Selection -- Doral/Billy -- G -- Cylon, strokeneonstilettosOctober 11 2008, 22:40:30 UTC
Yay, this one fits in a comment. Set just before the Cylon attack. _______
“Are you afraid of the Cylons, Billy?”
The young intern jumped. He assumed he was alone in the corridor; he often wandered these cavernous government hallways. They were quiet and empty and peaceful. Usually.
“Jeez, Mr. Doral. What kind of question is that anyway?” Billy retorted. Aaron Doral stood very close to him. Billy shifted awkwardly at the proximity but didn’t move away, not wanting to offend one of the president’s high-ranking public relations officers. Aaron was a man of unmatched shrewdness and charm, Billy knew, but there times when his mannequin-like posture and forgetfulness of social customs were downright puzzling.
“I apologize for startling you. It was just a matter of curiosity,” Aaron replied casually. He straightened the cuffs on his jacket.
“Fair enough,” Billy shrugged, “Right now there doesn’t seem to be any point in being afraid of them. There’s an armistice and they seem to have no interest whatsoever in interacting with us. They can go do their own thing while we do ours, as far as I’m concerned. I’m too young to remember the war anyway.”
Aaron smiled widely. “You’re an exceptionally smart young man, Billy.”
Billy shrugged again, not sure why Aaron was particularly impressed by his stating the obvious.
Aaron leaned in even closer. Billy attempted a step back but hit the wall.
“You know, Billy,” Aaron whispered, “I’m impressed with you. How would you like to accompany the Secretary of Education out to Battlestar Galactica for the decommissioning ceremony?”
“I, uh, well, that’d be great, but it’s ultimately the Secretary’s decision--” Billy stammered. Aaron brushed a feather-light touch against his cheek.
Billy glanced around, nervous and embarrassed, as Aaron continued the soft, tickling caresses. “I’ll see to it that she makes the right decision.”
“Oh, well, um, thank you, Mr. Doral. I appreciate it,” Billy whispered, looking everywhere except at Aaron. He was blushing furiously now.
Aaron stepped back and ran a hand through Billy’s unruly hair. “I think some time off Caprica could do you good in the next few days.”
He adjusted his tie and winked. As abruptly as he had appeared, he walked away.
Confused and uncomfortably warm, Billy stared after Aaron and muttered, “I never did get that guy...”
Re: Selection -- Doral/Billy -- G -- Cylon, strokemillariOctober 28 2008, 06:06:19 UTC
OMG, he was saving Billy from the Attacks SO HE COULD SEX HIM UP LATER!
That sneaky Doral. No wonder he gave Baltar such a hard time on New Caprica. It was revenge for exposing him on Galactica before he could get any nookie time with Billy!
This was a very fun, very mischievous fic with irony and foreshadowing that totally made me grin from ear to ear.
I totally want to write Billy/Doral Miniseries fic now. :D
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“Are you afraid of the Cylons, Billy?”
The young intern jumped. He assumed he was alone in the corridor; he often wandered these cavernous government hallways. They were quiet and empty and peaceful. Usually.
“Jeez, Mr. Doral. What kind of question is that anyway?” Billy retorted. Aaron Doral stood very close to him. Billy shifted awkwardly at the proximity but didn’t move away, not wanting to offend one of the president’s high-ranking public relations officers. Aaron was a man of unmatched shrewdness and charm, Billy knew, but there times when his mannequin-like posture and forgetfulness of social customs were downright puzzling.
“I apologize for startling you. It was just a matter of curiosity,” Aaron replied casually. He straightened the cuffs on his jacket.
“Fair enough,” Billy shrugged, “Right now there doesn’t seem to be any point in being afraid of them. There’s an armistice and they seem to have no interest whatsoever in interacting with us. They can go do their own thing while we do ours, as far as I’m concerned. I’m too young to remember the war anyway.”
Aaron smiled widely. “You’re an exceptionally smart young man, Billy.”
Billy shrugged again, not sure why Aaron was particularly impressed by his stating the obvious.
Aaron leaned in even closer. Billy attempted a step back but hit the wall.
“You know, Billy,” Aaron whispered, “I’m impressed with you. How would you like to accompany the Secretary of Education out to Battlestar Galactica for the decommissioning ceremony?”
“I, uh, well, that’d be great, but it’s ultimately the Secretary’s decision--” Billy stammered. Aaron brushed a feather-light touch against his cheek.
Billy glanced around, nervous and embarrassed, as Aaron continued the soft, tickling caresses. “I’ll see to it that she makes the right decision.”
“Oh, well, um, thank you, Mr. Doral. I appreciate it,” Billy whispered, looking everywhere except at Aaron. He was blushing furiously now.
Aaron stepped back and ran a hand through Billy’s unruly hair. “I think some time off Caprica could do you good in the next few days.”
He adjusted his tie and winked. As abruptly as he had appeared, he walked away.
Confused and uncomfortably warm, Billy stared after Aaron and muttered, “I never did get that guy...”
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I love Billy's nervousness in this too, so cute and so Billy! :)
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That sneaky Doral. No wonder he gave Baltar such a hard time on New Caprica. It was revenge for exposing him on Galactica before he could get any nookie time with Billy!
This was a very fun, very mischievous fic with irony and foreshadowing that totally made me grin from ear to ear.
I totally want to write Billy/Doral Miniseries fic now. :D
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I totally want to write Billy/Doral Miniseries fic now. :D
Um, please do! *heaps encouragement on you*
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