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A Different Light
Reply to SineyaPosted to the RoswellSlash mailing list February 28, 2001
A Different Light
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. (Just drop me a line if you do....)
Rating: NC-17, slash.
Category: AU, angst
Summary: A different view....
Author's Note: Just a plot-bunny that came to me while I was, well.....plotting! Inspired by all the eruption of Liz hating and Tess degrading, because I know I'm not the only one who loves these two equally, and together.
I stared at her, uncomprehending. "But, I...I need you..."
She smiled sadly, her eyes aglow with something akin to misery.
But deeper, greater.
Her hand was pressed softly against my cheek, her thumb lightly stroking my lip as she spoke.
Her words cut into my very soul.
"I know." She traced my eyes, my nose, my lips."But we can't be together, you know that."
I nodded slowly, and my eyelashes brushed across my cheeks as she tenderly grazed my lips with hers.
"I'm sorry."My voice was shattered, broken."Please....I don't...I don't care about it....I love you!"
She pulled me closer, embracing me.
I hid my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her comforting scent.
Her hands brushed through my hair, soothingly, lingeringly, as she whispered into my ear.
"I love you too....but I can't that be the reason for your death."
I shuddered as she pulled away.
My arms felt empty without her inside them, without her warmth healing me.
I looked into her eyes, her beautiful, blue eyes, and I shuddered.
The ache spreading into my soul, my heart.
Because her eyes were brimming with tears, her body was shaking wildly.
She never cried, never trembled with grief.
That's when I knew.
I couldn't do this to her, I couldn't keep hoping that one day everything would be okay.
That we would be okay.
So when she pressed her petal-soft lips against mine, when she ran her hands heatedly over my body, when she made desperate love to me....
Her body moving slowly above me. Familiar fingers tracing the lines of my body, stroking my aching nipples.
Her tongue plunging deeply inside me, hands smoothing over my swollen flesh.
Then I tasted her. Her musky essence intoxicating, and oh so sweet.
Her glistening bundle of nerves arching underneath me as she reached her climax.
Then our mouths entwined, breathlessly.
Memories of this final embrace impressing upon our frenzied minds.....
Then she left.
I let her go.
Because I would never let harm come to her because of who I am, because of what I am.
I loved her too much.
And love is a fickle creature.
It had brought her into my life.
Now, it was taking her out.
* * *
It was pain, and it was real.
I had never felt the likes of it.
My body heaved with sobs as I ran out of her house.
Out of her arms.
Out of her life.
She had been everything to me, everything I lived for.
Everything I would die for.
But I could never, ever let her die for me.
So I left her.
And my heart.
I was blind as I ran through the street, making my way to the silver car parked in an alleyway across the street.
I opened the door mechanically, placing my keys in the ignition.
Pulling them back out as I collapsed on the steering wheel.
Torrents of salty tears streamed down my face as my body quaked brokenly against the leather interior.
"WHY?!" I let loose a scream, so torn, so aggrieved that I must have woken even the darkest pits of Hell.
I was cold, so cold.
I had nothing to warm me as I cried for my beloved.
"Why...Liz...why couldn't we be together?"
An alien queen with a human heart.
We could never be together.
She was destined for another.
And I cried, as our love died a bitter death.
* * *
A dark, anguished shadow watched from her balcony.
Whispering an agonized, "Goodbye."
* * *
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