Week 17: Release
(LEGACY comics - Jariah Syn, Deliah Blue)
A/N: I blame this one on Legacy issue #37. The Syn/Blue crack!ship is sooooo close to being canon, it squeaks!
Yearning
Jariah would catch himself watching her - Deliah - the woman he'd always thought of as a sister. He'd catch himself noticing the fresh smell of her hair, the way her clothes accented her curves, the times that her smile would make his whole day suddenly seem brighter.
He'd watch her with Cade and wonder how it would feel to have her play with his hair or trace the tattoos on his arm with her fingertips. She'd go to Cade's cabin and he'd go back to his holovids or games and try not to think about what was happening in that room.
Jealousy
She said it wasn't jealously. That Zeltrons don't 'do' jealous. But Jariah saw the way she looked at Cade with other women and how quickly she turned away. Deliah could have any man any time she wanted, but she always went back to the ship to find something to fix.
She could say it all day long, but he remembered holding her that night on Had Abbadon while Cade had been with Rae. She'd clung to him and told him how bad it hurt...and all he could do was stroke her hair and tell her it would be all right.
Possession
He'd offered to keep her company some night if she got lonely, but he never expected her to knock on his cabin door.
She came in wearing something soft and clingy and her smile or eyes or pheromones made him weak in the knees. He sank to the edge of the bed and she straddled his legs, touching him until his shirt was off and her clingy, soft something was on the floor. He kicked off his boots and pulled her close. Then she kissed him, toying with his hair, and it felt better than he'd ever imagined it would.
Addiction
She was sweet and tangy and soft and she made him feel like a god instead of a man. She left his cabin early in the morning and he stared at the ceiling the rest of the night, inhaling her scent lingering on his pillow.
The next day, she only winked at him but his mouth went dry and his heart thudded so loud he just knew Cade would hear it.
Cade.
Jariah could predict his best friend most days, but this would go down one of two ways if he found out: Cade would congratulate him or kill him.
Wanting
He'd catch her watching him and he'd drag his eyes away and go about his business like nothing ever happened. Or, that's what he hoped it looked like, anyway. They worked and joked and argued like always until the day he found her in the engine room alone and she smiled, all covered in grease, and said, "Cade's asleep." It was all she needed to say. Burying his fingers in her hair and pressing his lips against her neck, he guided her to a semi-clean ledge where she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.