Skinjobs Challenge!!
title: Accustomed
author: redrockcan
words: 300
timeline: S2
rating: F for fluffy
A/N: Thanks to the beta queen kastari and the beta princess defyingnormalcy for all their help and general hand holding. :)
Maybe Laura Roslin was a cylon. Bill had never known anyone who worked so much. Day and night it seemed, whether it was here on Galactica or on Colonial One.
He’d become accustomed to her wandering into his quarters at all hours, ignoring if he was dressed or undressed, awake or asleep, like she owned the place.
Off came her jacket.
Off came her shoes.
He should hate it. It should piss him off. But more and more he enjoyed her occupying his space.
Tonight she’d blown in like a hurricane, files and bags in tow, red hair flying and had set up camp on his couch. Captivated, he sat and watched her as she worked. For most of the evening, she’d been engrossed in her reports, diligently completing all her assigned tasks.
He thought about distracting her. Just for some fun. Hide a file or move her shoes, but he’d learned when he could interrupt her and when he shouldn’t. He was getting to know her better every day.
He’d learned little things, like how she preferred her tea. Extra hot.
She really was a marvel.
He chuckled as she yawned lazily, struggling to keep her eyes open. It wasn’t long before she put her head down and drifted off to sleep in front of him.
Bill sat and watched her. He would wake her in a bit. She needed her rest.
He got up and tucked a blanket around her, resisting the urge to kiss her goodnight. Instead, he brushed back a stray lock of her hair. She let out a soft contented hum.
He couldn’t help but smile. It had been tugging at his heart for a while. He had to admit it, even if only to himself.
Laura Roslin belonged exactly where she was.
With him.
author: redrockcan
words: 300
timeline: S2
rating: F for fluffy
A/N: Thanks to the beta queen kastari and the beta princess defyingnormalcy for all their help and general hand holding. :)
Maybe Laura Roslin was a cylon. Bill had never known anyone who worked so much. Day and night it seemed, whether it was here on Galactica or on Colonial One.
He’d become accustomed to her wandering into his quarters at all hours, ignoring if he was dressed or undressed, awake or asleep, like she owned the place.
Off came her jacket.
Off came her shoes.
He should hate it. It should piss him off. But more and more he enjoyed her occupying his space.
Tonight she’d blown in like a hurricane, files and bags in tow, red hair flying and had set up camp on his couch. Captivated, he sat and watched her as she worked. For most of the evening, she’d been engrossed in her reports, diligently completing all her assigned tasks.
He thought about distracting her. Just for some fun. Hide a file or move her shoes, but he’d learned when he could interrupt her and when he shouldn’t. He was getting to know her better every day.
He’d learned little things, like how she preferred her tea. Extra hot.
She really was a marvel.
He chuckled as she yawned lazily, struggling to keep her eyes open. It wasn’t long before she put her head down and drifted off to sleep in front of him.
Bill sat and watched her. He would wake her in a bit. She needed her rest.
He got up and tucked a blanket around her, resisting the urge to kiss her goodnight. Instead, he brushed back a stray lock of her hair. She let out a soft contented hum.
He couldn’t help but smile. It had been tugging at his heart for a while. He had to admit it, even if only to himself.
Laura Roslin belonged exactly where she was.
With him.