The first time (so far from the last) she feels her heart race in William Adama’s presence, it is shocking - her heart slams into her ribcage as if it were a wild animal, beating itself against its prison walls. The room is dim, and he looks good, kneeling on the floor of his cabin (so much younger than now, less weight spread across his frame as
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Though, I applaud your stalking skills while I wait here for you to finish actally reading the thing haha.
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oh if her godsdamned heart would just stop trying to leave her body to join this man’s, she’d be fine
Very nice!!
BTW, claraon and I were just saying the other day, how we miss this comm. Right, claraon?
Oh, and I still need to read your other fic, but I'm afraid I won't know what's going on since I haven't read Outside the Garden. I've upped my rating tolerance to R, but NC17 is just too much for me. :)
.........Okay, this is totally random but the TV just caught my attention-- A commercial for the news -- "A woman, a monkey suit, and a giant banana. Tonight at 11."
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she clutched her book to her chest, because surely - surely this time her heart would break through the calcium fence holding it in, and she needed the extra layer between him and her, lest it leave her for him.
Thought this bit especially lovely.
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