FIRST
ANNIVERSARY
Author: B5
Alley Cat
Disclaimer:
I don't own these characters and I don't
profit from
this work of fiction.
Thanks to
Lynda for Betaing this story and Ange for
listening to
my craziness while I was writing this.
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Note:This
takes place six months after they are
married it
is called First Anniversary because it was
the first
one John and Delenn celebrated.
John
Sheridan could not remember a time in his
personal
life when he had been happier. The handsome
6'2"
hazel-eyed captain had been smiling all day,
thinking
about the plans has for the evening with his
wife, as
soon as his shift in C and C was over.
Nothing had
been able to bring him out of the euphoria
he was
experiencing today. Not the blustering antics
of the Drazi
Ambassador; not the theatrical
machinations
of the Centauri Ambassador; Not even the
ongoing
fight for earth against that megalomaniac,
President
Clark.
It was his
anniversary and he had made a vow to
himself to
let nothing tarnish the day. Six months.
Six
wonderful, glorious months of being married to the
most
beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, loving
woman in the
world, he thought to himself. Captain
Sheridan's
thoughts continued to be of his wife as he
gazed out
the observation window in C and C with a
contented
smile on his face.
Twenty
minutes later the doors to C and C slid open,
his
replacement entered the nerve center of the
station and
relieved him of his post. After leaving
instructions
that he was only to be interrupted
tonight if
the station was in danger of leaving its
orbit,
Sheridan strolled out of C and C softly
whistling
the tune to a love song he couldn't remember
the title
of.
Before
heading to his quarters, the Captain stopped
off in the
Zocolo to pick up the huge "Forever Love"
Bouquet he
had special ordered for tonight. The
gorgeous
arrangement had four red Roses, two pink,
peach,
yellow and white roses, two yellow, white,
purple and
red Chrysanthemums and two red and yellow
tulips,
along with a few sprigs of Baby's Breath.
After
leaving the florist, Sheridan headed over to
Madam X's
Boutique to pick up the new negligee he had
bought
earlier for Delenn. The owner had promised to
have it gift
wrapped and waiting for him. By the time
John got
back to his quarter's it was nineteen hundred
twenty
hours. He placed the wrapped flowers and gift
box on the
kitchen counter. Next he headed over to the
com unit to
call the Fresh Air Restaurant one more
time to
check to make sure the dinner and Sparkling
Cider he had
ordered were going to be delivered on
time at
nineteen hundred forty five hours. Once
the
restaurant
had assured him for the third time that
day, that
everything would be on time and to his
specifications,
the anxious captain made his way into
the bathroom
for a quick shower and shave.
He had just
slid a pair of royal blue silk boxers up
his long
muscular legs, when the door chimed.
"Just a
minute," he shouted from his bedroom. John
pulled his
pants over his boxers and shrugged into a
white cotton
undershirt before making his way into the
front room
to answer the door. Once he reached the
door he
commanded it to cycle open, allowing the
delivery
personnel to enter with his meal order.
After
ushering the delivery personnel out the door,
Sheridan
rushed into his bedroom to finish getting
dressed.
Looking into the full-length mirror to check
his
appearance one more time, John straightened his
tie before
heading into the main room to light the
white taper
candles in anticipation of his wife's
arrival. At
precisely twenty hundred hours, the door
chimed.
"Come
in," Sheridan called out.
"Good
evening John," said Delenn as she entered his
quarters and
met her handsome husband in the middle of
the floor to
receive his welcoming kiss.
"How
was your day beautiful?" John greeted her before
he drew her
further into his embrace and kissed her
again.
"It was
fine, but it is better now that all the work
is out of
the way and I am free to spend the rest of
the evening
alone with you, my love," Delenn replied
before
inquiring of Sheridan how his day went.
"Rather
dull and boring until I started fantasizing
about my
sexy wife lying naked beneath me in bed," was
John's
flirtatious rejoinder.
"Lying
passively beneath you. I would think you would
have been
more creative considering what a special
occasion
tonight is," Delenn sarcastically retorted.
"You,
dear heart, have never lain passively, beneath
me, on top
of me or in any other position. If memory
serves me
right, my love, it was you who pushed me
down on your
bed and had me undressed in less than
five minutes
after closing your bedroom doors on the
night of our
Shan Fal. Not to mention our wedding
night. As I
recall, you, my precious wife, who had
just been
initiated into the world of lovemaking a few
short hours
ago, insisted we try some "tantric"
position you
had read about in your study of human
sexuality..."
Before her
spouse could go on recounting their past
romantic
episodes, Delenn brought a hand from around
his neck and
placed it on his lips. "Yes, lets not
mention
those now. I think we should table this
conversation
until later on when we have moved into
the bedroom.
For now, I think we should concentrate on
our
"other" appetites, intoned Delenn, effectively
changing the
subject.
John realized
Delenn's tactic but let her get away
with it
anyway, because he didn't want the meal he had
ordered to
go to waste.
"Mmm,
something smells delicious," whispered Delenn as
she sniffed
the air.
Releasing
Delenn from his hold, her husband stepped
back, gave a
slight bow at the waist, while swinging
his right
hand out from left to right in a grand
sweeping
gesture and said, "After you, my lady".
When Delenn
reached the elegantly set table, she
gasped,
"Oh John, it is beautiful".
"Thank
you my love, but it pales in comparison to
you,"
Sheridan whispered in her ear using his sexiest
voice as he
pulled out her chair for her.
Throughout
dinner, while they ate, John kept devouring
Delenn, with
a smoldering look in his magnificent
hazel eyes.
She blushed and unconsciously licked her
lips at the
all-consuming look her husband had just
given her.
Suddenly the
normally, unfailingly composed ambassador
was no
longer hungry for the scrumptious meal, now
lying
forgotten in front of her, but was ravenous for
her husband.
Seeing his soulmate's delicate tongue
suddenly
shoot out and tantalizingly lick her soft,
pink lips
was Sheridan's undoing. He didn't need a
thermometer
to know his temperature had risen several
degrees, and
if the snugness he was starting to
experience
from his trousers was any indication, it
wasn't the
only thing "going up".
Gazing into
the love of his life's eyes, John couldn't
help the
barely audible growl, that escaped his lips
when he saw
the flare of passion intensify in her
exotic
Minbari eyes. No words were needed as
John
stood up and
walked around to Delenn's chair and
pulled it
out for her before helping her stand up.
Taking both
her hands in his, John Sheridan lightly
kissed the
inside of her left wrist and then right one
before
capturing her lips in a powerful, provocative,
passionate
kiss. As the steamy lip lock ended, John
breathed
out, "I love you" before leading his wife
into their
bedroom.
"Sit,"
he softly intoned as they neared the king sized
bed, he had
purchased on Earth a few days before they
were
married. He pulled back the light Blue hand made
quilt
depicting a Minbari Sunrise and an Earth Sunset,
Ivanova had
given them yesterday at the surprise
Anniversary Party
she Michael and Stephen had throw
them, with a
private admonishment that she already had
her cousin
started on making a matching receiving
blanket for
her Godchild, so didn't he think he and
Delenn
should get started on making said Godchild.
Once she was
seated on the bed, Delenn reached out to
pull John
down on the bed with her. He only allowed
her to pull
him down far enough for another breath
taking kiss,
but not down low enough to touch the bed.
Gently
disengaging himself from her sweet lips, John
stood up
straight, placed his forefinger to his lips,
kissed it,
and then tenderly touched it to his wife's
lips saying,
"Just a little longer my love. I want
tonight to
be special".
Sheridan
started to move away from the bed to
implement
the rest of his romantic plans for the
evening.
Delenn reached out and grabbed his hand
before he
could move out of her reach. "John
my
love,"
she said and waited until he was looking at her
again before
continuing, "It pleases me that you took
the time and
went through so much trouble to make
tonight
special for me, for us, but while I am
flattered, I
want you to know that you do not have to
expend so
much effort to make me happy. I am content
because each
time I look in your eyes, I see how much
you love me
and every time you worship my body with
yours; I
feel special".
The
sincerity in her eyes and words increased her
husband's
love for her a hundred fold. He forgot about
the candles
surrounding the bed that needed to be lit;
the flower
arrangement still on the kitchen counter;
also
forgotten was the massage oil, he wanted to warm,
sitting by
the side of the bed; the music crystal he
wanted to be
playing softly in the background. John
even forgot
about the sexy new red and black lace
nightgown he
had planned to watch Delenn put on,
before he
took it right back off again, kissing ever
inch of her
body as he went.
At that
moment, Sheridan forgot everything but his
beautiful
lover sitting in front of him, as he, with
infinite
care, laid her back upon the pillow, covered
her with his
firm, muscular body and began kissing her
as if there
was no tomorrow. Frenzied kissing evolved
into the
hasty removal of clothing. Popped buttons,
ripped seams
could be considered tomorrow, for now
none of that
mattered. All that was important was that
the clothing
was no longer an obstacle in reaching the
parts of
their lover's body that they sought.
As their
caresses became more intimate, their bodies
were blazing
with the need to be joined. John moved
back up her
body and captured Delenn's lips in another
mind blowing
kiss as he gave into his body's craving
and became
one with Delenn. They made love with wild
abandon, the
first time, satisfying the desires of
their
bodies. The second time was infinitely slower
and more
sensual because this time it was to satisfy
their souls.
John prolonged their climax until the
pleasure was
so overwhelming he thought he would black
out if he
didn't release his seed at that instant.
In the wee
hours before dawn, as they lay together
holding each
other, Sheridan remembered that he had
never given
Delenn her anniversary present. He was
about to get
up out of bed to go get it, but as he
looked down
at her lovely face, John noticed that
sleep was
fast overtaking her. I guess the gift will
have to wait
until tomorrow, he thought. Sheridan
reached down
and pulled the quilt up over his mate's
shoulders
before snuggling up even tighter with her.
As his eyes
began to drift shut, his last conscious
thought was
that maybe soon, Delenn and he would be
able to use
that receiving blanket.