Fanfic: Execution
Last one :D
Pure silliness written for the third Make Laura Happy challenge (with an airlock).
Title: Execution
Rating: T
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Words: 837
Execution
by larsfarm77
“Laura, wait.” She could hear Bill Adama’s footsteps as he trailed her down the length of Causeway D. She gently shifted the small cardboard box in her hand, but did not slow her pace.
“It has to be done, Bill.” She tossed her head to bring an errant lock of hair over her shoulder as she rounded the corner. One of harsh fluorescent lights that lined the corridor in front of her flickered briefly. She walked until she saw the yellow and black paint that adorned the heavy metal frame around the starboard airlock.
He came up behind her and she felt the warmth of his hand against her shoulder. “Was it that bad?”
Laura turned and glared at him. “Yes.”
He bristled. “So that's it. Summary execution. Is this how things are gonna be now?” He folded his arms across his chest and returned her glare with an intensity that nearly caused her to step back.
She threw up her hands. “Gods, Bill, what did you want? A trial? Witnesses?”
“No, I had just hoped -“ his glare softened noticeably.
She tilted her head to regard him over the frames of her glasses. “What?”
“Well ... you didn't seem to complain when I was going d-“
“Bill!” Her fingers grazed his lips and she glanced warily at the marines that stood guard in the corridor.
“Well, you didn't. I think it deserves better.”
“No...” Laura drew out the word as she shook her head gently and took a step toward the airlock. “I’m doing this.” She reached for the hatch controls and her hand met his chest instead.
“I have terms.” He said flatly.
She pushed against the outside of his arm in an ineffective attempt to reach the keypad. “This is … not … a negotiation.”
“It is if you want …” he leaned forward and began to whisper in her ear.
When he finished, Laura put her hand to his chest and pushed him back so she could meet his eyes. “You don’t have that kind of self control,” she said, her fingers splayed against the thick wool of his uniform.
“Really?” He raised his left eyebrow and held her gaze. “You need to talk to Saul.”
They stood for a long moment, neither willing to give an inch of ground to the other. More than a year ago, it had been Bill that had capitulated, that had come to the surface of Kobol an olive branch in hand.
Laura’s eyes closed briefly. “All right.” The words came out on a breath. She brought up the hand holding the box so it was positioned between them. “What are your terms?”
There wasn’t a hint of self-satisfaction or gloating in his tone. “You do this and you spend the rest of the evening in my quarters.”
She waited, but there was nothing more.
“Done.”
He stepped away from the airlock controls, but as he passed her he whispered a single word.
“Naked.” His breath stirred her hair.
Laura’s hand hovered over the lock release. Is that all? Not very creative, Bill.
“Done.”
She watched him as he struggled for composure. He took position beside the airlock and stood at attention, his arm raised in a perfect salute.
Laughter welled up from her belly at his seriousness; the rush of her breath nearly dispersed the contents of the now open box over the floor plating of the airlock. She bit her lip hard and set the box down.
He held his posture even as she shut the hatch and cycled the lock. The vacuum alarm rang loudly down the corridor and partially drowned out the string of giggles that accompanied the remains of Bill’s moustache as it was evacuated into space. She imagined she could see them spinning in free fall among the stars.
Giggles erupted into full force laughter when she turned to face him. Her salute was pathetic, but it had the desired effect. He returned it crisply and relaxed his posture. His grin was bright and beautiful and the sound of their combined laughter filled the corridor. She leaned her weight against him and his arm came around her back.
“Better?” He said between guffaws.
“I’m not sure.” She pulled back to examine him more closely. His eyes glazed over when she reached to draw a single finger over the smooth skin of his upper lip. Turning him away from the marines, she replaced her finger with a brief brush of her lips.
She drew back to look at him again. “Better.”
“You know,” he said as they began to walk back towards his quarters. “It’s not like you to abandon protocol.”
She regarded him out of the corner of her eye, but continued to walk silently beside him.
“You didn’t wait for last words.”
Pushing the hatch to his quarters, she stepped in and turned to face him. Very slowly, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse. “We can go back.” Another button. “You can make a speech if you like.” Two more and the blouse fell open.
The hatch closed with a resounding clang.
Talk to Saul. Nice bluff, Bill. Nice bluff.
***
Fin.
Pure silliness written for the third Make Laura Happy challenge (with an airlock).
Title: Execution
Rating: T
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Words: 837
Execution
by larsfarm77
“Laura, wait.” She could hear Bill Adama’s footsteps as he trailed her down the length of Causeway D. She gently shifted the small cardboard box in her hand, but did not slow her pace.
“It has to be done, Bill.” She tossed her head to bring an errant lock of hair over her shoulder as she rounded the corner. One of harsh fluorescent lights that lined the corridor in front of her flickered briefly. She walked until she saw the yellow and black paint that adorned the heavy metal frame around the starboard airlock.
He came up behind her and she felt the warmth of his hand against her shoulder. “Was it that bad?”
Laura turned and glared at him. “Yes.”
He bristled. “So that's it. Summary execution. Is this how things are gonna be now?” He folded his arms across his chest and returned her glare with an intensity that nearly caused her to step back.
She threw up her hands. “Gods, Bill, what did you want? A trial? Witnesses?”
“No, I had just hoped -“ his glare softened noticeably.
She tilted her head to regard him over the frames of her glasses. “What?”
“Well ... you didn't seem to complain when I was going d-“
“Bill!” Her fingers grazed his lips and she glanced warily at the marines that stood guard in the corridor.
“Well, you didn't. I think it deserves better.”
“No...” Laura drew out the word as she shook her head gently and took a step toward the airlock. “I’m doing this.” She reached for the hatch controls and her hand met his chest instead.
“I have terms.” He said flatly.
She pushed against the outside of his arm in an ineffective attempt to reach the keypad. “This is … not … a negotiation.”
“It is if you want …” he leaned forward and began to whisper in her ear.
When he finished, Laura put her hand to his chest and pushed him back so she could meet his eyes. “You don’t have that kind of self control,” she said, her fingers splayed against the thick wool of his uniform.
“Really?” He raised his left eyebrow and held her gaze. “You need to talk to Saul.”
They stood for a long moment, neither willing to give an inch of ground to the other. More than a year ago, it had been Bill that had capitulated, that had come to the surface of Kobol an olive branch in hand.
Laura’s eyes closed briefly. “All right.” The words came out on a breath. She brought up the hand holding the box so it was positioned between them. “What are your terms?”
There wasn’t a hint of self-satisfaction or gloating in his tone. “You do this and you spend the rest of the evening in my quarters.”
She waited, but there was nothing more.
“Done.”
He stepped away from the airlock controls, but as he passed her he whispered a single word.
“Naked.” His breath stirred her hair.
Laura’s hand hovered over the lock release. Is that all? Not very creative, Bill.
“Done.”
She watched him as he struggled for composure. He took position beside the airlock and stood at attention, his arm raised in a perfect salute.
Laughter welled up from her belly at his seriousness; the rush of her breath nearly dispersed the contents of the now open box over the floor plating of the airlock. She bit her lip hard and set the box down.
He held his posture even as she shut the hatch and cycled the lock. The vacuum alarm rang loudly down the corridor and partially drowned out the string of giggles that accompanied the remains of Bill’s moustache as it was evacuated into space. She imagined she could see them spinning in free fall among the stars.
Giggles erupted into full force laughter when she turned to face him. Her salute was pathetic, but it had the desired effect. He returned it crisply and relaxed his posture. His grin was bright and beautiful and the sound of their combined laughter filled the corridor. She leaned her weight against him and his arm came around her back.
“Better?” He said between guffaws.
“I’m not sure.” She pulled back to examine him more closely. His eyes glazed over when she reached to draw a single finger over the smooth skin of his upper lip. Turning him away from the marines, she replaced her finger with a brief brush of her lips.
She drew back to look at him again. “Better.”
“You know,” he said as they began to walk back towards his quarters. “It’s not like you to abandon protocol.”
She regarded him out of the corner of her eye, but continued to walk silently beside him.
“You didn’t wait for last words.”
Pushing the hatch to his quarters, she stepped in and turned to face him. Very slowly, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse. “We can go back.” Another button. “You can make a speech if you like.” Two more and the blouse fell open.
The hatch closed with a resounding clang.
Talk to Saul. Nice bluff, Bill. Nice bluff.
***
Fin.