A/R REMIX: "It Was Their Time"
Title: It Was Their Time
Rating: T
Original Story: The Seasons' Greetings
Original Author: carnography
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“I think I have a book shaped bruise on my back.”
Bill grunted what could have been an apology into her hair, his nose bumping into her cheek. Laura just smiled, fingers playing along the edge of his arm. There was little space in his rack for the both of them, which left none between their bodies. His mouth moved down her jaw to her neck, and she hummed.
“I'll be sure to check for any blemishes.”
Laura was certain there were quite a few. Teeth, tongue, eager fingers and furniture that happened to be closer than either of them remembered, had caught both their bodies; printing finally freed desires. She knew the maps they had made of each other would be re-explored, more lines drawn and blurred between them.
She turned to face him, elbow catching his chest. Giggling, she pressed a kiss to where she thought the contact might have been made. Bill smiled back, fingers playing with the tangles in her hair. There would be more nights like this, they both knew. The thing between them, nurtured for so long, had blossomed in the heat. They could only keep feeding it, the hot insatiable appetite it had shared in their bellies.
He kissed her and she let him because she could.
“About time.” Laura pressed her own kiss to the corner of his lips. It had been months since Founder's Day, the first twining of their bodies together, though clothed.
“Yea.” Bill wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer so that it seemed their hearts beat against each other. “It is.”
It was their time of long days and hot nights.
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It was the wrong time, wrong place, but no one was there to stop them.
“He had these, Gods, it's strange to think after all this time, all I can remember is the color of his eyes.”
“And what was that color?”
They still tried to cling to each other for warmth, from memories and old pleasant aches, but that thing between them had wilted during the long heat, leaving their bodies and minds exhausted.
“Hazel.”
“Not green?”
“Don't tease me, there is a difference.”
“I didn't say there wasn't.”
Bursts of warmth caught up with them, but the chill always crept into their bones. They could huddle and whisper secrets and simple things into each others ears all they wanted, but it was getting harder to reach out and hold one another.
“Yes, well, hazel eyes. Always seemed to wondering, worrying over something.”
“Just his eyes?”
“I'm not making any sense. It's late, I should...”
The exodus and the bitter time before it made them hesitate.
“Right.”
“Goodnight Bill. Thank you for.. thank you for dinner.”
“Of course. I'll see you in the morning, Laura.”
It was their time of empty days and fretful nights.
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He had decided to cast her out and bury himself in the stone of command.
The President knew how to deal with the Admiral. Laura didn't want to have to manage Bill.
Dangerous. Distracting. People close to you often were.
Business would stay business, there would be no straying into the intimacy they once held. Even if it was a creed held in place by the blood he had spilled during the dance. Adama would bare his soul and bleed a penance in order to create a distance. When he had cleaned himself up from boxing it had been the most red she had seen in his quarters since her dress had been strewn across its floor. Leaving without seeing him cared for had been easier than she expected.
Fuel consumption would go down. Meetings were easy to handle over the comm.
A frost settled over their relationship, leaving them stuck apart, frozen, burning cold and making them brittle. A dead space where something had once grown.
It was their time of long, cold nights, and dull, gray days.
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There was a peace between them, and as time allowed they relished the chance to experience it. Bill was set to work on his model, and Laura plucked a red covered book from the shelf. The dusty ribbon marking her place showed the growing time between their ability to just have time. She settled herself on the couch, legs tucked under her. The never ending murmur of the ship soothed the air between them.
The surface might have been bare, but old roots could hold in the earth until the sun returned; and new shoots would be pushed into the air.
Words held onto her mind from the page and she hummed, drawing his eyes up from the ship.
“I'm sorry. I just... came across a passage I liked.”
“Which one?”
Frost could melt and seep into the ground, the first signal to what laid beneath. Grow.
She spoke and the words tugged at the residual tension in the air, drawing him to the couch and her side.
It was their time of warm days in endless night.
Rating: T
Original Story: The Seasons' Greetings
Original Author: carnography
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“I think I have a book shaped bruise on my back.”
Bill grunted what could have been an apology into her hair, his nose bumping into her cheek. Laura just smiled, fingers playing along the edge of his arm. There was little space in his rack for the both of them, which left none between their bodies. His mouth moved down her jaw to her neck, and she hummed.
“I'll be sure to check for any blemishes.”
Laura was certain there were quite a few. Teeth, tongue, eager fingers and furniture that happened to be closer than either of them remembered, had caught both their bodies; printing finally freed desires. She knew the maps they had made of each other would be re-explored, more lines drawn and blurred between them.
She turned to face him, elbow catching his chest. Giggling, she pressed a kiss to where she thought the contact might have been made. Bill smiled back, fingers playing with the tangles in her hair. There would be more nights like this, they both knew. The thing between them, nurtured for so long, had blossomed in the heat. They could only keep feeding it, the hot insatiable appetite it had shared in their bellies.
He kissed her and she let him because she could.
“About time.” Laura pressed her own kiss to the corner of his lips. It had been months since Founder's Day, the first twining of their bodies together, though clothed.
“Yea.” Bill wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer so that it seemed their hearts beat against each other. “It is.”
It was their time of long days and hot nights.
-
It was the wrong time, wrong place, but no one was there to stop them.
“He had these, Gods, it's strange to think after all this time, all I can remember is the color of his eyes.”
“And what was that color?”
They still tried to cling to each other for warmth, from memories and old pleasant aches, but that thing between them had wilted during the long heat, leaving their bodies and minds exhausted.
“Hazel.”
“Not green?”
“Don't tease me, there is a difference.”
“I didn't say there wasn't.”
Bursts of warmth caught up with them, but the chill always crept into their bones. They could huddle and whisper secrets and simple things into each others ears all they wanted, but it was getting harder to reach out and hold one another.
“Yes, well, hazel eyes. Always seemed to wondering, worrying over something.”
“Just his eyes?”
“I'm not making any sense. It's late, I should...”
The exodus and the bitter time before it made them hesitate.
“Right.”
“Goodnight Bill. Thank you for.. thank you for dinner.”
“Of course. I'll see you in the morning, Laura.”
It was their time of empty days and fretful nights.
-
He had decided to cast her out and bury himself in the stone of command.
The President knew how to deal with the Admiral. Laura didn't want to have to manage Bill.
Dangerous. Distracting. People close to you often were.
Business would stay business, there would be no straying into the intimacy they once held. Even if it was a creed held in place by the blood he had spilled during the dance. Adama would bare his soul and bleed a penance in order to create a distance. When he had cleaned himself up from boxing it had been the most red she had seen in his quarters since her dress had been strewn across its floor. Leaving without seeing him cared for had been easier than she expected.
Fuel consumption would go down. Meetings were easy to handle over the comm.
A frost settled over their relationship, leaving them stuck apart, frozen, burning cold and making them brittle. A dead space where something had once grown.
It was their time of long, cold nights, and dull, gray days.
-
There was a peace between them, and as time allowed they relished the chance to experience it. Bill was set to work on his model, and Laura plucked a red covered book from the shelf. The dusty ribbon marking her place showed the growing time between their ability to just have time. She settled herself on the couch, legs tucked under her. The never ending murmur of the ship soothed the air between them.
The surface might have been bare, but old roots could hold in the earth until the sun returned; and new shoots would be pushed into the air.
Words held onto her mind from the page and she hummed, drawing his eyes up from the ship.
“I'm sorry. I just... came across a passage I liked.”
“Which one?”
Frost could melt and seep into the ground, the first signal to what laid beneath. Grow.
She spoke and the words tugged at the residual tension in the air, drawing him to the couch and her side.
It was their time of warm days in endless night.