a beauty, if ever I have seen one
For ar_drabbles challenge #53, size matters
It wasn't until the third or fourth time Laura saw it that she found herself impressed by its size. Until then she'd been comparing it to ones she'd seen on Caprica. It wasn't until she realized that this was probably the last one she'd ever see that she allowed herself to really look at it.
It certainly wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, though it was impressively broad. She loved to run her hands along it. She seemed to have developed a fetish for getting on her knees and rubbing her nose against it, trying to find the source of that illusive, unique smell she'd come to associate with Bill. He never judged her for it. For the first time she'd found a man who understood her longings, who took pleasure in her pleasure.
She found herself becoming obsessed, thinking about it late at night in her narrow cot, or during the long, boring Quorum meetings. When she found herself doodling drawings of it on the margins of reports she knew her feelings had moved from simple lust to love.
Sometimes she wondered if she could ever feel as passionately about the commander as she did about his huge library.
It wasn't until the third or fourth time Laura saw it that she found herself impressed by its size. Until then she'd been comparing it to ones she'd seen on Caprica. It wasn't until she realized that this was probably the last one she'd ever see that she allowed herself to really look at it.
It certainly wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, though it was impressively broad. She loved to run her hands along it. She seemed to have developed a fetish for getting on her knees and rubbing her nose against it, trying to find the source of that illusive, unique smell she'd come to associate with Bill. He never judged her for it. For the first time she'd found a man who understood her longings, who took pleasure in her pleasure.
She found herself becoming obsessed, thinking about it late at night in her narrow cot, or during the long, boring Quorum meetings. When she found herself doodling drawings of it on the margins of reports she knew her feelings had moved from simple lust to love.
Sometimes she wondered if she could ever feel as passionately about the commander as she did about his huge library.