BSG: Something to Remember

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Title: Something to Remember
Author: Rina (seariderfalcon)
Rating: M
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Summary: In the coming months, she wants to have a positive moment to remember out of this miserable day.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are property of Universal Studios and Ron D. Moore. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I make no profit from writing or sharing this.
Author's Notes: Written for bsg_kink's 2nd drabble contest.


This is a fantastic if somewhat foolish idea, Laura thinks as the press of Adama's body against hers sends pleasurable ripples through her body. It's the best she's felt in a long time, though, so she doesn't care.

In the coming months, she wants to have a positive moment to remember out of this miserable day. Legs wrapping tighter around his waist, she channels her frustrations -- the cancer, Richard, a doomed career -- into matching the steady, firm thrusts of his hips.

When her orgasm courses through her, she almost regrets that they'll never see each other again after today.

Fic: Laura Roslin's Pic-a-nic Basket

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Title: Laura Roslin's Pic-a-nic Basket
Author: Rina (seariderfalcon)
Rating: G
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Spoilers: Probably spoilery if you haven't seen the end of LDYB II.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are property of Universal Studios and Ron D. Moore. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I make no profit from writing or sharing this.
Author's Notes: Written for rememberlaura's ABC Drabble Challenge with calebar77's prompt "Y is for Yogi Bear".

"Gaeta mentioned some of Colonial One's foodstocks went missing," Bill noted with amusement as he stared at the well-stocked picnic basket on Laura's table.

"Really? In that case, we may have to enjoy this indoors." She nibbled on a berry with a smirk.

He chuckled. "How'd you manage to get this off Colonial One without being noticed anyway?"

Remembering her pointless meeting with Baltar and how easy it was to swipe the basket from his desk when she left after he'd become distracted by a buxom member of his staff, she muttered, "Well, I am smarter than the average president."