Yellow
The soft lamplight glow of Bill's desk light fills Laura with the warm feeling of being totally and utterly enveloped in safety. Smiling gently to herself at the image of domesticity she and Bill make, she reaches over and flips the page of her fuel report. Tucking one leg beneath her, she feels her scalp begin to itch under the wig, and deftly unclips it and pulls it from hear head, rubbing the skin gently as she does. Returning her attention to the report in front of her, she doesn't notice Bill's gaze on her, lingering fondly on her bald head, glowing in the cabin's soft lighting. A sigh escapes her lips as she realises how completely bored she is of reading fleet reports, and she flings the manila file away from her, preferring instead to foray into her memories. Meanwhile, from his perch at the desk behind her, Bill takes in the sight of Laura – being just Laura – nestled comfortably on his couch. A grin makes its way to his lips as he wonders what she must be thinking.
"What can I get you?" asks Bill quietly, watching her with trepidation, as if she'll break or die at any moment.
"A new body, perhaps one of those young Cylon models from the Resurrection ship?" she replies weakly, still managing to sound wry.
"I can't see you as a blonde," laughs Bill, content to continue the charade for as long as possible.
"You'd be surprised…" she half-whispers, a smile ghosting around the edges of her lips. He reaches out for her hand, chafing it between his in an attempt to return some warmth to the frozen flesh before pausing and just holding it. His heart skips a beat as he realises that this is the first time she has ever held his hand, rather than his arm, and he finds that he rather likes it. She clasps his hand as a lover might, and then realises her mistake.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" asks Bill, less of a question and more of an assurance that yes; she will be with him tomorrow.
She gives a slight nod, an inclination of her head as if to say 'you didn't think you'd be rid of me that easily, did you?', and closes her eyes to rest.
He snaps her out of her reverie with a gentle kiss on the lips, hovering but not expectant. She complies happily, reminded of the kiss they'd shared only days (or was it hours? Time is so…fickle in space) after that conversation. They've come a long way since then, especially considering the safety she feels, ensconced in his yellowy presence.
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