Drabbletag: Babylon 5 - Ivanova/Delenn
Title: A Shortcut to Memory
Prompt: 'tea' by selenay_x
Fandom: Babylon 5
Pairing: Ivanova/Delenn
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
A/N: It's been ages since I saw this show, but I rather loved it.
'English tea is ruined - milk or lemon, indeed! They like their tea as tasteless as possible. Here.'
Ivanova put the steaming cup in Delenn's hand, dropping herself down on the bed and pulling her boots on. Delenn gave her one of her quizzical smiles and sipped the hot liquid.
'Mmm.'
'Yes?' Ivanova grinned.
'Very nice.'
'Of course it is.' Ivanova leaned in to kiss Delenn's tea-smudged lips. The minbari bent her neck back, pearly body following in a graceful curve. Ivanova pulled back and let her eyes sweep over it. There was regret in the angle of her chin.
Delenn brushed her fingers across Ivanova's brow, into her still unbraided hair. 'Don't,' she said gently.
Ivanova looked up with a rueful smile, and stood to leave. Delenn followed her, the sheet falling off her body as she pressed it against Ivanova's uniform. They kissed, one last time.
It was just supposed to be that once.
Years later, Minbar is in spring's full bloom, and Delenn drinks Russian tea every morning. On the best of those mornings, she's not drinking it alone.
There's no regret now. Ivanova grins at her from across the table, memory of love soft in her eyes.
Prompt: 'tea' by selenay_x
Fandom: Babylon 5
Pairing: Ivanova/Delenn
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
A/N: It's been ages since I saw this show, but I rather loved it.
'English tea is ruined - milk or lemon, indeed! They like their tea as tasteless as possible. Here.'
Ivanova put the steaming cup in Delenn's hand, dropping herself down on the bed and pulling her boots on. Delenn gave her one of her quizzical smiles and sipped the hot liquid.
'Mmm.'
'Yes?' Ivanova grinned.
'Very nice.'
'Of course it is.' Ivanova leaned in to kiss Delenn's tea-smudged lips. The minbari bent her neck back, pearly body following in a graceful curve. Ivanova pulled back and let her eyes sweep over it. There was regret in the angle of her chin.
Delenn brushed her fingers across Ivanova's brow, into her still unbraided hair. 'Don't,' she said gently.
Ivanova looked up with a rueful smile, and stood to leave. Delenn followed her, the sheet falling off her body as she pressed it against Ivanova's uniform. They kissed, one last time.
It was just supposed to be that once.
Years later, Minbar is in spring's full bloom, and Delenn drinks Russian tea every morning. On the best of those mornings, she's not drinking it alone.
There's no regret now. Ivanova grins at her from across the table, memory of love soft in her eyes.