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Delenn is being decadently self-indulgent this morning. She has nothing on her agenda for the first time in… She is embarrassed to realize she has no clue how long it's been. But no matter. Today is a day for her rarely seen hedonistic side. Lennier knows she is not to be disturbed unless it's some sort of crisis. He's a smart one, she needn't have explained any of it to him, as she had in the past with some of her other assistants.
If only she could convince the station to relinquish its control on her husband for this one day…
Delenn stretches languidly in bed, debating whether or not she should join John in the shower. It will make him late, but he'll be in a far better mood than when Susan woke them both up with the request that he deal with this latest emergency.
She can hear the water running as John completes his morning ablutions. The image of water droplets converging into rivulets that run down the length of his toned body is enough to make her reconsider that whole concept of not making her husband late for work. He'll scrub at his hair first, letting gravity pull the suds down to cling to various parts of his anatomy. When his hair is clean enough, he'll move on to removing the stubble that she's found so erotically enticing. It's not becoming of an officer, which she finds ridiculous, but doesn't question his adherence to his duties.
Unwilling to let her fantasies take control any longer, Delenn throws back the covers to make her way into the bathroom. She easily loses her nightclothes before stepping into the shower to pluck the razor from her husband's hand with a sly grin.
Yes, Susan and the station will just have to wait a little longer for their Captain to arrive. For now, he's otherwise occupied with pleasuring his wife.