~BSG: Bottom Squeezer
Title: Bottom Squeezer
Author: kastari
Summary: He was. She wasn’t. Could they ever survive living together?
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 55th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Toiletries
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Bottom Squeezer
It had been a long time since he had shared a bathroom with a woman.
He rather enjoyed her silk panties and lace bras hanging about the place. While he had never actually seen any of the intimate apparel on her, his imagination offered him a pretty good idea of what she looked like wearing it. Visions that didn’t require chamalla or New Caprican weed were the best kind.
However, what gave him trouble was the small space they now shared-and all of her stuff. Women came with a lot of stuff. Despite the fact that she had only packed a weekender bag when she boarded the Colonial Heavy 798 for the decommissioning ceremony, Larua Roslin had a plethora of personal care products. Her lipstick, eye liner, blush, perfume, powder, shampoo, conditioner, soap, lotion, mouthwash and deodorant cluttered up his otherwise minimalist space.
William Adama was a man of good hygiene. He shaved, showered, and brushed his teeth-a lot. The only things ever left within an arm’s reach were his razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, and toothpaste.
He looked at the indentation at the center of his coveted tube. He would definitely have to teach her his squeeze technique.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: He was. She wasn’t. Could they ever survive living together?
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 55th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Toiletries
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Bottom Squeezer
It had been a long time since he had shared a bathroom with a woman.
He rather enjoyed her silk panties and lace bras hanging about the place. While he had never actually seen any of the intimate apparel on her, his imagination offered him a pretty good idea of what she looked like wearing it. Visions that didn’t require chamalla or New Caprican weed were the best kind.
However, what gave him trouble was the small space they now shared-and all of her stuff. Women came with a lot of stuff. Despite the fact that she had only packed a weekender bag when she boarded the Colonial Heavy 798 for the decommissioning ceremony, Larua Roslin had a plethora of personal care products. Her lipstick, eye liner, blush, perfume, powder, shampoo, conditioner, soap, lotion, mouthwash and deodorant cluttered up his otherwise minimalist space.
William Adama was a man of good hygiene. He shaved, showered, and brushed his teeth-a lot. The only things ever left within an arm’s reach were his razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, and toothpaste.
He looked at the indentation at the center of his coveted tube. He would definitely have to teach her his squeeze technique.
~finis~