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Mild spoilers for 4th season B5 episode, Z'Ha'Dum.
Warmth. Blond hair. Brunette dreams. "I can't believe I told her." You have to give this up, Susan. Damn it! I've given up enough! We were just getting started. Can't believe I opened my mouth to Delenn and said, "I think I loved Talia". "I think." No, you know. You were just afraid to admit it.
Sniffle.
There's no one here. Oh, Michael, you too? Everything's changed so fast. You're all gone. I need you. I need you back. I can't carry this alone.
The raw knowledge of it. I need. Some. One. To not be alone any longer. We shared a moment.
I need you to not be dead. But you all are. Michael. John, not Captain, just John. Talia. Talia, Talia, Talia. Left me. Left me behind.
Aloud. "I loved Talia Winters. Past tense." Oh, the things to give, to have that space back, to take back all the wasted time and meet her all over again. Do it right.
Sip. The burn of vodka.
Do it right. Woo her from the start. "Would that I could."
Her face flushed at the thought of Winters' blonde head bowed to her. Kneeling in her quarters. Waiting for Susan's command. Waiting for her desire. "Oh, yes." She sagged back against the sofa, vodka left on the table, eyes shut. Seeing gold under her hand. "Yes." Bare skin in contrast to her own blue gown. Talia waiting, naked, excited. For permission. For her.
Bending, long white expanse of back, gold pooling on the floor. Delicate kisses on her feet. Lips caressing the inside of her ankle. Susan moaned. Knees buckled. On the sofa, she pushed back into the cushion. Presenting a body to be inched up slowly. Carefully. She left her hands at her side.
Tenderest flicking kisses, dallying near her knee. Pushing fabric slowly up her body. Susan tugged a little, and sighed as she ground against the sofa cushion with bare buttocks. Gasping, almost a moan at the insistent mouth on her thigh. Her own fingers dug into the flesh of her other leg. She drew a knee up, opening herself to pleasure. Nipples brushed by satiny fabric.
Warmth. Blonde hair. Tickling her hips. Mouth open. A true moan. Arching up to the gentle pressure on her clitoris. Talia's mouth, open. Stroking her. Carrying her forward. Pausing, to draw out the glory.
One hand hidden in the river of gold. Commanding her desire. Body straining against pressure, oh the pleasure of it, to not have to say aloud, the best spot is here, a woman knows the right spot as she knows her own body.
Yes. Here. Oh, yes, oh, that mouth, give it to me.
Susan strained one last time, a soft cry in orgasm, her fingers pressing against her own body.
Subsiding, keeping her eyes shut to block out the truth. For a moment. That no one was there. No Talia.
Time, once passed, cannot be re-written.
And the hour of the wolf rolled slowly.
Archived by author's permission
Mild spoilers for 4th season B5 episode, Z'Ha'Dum.
Warmth. Blond hair. Brunette dreams. "I can't believe I told her." You have to give this up, Susan. Damn it! I've given up enough! We were just getting started. Can't believe I opened my mouth to Delenn and said, "I think I loved Talia". "I think." No, you know. You were just afraid to admit it.
Sniffle.
There's no one here. Oh, Michael, you too? Everything's changed so fast. You're all gone. I need you. I need you back. I can't carry this alone.
The raw knowledge of it. I need. Some. One. To not be alone any longer. We shared a moment.
I need you to not be dead. But you all are. Michael. John, not Captain, just John. Talia. Talia, Talia, Talia. Left me. Left me behind.
Aloud. "I loved Talia Winters. Past tense." Oh, the things to give, to have that space back, to take back all the wasted time and meet her all over again. Do it right.
Sip. The burn of vodka.
Do it right. Woo her from the start. "Would that I could."
Her face flushed at the thought of Winters' blonde head bowed to her. Kneeling in her quarters. Waiting for Susan's command. Waiting for her desire. "Oh, yes." She sagged back against the sofa, vodka left on the table, eyes shut. Seeing gold under her hand. "Yes." Bare skin in contrast to her own blue gown. Talia waiting, naked, excited. For permission. For her.
Bending, long white expanse of back, gold pooling on the floor. Delicate kisses on her feet. Lips caressing the inside of her ankle. Susan moaned. Knees buckled. On the sofa, she pushed back into the cushion. Presenting a body to be inched up slowly. Carefully. She left her hands at her side.
Tenderest flicking kisses, dallying near her knee. Pushing fabric slowly up her body. Susan tugged a little, and sighed as she ground against the sofa cushion with bare buttocks. Gasping, almost a moan at the insistent mouth on her thigh. Her own fingers dug into the flesh of her other leg. She drew a knee up, opening herself to pleasure. Nipples brushed by satiny fabric.
Warmth. Blonde hair. Tickling her hips. Mouth open. A true moan. Arching up to the gentle pressure on her clitoris. Talia's mouth, open. Stroking her. Carrying her forward. Pausing, to draw out the glory.
One hand hidden in the river of gold. Commanding her desire. Body straining against pressure, oh the pleasure of it, to not have to say aloud, the best spot is here, a woman knows the right spot as she knows her own body.
Yes. Here. Oh, yes, oh, that mouth, give it to me.
Susan strained one last time, a soft cry in orgasm, her fingers pressing against her own body.
Subsiding, keeping her eyes shut to block out the truth. For a moment. That no one was there. No Talia.
Time, once passed, cannot be re-written.
And the hour of the wolf rolled slowly.