"Making Her Mark" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Making Her Mark
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
“It’s not from her,” Bill blurts out.
Laura is in his arms, tracing the worn golden band around his finger.
“It belonged to my father; he wore it even after my mother died.”
“I know,” she says calmly. “But even if it were I wouldn’t care.”
“No?” He shifts slightly in their narrow rack so he can see her face.
“Not at all.” She tilts her head upwards and kisses the surprised look off of his face.
He grumbles happily and tightens his hold around her.
A beat passes.
“Would you prefer if I took it off?” he asks casually.
“Why would I want that?” she reasons.
He shrugs; a smile tugs at his lips.
“Dunno, maybe you want to replace it with another one?” She looks up at him again and he waggles his eyebrows at her. She laughs merrily.
“I don’t need to mark you with something. You’re already mine,” she says happily and confidently.
“But maybe I want to be marked?” He is in a playful mood and unwilling to let this conversation go.
She sinks her teeth into the skin above his heart, leaving perfect, tiny imprints of her teeth.
“Mine,” she whispers before kissing the reddened skin.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
“It’s not from her,” Bill blurts out.
Laura is in his arms, tracing the worn golden band around his finger.
“It belonged to my father; he wore it even after my mother died.”
“I know,” she says calmly. “But even if it were I wouldn’t care.”
“No?” He shifts slightly in their narrow rack so he can see her face.
“Not at all.” She tilts her head upwards and kisses the surprised look off of his face.
He grumbles happily and tightens his hold around her.
A beat passes.
“Would you prefer if I took it off?” he asks casually.
“Why would I want that?” she reasons.
He shrugs; a smile tugs at his lips.
“Dunno, maybe you want to replace it with another one?” She looks up at him again and he waggles his eyebrows at her. She laughs merrily.
“I don’t need to mark you with something. You’re already mine,” she says happily and confidently.
“But maybe I want to be marked?” He is in a playful mood and unwilling to let this conversation go.
She sinks her teeth into the skin above his heart, leaving perfect, tiny imprints of her teeth.
“Mine,” she whispers before kissing the reddened skin.