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Happy New Year everyone!! Here's another dose of double-standards Firefly to start it off, and the suspense I promised. :o)
Chapter 19: Keeping up appearances.
Brennan put his arm round her waist as they made their way back to her room. She had always had an almost photographic memory, so getting back the way they came was easy for her.
"How come you can contact Emma?" he asked on their way back.
"I don't know actually. Yesterday I suddenly felt she was in my mind, and I found that I had this new power as well." She lifted her head to look at him. "Do you know how disconcerting it is to find you have so many new powers?"
"I can only imagine how difficult it must be. I was freaked enough with my one power," he replied. "You seem to be coping well though," he smiled.
"I've got you," she whispered as she buried her head into his shoulder.
They found their way back into her room and she flopped down onto the many cushions strewn around. He stood at her feet, looking down at her with a smile.
"You know, the red silk and all that gold actually suit you."
She smiled coyly at him. "Really? I only keep it on because I don't know what else to wear." She paused as she studied herself. "I suppose I also like the way it makes me feel."
"And how's that?"
"Like a princess," she replied, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks. He dropped to his knees and moved up until he was hovering over her. She looked into his eyes as he whispered,
"You look beautiful." He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his own. Her hands crept up and stroked his back as the kiss became more passionate. Their tongues entwined, the sparks flew, and soon she was pulling at his t-shirt, trying to get it off. He pulled it off himself impatiently, then returned to untying the knot that held the material across her breasts.
"We can't do this," she whispered, suddenly stopping.
Brennan pulled himself away from her with difficulty. "Why? What's wrong?"
"This doesn't feel right, Bren."
"What's wrong, Rosa?" he repeated, increasingly perplexed.
She sat up and pushed him away gently. "I'm not ready. Too much has happened within the past few days." She looked up at him in remorse. "Please say you understand."
He swallowed as he took a deep breath to calm his emotions. "Of course, babe."
"I just need some time."
He smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't worry about it. After all, we have all the time in the world," he joked feebly. He took one last look at her sitting among the disturbed cushions before he stroked her face gently and got to his feet, saying, "I'll be in my room, OK?"
He dozed for only a couple of hours before he was woken by noises from Rosa's room. He was instantly alert and ready for action. Had they discovered Rosa's plans for them and retaliated? Were they torturing her? Had they pounced as she slept? A million and one thoughts ran through his mind as he raced the short distance between his room and hers. He crashed through the door, ready to face anything, fight anyone, but all he saw was Rosa and one other man. He was young, probably about 18 if he was any judge, Brennan thought he was the one who brought the food every mealtime. And he was lying naked on the bed, under Rosa. Brennan stopped dead as she turned to see what the noise had been. He was speechless as he took in the scene.
She stood up, unashamed of her nakedness and walked towards him as the boy on the bed grabbed the covers over himself, embarrassed.
"What's wrong Bren?" she asked, concern on her face. Still he could not speak. "What is it? Jealous that I couldn't face being intimate with you, but could with him?"
"Why?" he managed to utter through the shock.
She smiled seductively as she approached him. "A bit of fun?" she suggested. "Oh, don't get me wrong," she continued as she pressed her naked body against him and fondled his hair. "I still love you. I could never love anyone like I love you."
"Then why are you doing this to me? To our relationship?"
"Because I am Firefly," she stated boldly. "Fancy joining in? The least I could do after I woke you up," she offered as she nibbled his ear.
He pushed her away, still staring at her in disbelief, then walked out of the room in a daze. She stood there for a second before she turned back to the bed decisively, pulling a length of red silk around her, toga- style, and following him, leaving behind a bemused and very naked young man.
As she entered his room, she could see him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. At the sound of her entry, he raised his head to look at her.
She went over to him and sat beside him. Putting an arm around him, she said "Bren, I'm sorry if this has upset you, but some things have to be seen to be done."
"Like sleeping with random men?" he spat at her.
"If that's what it takes to keep up the image and the respect, then yes."
"I'm not sure I can cope with this sort of relationship, Rosa," he continued.
She sat back as she looked searchingly at him. "Are you sure? I certainly don't want to lose you Bren."
He looked at her in disbelief. "How can I continue sharing you with other men, just for the sake of an image? I thought I meant more to you than that."
As he spoke, he face went blank for a second. Slowly her eyes glowed as they focused and narrowed, and she frowned and whispered, "Get out of my head, Emma."
"Rosa?" he said again hopefully.
She studied his face for a while, then got up and made her way to the door. As she reached the doorway, she stopped and turned to look at him once more. "Bren, believe me, I really regret this, but if you're going to be this much trouble, I'm going to have to hand you over to the Preachers."
He stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
She simply walked out of the room as several men strode in, grabbed his arms and frog marched him out. As he passed her in the corridor, he yelled at her. "Rosa, why are you doing this? You said you loved me."
"I always will," she whispered to him. She directed her attention to the Preachers. "Get him ready for Elimination this evening."
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"Emma!" Jesse cried as he watched his girlfriend fall to the floor with an agonised expression. Adam and Jesse pulled her up and lay her on a bed.
"Emma, speak to me. Open your eyes," Adam commanded.
"Emma, come on. Wake up," Jesse yelled.
Slowly, Emma opened her eyes and sat up, tears stinging her eyes.
"What happened?" Adam demanded.
"You're right, she's not Rosa any more," she whispered, trying to hold back the tears.
"Did she get in contact with you?" James asked.
Emma shook her head. "She said we could get in contact through me if we wanted to."
"You didn't try to contact her, did you Emma? Not after I expressly told you not to?"
Emma nodded miserably. "I thought it would be safe after she told us we could. I tried to find her mind, but all I found was Firefly. I tried to communicate, but she did it again. It's like she has me in a vice. It feels like she's squeezing and tearing apart my body and my mind."
"We can't wait much longer Adam," Jesse told him.
"You're right," Adam replied. "Right, Shal, you can lead us the safe way into the warehouse, Emma, you'll be telling us who's around and what kind of defences they've got up. Jesse, you'll be covering our backs, and James," he turned to him. "You can tell us the best way to take her down. I'll put the serum antidote into a dart and we'll go in this evening."
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As always, please R&R. A big thank you to all of you who have been reviewing religiously throughout. You guys have kept me going.
Happy New Year everyone!! Here's another dose of double-standards Firefly to start it off, and the suspense I promised. :o)
Chapter 19: Keeping up appearances.
Brennan put his arm round her waist as they made their way back to her room. She had always had an almost photographic memory, so getting back the way they came was easy for her.
"How come you can contact Emma?" he asked on their way back.
"I don't know actually. Yesterday I suddenly felt she was in my mind, and I found that I had this new power as well." She lifted her head to look at him. "Do you know how disconcerting it is to find you have so many new powers?"
"I can only imagine how difficult it must be. I was freaked enough with my one power," he replied. "You seem to be coping well though," he smiled.
"I've got you," she whispered as she buried her head into his shoulder.
They found their way back into her room and she flopped down onto the many cushions strewn around. He stood at her feet, looking down at her with a smile.
"You know, the red silk and all that gold actually suit you."
She smiled coyly at him. "Really? I only keep it on because I don't know what else to wear." She paused as she studied herself. "I suppose I also like the way it makes me feel."
"And how's that?"
"Like a princess," she replied, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks. He dropped to his knees and moved up until he was hovering over her. She looked into his eyes as he whispered,
"You look beautiful." He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his own. Her hands crept up and stroked his back as the kiss became more passionate. Their tongues entwined, the sparks flew, and soon she was pulling at his t-shirt, trying to get it off. He pulled it off himself impatiently, then returned to untying the knot that held the material across her breasts.
"We can't do this," she whispered, suddenly stopping.
Brennan pulled himself away from her with difficulty. "Why? What's wrong?"
"This doesn't feel right, Bren."
"What's wrong, Rosa?" he repeated, increasingly perplexed.
She sat up and pushed him away gently. "I'm not ready. Too much has happened within the past few days." She looked up at him in remorse. "Please say you understand."
He swallowed as he took a deep breath to calm his emotions. "Of course, babe."
"I just need some time."
He smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't worry about it. After all, we have all the time in the world," he joked feebly. He took one last look at her sitting among the disturbed cushions before he stroked her face gently and got to his feet, saying, "I'll be in my room, OK?"
He dozed for only a couple of hours before he was woken by noises from Rosa's room. He was instantly alert and ready for action. Had they discovered Rosa's plans for them and retaliated? Were they torturing her? Had they pounced as she slept? A million and one thoughts ran through his mind as he raced the short distance between his room and hers. He crashed through the door, ready to face anything, fight anyone, but all he saw was Rosa and one other man. He was young, probably about 18 if he was any judge, Brennan thought he was the one who brought the food every mealtime. And he was lying naked on the bed, under Rosa. Brennan stopped dead as she turned to see what the noise had been. He was speechless as he took in the scene.
She stood up, unashamed of her nakedness and walked towards him as the boy on the bed grabbed the covers over himself, embarrassed.
"What's wrong Bren?" she asked, concern on her face. Still he could not speak. "What is it? Jealous that I couldn't face being intimate with you, but could with him?"
"Why?" he managed to utter through the shock.
She smiled seductively as she approached him. "A bit of fun?" she suggested. "Oh, don't get me wrong," she continued as she pressed her naked body against him and fondled his hair. "I still love you. I could never love anyone like I love you."
"Then why are you doing this to me? To our relationship?"
"Because I am Firefly," she stated boldly. "Fancy joining in? The least I could do after I woke you up," she offered as she nibbled his ear.
He pushed her away, still staring at her in disbelief, then walked out of the room in a daze. She stood there for a second before she turned back to the bed decisively, pulling a length of red silk around her, toga- style, and following him, leaving behind a bemused and very naked young man.
As she entered his room, she could see him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. At the sound of her entry, he raised his head to look at her.
She went over to him and sat beside him. Putting an arm around him, she said "Bren, I'm sorry if this has upset you, but some things have to be seen to be done."
"Like sleeping with random men?" he spat at her.
"If that's what it takes to keep up the image and the respect, then yes."
"I'm not sure I can cope with this sort of relationship, Rosa," he continued.
She sat back as she looked searchingly at him. "Are you sure? I certainly don't want to lose you Bren."
He looked at her in disbelief. "How can I continue sharing you with other men, just for the sake of an image? I thought I meant more to you than that."
As he spoke, he face went blank for a second. Slowly her eyes glowed as they focused and narrowed, and she frowned and whispered, "Get out of my head, Emma."
"Rosa?" he said again hopefully.
She studied his face for a while, then got up and made her way to the door. As she reached the doorway, she stopped and turned to look at him once more. "Bren, believe me, I really regret this, but if you're going to be this much trouble, I'm going to have to hand you over to the Preachers."
He stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
She simply walked out of the room as several men strode in, grabbed his arms and frog marched him out. As he passed her in the corridor, he yelled at her. "Rosa, why are you doing this? You said you loved me."
"I always will," she whispered to him. She directed her attention to the Preachers. "Get him ready for Elimination this evening."
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"Emma!" Jesse cried as he watched his girlfriend fall to the floor with an agonised expression. Adam and Jesse pulled her up and lay her on a bed.
"Emma, speak to me. Open your eyes," Adam commanded.
"Emma, come on. Wake up," Jesse yelled.
Slowly, Emma opened her eyes and sat up, tears stinging her eyes.
"What happened?" Adam demanded.
"You're right, she's not Rosa any more," she whispered, trying to hold back the tears.
"Did she get in contact with you?" James asked.
Emma shook her head. "She said we could get in contact through me if we wanted to."
"You didn't try to contact her, did you Emma? Not after I expressly told you not to?"
Emma nodded miserably. "I thought it would be safe after she told us we could. I tried to find her mind, but all I found was Firefly. I tried to communicate, but she did it again. It's like she has me in a vice. It feels like she's squeezing and tearing apart my body and my mind."
"We can't wait much longer Adam," Jesse told him.
"You're right," Adam replied. "Right, Shal, you can lead us the safe way into the warehouse, Emma, you'll be telling us who's around and what kind of defences they've got up. Jesse, you'll be covering our backs, and James," he turned to him. "You can tell us the best way to take her down. I'll put the serum antidote into a dart and we'll go in this evening."
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As always, please R&R. A big thank you to all of you who have been reviewing religiously throughout. You guys have kept me going.