Nothing graphic, just Marcus and Garibaldi getting what they deserve! hehehe
Realization
by Lindy
His heart missed a beat as he saw her walking quickly in his direction. Ah Susan, the wonderful Susan! Marcus Cole quickly adopted his most winsome expression and smiled handsomely at Susan as she drew level with him.
'Good morning, Commander'. She glanced at him. 'Marcus', she acknowledged, and walked into the lift.
Marcus was ecstatic. She smiled at him! He knew it! No woman could resist his charms for long. He stood dreaming in front of the lift until someone bumped into him.
'Sorry, Marcus', apologised Garibaldi, helping the Ranger to his feet. Marcus gazed at Michael in amusement. 'If I'm not mistaken Chief, and I very rarely am, you've been wandering round in a daze ever since Miss Winters came back to us'. Michael blushed and passed his hand over his face. 'I haven't... I mean... well, yeah', he finished lamely, looking embarrased, before looking wolfishly at Marcus.
'What about you, Mr Ranger? It's blindingly obvious that you've got a thing for the Commander'. Marcus looked outraged for a moment, blustering, 'I respect Susan highly, she...' before giving it up and yelling excitedly, 'I think she likes me! She hasn't yelled at me for... well, ever since the telepath came back here, and just now she... she smiled at me!!' His expression was endearing in its optimism. Michael laughed at him and the two men waited in companiable silence for the lift to arrive.
As it drew nearer they could hear a distinctly feminine giggle from the inerior, followed by the laughing command, 'Ahh, stop it!!' Michael and Marcus grinned at each other, eyebrows raised. They delicately looked away as the doors slid open.
Michael was the first to look back. What he saw made his mouth drop open. He managed to whap Marcus on the arm. Marcus looked up and he too stood frozen in shock.
The occupants of the lift were not aware of their presence.They were far too involved with in each other. Commander Susan Ivanova, second in command of Babylon 5, stood in disarray. Her jacket was pushed half off her shoulders, her shirt ripped open at the front... Talia Winters stood before her pushng her back against the wall of the lift, her hands... Michael and Marcus could not see what she was doing as she had her back to them; all they could see of Susan was her head arched backwards, her eyes closed, Talia kissing her neck and throat with feverish intensity. As he men stood transfixed, Susan gave a low moan and pushed her knee between the telepath's legs. Talia chuckled, kneading harder, then she bent her head to the flesh she had exposed. Susan cried out again, her fingers curling through Talia's blonde hair. Both women were entirely oblivious to the fact that the lift had stopped.
Michael turned to look at Marcus. As he did so the dark Ranger made a noise that sounded omething like 'waaaaaaaaaaahhh.........' Michael would have cracked up if he hadn't felt like crying. Talia must have heard him. She turned quickly anfd saw then standing in the doorway and a warm blush rose up her throat and face. 'Oh...oops!' she turned to face Susan. Susan, meanwhile, opened her eyes to find herself half naked in a public lift with that damned obsessive irritating Ranger staring at her. She gasped weakly, 'Marcus...' and with one hand tried to pull the remains of her shirt round to cover herself while the other clutched the wall for support. It was too much for Ivanova.
'Oh, Talia...' she began, and descended into gales of laughter. 'Oh hell!' she cursed, muttering something obscene in Russian, which set Talia off. As Susan calmed down, Talia lost it and sank quietly down the wall to sit on her ass laughing helplessly. Susan cracked up againat the sight of the blonde telepath, usually so reserved and in control, weeping with laughter. Every time they began to quieten one of them would look at the two men standing in horror in the doorway and it was enough to set them off again. Finally Michael was able to drag Marcus away from the doorway. As they walked in shock down the corridor they could still hear the sound of giggling.
Michael looked at Marcus as they sat together at the bar, then looked away quickly, scared that he had the same expression of blank bewilderment and shock on his face. Marcus shook his head as he sipped his drink with hands that shook.
'Well, I guess maybe we should learn to take hints, Chief', he said philosophically.