Disclaimer: Big shock, I don't own 'em! I'm just messing around, stealin' 'em, cause I can't even rent 'em! How sad is that? So if you still feel compelled to sue, well, you have to have like no life!
Author's Notes: What can I say, I opened a new word document, typed the first A/M line that came to me, and we were off. So pretty please, no blaming me when this totally sucks! Be a sport and read it anyway, okay? And then you can rant or rave to me in e-mail. Isn't that so much better then just stopping right now? I mean you already went to the trouble of clicking the link and everything!
Story Notes: Takes place WAY post season 3. What can I say, I figure I can deal with how the plot got pretty messed up at the end of the last season, so long as I don't really mention it! Ha, go far enough into the future and anything's possible!
Summary: After the transgenic/human war is over, and everyone is settled, how has life turned out?
Rated: R (for bad language.)
Feedback: Love it? Hate it? Go on, you'll be my best friend! See, all you have to do is click the little link! goddess_delenn@yahoo.com
Date Started/Date Finished: March 28th, 2003
Just Convenient
By Delenn
At first I figured it was just sex. Great sex, admittedly, but I tried not to analyze it further. What can I say, they way things had been going I just wanted something uncomplicated. Something that could just happen, that I couldn't fuck up; like everything else.
I mean, in the middle of a fucking war, what do you expect? Gee, while everybody else is busting their asses off for freedom and equality, I'll just sit here and doodle love poems. It wasn't like that.
After my last non-relationship, I knew something simple was in order, something that wouldn't leave me curled up in a ball crying for months. I didn't want to give my fucking heart away, because I knew one more betrayal would break it.
Betrayal, do you have any idea how much I hate it? And how often the damn universe insists on screwing me over and having someone I love betray me somehow. My proxy-brother, my boyfriend that never really was, my family, my friends, my life, I couldn't add another person to that list!
I couldn't afford it, not when I had to stay tough and stay strong. I was leading something I never wanted to, all I wanted was to live in peace without having to look over my shoulder.
So, yeah, I figured it was just mind-blowing, weak in the knees, sex. Shoot me for being that naive, won't someone? I mean, god, what the fuck did I think I was going to happen?
Maybe I thought it was just sex because I hoped that was all he though, but you know what they say, if you have that much passion, it's an uncontrollable thing. I hated him sometimes, and god if he didn't hate me, but at the end of the day, it didn't matter, because we were both there.
What I want to know is when it went from sex to me loving him with every fiber of my being. Punching out the bitches that dared to comment on what was mine and letting us go on so long.
When the war ended, it should have too, I could have said it was convenience, he would have let it slide even if he didn't buy it. But I kept it going, let us go from being handy to belonging to one another. Let him fuck me until I didn't even want to think of anyone else.
In retrospect, I guess it was never just sex, it was always there, like I said, passion. Did I mention he's an incredible kisser? Yeah, see that's the only reason I keep him around. And why is it that I can't even say that with a straight face anymore?
Damn it all to hell, I didn't want to love him, but I guess I always did.
Author's Notes: What can I say, I opened a new word document, typed the first A/M line that came to me, and we were off. So pretty please, no blaming me when this totally sucks! Be a sport and read it anyway, okay? And then you can rant or rave to me in e-mail. Isn't that so much better then just stopping right now? I mean you already went to the trouble of clicking the link and everything!
Story Notes: Takes place WAY post season 3. What can I say, I figure I can deal with how the plot got pretty messed up at the end of the last season, so long as I don't really mention it! Ha, go far enough into the future and anything's possible!
Summary: After the transgenic/human war is over, and everyone is settled, how has life turned out?
Rated: R (for bad language.)
Feedback: Love it? Hate it? Go on, you'll be my best friend! See, all you have to do is click the little link! goddess_delenn@yahoo.com
Date Started/Date Finished: March 28th, 2003
By Delenn
At first I figured it was just sex. Great sex, admittedly, but I tried not to analyze it further. What can I say, they way things had been going I just wanted something uncomplicated. Something that could just happen, that I couldn't fuck up; like everything else.
I mean, in the middle of a fucking war, what do you expect? Gee, while everybody else is busting their asses off for freedom and equality, I'll just sit here and doodle love poems. It wasn't like that.
After my last non-relationship, I knew something simple was in order, something that wouldn't leave me curled up in a ball crying for months. I didn't want to give my fucking heart away, because I knew one more betrayal would break it.
Betrayal, do you have any idea how much I hate it? And how often the damn universe insists on screwing me over and having someone I love betray me somehow. My proxy-brother, my boyfriend that never really was, my family, my friends, my life, I couldn't add another person to that list!
I couldn't afford it, not when I had to stay tough and stay strong. I was leading something I never wanted to, all I wanted was to live in peace without having to look over my shoulder.
So, yeah, I figured it was just mind-blowing, weak in the knees, sex. Shoot me for being that naive, won't someone? I mean, god, what the fuck did I think I was going to happen?
Maybe I thought it was just sex because I hoped that was all he though, but you know what they say, if you have that much passion, it's an uncontrollable thing. I hated him sometimes, and god if he didn't hate me, but at the end of the day, it didn't matter, because we were both there.
What I want to know is when it went from sex to me loving him with every fiber of my being. Punching out the bitches that dared to comment on what was mine and letting us go on so long.
When the war ended, it should have too, I could have said it was convenience, he would have let it slide even if he didn't buy it. But I kept it going, let us go from being handy to belonging to one another. Let him fuck me until I didn't even want to think of anyone else.
In retrospect, I guess it was never just sex, it was always there, like I said, passion. Did I mention he's an incredible kisser? Yeah, see that's the only reason I keep him around. And why is it that I can't even say that with a straight face anymore?
Damn it all to hell, I didn't want to love him, but I guess I always did.
