Title: Enigma
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the "abstinence" prompt at
ar_drabbles. Thanks to
redrockcan for her encouragement.
It took Laura Roslin fifty-three years to realize that intimacy wasn’t always achieved through sexual release.
She and Bill still had not officially consummated their relationship; her treatments exhausted her and his twelve hours shifts rendered him completely drained as well. Yet she knew exactly what he looked like naked; Bill, as it turned out, was somewhat of a nudist in the evening.
Laura knew exactly how soft his olive skin was, she knew exactly how wonderful it felt as it brushed against her own. She knew where every birthmark and scar was located on him, as well as the story behind them all.
Bill loved kissing the freckles across her shoulders and neck. Her lack of hair meant that his kisses would often continue across and around her bare scalp. His hands seemed to perpetually gravitate towards her legs, bare or clothed.
He hadn’t made love to her yet, but his reverent touch and his sweet kisses had become the most erotic experiences of her entire life.
They were in their rack now, limbs intertwined and fingertips dancing across delightfully bare flesh. Her head rested against his chest, her arms wrapped around the sturdy barrel frame. His one hand held a volume of poetry.
His lips murmured the words from the page against her head; the vibrations of his husky baritone wrapped around the delicate shell of her ear, shivers ran up and down her spine in a marathon.
Words from a poet, long since dead were brought to life by the love that infused his voice, informed his actions, and made him the man she so dearly loved.
This, exactly this, was how Laura wanted to spend the rest of her life.
With the husked vowels and deliciously gruff consonants caressing her in time with his broad hands.