NIGHT THOUGHTS by BILLA1

Copyright October 2004

 

Disclaimer: The characters Batman, Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Superman & Flash are all owned by DC Comics. This story is intended for my own pleasure and is not for profit. It has been posted to this site for others to read. Places and characters not own by DC Comics are my own creation.

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Wanted to write something short. Occurs the night before the Washington DC mission in Starcrossed.

 

 

Night Thoughts

Rating: PG-13

 

The room was completely dark save the faint green glow of my ring and the red light from the digital alarm clock on my night table. The silence of the dark was broken only by the sounds of her breathing as she slept and the sounds of the rustling sheets as I sat up in the bed.

 

Hours ago, the lovemaking had been intense, frantic and almost violent in its consummation. It was so different than our normal love that I think it frightened us both.

 

It was as if - for a moment - just for a moment, we couldn't get enough of each other. It was as if each movement, each touch, would be our last and we didn't want to die without grabbing as much of the other's essence as possible.

 

I thank God she's alive. And because she is - I am.

 

As I watch her sleep, I marvel at the infinite diversity in the universe. This creature, this winged alien, from half a universe away has touched my soul and I can not deny her anything.

 

Vegas. Las Vegas. She was right, we are so different; but she was wrong because we are kindred souls. Souls - that are locked in step. Souls - that touch and are touched.

 

Was there a divinity that tossed us together or did we, as two rudderless ships in the night, magically collide to make this moment.

 

 I wish I knew...God, I wish I knew.

 

Whatever the reason, I needed someone like her in my life. Her smile lights up a room and without her fire... I have no light.

 

Sometimes, I still think of Katma. It's funny, how women are forever molding men into something that they ultimately don't end up liking. Katma made me into who I was. But Shayera is why I am the way I am now.

 

Shayera. I love the sound of her name. Shayera.

 

I don't have to be defensive with her. I can take my armor off...let my guard down...I don't have to prove to her that I'm better than anyone else. My skin color means nothing to her. And I honestly believe that hers means nothing to me. It's me that I think she loves and I really think that she does love me.

 

Maybe tomorrow, when we finish the mission in Washington...maybe tomorrow I'll tell her how I really feel. Maybe tomorrow. But right now I want to enjoy this moment and hope it never ends.

 

Right now I need to sleep.

 

End