Another quick drabble for today
Title: The Last Dance
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
Peeking through the curtain and into the President’s private quarters, he saw she was awake.
The white robe she lounged around in most days now was missing, and in its place was a satin blue blouse and the tailored dark skirt she often paired with that. She was peering into her mirror, applying makeup with a shaky hand.
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t make any more public appearances,” he said with a worried frown.
She twisted her head, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Stop fussing.” She turned back to the mirror and finished her face off with a swipe of shiny red lipstick before fluffing at her hair with her fingers.
“I’m not going out in public.” She undid the top three buttons on her blouse; the jutting sharp bones on her neckline a painful reminder of weight loss and illness. “I’ll have to do,” she murmured.
“Do?” he asked, puzzled. He let his gaze drift across to the corner of the room where she always kept her tea-making facilities.
“I’m not high,” she laughed, catching his look. After a moment, she quietly added, “I want to dance.” She reached out her hand and he had no choice but to take it, blushing furiously all the while.
Her breathless giggles soon filled the room, caused completely from their startling difference in heights.
“May I cut in?”
They both turned to see the new Admiral, wearing full dress greys, had arrived.
Immediately the President’s hand fell away from his shoulder, her smile radiant as she greeted the older man. Next, they swayed in each other’s arms, their movements speaking of an intimate level he hadn’t thought they’d yet reached.
Quietly Billy left the room, she and Adama so engrossed in each other that neither of them noticed his exit.
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
Peeking through the curtain and into the President’s private quarters, he saw she was awake.
The white robe she lounged around in most days now was missing, and in its place was a satin blue blouse and the tailored dark skirt she often paired with that. She was peering into her mirror, applying makeup with a shaky hand.
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t make any more public appearances,” he said with a worried frown.
She twisted her head, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Stop fussing.” She turned back to the mirror and finished her face off with a swipe of shiny red lipstick before fluffing at her hair with her fingers.
“I’m not going out in public.” She undid the top three buttons on her blouse; the jutting sharp bones on her neckline a painful reminder of weight loss and illness. “I’ll have to do,” she murmured.
“Do?” he asked, puzzled. He let his gaze drift across to the corner of the room where she always kept her tea-making facilities.
“I’m not high,” she laughed, catching his look. After a moment, she quietly added, “I want to dance.” She reached out her hand and he had no choice but to take it, blushing furiously all the while.
Her breathless giggles soon filled the room, caused completely from their startling difference in heights.
“May I cut in?”
They both turned to see the new Admiral, wearing full dress greys, had arrived.
Immediately the President’s hand fell away from his shoulder, her smile radiant as she greeted the older man. Next, they swayed in each other’s arms, their movements speaking of an intimate level he hadn’t thought they’d yet reached.
Quietly Billy left the room, she and Adama so engrossed in each other that neither of them noticed his exit.