Author's Note: I signed up to write 100 fics/drabbles/somethings on 100 different moods for the general fandom of Battlestar Galactica. Each chapter will be stand alone, in a seperate universe as every other chapter unless specified. I'd love to hear feedback on any or all of them. And if you'd like to request an idea or character you'd like to see, go ahead.
Title: Perfect Imperfection
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Three/Five (D'anna Biers/ Aaron Doral)
Prompt: #086 Sinful
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13 (Kinda racy, at least for me)
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for 2x08 Final Cut
Summary:: That now they had truly crossed the divide between the perfection of their mechanical race to the perfect imperfection of humanity. For 100moods
xoxo
It was exciting, exhilarating. They would meet in the dark, a café that was closed for the night, an abandoned apartment, never the same place twice. They would feed each other's passion, satisfy the hunger in a way nothing else could. Every gasp, every drop of manufactured sweat, was thrilling.
Sometimes one of them would wonder which flaw had led them to sin the way that they did, but it only stayed for the briefest second, soon washed away with the calculated lust.
It wasn't always good or neat, the perfection in other areas didn't pertain to this. His hands were often cold, machinery cold, and the movements were sometimes clumsy and painful, but the sensations melted everything away.
The whispers of the collective were right, it did change you. Waves of emotion shaped more than could be measured, more than any eye can see. And when they were together, it did change them. They were separate from every other one of their model, like they had a mark across their faces that only were visible by God.
Their spines would both glow red, limbs be intertwined, souls crashing together in the night. And in those few moments, when they were immersed in sin, they would gasp each others human given names. They were Aaron and D'anna, not Seven and Three. It was the evidence of the change, that now they had truly crossed the divide between the perfection of their mechanical race to the joyful imperfection of humanity.
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