Imzadi's Arms

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? We all know that I don’t own nor do this for profit.

This is kind of an A/U, but hey whatever.

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She didn’t know what had happened or how it had happened so fast. All she knew was that they were on his bed and he just opened the clasp of her bra with his teeth, and his hands were on her hips, sliding her uniform down her legs.

“Will!” she shrieked, and got his attention. He thought it was a shriek of pleasure and she felt him smile against her breast. She tried again: “Will, wait.”

Will stopped abruptly and looked up at her. Eyes that were filled with passion a moment ago were now filled with confusion and concern. “Deanna, what’s the matter? Do you not want to . . . ?”

“No,” she ran her hand through his jet-black hair. “It’s not that. It’s just. . . Are we sure this is the right thing to do?”

Will took his hands off her hips and propped himself up, further away from her heaving chest and giving himself some space to breathe. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve been friends for a long time now.” She anxiously rung her hands, not knowing what else to do with them. “Are we sure we want to ruin that?”

A strange looked a serenity came over his face. “All I know is that I want to wake up every morning to see your face. I want to share every breakfast, every lunch, and every dinner. I want to come home every day to you. I want to spend every night with you in my arms. I want to love you and show you I love you: everyday.”

She fiddled with the hair behind his ear. “Oh, Imzadi.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same,” he pleaded. Will brushed his lips against hers.

“I do, Imzadi.” She gently caressed his cheek with her thumb. “I just don’t want to loose you to a failed relationship.”

“We’re in love, Imzadi. Sometimes that’s all that matters.” He smiled and kissed her again. “We’re all that matters now. You and me, Imzadi.”

Deanna smiled through tears. She kissed him before he moved off of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He pulled the blankets over them both. “Just sleep, Imzadi. I love you.”

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Deanna couldn’t sleep. She felt safe and content in Will’s arms. Yet, she could not sleep. First she reclasped her bra, then she shifted her pants, then she turned in Will’s arms. She fidgeted, but could not seem to fall asleep.

Finally she turned to face Will once again. “Will,” she whispered and gave him a small kiss.

Will stirred slightly, adjusting his grip on her.

“Will,” she whispered more insistently. She put her hand behind his head, pulling his head to hers, and pressed her lips to his. In a second, no two, she was kissing her back.

“Mmm, Deanna,” he smiled, still half unconscious. She licked his lips and opened his eyes. As he realized Deanna was actually with him, his smiled grew and he kissed her again. “I love waking up to you, Imzadi!”

“Imzadi,” she whispered, placing her hands on his chest. “Make love to me.”

His eyes sobered. “Now?”

She smiled and kissed him again.

Will smiled and rolled her onto her back. He once again went to remove her bra with his teeth. After several seconds he grumbled, leaned back, and unclasped it with his fingers. “I knew we should have done this the first time,” he grumbled.

Deanna laughed and kissed him.

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Deanna lay comfortably in Will’s arms, keeping their bond spinning alive between them. At first he had been clumsy: opening his mind to her, but she threw him a mental lifeline and he took it, exploding his mind to hers.

Will kissed her again, feeling sleep overtake him. “Thank you, Imzadi. Thank you for choosing me.”

“I love you, Imzadi,” she whispered.

Will mumbled something incoherently, but Deanna heard what sounded like the word ‘love,’ so she was content. She snuggled closer to him and began to fall asleep in the comfort of Imzadi’s arms.

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