Hey guys! So I've been lurking the CP fanficto-sphere for the past week, completely obsessed after my recent re-re-re-discovery of CP (dear God, I love this show). Anywho, I love you guys to pieces; you have so much beautiful work. I promise, I'm trying to get back in and comment everything I've read. It's been a crazy road.

I figured I'd try one of my own, just to see how it goes. Maybe I'll kick back into the writing game

Wheeler

His heart was pounding nearly out of his chest. Where was his cool? Where was his bravado? No mind that, he could wing it. He had to. She already knew he wanted her—had wanted her from the get-go—so there was no reason he should make himself look even more lovestruck than necessary.

Details. That's all his eyes could focus on. The lighting was strange, with everything dim and clear at once, and he could see her standing before him. She tucked a loose blonde hair behind her ear. She ran her hands down her bare thighs, as if to smooth out an invisible apron. She looked at him with those bright green eyes, and her lips parted as she took a big breath in. It took him a moment to realize she was waiting on him, on his approval.

He was kicked back in the oversized recliner, and he ran his hand through his unruly red hair before he said, "Come here." His voice was unfamiliar to him. He didn't care.

He didn't see her move, but suddenly she was sliding against him, her bare frame pressed against him, and he could feel the outline of her body through his t-shirt. Their mouths met in a plunging, headspinning kiss, and his brain couldn't quite get the feel of her skin. It took the information like oil to water, sliding around the depths of his mind, waiting to be processed. He was acutely aware that her hands were running over him, catching in his hair, cascading down his shoulders, clutching his neck to pull him closer.

His own body fought for attention, surging beneath him, demanding more, aching with every breath he took. As if she could hear his body as loudly as he felt it, she leaned back, her lips still pressed to his, and began to unbuckle his belt.

He held back a groan as she got the pants open and slid her body back against his. Her mouth finally left his, trailing down his jaw and down his neck. God, she was perfect. Her tongue hit the right spot, causing another body spasm.

"Linka," he groaned.

Her mouth went back to his, her hand gripping his shoulder with sudden pressure. His body was starting to feel again. He was elated.

She picked her head up, her nose a centimeter away. She looked at him for a moment, deeply, searching.

"Wheeler."

His name from her lips stirred within him a fierce desire as well as a large feeling that he'd won.

"Wheeler," she said again, with more urgency. He tried to pull her back in, but she shook her head. Then, she shook his shoulder.

"Wheeler!"

The shock of opening his eyes nearly undid him. At first, it was as if someone had turned a light on in the room, because there were still Linka's eyes searching his own. But now her face was illuminated with a yellow glow….and her hair was up. And her Planeteer garb was stoically covering her perfect body.

"We have landed. Get out and get your things. You can go back to sleep when you get to your room." Behind her he could see Gi and Ma-Ti walking to the exit of the Geo-Cruiser. God. It was a dream.

He ran his hand through his hair and stealthily moved his jacket to cover his lap.

Linka was still leaning over him. "I am going to eat before I go to bed. Do you want me to cook something for you as well?"

Wheeler thought about trying to speak, but the words were jammed in his throat. He nodded instead.

"But of course you do. You are always hungry, Yankee."

He nodded again.

A frown settled on her perfect brow. "Are you alright? It is not like you to be so quiet."

"Just not awake, Babe," he managed out hoarsely.

"Well hurry. I want you to 'get some while it's hot,' as the phrase goes."

Wheeler winced. "It, Babe. 'Get it while it's hot.' 'Get some' means something different."

Linka shrugged before rising fully and maneuvering past him to get off the cruiser. Wheeler put his head in his hands, repeating the Pledge of Allegiance to the United States over and over until he could finally stand again.

Living with her was so hard. Too bad he wouldn't change it for the world.