Title:
Sometimes
Author: trixie
Disclaimer: We'd only be so lucky to have this happen.
Jason Katims owns
Rating: NC 17
Author's Notes: Yay! Slash... f/f
Feedback: yes, please! trixiefirecra16@hotmail.com
Summary: Isabel has a secret...
When I meet her sometimes I feel guilty. I know I'm
betraying my brother. I know in some ways I'm betraying
Alex. But it's not like I can care. Perhaps it's the
vestiges of Vilandra still festering deep within the
marrow of my bones. At heart... all I am is a bitch.
Someone who destroys lives. I did so on our planet- so
what is different about this one?
And then there are times I feel exhilariated. She is not
mine really. She is his, of course. His
"soulmate", his "lover". Of course he
doesn't know what her sweat tastes like. What her tongue
feels like on his belly. I know all that, and it makes me
exhilirated. Because in those brief, violent moments we
steal away- she is mine and I am her's and no one can
take that. Not even destiny. Not even that goddamn gun
shot he saved her from. That's when he sealed the deal.
She was supposed to belong to him from then on, and no
one questioned that. At first- not even me.
We meet in the desert sometimes. Late, so that the stars
are the sole watchers of our frantic kisses. I'm always
the first to arrive- usually minutes, sometimes seconds
before her. She comes towards me, breathless, her hair
shining under the moon, and she says, "Isabel"
and I'm lost to her voice because it sounds like home.
I take her in my arms then, her tiny body, so slight
against mine. She is small... perfect. Sometimes she
reaches up and loops her fingers through the strands of
my hair, as if memorizing their thickness- as if testing
to see if I will break.
"I won't..." I whisper and she smiles, her
mouth capturing mine.
She tastes like sweet rain and the candy that you buy in
huge bins at the dime store. When I kiss her I tremble
and she lowers her body onto the sand, taking me with her
so we can lie side by side, facing each other. Her skin
has a golden sheen that I eat up with my gaze. It looks
like something precious and every day, when she waits
tables at the Crashdown, her eyes avoiding mine, I think
of this exact moment- when I am about to caress her
flesh.
"Isabel," she moans imperceptibly when I
finally slide my fingers over her breasts and flat
stomach and move my tongue down the silkiness of her neck
and throat. I taste her in my dreams, in my waking hours.
When I take a sip of orange juice in the morning... it
isn't the fruit that drenches my mouth, it's her...
summer rain and candy kisses.
When we're naked and we're crushed together, desperately,
feverishly, our lips and tongues the only solace we
possess, I always murmur, "I love you."
She doesn't say it back. Not right then. But when I glide
my fingers into her center, inside her, and touch her
where my brother never has... and never will, she groans-
"I love you, Isabel... I love you."
Even though it's torn from her, I smile.
"I love you too, Liz," I murmur and think of
tomorrow... when I will have to give her back to the
world, and become dependent once more on sometimes.
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