BSG Drabble: Comfort on Kobol
Title: Comfort on Kobol
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Laura Roslin, Bill Adama, A/R
Summary: Under the tarp on Kobol, Laura learns how Bill plans to deal with her cancer.
“Madame President, are you alright?”
Laura stilled, willing her body to stop trembling with a sharp intake of breath. She silently cursed herself for drawing the attention of her tent mate.
“I’m fine. Thank you, Commander.”
She held her breath in the silence, hoping her voice sounded sure enough to placate him.
The rustling of fabric followed by heavy footsteps indicated it did not. She jumped when she felt the commander sink down behind her back and settle himself on her blankets. Before she could react, he’d placed his own over both their bodies.
She shifted to face him, unsure she had the strength to reject the layered offering. Her body stiffened when he draped his arm around her, his hand resting casually between her shoulder blades.
“Are you cold or are you in pain, Laura?”
She went quiet. It was the closest either had come to mentioning her cancer.
“I’ll take it that probably means both.”
His fingers found the base of her neck and began applying gentle pressure in practiced patterns. She shivered when his nails caught her hair, pulling just hard enough to be immensely pleasurable.
“I used to do this for my grandmother. When her arthritis got so bad it hurt to be touched anywhere else this still felt good.”
His tone was casual, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be holding the president close and giving her a neck massage.
This was how he was going to handle it. Laura fought back tears at the sudden realization.
“Tell me about your grandmother, Bill.”
She closed her eyes and focused on his rumbling cadence and the soothing feeling of another person’s skin touching her own.
That night on Kobol, she slept peacefully for the first time since the world ended.
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Laura Roslin, Bill Adama, A/R
Summary: Under the tarp on Kobol, Laura learns how Bill plans to deal with her cancer.
“Madame President, are you alright?”
Laura stilled, willing her body to stop trembling with a sharp intake of breath. She silently cursed herself for drawing the attention of her tent mate.
“I’m fine. Thank you, Commander.”
She held her breath in the silence, hoping her voice sounded sure enough to placate him.
The rustling of fabric followed by heavy footsteps indicated it did not. She jumped when she felt the commander sink down behind her back and settle himself on her blankets. Before she could react, he’d placed his own over both their bodies.
She shifted to face him, unsure she had the strength to reject the layered offering. Her body stiffened when he draped his arm around her, his hand resting casually between her shoulder blades.
“Are you cold or are you in pain, Laura?”
She went quiet. It was the closest either had come to mentioning her cancer.
“I’ll take it that probably means both.”
His fingers found the base of her neck and began applying gentle pressure in practiced patterns. She shivered when his nails caught her hair, pulling just hard enough to be immensely pleasurable.
“I used to do this for my grandmother. When her arthritis got so bad it hurt to be touched anywhere else this still felt good.”
His tone was casual, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be holding the president close and giving her a neck massage.
This was how he was going to handle it. Laura fought back tears at the sudden realization.
“Tell me about your grandmother, Bill.”
She closed her eyes and focused on his rumbling cadence and the soothing feeling of another person’s skin touching her own.
That night on Kobol, she slept peacefully for the first time since the world ended.