Poor Sheridan. He keeps sending Ivanova on missions with someone who’s madly in love with her, and she just keeps interrupting every single romantic endeavor of which he ever finds himself to be a part.

Oh I’m going to be completely without shame and ask for brevari

John/Delenn Promptathon! 

“Captain?” John’s head shot up at the sound of Delenn’s voice. “May I speak with you for a moment?”

John brightened and immediately pushed away the station reports he was struggling to read through. “Of course, of course. Come in.”

Delenn slipped into his office, both of them giving a wary eye to his open doorway. But it was late; no one would be passing by at this hour. John should have gone to bed himself a long, long time ago but he hadn’t been able to face his quarters. Thanks to the air recycling system, his place smelt like Julie Mustante’s amorous perfume. Every time he caught a whiff, he recalled her stripping down in his quarters to seduce him. He could only thank Susan for interrupting them – although, he wished Delenn hadn’t used her copy of his lock code and his back door to sneak into his quarters while the Human equivalent of a Venus flytrap was trying to swallow him whole.  

“Please forgive the state of my attire, Captain. I know the Earth Alliance has taken to a more…casual dress code for late-night meetings.”

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