crack_van | The Caprican Admiral's Women by leiascully (R)

Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Length: 2300 words
Author on LJ:

leiascully
Author Website: BSG fic tag
Why this must be read: I absolutely knew that I wanted to rec something by

leiascully, because she's one of my all-time favorite fic writers, but I had a difficult time choosing one story by her. She does everything well--humor, smut, angst, fluff. She writes a variety of pairings: Adama/Roslin, Kara/Sam, Chief/Tory and all manner of femslash. How to choose among such a wealth of goodness?

After tearing my hair out for a few days, I chose this story. Why? Because, first of all, one of the elements I loved best in BSG was Adama reading aloud to Roslin. There was something so intimate and beautiful about his reading to her comfort her during chemotherapy. In this story, Bill reads The French Lieutenant's Woman to Laura and, well, things go on from there... But this story is about much more than raw smut. It's about committment, the meeting of two lively minds, and the enduring nature love. The characterization is brilliant and the banter is right on.

He tugged at her until she fell into his bunk on top of him. He held the book out away so that the edges wouldn't jab her. He could forget she was sick, times like these, when she was giggling on his chest, only her bare head a reminder. It had been strange, at first, to see the thin gleaming skin of her scalp instead of the tumble of auburn that had been her hair, but he liked it now. It was like silk when she nuzzled against his chest or kissed her way down his back, even moreso when she kept the kerchief on.

She bent down and kissed him, slow and indulgent, her hand braced against his ribs. He pressed up against her, the tension of the day melting away. Her tongue slid against his as her fingers stroked down to his hip.

"Keep it up," he said, "and we'll skip the book entirely."

"Noooo," she said. "We are responsible adults who understand restraint. Read."

"This book is terrible," he said, and propped himself up on one elbow. "I may have to skip some parts."

"I trust you to edit judiciously," she said, settling down against his body and closing her eyes.

The Caprican Admiral's Woman

The Caprican Admiral's Women by leiascully (R)

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