Fic: Realisations (K+, 5/5)
Title: Realisations (5/5)
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K+
Word Count: 387
Beta: cincoflex
Spoilers: Unfinished Business
Summary: Five times Bill Adama realised he was in love with Laura Roslin. For unavitasegreta.
He remembers the way his heart skipped the first time Laura Roslin showed him her smile. Not her thin-lipped frak-you politician’s smile or the excuse-me-please-I’m-going-to-tear-my-hair-out forced expression of attentive pleasure, but her true smile, the heartfelt beam that puts a sparkle in her eyes and lights her pretty face.
Perhaps, he thinks, he did know back then how he felt, and just slammed the feeling back in its box so hard it didn’t dare creep out again (as far as he’s aware) for over a year.
He still recalls how it felt to see her like that.
It’s here, though, sitting with a drink and a joint and Laura by his side, more lovely than he’s ever seen her, that he finally acknowledges to himself the strength of his affection for this strong, slender vision in red - and he knows it’s not the weed creating these feelings. The only thing it’s doing for that aspect of things is mellowing him out enough to admit to what’s been roiling like a storm inside him for months.
Later that night, lying with her against his chest, he gazes up at the stars, so stoned he can’t muster the energy to move, but so content he doesn’t mind.
Laura’s soft voice, slightly hoarse in his ear, her riot of curly hair tickling his neck and hand where his arm wraps around her shoulders, the warmth of her head against his shoulder and the comfortable weight of her against his side... it’s enough, and more than enough, to sate the loneliness that’s been an ache so long he’d grown used to it.
He voices something of the sort, vague and without any specific intention, and Laura makes a little hum of a sound that leaves his limbs tingling pleasurably when the vibration goes right through him. He can feel her smile against him as her lips touch his neck in the briefest whisper of a kiss.
He’s sure he doesn’t need to tell her he loves her. That’s not how it is between them: she already knows. He only needed to free the emotion, and he has.
“You’re not alone anymore,” she murmurs, snuggling further into his chest and laying an arm across his torso to bring their bodies more closely together.
“Neither are you,” he replies.
It’s the closest they’ll come to an admission at this point - but it’s enough.
-fin
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K+
Word Count: 387
Beta: cincoflex
Spoilers: Unfinished Business
Summary: Five times Bill Adama realised he was in love with Laura Roslin. For unavitasegreta.
He remembers the way his heart skipped the first time Laura Roslin showed him her smile. Not her thin-lipped frak-you politician’s smile or the excuse-me-please-I’m-going-to-tear-my-hair-out forced expression of attentive pleasure, but her true smile, the heartfelt beam that puts a sparkle in her eyes and lights her pretty face.
Perhaps, he thinks, he did know back then how he felt, and just slammed the feeling back in its box so hard it didn’t dare creep out again (as far as he’s aware) for over a year.
He still recalls how it felt to see her like that.
It’s here, though, sitting with a drink and a joint and Laura by his side, more lovely than he’s ever seen her, that he finally acknowledges to himself the strength of his affection for this strong, slender vision in red - and he knows it’s not the weed creating these feelings. The only thing it’s doing for that aspect of things is mellowing him out enough to admit to what’s been roiling like a storm inside him for months.
Later that night, lying with her against his chest, he gazes up at the stars, so stoned he can’t muster the energy to move, but so content he doesn’t mind.
Laura’s soft voice, slightly hoarse in his ear, her riot of curly hair tickling his neck and hand where his arm wraps around her shoulders, the warmth of her head against his shoulder and the comfortable weight of her against his side... it’s enough, and more than enough, to sate the loneliness that’s been an ache so long he’d grown used to it.
He voices something of the sort, vague and without any specific intention, and Laura makes a little hum of a sound that leaves his limbs tingling pleasurably when the vibration goes right through him. He can feel her smile against him as her lips touch his neck in the briefest whisper of a kiss.
He’s sure he doesn’t need to tell her he loves her. That’s not how it is between them: she already knows. He only needed to free the emotion, and he has.
“You’re not alone anymore,” she murmurs, snuggling further into his chest and laying an arm across his torso to bring their bodies more closely together.
“Neither are you,” he replies.
It’s the closest they’ll come to an admission at this point - but it’s enough.
-fin