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bibliodragon) wrote2012-04-09 03:17 pm
bibliodragon) wrote2012-04-09 03:17 pm
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Fliclet: Drastic Measures
Title: Drastic Measures
Rating: R
Characters: A/R
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Post New Caprica
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ar_drabbles 'abstinence' challenge.
Ever since getting the crap beaten out of him, during those perfectly legitimate meetings between President and Admiral, Bill Adama had been nothing less than gentlemanly. It was downright infuriating! Not because of the lack of sex (as irritating as it was, she was no longer an uncontrollable teen) but what it represented. She had hoped with his public self-flagellation he could have put his need for the blame of New Caprica behind him.
They needed to look to the future now.
Gentle teasing hadn't worked. Playing into his need to suffer with that medal hadn't either. Drastic measures were needed. Decision made, she left Tory to finagle her schedule and she was on the next shuttle to Galactica, her glare the only thing keeping the poor pilot from announcing her presence. Pity she would lose the element of surprise when he spotted her bodyguards waiting outside his quarters, but she was certain she could regain the advantage. She wasn't going to leave until they had thrashed the matter out once and for all.
She hadn't considered how cold the room could be when not wearing a stitch of clothing. But she knew that could play to her advantage also.
Rating: R
Characters: A/R
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Post New Caprica
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ar_drabbles 'abstinence' challenge.Ever since getting the crap beaten out of him, during those perfectly legitimate meetings between President and Admiral, Bill Adama had been nothing less than gentlemanly. It was downright infuriating! Not because of the lack of sex (as irritating as it was, she was no longer an uncontrollable teen) but what it represented. She had hoped with his public self-flagellation he could have put his need for the blame of New Caprica behind him.
They needed to look to the future now.
Gentle teasing hadn't worked. Playing into his need to suffer with that medal hadn't either. Drastic measures were needed. Decision made, she left Tory to finagle her schedule and she was on the next shuttle to Galactica, her glare the only thing keeping the poor pilot from announcing her presence. Pity she would lose the element of surprise when he spotted her bodyguards waiting outside his quarters, but she was certain she could regain the advantage. She wasn't going to leave until they had thrashed the matter out once and for all.
She hadn't considered how cold the room could be when not wearing a stitch of clothing. But she knew that could play to her advantage also.