"Delicious Payback" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Delicious Payback (original: Driven to Distraction)
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
A/N: For those of you who think that redrockcan is sweet, you are terribly mistaken. She is an evil enabler who masquerades as a drabble cheerleader. Oh, and she was my beta on this. Written for the "problems" challenge on ar_drabbles.
Laura shifted her weight uncomfortably on the balls of her feet. For the hundredth time since the attack on the Colonies, she cursed herself for not packing flats with her.
Beside her, the Commander was listening intently to his officers’ updates on various repair projects around Galactica. The meeting had been informative and pleasant until Lt. Gaeta opened his mouth.
That had been an hour ago, and he had not shut it since.
She inconspicuously stretched her calves; her legs and feet were starting to get sore from all this standing. Commander Adama seemed unfazed, however. He was standing with perfect posture, his hands clasped in front of him.
The smug, perceptive bastard sensed her discomfort and leaned forward, his hand brushing the small of her sore back.
“Problem, Madam President?” his low baritone sent shivers down her spine while his large hand scorched the skin underneath her jacket.
“Not at all Commander,” she replied in what she hoped was an assertive tone.
He smirked at her, his deep blue eyes blazed triumphantly.
Laura tried not to think about the fact that his hand had yet to leave her lower back, or that his proximity was starting to seriously affect her balance. Her legs trembled only slightly, but he caught the subtle tremor.
He moved so that he was standing just behind her, placing both hands on her hips. She bit back a squeak.
“Do you need to sit down?” His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.
“I’m fine,” she managed to stutter. He gave her curves a light squeeze before removing his hands.
With him outside of her personal space, Laura could breath easier.
She clenched her jaw determinedly and shot Lt. Gaeta an icy look.
She was going to find a way to get this kid on latrine duty for the next month.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
A/N: For those of you who think that redrockcan is sweet, you are terribly mistaken. She is an evil enabler who masquerades as a drabble cheerleader. Oh, and she was my beta on this. Written for the "problems" challenge on ar_drabbles.
Laura shifted her weight uncomfortably on the balls of her feet. For the hundredth time since the attack on the Colonies, she cursed herself for not packing flats with her.
Beside her, the Commander was listening intently to his officers’ updates on various repair projects around Galactica. The meeting had been informative and pleasant until Lt. Gaeta opened his mouth.
That had been an hour ago, and he had not shut it since.
She inconspicuously stretched her calves; her legs and feet were starting to get sore from all this standing. Commander Adama seemed unfazed, however. He was standing with perfect posture, his hands clasped in front of him.
The smug, perceptive bastard sensed her discomfort and leaned forward, his hand brushing the small of her sore back.
“Problem, Madam President?” his low baritone sent shivers down her spine while his large hand scorched the skin underneath her jacket.
“Not at all Commander,” she replied in what she hoped was an assertive tone.
He smirked at her, his deep blue eyes blazed triumphantly.
Laura tried not to think about the fact that his hand had yet to leave her lower back, or that his proximity was starting to seriously affect her balance. Her legs trembled only slightly, but he caught the subtle tremor.
He moved so that he was standing just behind her, placing both hands on her hips. She bit back a squeak.
“Do you need to sit down?” His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.
“I’m fine,” she managed to stutter. He gave her curves a light squeeze before removing his hands.
With him outside of her personal space, Laura could breath easier.
She clenched her jaw determinedly and shot Lt. Gaeta an icy look.
She was going to find a way to get this kid on latrine duty for the next month.