Shadows and Light 24/?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Authors Note 2: I just bought the season three box set of B5. I'm watching the episode with the Denn'Sha right now. Does a happy dance.
Flarn!
I hesitantly returned Neroon's embrace resting my head on his broad shoulder. In what started out as a simple one-sided hug, Neroon tightened his arms around me when it became clear I wasn't going to pull away. Instead I wrapped my arms around his waist as he held me to him. As I was wrapped in the heat of his body, I burrowed in closer to him nuzzling the hollow of his shoulder contentedly. For the moment I was comfortable simply being held. My hair blew slightly as Neroon laid his head on my neck. I stifled a shiver in reaction to Neroon's breath on my neck and ear, hoping Neroon remained unaware of my 'joy' at our close proximity. He did not mention it, for which I was grateful. Although I could feel his arousal through our clothing, I made no mention of it and the only sign I noticed at all was the increased pigment of my cheeks. Neroon moved closer, so that we were even more firmly intertwined together, his thigh rubbing against my groin enticingly.
"God, Neroon." I groaned helplessly, grinding against his leg. Gathering all of my self-control I pushed myself away from his chest, putting a few much-needed feet between us. "That's enough of that."
"As you wish." Neroon responded a bit hoarsely, stepping around me and heading into the outer room. I followed after a few deep breathes, and countless focus exercises.
I entered the kitchenette area to find Neroon looking through our supplies and cookware. He ignored my entrance in favor of digging through a cabinet full of crockery. I raised a questioning eyebrow when he finally looked my way when Neroon began setting the table on the opposite side of the room.
"I will make us dinner, and then we will get ready for bed." Neroon answered my un asked question calmly as I sat down at the table. [Quite a difference between the Neroon of a few months ago, and this domesticated version of him. Snort. I wonder what he'd look like in just a 'Kiss the Chef' apron?]
"Er… sounds good." I answered belatedly, fanning myself with the placeholder in front of me. "What were you planning on making?"
"Flarn." Neroon told me as he turned back around to look through the cabinets. Thankfully he didn't see my face drop in disappointment, before I forced a pleased smile onto my face.
"Sounds… tasty." I enthused convincingly only to be surprised when Neroon turned around to look at me in astonishment.
"I was actually planning on making a grain-based pasta with a sauce, but since it seems you have your heart set on flarn, I suppose I can make that instead." Neroon responded half-heartedly.
"Um…"
"Personally I do not like the taste, having eaten it daily during training with the Star Riders." Neroon continued.
"Thank god." I exclaimed fervently, as Neroon looked at me in questioning amusement. "I hate the god awful stuff, but didn't want to disappoint you, since most Minbari seem to favor it."
"You would be surprised. I believe it is a matter of merely becoming accustomed to it, rather than any true affinity to the food. So shall I make the pasta, then?"
"Yes thank you." I answered, getting up from my seat. "What can I do to help?"
"You may cut the vegetables finely while I cook the rest. I will put it into the sauce once that is completed." Neroon suggested passing me various green vegetables from this planet.
"Hopefully none of these things are poisonous." I murmured as I chopped them.
"Somehow I doubt our hosts would go to all this trouble to find us lodging only to poison us after the fact." Neroon commented reassuringly.
"True, I suppose that would be a bit foolish." I acknowledged.
A half an hour later our meal was prepared and we had set it out on the table along with a pitcher of juice. From there we sat down to eat comfortably basking in the pleasurable company and conversation. Over the following hour and a half we lingered over our finished dinner, talking of about all manner of trivial subjects. For once our interaction was calm, lacking the underlying tension of our previous encounters, even the newly recognized sexual awareness between us kept to the back burner as we continued to get to know each other better.
It began to get dark soon thereafter however causing us to realize the time that had elapsed since the beginning of the meal. Our in depth conversation came to an end as we each rinsed our dishes and cleaned the kitchen area, before walking back into the bedroom anxiously. Since I had already showered that evening I changed into a sleeping robe while Neroon washed and changed in the bathroom. He came out still damp from the water with his robe open from his waist up. I noticed his bare chest immediately but quickly averted my gaze as I sat on the opposite end of the horizontal bed.
"We can rig the bed to an angle if you wish." I suggested while still not looking in Neroon's direction.
"Thank you for thinking of it, but there are enough pillows so that I will not be sleeping horizontally." Neroon answered, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him using his superior strength causing me to gasp in surprise.
"Calm down, Marcus." Neroon told me as he calmly lay down with me still trapped in his arms. "I have already told you of my intentions. I am not planning on mauling you, Little One. At least not until you are more amendable to the idea."
I snorted in disbelief before settling down pillowed on Neroon's chest and shoulder.
"You are as safe as you wish to be in my keeping." Neroon promised seductively, rubbing my back and neck gently. "Now go to sleep."
"You're enjoying my discomfiture exceedingly too much." I grumbled as I snuggled closer to Neroon. I was nearly asleep before I heard his whispered reply.
"Of course Little One. I find this human action of blushing fascinating, especially when you get flustered so often." Neroon told me gruffly. "All of that pink skin…"
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Authors Note 2: I just bought the season three box set of B5. I'm watching the episode with the Denn'Sha right now. Does a happy dance.
Flarn!
I hesitantly returned Neroon's embrace resting my head on his broad shoulder. In what started out as a simple one-sided hug, Neroon tightened his arms around me when it became clear I wasn't going to pull away. Instead I wrapped my arms around his waist as he held me to him. As I was wrapped in the heat of his body, I burrowed in closer to him nuzzling the hollow of his shoulder contentedly. For the moment I was comfortable simply being held. My hair blew slightly as Neroon laid his head on my neck. I stifled a shiver in reaction to Neroon's breath on my neck and ear, hoping Neroon remained unaware of my 'joy' at our close proximity. He did not mention it, for which I was grateful. Although I could feel his arousal through our clothing, I made no mention of it and the only sign I noticed at all was the increased pigment of my cheeks. Neroon moved closer, so that we were even more firmly intertwined together, his thigh rubbing against my groin enticingly.
"God, Neroon." I groaned helplessly, grinding against his leg. Gathering all of my self-control I pushed myself away from his chest, putting a few much-needed feet between us. "That's enough of that."
"As you wish." Neroon responded a bit hoarsely, stepping around me and heading into the outer room. I followed after a few deep breathes, and countless focus exercises.
I entered the kitchenette area to find Neroon looking through our supplies and cookware. He ignored my entrance in favor of digging through a cabinet full of crockery. I raised a questioning eyebrow when he finally looked my way when Neroon began setting the table on the opposite side of the room.
"I will make us dinner, and then we will get ready for bed." Neroon answered my un asked question calmly as I sat down at the table. [Quite a difference between the Neroon of a few months ago, and this domesticated version of him. Snort. I wonder what he'd look like in just a 'Kiss the Chef' apron?]
"Er… sounds good." I answered belatedly, fanning myself with the placeholder in front of me. "What were you planning on making?"
"Flarn." Neroon told me as he turned back around to look through the cabinets. Thankfully he didn't see my face drop in disappointment, before I forced a pleased smile onto my face.
"Sounds… tasty." I enthused convincingly only to be surprised when Neroon turned around to look at me in astonishment.
"I was actually planning on making a grain-based pasta with a sauce, but since it seems you have your heart set on flarn, I suppose I can make that instead." Neroon responded half-heartedly.
"Um…"
"Personally I do not like the taste, having eaten it daily during training with the Star Riders." Neroon continued.
"Thank god." I exclaimed fervently, as Neroon looked at me in questioning amusement. "I hate the god awful stuff, but didn't want to disappoint you, since most Minbari seem to favor it."
"You would be surprised. I believe it is a matter of merely becoming accustomed to it, rather than any true affinity to the food. So shall I make the pasta, then?"
"Yes thank you." I answered, getting up from my seat. "What can I do to help?"
"You may cut the vegetables finely while I cook the rest. I will put it into the sauce once that is completed." Neroon suggested passing me various green vegetables from this planet.
"Hopefully none of these things are poisonous." I murmured as I chopped them.
"Somehow I doubt our hosts would go to all this trouble to find us lodging only to poison us after the fact." Neroon commented reassuringly.
"True, I suppose that would be a bit foolish." I acknowledged.
A half an hour later our meal was prepared and we had set it out on the table along with a pitcher of juice. From there we sat down to eat comfortably basking in the pleasurable company and conversation. Over the following hour and a half we lingered over our finished dinner, talking of about all manner of trivial subjects. For once our interaction was calm, lacking the underlying tension of our previous encounters, even the newly recognized sexual awareness between us kept to the back burner as we continued to get to know each other better.
It began to get dark soon thereafter however causing us to realize the time that had elapsed since the beginning of the meal. Our in depth conversation came to an end as we each rinsed our dishes and cleaned the kitchen area, before walking back into the bedroom anxiously. Since I had already showered that evening I changed into a sleeping robe while Neroon washed and changed in the bathroom. He came out still damp from the water with his robe open from his waist up. I noticed his bare chest immediately but quickly averted my gaze as I sat on the opposite end of the horizontal bed.
"We can rig the bed to an angle if you wish." I suggested while still not looking in Neroon's direction.
"Thank you for thinking of it, but there are enough pillows so that I will not be sleeping horizontally." Neroon answered, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him using his superior strength causing me to gasp in surprise.
"Calm down, Marcus." Neroon told me as he calmly lay down with me still trapped in his arms. "I have already told you of my intentions. I am not planning on mauling you, Little One. At least not until you are more amendable to the idea."
I snorted in disbelief before settling down pillowed on Neroon's chest and shoulder.
"You are as safe as you wish to be in my keeping." Neroon promised seductively, rubbing my back and neck gently. "Now go to sleep."
"You're enjoying my discomfiture exceedingly too much." I grumbled as I snuggled closer to Neroon. I was nearly asleep before I heard his whispered reply.
"Of course Little One. I find this human action of blushing fascinating, especially when you get flustered so often." Neroon told me gruffly. "All of that pink skin…"