Title: That Ol' Sense of Community...
Author: aces
Rating: PG-ish
Warnings: Male and female kiss! Close your eyes, people!
Notes: When rewatching "Sense of Community" recently, I was shocked to discover that my mind had built up an elaborate deception on me and that this continuation of the "interrogation" scene between Darien and Helene didn't happen. So obviously I had to write it myself to rectify this horrible omission.
That Ol' "Sense of Community"...
Helene Loew: You ask me? I think he's gay.
Darien: Really? Ahhh...
"Sense of Community"
"And what about you?" Helene Loew looked at Darien Fawkes speculatively over her drink. "You don't really want to leave the community, do you?" She leaned forward a little. Darien tried to look away from the new and interesting view he had of her cleavage.
"Uh, well..." Darien wasn't paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth. Darien wasn't thinking about the green segments quickly and quietly turning red on his wrist. Darien wasn't really thinking about much of anything at all at the moment, in point of fact.
Helene slipped out of her deck chair, setting her glass down on the table as she passed. She slid into Darien's lap, casually wrapping her arms around his neck. "Come on," she whispered, smiling in what Darien had to admit was a very friendly fashion. "It's not all bad here, you know. Nobody's shooting at you, nobody's going to stab you in the back; you have everything you need..."
"Uh..." Darien looked away from her breasts only to be confronted by her lips. He forced his eyes up a little higher to meet her eyes. "My partner's house did just get blown up," he pointed out. It seemed like a reasonable counter-argument to make.
She dipped forward, long blonde hair falling over Darien's shoulder as she started mouthing at his neck. "Which is why you should just relax," she breathed into his ear, tickling the hairs right there, "and stick around. Don't make waves. There's... compensations to living here..."
She lightly kissed his lips, a teasing taste. Darien closed his eyes, kissed her in return, a back and forth dance that gradually built in intensity. He still wasn't thinking about green snake scales, and he'd kinda forgotten about explosions, and maybe if his hands had gotten anywhere near Helene Loew's breasts all thought in his head would have gone right out the window.
But while he was kissing Helene, an image of Bobby flicked into his head, Bobby holding the baseball bat and looking just a little freaked.
Darien pulled back, eyes flying open. "I can't," he said.
Helene growled and ducked her head forward toward his again, but he held up his hands in front of his face and pushed her gently out of his lap. "I can't," he repeated, standing up and inching around the woman, who was now glaring at him in a very unfriendly way. He was guiltily reminded of Bobby's assertions that she was the one trying to blow him up, and it made him want to get away from her that much faster. "I'm sorry," he said, backing out of her back yard, "I'm so sorry, don't get me wrong, I mean, you—you're—oh yeah—but Bobby's waiting for me, I can't let him down...I'm sorry..."
He fled.
Helene sucked in a breath through her teeth in frustration. "Are they all gay these days?!" she yelled.