Eyes Open [Adama/Roslin]
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misscamEyes Open
by Camilla Sandman
Summary: When he kisses her, she doesn't close her eyes. Always eyes open, Laura Roslin. [Adama/Roslin]
Rating: Teen.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, just my words.
Author's note: Spoilers for "Faith", set after the end scene. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyricalviolet for beta.
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When he kisses her, she doesn't close her eyes. Always eyes open, Laura Roslin. Life and politics have taught her that. Eyes open. Even then, you don't always see.
She sees Bill now.
Bill, who just gave her his sorrows and she just gave him faith. Bill, for whom she is committing to life for. She isn't ready to die. She has accepted she will, even almost embraced it. Just not yet.
There is something beyond. But there's also something in life. Fighting so hard for all of her people to get it, maybe she forgot to fight a little for herself.
He hasn't closed his eyes either, hasn't let his gaze leave her face since she told him to look at her. Eyes open, he's kissing her.
It feels strangely important to her that he is.
He tastes of water and something like sleep, lips careful and gentle and almost smiling against hers. He doesn't give smiles often. It makes them all the more important to see.
She still has a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him faintly through the cloth of his robe. It's not enough, and she leans forward a little clumsily, shoulders and knees bumping against his.
He makes a sound that might be a laugh, deep and with a little rumble. She can feel it reveberate for a moment, tingling on her tongue. Once, he told her he liked her laugh, in not exactly those words. She could tell him the same, if he doesn't already know from the way she's got her tongue down his throat.
It could be a clue, she is pretty sure.
"Bill," she whispers, resting her forehead against his. "I want to stay here tonight."
She can almost hear him think. Soldier, but lawyer's son too, and Lee's father, considering implications.
"Your treatment?" he murmurs.
"I'm over the worst," she assures him. "I'm not... I feel strong. I do."
"You are," he replies, a caress by words.
"So?" she prompts him, smiling a little mischievously, and he touches her cheek, as if looking for an answer in her skin.
"Yes," he says.
When she kisses him, he sighs and the ship groans against space, and she wonders for a second if she's about to sleep with both. He is Galactica now - leader of the fleet, symbol of their hopes, the last warrior of the Twelve Tribes.
Then again, he's about to sleep with the Office of the President too. All they are, all they've lived is in the room too, getting frakked just as much. She can feel the sorrows in his skin when kissing it, and traces the lines of loneliness across his forehead. She can feel the age in his bones as she helps remove his robe, and the restraint of the trained soldier when she removes her clothing and he only looks.
William Adama, all of him.
She steps up to him, and he kisses the headscarf hard enough she feels moisture against her scalp, and she knows he too, is taking all of her.
Her fear, letting a thumb stroke the faint impressions of needles in her skin.
Her determination, letting her kiss him until she breathes unevenly without trying to take charge.
Her years, kissing the lines they've made around her eyes.
Her heart, resting his head against her chest as she straddles him.
Her sorrows, clasping her hand in his when for a brief moment, she thinks of Adar, the last time she did this.
Her passion, digging his fingers almost painfully into the skin of her hips as she finds a rhytm.
Her body, sweat and skin and senses shared.
Her belief, words already spoken and now reinforced by never looking away from her.
Laura Roslin, all of her.
'Me,' she thinks faintly as her body shudders and she clings to him. 'I made him believe. Me.' One simple word. A million emotional complications, if she takes what he didn't say too.
Bill and Laura, Admiral and President, love by implication.
Mm.
Eyes open, she does see.
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FIN
by Camilla Sandman
Summary: When he kisses her, she doesn't close her eyes. Always eyes open, Laura Roslin. [Adama/Roslin]
Rating: Teen.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, just my words.
Author's note: Spoilers for "Faith", set after the end scene. Many thanks to
lyricalviolet for beta. II
When he kisses her, she doesn't close her eyes. Always eyes open, Laura Roslin. Life and politics have taught her that. Eyes open. Even then, you don't always see.
She sees Bill now.
Bill, who just gave her his sorrows and she just gave him faith. Bill, for whom she is committing to life for. She isn't ready to die. She has accepted she will, even almost embraced it. Just not yet.
There is something beyond. But there's also something in life. Fighting so hard for all of her people to get it, maybe she forgot to fight a little for herself.
He hasn't closed his eyes either, hasn't let his gaze leave her face since she told him to look at her. Eyes open, he's kissing her.
It feels strangely important to her that he is.
He tastes of water and something like sleep, lips careful and gentle and almost smiling against hers. He doesn't give smiles often. It makes them all the more important to see.
She still has a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him faintly through the cloth of his robe. It's not enough, and she leans forward a little clumsily, shoulders and knees bumping against his.
He makes a sound that might be a laugh, deep and with a little rumble. She can feel it reveberate for a moment, tingling on her tongue. Once, he told her he liked her laugh, in not exactly those words. She could tell him the same, if he doesn't already know from the way she's got her tongue down his throat.
It could be a clue, she is pretty sure.
"Bill," she whispers, resting her forehead against his. "I want to stay here tonight."
She can almost hear him think. Soldier, but lawyer's son too, and Lee's father, considering implications.
"Your treatment?" he murmurs.
"I'm over the worst," she assures him. "I'm not... I feel strong. I do."
"You are," he replies, a caress by words.
"So?" she prompts him, smiling a little mischievously, and he touches her cheek, as if looking for an answer in her skin.
"Yes," he says.
When she kisses him, he sighs and the ship groans against space, and she wonders for a second if she's about to sleep with both. He is Galactica now - leader of the fleet, symbol of their hopes, the last warrior of the Twelve Tribes.
Then again, he's about to sleep with the Office of the President too. All they are, all they've lived is in the room too, getting frakked just as much. She can feel the sorrows in his skin when kissing it, and traces the lines of loneliness across his forehead. She can feel the age in his bones as she helps remove his robe, and the restraint of the trained soldier when she removes her clothing and he only looks.
William Adama, all of him.
She steps up to him, and he kisses the headscarf hard enough she feels moisture against her scalp, and she knows he too, is taking all of her.
Her fear, letting a thumb stroke the faint impressions of needles in her skin.
Her determination, letting her kiss him until she breathes unevenly without trying to take charge.
Her years, kissing the lines they've made around her eyes.
Her heart, resting his head against her chest as she straddles him.
Her sorrows, clasping her hand in his when for a brief moment, she thinks of Adar, the last time she did this.
Her passion, digging his fingers almost painfully into the skin of her hips as she finds a rhytm.
Her body, sweat and skin and senses shared.
Her belief, words already spoken and now reinforced by never looking away from her.
Laura Roslin, all of her.
'Me,' she thinks faintly as her body shudders and she clings to him. 'I made him believe. Me.' One simple word. A million emotional complications, if she takes what he didn't say too.
Bill and Laura, Admiral and President, love by implication.
Mm.
Eyes open, she does see.
II
FIN
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Date: 2008-05-12 02:29 pm (UTC)I've been waiting for people to start writing post-eps for Faith, so thank you muchly!! =D
Great work! ♥
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:57 pm (UTC)Yeah, the way it ended rather begs the post-ep fics, at least for me.
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Date: 2008-05-12 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 03:58 pm (UTC)Thanks :)
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 03:50 pm (UTC)I should be asleep, dammit.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:01 pm (UTC)And who's to say I'm not inspiring it, huh?
Yes, you should.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:04 pm (UTC)totally not the plan at all, nuh-uhinspiring it? but i haven't written anything! therefore you are steeeeeealing it. dirty rotten thief. :P
knock me on the head?
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:07 pm (UTC)So you want to deny people BSG fic? What did the show ever do to you???Hey, you haven't been writing for ages, so if I've been stealing it, it's like I've had custody for it long enough to make it my mojo. :P:P
*knocks you out with a horned helmet*
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:10 pm (UTC)got remade.squatter's rights? Hell, no. what's the statute of limitations on that, cos I want it back, dammit.
is still awake, alas.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:14 pm (UTC)But it's awesome remade and you haven't even watched!Maybe what you had you stole from me in the first place and I have just reclaimed, haha!
GO. TO. BED.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:16 pm (UTC)*cries*
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:20 pm (UTC)*knocks you out again* BED. YOU. NOW.
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:23 pm (UTC)*fails*
*shuts down computer and attempts sleep*
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Date: 2008-05-13 10:16 am (UTC)I AM STEALING MY MOJO BACK AGAIN, SO THERE!!
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 06:42 pm (UTC)Seriously, love the alliterations, your trademark use of anaphora and the peculiar prosody in the "Her" section.
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:18 pm (UTC)Thanks :)
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Date: 2008-05-12 07:15 pm (UTC)Very nice job!
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:20 pm (UTC)(Not sure how much more they'd manage with her treatments and all, but I'm sure they would have managed a bit ;))
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Date: 2008-05-13 03:20 am (UTC)There seems to be a resurgence of one-last-frak type fics, to go along with the taking-laura-to-see-earth type fics, but if they're all as high-quality as yours is (which they seem to be), I've never been happier about Laura Roslin dying of cancer XD.
...Not that I'm happy about it, but on the relative spectrum...
Anyway, beautiful work! I DEMAND you write more
because we all knew you were totally gonna stop writing and leave us all hanging with a srs kas uv withdrahl, amirite?!Seeing the stories you post at school, and then coming home to read them, always cheers me up :). It gives me something to look forward to in my day XD.
Also: IF YOU HAVE XF PROMO SHOTS IN YOUR BANNER, YOU MUST BE AN X-PHILE. ERGO, YOU MUST WRITE FIC. OR IT WOULD BE A COMPLEATE AND UTTRE WAISTE OF TALENTE (tm). (And, if this is what you do for BSG, I shudder to think -- in a good way -- what you could do for XF).
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:22 pm (UTC)I have done that in the past, but for now I'm having too much inspiration and mad glee about the show to worry about such things, heh.Yeah, I like X-Files. I wrote fic once when I was young, and it was so bad I am too scarred to try to write again. Woe.
Anyway, thank you very much - am glad you like as much :)
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Date: 2008-05-13 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:24 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-14 02:21 pm (UTC)*head explodes*
not really, but i wish it would and get it over with. *sigh*
i really did love the fic. i can't wait for the next one. :D
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Date: 2008-05-20 03:27 pm (UTC)prettiah, touching, thoughtful...
Eyes open...
Great!
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Date: 2008-09-20 05:02 pm (UTC)