Holiday Ficlet #1: "No Borderlines Between Us" [BSG]
That's it! 31 ficlets for 31 days in December. That's the plan anyway. My Yuletide fic is out of bounds, and I'm sick on top of it, but what's life without a challenge. Have fun. :)
Title: No Borderlines Between Us
Characters: Gaeta, Helo/Gaeta/Athena
Wordcount: ~ 300 words
Summary: This is what Felix imagines: Sharon's lips on his neck.
Author's Note: For geekbynight, who supplied me with a title. Set after "Collaborators." Adult.
No Borderlines Between us
This is what Felix imagines:
Sharon's lips on his neck. Her breasts grazing his shoulder blades just so, tips of her fingers sliding down his shoulders. Felix, closing his eyes. Helo, ever steady in front of him, kind and tall and gentle. "It's alright," and "We've got you," and a strong big hand wrapping around his cock. Their lips touch.
---
This is what Felix imagines:
Warmth. Waking up together. Sharon, sitting up with a groan, unable to shake the sleep in her eyes. Felix, muttering, "I've got to go call reveille" and Helo, "Frak reveille" and pulling him back into bed. Chuckling because he knows they can't but it is nice to hear, nonetheless.
---
This is what Felix imagines:
"Hold still," Sharon says sharply, searching his chest for more injuries with the eye of a Viper pilot on the prowl. Her face hardening when she grazes a bruise on his hips, and he's unable to suppress a hiss of pain.
"Circle of your peers, the frak," Helo says, voice trembling from an anger Felix has never heard from him before except when the talk was of Roslin and Hera. "They went too far. Your choice - I'm going to the Admiral, or taking care of it myself."
---
"Felix," Helo greets him in the line at the food counter and Felix turns to give him a glance. "I never see you around anymore. You should come sit with us."
Felix follows his eyes wearily. Sharon is taking a seat at a table just now, already engrossed in a conversation with Racetrack and Showboat and Thrace. She seems happy. Animated and energetic and happy. Helo, too, has happiness to share these days. The Agathons got the best deal out of New Caprica, he thinks.
"Thanks," he mutters, "but I'll be eating in the lab."
Too many lines to cross, he thinks.
Different worlds.
Title: No Borderlines Between Us
Characters: Gaeta, Helo/Gaeta/Athena
Wordcount: ~ 300 words
Summary: This is what Felix imagines: Sharon's lips on his neck.
Author's Note: For geekbynight, who supplied me with a title. Set after "Collaborators." Adult.
No Borderlines Between us
This is what Felix imagines:
Sharon's lips on his neck. Her breasts grazing his shoulder blades just so, tips of her fingers sliding down his shoulders. Felix, closing his eyes. Helo, ever steady in front of him, kind and tall and gentle. "It's alright," and "We've got you," and a strong big hand wrapping around his cock. Their lips touch.
---
This is what Felix imagines:
Warmth. Waking up together. Sharon, sitting up with a groan, unable to shake the sleep in her eyes. Felix, muttering, "I've got to go call reveille" and Helo, "Frak reveille" and pulling him back into bed. Chuckling because he knows they can't but it is nice to hear, nonetheless.
---
This is what Felix imagines:
"Hold still," Sharon says sharply, searching his chest for more injuries with the eye of a Viper pilot on the prowl. Her face hardening when she grazes a bruise on his hips, and he's unable to suppress a hiss of pain.
"Circle of your peers, the frak," Helo says, voice trembling from an anger Felix has never heard from him before except when the talk was of Roslin and Hera. "They went too far. Your choice - I'm going to the Admiral, or taking care of it myself."
---
"Felix," Helo greets him in the line at the food counter and Felix turns to give him a glance. "I never see you around anymore. You should come sit with us."
Felix follows his eyes wearily. Sharon is taking a seat at a table just now, already engrossed in a conversation with Racetrack and Showboat and Thrace. She seems happy. Animated and energetic and happy. Helo, too, has happiness to share these days. The Agathons got the best deal out of New Caprica, he thinks.
"Thanks," he mutters, "but I'll be eating in the lab."
Too many lines to cross, he thinks.
Different worlds.