The first time it happens, they're in the middle of a revolution.
The wasn't much of a rational decision-making process involved. They were stressed-dirty-hungry-tired and when Marcus said something about "life getting back to normal," eventually, Lyta snorted.
She intends to say Normal? What's that like? but Stephen speaks first ("It'd be nice to just, I don't know, work a regular day and go on a date,") and when it's her turn to talk, she says: "I haven't had sex in four years."
"So?" Marcus asks.
Stephen gives her a once-over. "So, not since-" She glares at him. "Well, we all have dry spells."
"I'm going to leave now," Marcus announces.
Her mouth still operating independently from her brain, Lyta suggests, "I should probably be checked by a doctor."
Stephen: "I hope that's not a pick-up line."
"I'M LEAVING," Marcus repeats, and walks out.
She has sex with Stephen and, while it's not the sort of event where the stars align or her soul telepathically merges with anyone, the physical release is... nice. Surprisingly ordinary, for being stuck in a cave on Mars awaiting armageddon. She didn't experience any Vorlon side effects; that was good.
Stephen turns away from her as he's putting his pants back on. "That was..."
She picks up the rest of the thought telepathically, but it mirrors her feelings exactly, so she cuts him off and says it out loud: "... a really bad idea."
**
"Two?" Marcus is saying. They didn't tell him, specifically, but it would hardly take Ranger-level powers connect-the-dots. "Two in one week? Good lord, Stephen, this isn't the Martian pleasure dome!"
"I am standing right here," Lyta says crossly. "And no, it isn't the Martian pleasure dome."
Stephen looks like he's about to agree with her before saying, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Can we not talk about this right now?"
Stephen looks back at Marcus. "I wouldn't repeat this to-" he jerks his head toward the main compound.
"Oh, I'm not going to tell Number One. I want to see Saturday."
Lyta frowns. "It is Saturday. Besides, she wouldn't care, she's been doing the same thing."
Stephen and Marcus both gape.
"Not with me." Lyta wonders if this would get any more awkward if she just blanketed them both with a telepathic suggestion of Shut the hell up. "I can't believe you!"
"Believe me?" Marcus still looks like he swallowed a bug. "You people are aware that there's a war going on here, yes? Is this some kind of new sex weapon you're practicing to deploy back on Earth?"
Stephen looks chastened. Lyta rolls her eyes. "Don't you have something to guard?"
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Date: 2010-09-25 11:56 pm (UTC)The wasn't much of a rational decision-making process involved. They were stressed-dirty-hungry-tired and when Marcus said something about "life getting back to normal," eventually, Lyta snorted.
She intends to say Normal? What's that like? but Stephen speaks first ("It'd be nice to just, I don't know, work a regular day and go on a date,") and when it's her turn to talk, she says: "I haven't had sex in four years."
"So?" Marcus asks.
Stephen gives her a once-over. "So, not since-" She glares at him. "Well, we all have dry spells."
"I'm going to leave now," Marcus announces.
Her mouth still operating independently from her brain, Lyta suggests, "I should probably be checked by a doctor."
Stephen: "I hope that's not a pick-up line."
"I'M LEAVING," Marcus repeats, and walks out.
She has sex with Stephen and, while it's not the sort of event where the stars align or her soul telepathically merges with anyone, the physical release is... nice. Surprisingly ordinary, for being stuck in a cave on Mars awaiting armageddon. She didn't experience any Vorlon side effects; that was good.
Stephen turns away from her as he's putting his pants back on. "That was..."
She picks up the rest of the thought telepathically, but it mirrors her feelings exactly, so she cuts him off and says it out loud: "... a really bad idea."
**
"Two?" Marcus is saying. They didn't tell him, specifically, but it would hardly take Ranger-level powers connect-the-dots. "Two in one week? Good lord, Stephen, this isn't the Martian pleasure dome!"
"I am standing right here," Lyta says crossly. "And no, it isn't the Martian pleasure dome."
Stephen looks like he's about to agree with her before saying, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Can we not talk about this right now?"
Stephen looks back at Marcus. "I wouldn't repeat this to-" he jerks his head toward the main compound.
"Oh, I'm not going to tell Number One. I want to see Saturday."
Lyta frowns. "It is Saturday. Besides, she wouldn't care, she's been doing the same thing."
Stephen and Marcus both gape.
"Not with me." Lyta wonders if this would get any more awkward if she just blanketed them both with a telepathic suggestion of Shut the hell up. "I can't believe you!"
"Believe me?" Marcus still looks like he swallowed a bug. "You people are aware that there's a war going on here, yes? Is this some kind of new sex weapon you're practicing to deploy back on Earth?"
Stephen looks chastened. Lyta rolls her eyes. "Don't you have something to guard?"
"Oh, I see how it is-"
Lyta walks off, laughing.