The Wish
by Pagan Twylight
Malek watched her. He watched her eat. He watched her walk. He watched her sit, bored, in council meetings.
She stretched her back, tiredly. She was beautiful. She was tired. He offered to rub her back. She was his assignment.
She smiled gratefully and agreed. In his room, she sank to his bed. He put his hands on her back and massaged her. Her skin was like silk.
She moaned in relief. His hands on her distended stomach, he wished again it was his. He held her, kissed her.
Samantha cried. For Martouf; for them. He wished she was his.