The End Justifies the Means
spacegypsy1
Daniel sends Vala a Christmas Card.
~0i0~
There was a red envelope on my bed when I got back from shopping with Carolyn. Hesitating, I stared at it. I know what it is. He wants to apologize for last night's fiasco. I suppose I should have gotten him a card too. Even though I repeatedly insist that 'It's Not My Fault' it is partly. I'll take his peace offering, seeing as I couldn't possibly live without him being some part of my life.
Ripping the envelope open I found a sparkly Christmas card inside. There was a precisely folded note that fell out. I had to give myself a few minutes before I read the words he'd printed. I know how he is. It must have taken him forever to write this because he always scribbles fast and almost like in a code but this was perfectly worded and hand printed, straight, without lines, in ink without a mistake.
Dear Vala,
Just because our recent attempt at a real date didn't go so well is no reason for us to abandon this ship.
I want to give you something for Christmas. And it took me a while to convince myself to give you this gift. It took the entire night. Sitting here thinking this through. So I would like for you to read this, then if you want to accept it I'll be waiting for you in my quarters.
I believe that I would have turned into one of those crotchety old men, miserable and bitter, had it not been for the intervention of a certain beautiful and crafty Super Soldier. I will never forget that day.
It's been tough for us, Vala, since then. We've not only fought the bad guys, we've fought each other. It doesn't take a psychologist to figure out why considering our pasts. As much as we want to love and be loved, the wounds of our pasts overshadowed that need.
Denying the attraction, the chemistry we have for one another would be silly. But getting past the walls we each have built would be hard work tainted by fear of opening half healed wounds.
I have a need for some hard work. I would be willing to bear the pain of opening my wounds for the reward of finally healing them forever. Forever.
I want to give you me...
There were other words. Lots of them. But I dropped the paper and dashed across the hall. I banged on his door with my fist and when he opened it I rushed ahead. Unfortunately I might have been a bit too enthusiastic as I careened headlong into him. He tripped backwards, and went sprawling on the floor. Nothing to do but hop right on top of him, straddle his hips, yank him upwards by his tee shirt and kiss him.
He mumbled, "I'll take that as a yes," as I filled his mouth with my tongue.
~END
