Title: Terms of Endearment
Summary: Baby, baby, baby, baby when you love me I can’t get enough. ~Bill Withers.
Word Count: 100
Timeframe: Post ‘A Disquiet Follows My Soul’
Author's Note: Written for the 68th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Nicknames
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in Universal's sandbox
Terms of Endearment
She twisted down and to the left.
A groan escaped him.
“You like that?” she panted.
Their eyes were locked.
“Yes,” he rasped. “A lot.”
A smile graced her face.
He closed his eyes, lost in the steady, rhythmic rocking of her hips.
Then she saw the word forming on his lips.
The amazing rolling motion halted abruptly.
“Don’t call me that.”
He opened his eyes.
She glared at him.
“Are you serious?”
“What would you like me to call you?”
Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear.
A chill crawled down his spine.
Bill Adama smiled.