: ‘A Disquiet Follows My Soul’
Author’s Note: Written for the 37th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Tradition
Additional Note: ‘I Only Have Eyes For You’ - Music by Harry Warren; Lyrics by Al Dubin
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Last Dance
Spooned together in the rack, he ran his fingers up and down her arm, feather-soft.
“A cubit for your thoughts.”
She hummed. Her eyes closed, she smiled. “Tradition.”
“Tradition?”
“We seem to have forgotten so many things during this insane run for our lives.” A quiet sigh escaped her. “Every year on my mother’s birthday, my father took her dancing. Cheryl, Sandra and I thought it was the most romantic thing. He never missed a year. Not even that last one. He danced with her in the living room…” She turned her head and held his eyes. “When was the last time we danced, Bill?”
He stopped tracing patterns on her skin.
“On New Caprica”
“Founders’ Day,” she said softly. “How crazy is that?”
He slid out from under the blankets, the sudden rush of cold air chilling her.
“Where are you going? Get back here!” she ordered.
“You’re not my commander in chief anymore.”
She snorted.
Ignoring her, he noodled with the dials on the sound system until soft music mingled with the flickering candlelight.
My love must be a kind of blind love.
I can’t see anyone but you.
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright.
I Only Have Eyes For You…
He smiled. Standing beside the bed, he reached for her, pulling her from the warm cocoon of blankets and into his arms.
“Bill! What are you doing?”
“Dancing with you,” he breathed into her ear. “Happy birthday, Laura.”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“Really? You appear to be wearing the appropriate suit.”
She giggled. “Yes, I’ll give you that.”
He pulled her closer.
“So, if it’s not my birthday, what day is it that we’re celebrating with this very special dance?”
He looked into her eyes.
“The day you started living.”
~finis~