Title: Out of My League
Author: Coneflower Adams
Rating: G
Summary: Delbert never fails to become distracted by Amelia.
Disclaimer: Don't own Treasure Planet or the song "Out of My League" by Stephen Speaks that it's based on.
It's her hair and her eyes today. I'm trying my best to work on a speech on molecular cloning that needs to be completed by tomorrow, but the woman won't let me!
That woman is my wife, Amelia. I never thought a woman like her (or any woman for that matter) would want to marry me. Out of sheer luck or maybe a cosmic mistake, she accepted my courtship then my proposal of marriage.
Ever since I met Amelia, I've thought of something more than science. All it takes is a look from her and I go slack-jawed and lose my ability to speak. It's foolishness, I know, but I'd rather be a fool than alone with my telescope every night.
She's sitting across the room from me, leaning over maps of the etherium. Amelia can spend hours studying maps. She's always looking for new courses and territory to explore. She doesn't realize what a thrill it is for me to watch her do this.
My eyes wander up from the papers laying in front of me on my desk. She's doing it again. A perfectly manicured claw runs through her hair, stroking over and over again. It's a habit of hers that I don't think she realizes she does. Many times I've found myself staring at her and feel that I'm falling even further in love with her - if that is possible.
"Doctor."
She purses her lips in consentration as she marks off coordinates.
"Delbert."
I shake myself back to from the daydream. "Yes, Amelia?" My voice shakes along with my hand as I push my sliding glasses back in place.
She smiles slyly. "You're staring again."
I'm stunned speechless for a moment then come out of my trance. "Oh-well-I-" Why must I stutter?
Amelia stands and walks over to beside my chair. I gulp down the forming lump in my throat knowing I don't deserve her. She leans down toward me and takes my stubby little chin in her long slender fingers - her claws gently tickling my skin toying with me.
"I like when you stare."
At every kiss, I wonder if I'm dreaming because this beautiful, intelligent woman could never want a geeky, bumbling scientist like me. But when she pulls away and I see her face inches from mine, I know she's real and she loves me and she's all I'll ever need.