"Routine", a BSG Ficlet. Gaeta/Dee.
I blame ingrid_m. She put out a drabble call, I got bored between classes, and... well, it's not a drabble.
Disclaimers: Not Mine. Don't Sue Please.
Rating: PG-13 for Adult Themes.
Pairings: Felix Gaeta/Anastasia Dualla.
"Routine"
Felix Gaeta closed his eyes, and let the water roll over him. Down across his neck, his back, caressing him and biting him in the way only the ice cold water could. His routine was exact. The same shower, the same time, every day. After the off-duty rush, so it was quiet. Sure, the water was cold, but Felix liked it that way.
But the quiet was what Felix really liked. All alone, he was finally his own man. He wasn't particularly proud of what he did when he was alone, but it was one of the few things he still had. His job was to be the eyes of the Galactica, but he himself had his own eyes. Whenever he went through this, it was always the same image in his mind.
You always want what you can't have.
It was almost poetic, really. He was the eyes; she was the ears. Felix always hated his ineloquence, because of that strange metaphysical relationship. As eyes, he could see how beautiful she was. As ears, Felix never knew the right words to intone to her.
So here Felix stood, sharing a moment with only himself and the gods as witness... until she enters.
"Whoa," she said, raising both eyebrows. Felix coughed and ineffectually attempted to cover himself.
"Dee. Hi. I was just-"
"You outrank me, sir. No need to stand at attention on my behalf."
"I, I, I-"
"I'd say at ease, but I'm not entirely sure I want that." She smirked, and tugged at the buttons of her uniform.
Sometimes, for a brief shining moment, you can get what you want.
As always, comments are my candy and appreciated.
Disclaimers: Not Mine. Don't Sue Please.
Rating: PG-13 for Adult Themes.
Pairings: Felix Gaeta/Anastasia Dualla.
"Routine"
Felix Gaeta closed his eyes, and let the water roll over him. Down across his neck, his back, caressing him and biting him in the way only the ice cold water could. His routine was exact. The same shower, the same time, every day. After the off-duty rush, so it was quiet. Sure, the water was cold, but Felix liked it that way.
But the quiet was what Felix really liked. All alone, he was finally his own man. He wasn't particularly proud of what he did when he was alone, but it was one of the few things he still had. His job was to be the eyes of the Galactica, but he himself had his own eyes. Whenever he went through this, it was always the same image in his mind.
You always want what you can't have.
It was almost poetic, really. He was the eyes; she was the ears. Felix always hated his ineloquence, because of that strange metaphysical relationship. As eyes, he could see how beautiful she was. As ears, Felix never knew the right words to intone to her.
So here Felix stood, sharing a moment with only himself and the gods as witness... until she enters.
"Whoa," she said, raising both eyebrows. Felix coughed and ineffectually attempted to cover himself.
"Dee. Hi. I was just-"
"You outrank me, sir. No need to stand at attention on my behalf."
"I, I, I-"
"I'd say at ease, but I'm not entirely sure I want that." She smirked, and tugged at the buttons of her uniform.
Sometimes, for a brief shining moment, you can get what you want.
As always, comments are my candy and appreciated.