Three more Adama/Roslin drabbles (written for challenge #45 for ar_drabbles)
Thank you to fireflies_uk for picking the prompts for me! :D
Title: Roomates
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: F - for fluff overload
Disclaimer: I don't own anything BSG related.
A/N: Thank you abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This prompt was writing a scene where Laura makes the transition back to Bill's cabin after ADFMS. This takes place directly before the phone call from Saul "cock-blocking" Tigh.
“So I was thinking.” Bill’s gruff voice danced across Laura’s bare shoulder.
“Mm hmm.”
“Maybe we could start over.”
“Honey, I am going to need a few minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Laura turned in his embrace, green eyes searching for their blue counterparts.
“I meant we should start over.” Bill chucked. “Like a proper couple. We should do things properly.” He clarified.
“Okkk..” Laura questioned, “and where exactly did you want to start from?”
“Move in with me? Again?” His beautiful blue eyes were filled with hope.
“Don’t most couples start with a first date? You know, dinner, dancing, to find out if they are compatible?” Laura’s fingers brushed across his strong shoulders, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“We are compatible.” He caught her wandering digits and brought them to his lips to shower them with kisses. “And in case you’re wondering; I already love you, would do anything for you, want to spend my life with you. I need to be with you Laura.”
“Why’s that?” She whispered.
“Because I can’t live without you.” He answered simply.
“I’ve never lived with someone...before you. And it would be different this time...” She struggled to articulate her anxieties.
“Because we’re finally frakking?” A smug grin broke out across his face. She playfully hit his shoulder.
“I’m serious Bill. This....it’s.....it’s a big step for me.”
“I know. Me too. But if you don’t move in with me, I’m just going to move my stuff in here.” He said in utter seriousness.
“That’s very presumptuous of you Admiral Adama. Who says I want you cluttering up my room?” Laura teased.
“I’m a very good roommate.”
“Hmph.”
“Laura?”
“Yes?”
“Move in with me?”
“Yes.” She whispered against his lips moments before meeting them in a tender kiss.
Title: Beautiful Imperfections
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: F - for fluff overload
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or Laura, or Bill.
A/N: Thank you to abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This prompt was acutally my own, 'Bill finds that Laura has birthmarks/beauty spots/moles somewhere other than her face.
“What are you doing?” Laura croaked. She was collapsed in an utterly blissful state of exhaustion which had her flat on her back, in Bill’s rack.
“Did you know that you have another beauty mark down here?” He kissed the inner silk of her thigh, letting his tongue trace his new find.
“It’s not a beauty mark. They’re moles.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “And I hate them, on Caprica I used to cover the ones on my face with make-up. Too bad I ran out of it years ago.” She summoned the strength to lean up on her elbows. “Bill? What are you doing?”
“Just becoming better acquainted with my new favourite spot on you.” He placed one last, lingering kiss on her flesh before easing up her body and meeting her at eye level.
“They’re moles.” She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Imperfections that develop on one’s skin. Nothing to write home about.”
“I beg to differ.” His hands were still busy tracing adoring patterns along her thigh.
“You would” She chuckled.
“Laura?”
“Mmm?”
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” When she didn’t respond, her kissed her, hard. “You. Are. Perfect.” He punctuated each word with another deep, loving kiss until he had her smiling against his mouth.
“I think you’re pretty wonderful yourself.” She purred.
“Lucky me.” He rumbled as he nipped and sucked at the marks which adorned her face. She began to giggle uncontrollably.
“Bill!” She gasped. “Stop..that tickles!” Her laughter filled his ears, like sweet, joyful music.
“Give?”
“Yes!” She was breathless.
“I love you.” He said before placing one last kiss against her face
“Love you too. And Bill?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” Laura Roslin was far from perfect, but with Bill, she felt as though she might finally know perfection
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Title: The Tell Tale Signs
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or it's characters.
A/N: Thank you to abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This was another one of my own prompts, "Cottle finds love bites on Bill/Laura during an examination."
Sherman Cottle loved oral sex.
He liked doing it and receiving it. He liked it even better when this occurred at the same time. What he did not like was thinking about oral sex as an activity that Admiral Adama and President Roslin engaged in.
He did not appreciate having to ask about the various bruises that mapped the President’s inner thighs, nor did he appreciate the scathing glare he received in return.
“Look, I really don’t care about your sex life. I just need to know if these are a reaction to something, or the work of a certain, very eager soldier. If it’s the latter tell him that if he doesn’t calm the frak down I might not be able to tell the difference until it’s too late.”
His reprimand caused a scarlet flush to grace her surprisingly composed features. Cottle shook his head.
“Un-frakking-believable. Don’t tell me that you gave as good as you got?” Laura didn’t dare respond. “Great. That’s just frakking wonderful.” He took a much needed drag from his cigarette.
“If an epidemic breaks out, and I’m hesitant to diagnose patients, I’m blaming the pair of you.” A prolonged silence followed.
“Thank you for your concern Jack, but I assure you that both the Admiral and I are just fine.”
How can she call him ‘Admiral’ with a completely straight face while bearing his love bites? Maybe that’s their kink. I’ll bet she makes him call her ‘Madam President’ in bed.
“Jack!” He snapped out of his musings. Laura glared at him. “I was saying that you may disregard any....skin discolouration...that you find on the Admiral as well.” She quirked her brow, daring him to make another smart ass remark.
It was going to be a while before he could enjoy oral sex again.
Title: Roomates
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: F - for fluff overload
Disclaimer: I don't own anything BSG related.
A/N: Thank you abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This prompt was writing a scene where Laura makes the transition back to Bill's cabin after ADFMS. This takes place directly before the phone call from Saul "cock-blocking" Tigh.
“So I was thinking.” Bill’s gruff voice danced across Laura’s bare shoulder.
“Mm hmm.”
“Maybe we could start over.”
“Honey, I am going to need a few minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Laura turned in his embrace, green eyes searching for their blue counterparts.
“I meant we should start over.” Bill chucked. “Like a proper couple. We should do things properly.” He clarified.
“Okkk..” Laura questioned, “and where exactly did you want to start from?”
“Move in with me? Again?” His beautiful blue eyes were filled with hope.
“Don’t most couples start with a first date? You know, dinner, dancing, to find out if they are compatible?” Laura’s fingers brushed across his strong shoulders, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“We are compatible.” He caught her wandering digits and brought them to his lips to shower them with kisses. “And in case you’re wondering; I already love you, would do anything for you, want to spend my life with you. I need to be with you Laura.”
“Why’s that?” She whispered.
“Because I can’t live without you.” He answered simply.
“I’ve never lived with someone...before you. And it would be different this time...” She struggled to articulate her anxieties.
“Because we’re finally frakking?” A smug grin broke out across his face. She playfully hit his shoulder.
“I’m serious Bill. This....it’s.....it’s a big step for me.”
“I know. Me too. But if you don’t move in with me, I’m just going to move my stuff in here.” He said in utter seriousness.
“That’s very presumptuous of you Admiral Adama. Who says I want you cluttering up my room?” Laura teased.
“I’m a very good roommate.”
“Hmph.”
“Laura?”
“Yes?”
“Move in with me?”
“Yes.” She whispered against his lips moments before meeting them in a tender kiss.
Title: Beautiful Imperfections
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: F - for fluff overload
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or Laura, or Bill.
A/N: Thank you to abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This prompt was acutally my own, 'Bill finds that Laura has birthmarks/beauty spots/moles somewhere other than her face.
“What are you doing?” Laura croaked. She was collapsed in an utterly blissful state of exhaustion which had her flat on her back, in Bill’s rack.
“Did you know that you have another beauty mark down here?” He kissed the inner silk of her thigh, letting his tongue trace his new find.
“It’s not a beauty mark. They’re moles.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “And I hate them, on Caprica I used to cover the ones on my face with make-up. Too bad I ran out of it years ago.” She summoned the strength to lean up on her elbows. “Bill? What are you doing?”
“Just becoming better acquainted with my new favourite spot on you.” He placed one last, lingering kiss on her flesh before easing up her body and meeting her at eye level.
“They’re moles.” She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Imperfections that develop on one’s skin. Nothing to write home about.”
“I beg to differ.” His hands were still busy tracing adoring patterns along her thigh.
“You would” She chuckled.
“Laura?”
“Mmm?”
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” When she didn’t respond, her kissed her, hard. “You. Are. Perfect.” He punctuated each word with another deep, loving kiss until he had her smiling against his mouth.
“I think you’re pretty wonderful yourself.” She purred.
“Lucky me.” He rumbled as he nipped and sucked at the marks which adorned her face. She began to giggle uncontrollably.
“Bill!” She gasped. “Stop..that tickles!” Her laughter filled his ears, like sweet, joyful music.
“Give?”
“Yes!” She was breathless.
“I love you.” He said before placing one last kiss against her face
“Love you too. And Bill?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” Laura Roslin was far from perfect, but with Bill, she felt as though she might finally know perfection
.
Title: The Tell Tale Signs
Word Count: 300 words
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own BSG or it's characters.
A/N: Thank you to abfabambrosia for being an awesome beta. This was another one of my own prompts, "Cottle finds love bites on Bill/Laura during an examination."
Sherman Cottle loved oral sex.
He liked doing it and receiving it. He liked it even better when this occurred at the same time. What he did not like was thinking about oral sex as an activity that Admiral Adama and President Roslin engaged in.
He did not appreciate having to ask about the various bruises that mapped the President’s inner thighs, nor did he appreciate the scathing glare he received in return.
“Look, I really don’t care about your sex life. I just need to know if these are a reaction to something, or the work of a certain, very eager soldier. If it’s the latter tell him that if he doesn’t calm the frak down I might not be able to tell the difference until it’s too late.”
His reprimand caused a scarlet flush to grace her surprisingly composed features. Cottle shook his head.
“Un-frakking-believable. Don’t tell me that you gave as good as you got?” Laura didn’t dare respond. “Great. That’s just frakking wonderful.” He took a much needed drag from his cigarette.
“If an epidemic breaks out, and I’m hesitant to diagnose patients, I’m blaming the pair of you.” A prolonged silence followed.
“Thank you for your concern Jack, but I assure you that both the Admiral and I are just fine.”
How can she call him ‘Admiral’ with a completely straight face while bearing his love bites? Maybe that’s their kink. I’ll bet she makes him call her ‘Madam President’ in bed.
“Jack!” He snapped out of his musings. Laura glared at him. “I was saying that you may disregard any....skin discolouration...that you find on the Admiral as well.” She quirked her brow, daring him to make another smart ass remark.
It was going to be a while before he could enjoy oral sex again.