Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
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Date in Calendar: 15 June 2014
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy
Word Count: 889
Summary: It's the morning of Summer Solstice and the festivities are starting early…
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-series AU. Part of the LWM universe. No standard warnings apply.
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Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy", or any representative of the actors.
Note: I couldn't help myself with this one. I'd thought about doing something a little different, but this is what came out. I really don't write enough for these two anymore. I should fix that.
Dedication: My muses, as always…
Beta: shatterpath, but all remaining errors are entirely mine.
From the personal journal of Alex Moreau
Fourteen years ago today, I woke up full of nervous energy. I think I may have puked once or twice that morning. From the nerves, of course.
Eleven years ago today, I had the only affair I've ever had in my life, and it wasn't even really an affair because Rachel knew about it. In fact, I think she was the one that did the most research and planning for everything to happen.
I'm still so proud of Rachel for doing that. She'd finally started to really accept her magical heritage and use it in a positive way. She was doing research that even Gramma Rose and Derek would be impressed with. She supervised all of the herbal concoctions to help me prepare. And she was quite helpful with other, far more fun preparations, too.
When Michael finally showed up, I was practically beside myself with nerves about what we were going to do and worry that it wouldn't work in the end. But Rachel was right there every step of the way, teaching Michael the things that I love the most. Well, except for the way that she kisses me. No one can duplicate that. Those she gave me to help calm me down.
"Alex? Are you okay? Can I come in?"
Setting my journal aside, I shift to sit up with a smile. "Of course, you can come in. I'd never keep you from our bedroom."
She steps into the bedroom, a tray balanced in her hands. "I thought you might like some breakfast before we head out to greet the sunrise."
She brings the tray over, setting it across my lap, then leans in for a quick kiss. As she starts to stand up, I tug her back down for another kiss, the tip of my tongue teasing across her bottom lip. Rachel moans softly, fingers tightening on the edge of the tray.
"I'm definitely hungry," I reply as I lean back to meet her gaze. I glance at the alarm clock, not surprised to see we still have well over thirty minutes before we're needed for the sunrise festivities. "But not for food."
Rachel grins and sets the tray on the nightstand before crawling over to straddle my lap. Her lips instantly find mine again, hands cupping my face to keep me from moving too far away. Or from trying to take control. Clearly my beloved has plans in mind for our pre-dawn communion. Thank god, Monica and Dana have all the kids for this year's pre-solstice campout. I don't have to be quiet this morning. The thought makes me chuckle into the kiss.
"And what, may I ask, is so funny?" Rachel asks, arching an eyebrow at me. "I'm trying to -- what was it that Dace keeps teasing me about? -- get my swerve on here. That is the right phrase, isn't it?"
"You know very well that it's the right phrase, Rachel Corrigan." I tap the tip of her nose with a finger, grinning broadly. "But thank you for playing along. You know that always makes me smile."
Her face lights up with a delighted grin of her own. "Anything for you, my love. But you have to know that I'm curious as hell about what had you laughing while I was trying to kiss you into a quivering pile of need."
Shrugging nonchalantly, I lean in to press a series of short kisses to her lips, hands gliding up under her pajama top to stroke the soft skin of her sides and back. "I was just thinking about how I don't have to keep quiet this morning, since the kids are gone at the campout."
"This is very true," she replies, kissing her way along my jaw to nip at the skin below my left ear. The movement sends a frisson of desire racing down my spine to pool low in my belly. My nails rake down her back at the sensation, causing her to shudder and bite harder. "Wanton minx!" she growls against my skin. "I should take you over my knee for that."
"Promise?" The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it, and I burst into giggles at the startled look on her face.
"If we didn't have somewhere to be in a little over an hour, you'd be in so much trouble right now, Alexandra Moreau."
I blink innocently at her. "So that's a no then?" I pout and heave a heavy sigh. "Poor me. You tease me with something so fun and kinky, then tell me no."
Rachel glares at me for a moment, then moves swiftly off my lap to pull me awkwardly across hers. I barely get the time to squawk before her hand comes down heavily on my ass. I can feel the desire slicking my inner thighs as her hand lands sharply against my ass again.
And then nothing.
"R-Rachel?" My god, did my voice just crack on her name?
She leans over to murmur in my ear, "I always keep my promises, my love. I just never promised that you'd come from the spanking."
She shimmies out from under me to offer the food tray again. "Later, love. Now eat up. We're needed for the festivities in ten minutes."