Title: Post-Dusk
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 28 June 2014
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy
Pairing: Alex/Rachel
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 940
Summary: As Summer Solstice draws to a close, Rachel reflects on the day's festivities.
Companion piece to: Pre-Dawn
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.

Author's Note: I decided to be different and round out the calendar with this same couple on the same day. Yes, this encompasses some information from Shatterpath's story on the Solstice, but that's not required reading for this particular pair of stories.

Dedication: My muses, as always… I've missed my girls…

Beta: Shatterpath, but all remaining errors are entirely mine.

(06-21-14)

From the personal journal of Rachel Corrigan

She's not going to let me get away with what I did this morning. I know that already. I've known that since before I decided to do it in the first place. We haven't been successfully together for this many years without learning a thing or two about each other along the way.

Not that I want her to let me get away with it. I was an awful tease this morning. If it weren't for the fact that we had the birthday party for Trisha and Dobby this afternoon, I might have been able to steal away for some not-so-quiet alone time with my love. But we've had far too many family members and friends dropping by today, both for the solstice celebrations and for the twins' birthday party. Slipping away unnoticed has been virtually impossible all day long.

The younger children have all been corralled back into the green space for another campout, particularly since all of their idols are here in one place again: Cassie, Kat, Jamie, and Lindsay are definitely the unspoken heroes around here. When they're all together, we don't see our children until the older ones have to leave to return to their lives. Thankfully Emily, Fawn, and Cubby have claimed Las Vegas as their home territory. I think that's more of a soothing balm than any of us adults care to admit out loud.

But tonight is for my beloved Alex. I don't care if we get frisky or just curl up like the old lovers we are and talk all night. She deserves my full attention and, as soon as she gets out of the bathroom, she'll get it.


"Almost done?"

I jump at the sound of her voice in my ear. "Where in the hell did you come from?"

"The bathroom," she replies with a chuckle that sends a frisson of desire down my spine. "Where else would I be? It's not like I can teleport or anything like that."

"Only because O'Neill and his people haven't figured out how to do it yet. Or do we blame that on Michael and her tech people? I'm always confused as to who to fault in cases like this."

She rolls her eyes with another chuckle. "Are you done? Or do you need more time to wrap up your thoughts?"

Her eyes drop down to the leather-bound book in my lap, one finger stretching out to trace the length of it. She bought it for me on our anniversary last year, but I only started using it about two months ago. I can feel her love whenever I use it or the prohibitively expensive fountain pen she gave me on our tenth anniversary. Smiling, I flip the ribbon bookmark back into place before closing the book. Alex takes it and the pen from me, slipping them into their place in the drawer of my nightstand.

"Do you need time with your journal tonight, love?"

Instead of answering me, Alex makes a grand gesture of standing and walking around to her side of the bed, where she drops her robe to reveal the full expanse of her nakedness, muscles still holding firmly with just the right amount of curves to make me a very happy, very jealously possessive woman. Her flirtations with Dace don't bother me anymore, because I know she'll always come home to me, no matter what. If neither of us has strayed in fourteen years, it's just not going to happen. I should really do something special for Alex for our fifteenth anniversary next year.

"Where did you go just now?"

Her words pull me from my thoughts, even as I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. In an attempt to keep from explaining myself, I gently cup her face in both hands and pull her closer for a languid kiss. She tastes of peppermint and a sweet earthiness that I have only ever been able to associate as my love's natural taste. In every way imaginable.

Her fingers thread into my hair as she deepens the kiss with a soft whimper. I lean backward onto the bed, pulling her with me until she straddles my lap. My hands glide down her skin as I take great delight in memorizing every curve, every scar, every wrinkle on her beloved body until I'm anchoring her with a heavy grip on her hips.

"I love you," I whisper as she pulls back to rest her forehead against mine, her fingers still tightly tangled in my hair.

"I love you, too. Can--" She coughs to clear her throat. "Can I take a rain check on this morning's teasing? I just--"

Pressing a finger lightly to her lips, I smile. "You can take as many rain checks as you'd like, my love. I am content to curl up next to you and usher in the first night of summer, if that's what you'd like to do. As it's been for the past eleven years, this day is about you and what you want to do."

She smiles and shifts to crawl under the covers next to me, stretching out to mold her body to mine. "I don't deserve you, Rachel Corrigan, but I'm glad the stars aligned to bring you into my life."

"Right back atcha, love. I wouldn't change a single minute of it."

And the truth of the matter is that I wouldn't. All of the pain, all of the sorrow, all of the happiness; everything happened to bring us together and I'll be damned if I let anyone tear us apart.