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"Yes, yes… uh huh." Delenn only half listened to her Ranger's report. "Yes, yes. Alright. Go out and save the universe, please," she ordered.
The Ranger frowned, but left to do as he was instructed.
Delenn sighed happily. Finally. She reached behind the plant to retrieve the precious work she'd been forced to hide when her subordinate unexpectedly showed up. She gazed at the minuscule zine in her hands. "Relativity 9," she breathed out reverently. "I've been waiting a long time."
She crushed the ancient writings to her chest, exiting the main area of her quarters to a more private section.
She opened it up. "20 More Minutes of Apology," she began out loud. "Thank you writers… Cathy and Erin and Mark - with special welcome and gratitude to our new author, Ann." Delenn smiled. "I love when we get new chroniclers."
"Delenn," John Sheridan scolded his wife. He stood in the doorway, hands on hips. "You were supposed to wait for me."
She bit her lower lip. "But John, when we read together, we do not read together." She tilted her head, daring him to disagree."
He smirked. "And that's a problem because…" his voice trailed off as he closed the distance to get to his wife.
"Be good and we will do this together, but only if you are good," she threatened good-naturedly.
"Okay." He rolled his eyes at her. "Good," he promised sitting down beside her.
Delenn immediately curled up to his side.
"Hey, how am I supposed to be good with you doing that?" He pointed to her hand caressing his arm.
She grinned at him without saying a word, then pushed the book towards him to begin.
John shot her a dirty look, then started. "And a special, you were wonderful, did a great job to Barbara, who had proofreading thrust on her at the last second… and of course, Jill is thanked profusely here." John started to paraphrase as Delenn's breath tickled his neck.
She took her turn. "And an apology for the shortness of this zine." Delenn flipped through the pages, sighing in disappointment at its tinyness. "Life just got in everyone's way this year. John, did they do another year?" she asked, panic in her voice.
"Maybe they did, maybe they didn't," he remarked cryptically. "You'll just have to see, won't you."
"John…" she said, almost but not quite annoyed with his answer.
"Ya know," John declared. "If it's so small, it won't take long to read." He raised his eyebrows suggestively, then began nibbling her shoulder.
"Ahh… you promised to be good," she protested unenthusiastically.
He winked at her. "I'm not doing this good?"
She narrowed her eyes.. "You know what I mean." Her grin was infectious.
John took the zine and tossed it aside, picking up his wife in one quick motion. "Tomorrow we'll be good."
Delenn drew his face to hers in a passionate kiss, as they moved off toward their even more private quarters.
Elaine Gustainis
Co-Editor