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Title: Violent Desires
Author: Jules
Summary: She inspires extremes.
Rating: PG-13 Dark thoughts linger here.
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Distribution: If you want it, take it, just tell me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity.
A.N. First BSG fic. Unbeta'd. I've just stumbled into the fandom via the medium of discounted DVD box-sets, and now I'm hooked.
Okay - this is very short but it wouldn't leave me alone untill I'd written it, so here, I set it free.
Inside the privacy of his own mind he is a romantic, homicidal maniac.
Some-days he wants to strangle her, wants to haul her from the cockpit and wrap his hands around her throat. Squeeze hard.
Other-days he wants to make her laugh untill she's breathless and hear the echo bounce off the metal walls. Listen to her cackle over the coms, drowning out the sounds of raiders exploding, harmonizing with the sound of shrapnel hitting her canopy.
He wonders how she's survived so long in the military. Crowded quarters, close racks; how has no-one smothered her with a pillow in the dead of the night?
Stride across the room and pull back the curtain, cover her body with his, his weight pressing her into the thin mattress, their heat chasing away Galactica's chill. Wonders how he resists.
Each time she mouths off and makes his life more difficult, gets in his face and makes his job just that little bit harder, he feels his jaw clench and his hands curl into fists. He craves to punch her in the mouth, to slam her head back and hear it crack against the nose of her ship.
Every time she teases him, makes him forget his burdens if only for a little while, he longs to kiss the smirk off her lips. He wants to bite her bottom lip and then soothe the hurt with her tongue, aches to frak her on the wing of her Viper.
Every time she leaves him he hopes it will be the last time. That this is what he wants, what he needs to forget, to move on. Time will fade the memory of her grin, mute the sound of her voice and cloud the spark of her eyes. He will not miss her fire, he will easily grow accustomed to the cold.
Every time she comes back he thanks the Gods he abandoned over two years ago, sacrificed on the burning pyre of his brother's Viper. He hugs her and lingers just a little too long, feels her pull away first, pushing him back, but her sharp edges dig into him, trapping him, binding him to her, it's agony each time she turns away.
He feels himself splinter and break and heal each time he is with her. This is how he knows he is still alive, that they live after the world has ended.
FIN
Author: Jules
Summary: She inspires extremes.
Rating: PG-13 Dark thoughts linger here.
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Distribution: If you want it, take it, just tell me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity.
A.N. First BSG fic. Unbeta'd. I've just stumbled into the fandom via the medium of discounted DVD box-sets, and now I'm hooked.
Okay - this is very short but it wouldn't leave me alone untill I'd written it, so here, I set it free.
Inside the privacy of his own mind he is a romantic, homicidal maniac.
Some-days he wants to strangle her, wants to haul her from the cockpit and wrap his hands around her throat. Squeeze hard.
Other-days he wants to make her laugh untill she's breathless and hear the echo bounce off the metal walls. Listen to her cackle over the coms, drowning out the sounds of raiders exploding, harmonizing with the sound of shrapnel hitting her canopy.
He wonders how she's survived so long in the military. Crowded quarters, close racks; how has no-one smothered her with a pillow in the dead of the night?
Stride across the room and pull back the curtain, cover her body with his, his weight pressing her into the thin mattress, their heat chasing away Galactica's chill. Wonders how he resists.
Each time she mouths off and makes his life more difficult, gets in his face and makes his job just that little bit harder, he feels his jaw clench and his hands curl into fists. He craves to punch her in the mouth, to slam her head back and hear it crack against the nose of her ship.
Every time she teases him, makes him forget his burdens if only for a little while, he longs to kiss the smirk off her lips. He wants to bite her bottom lip and then soothe the hurt with her tongue, aches to frak her on the wing of her Viper.
Every time she leaves him he hopes it will be the last time. That this is what he wants, what he needs to forget, to move on. Time will fade the memory of her grin, mute the sound of her voice and cloud the spark of her eyes. He will not miss her fire, he will easily grow accustomed to the cold.
Every time she comes back he thanks the Gods he abandoned over two years ago, sacrificed on the burning pyre of his brother's Viper. He hugs her and lingers just a little too long, feels her pull away first, pushing him back, but her sharp edges dig into him, trapping him, binding him to her, it's agony each time she turns away.
He feels himself splinter and break and heal each time he is with her. This is how he knows he is still alive, that they live after the world has ended.
FIN