~BSG: First Dance
Title: First Dance
Author: kastari
Summary: I’m glad I didn’t know. The way it all would end. The way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain. But I’d have had to miss the dance. ~Garth Brooks
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Time Frame: ‘Colonial Day’
Author’s Note: Written for the 30th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Roll the Hard Six
My Roll of the Die: 5-3-3; At a dance; Bill & Laura & any dead character; loneliness. Thanks to frakcancer & bugsfic. They know why.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
First Dance
“Madame President, good evening.”
“I thought you hated these things.”
“It’s Colonial Day. Where else would I be? I’m a patriot.”
“You really are, aren’t you?”
“Doctor Baltar. Interesting choice.”
“I figured the devil, you know.”
“Politics. As interesting as war. Definitely as dangerous.”
“Though in war, you only get killed once. In politics, it can happen over and over.”
“You’re still standing.”
“So are you.”
“And I can dance.”
He offered her his arm.
She smiled and surprised him by taking it.
He laughed when she boldly hooked hers with his. He didn’t think she would.
Piercing blue eyes captured sparkling green.
He led; she followed.
It was crowded on that dance floor.
Somehow their bodies ended up pressed close together. It was an electrifying moment between them.
Together they began to delicately negotiate their way.
Her red hair was silken against his cheek.
He smelled incredibly good.
This was their first dance, but memories of their last waltzed around the room.
He couldn’t remember the last time he danced. At his wedding with his new bride. Their one and only. Carolanne hated dancing. They never did again.
She couldn’t remember the last time she danced. With her father at her sister Sandra’s wedding. She loved dancing. Richard Adar never asked her. He worried people would suspect they were having an affair.
He felt comfortable, holding her close.
She felt safe in his arms.
“Bill,” he rasped in her ear. “My name is Bill.”
His voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“Laura,” she whispered. “My name is Laura.”
Her soft breath tickled him with goose bumps.
For a moment, all the world was right.
The music and their laughter swept them around the room, the commander and the president.
Neither missed a step.
What a gambol/gamble it was.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: I’m glad I didn’t know. The way it all would end. The way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain. But I’d have had to miss the dance. ~Garth Brooks
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Time Frame: ‘Colonial Day’
Author’s Note: Written for the 30th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Roll the Hard Six
My Roll of the Die: 5-3-3; At a dance; Bill & Laura & any dead character; loneliness. Thanks to frakcancer & bugsfic. They know why.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
First Dance
“Madame President, good evening.”
“I thought you hated these things.”
“It’s Colonial Day. Where else would I be? I’m a patriot.”
“You really are, aren’t you?”
“Doctor Baltar. Interesting choice.”
“I figured the devil, you know.”
“Politics. As interesting as war. Definitely as dangerous.”
“Though in war, you only get killed once. In politics, it can happen over and over.”
“You’re still standing.”
“So are you.”
“And I can dance.”
He offered her his arm.
She smiled and surprised him by taking it.
He laughed when she boldly hooked hers with his. He didn’t think she would.
Piercing blue eyes captured sparkling green.
He led; she followed.
It was crowded on that dance floor.
Somehow their bodies ended up pressed close together. It was an electrifying moment between them.
Together they began to delicately negotiate their way.
Her red hair was silken against his cheek.
He smelled incredibly good.
This was their first dance, but memories of their last waltzed around the room.
He couldn’t remember the last time he danced. At his wedding with his new bride. Their one and only. Carolanne hated dancing. They never did again.
She couldn’t remember the last time she danced. With her father at her sister Sandra’s wedding. She loved dancing. Richard Adar never asked her. He worried people would suspect they were having an affair.
He felt comfortable, holding her close.
She felt safe in his arms.
“Bill,” he rasped in her ear. “My name is Bill.”
His voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“Laura,” she whispered. “My name is Laura.”
Her soft breath tickled him with goose bumps.
For a moment, all the world was right.
The music and their laughter swept them around the room, the commander and the president.
Neither missed a step.
What a gambol/gamble it was.
~finis~