This was so good!! Sigh. So good. And your use of the prompt was twofold. Very nice. ;)
“Thank you, Commander,” she said in a voice much more husky than she had intended.
“Anytime,” he murmured.
The UST is *amazing* here. They are so good at that. (It's why they had such awesome sex when they finally got together, right?)
Their dialogue was right-on, and I loved Laura interacting with the children. She seemed incredibly happy then. This fic was so delightful and enjoyable but then, in true BSG fashion, you drop this bomb:
She was dying of cancer. She would be going on a permanent holiday soon enough. There was little point to making plans for the future.
Kudos for that. What a kick to the gut. I enjoyed it.
His hands looked as if he would be well suited for the role of masseur, she thought evocatively. She could almost feel those hands rubbing up and down her arms. Her reverie of his slow strokes caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end and goose bumps to form.I love how you have her thinking of Bill through the whole thing
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I'm glad you enjoyed. I love Bill and Laura's UST. (Actually, you know, I love everything about them.) I really wanted it to be set in season 1 though, so that she could maybe think she was imagining the entire thing. I really appreciate you leaving such a long and lovely review.
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“Thank you, Commander,” she said in a voice much more husky than she had intended.
“Anytime,” he murmured.
The UST is *amazing* here. They are so good at that. (It's why they had such awesome sex when they finally got together, right?)
Their dialogue was right-on, and I loved Laura interacting with the children. She seemed incredibly happy then. This fic was so delightful and enjoyable but then, in true BSG fashion, you drop this bomb:
She was dying of cancer. She would be going on a permanent holiday soon enough. There was little point to making plans for the future.
Kudos for that. What a kick to the gut. I enjoyed it.
His hands looked as if he would be well suited for the role of masseur, she thought evocatively. She could almost feel those hands rubbing up and down her arms. Her reverie of his slow strokes caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end and goose bumps to form.I love how you have her thinking of Bill through the whole thing ( ... )
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“One day.” Those were his words.
He made her believe.
What a sweet, sweet, sweet dream this is...
Very nice.
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I simply polish gems that already exist.
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