Title: Foolish Games

Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: Beka/Rommie

Rating: PG

Status: New; Complete

Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.

Feedback: Yes, please!!

E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com

Series/Sequel: None

Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd

Disclaimers: Characters and lyrics not mine - Rommie and Beka belong to Tribune, and the lyrics to 'Foolish Game' belong to the lovely and talented Jewel Kilcher.

Summary: Beka considers the peculiarities of her friendship with Rommie...

Notes: This is what happens when I go digging through my mp3 collection while my Muses are bored. <lol> The song is the radio version of 'Foolish Games' by Jewel, originally off her album 'Pieces Of You.'

Warnings: Non-explicit femslash - you know the drill...

Foolish Games

By Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

I walk by the window and see you outside. You're standing there, coatless in the freezing rain, laughing as you turn in circles.

I watch you turn your head up to the skies, tongue out to catch the raindrops, like a child, and for a moment, at least, I can't bring myself to hate the weather being planetside brings.

These are always the moments I feel the gulf between us most - when I can see the carefree little girl under the cool Highguard exterior. When I can see the real Rommie beneath it all...

Don't get me wrong - you're hot when you play the Goth girl - but it's the sweet, impish spirit peaking out from behind those dark eyes every so often that I've fallen in love with. Unfortunately, that side of you seems to be saved for Dylan these days...

You wonder back in from outside, and my breath catches in my throat. I've never seen you look so beautiful - your hair wet, and your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. I just smile and murmur something as I sit down while you laugh about how hard it's raining outside.

Maybe I should just tell you and get it over with... Whatever you do in response, it can't be any worse than the pain of my continued silence as I watch your growing infatuation with Dylan.

I'm never sure which hurts more - watching you pine after him, or being the one you constantly turn to for consolation as you wait for him to finally return your feelings.

I admit it - I'm completely infatuated with you, just like you are with him. That's why I meet you for breakfast every morning, and why the last thing I think of every night is the way those clove cigarettes of yours would make you taste if I kissed you...

I'm surprised you don't know already - I've given myself away a thousand times by now in a million tiny ways. I would have thought my actually playing guitar for you would have said it all, but I suppose there's no way for you to know that the only people I ever play for are my lovers...

Then again, maybe you do know - you act so strangely around me sometimes that I don't know what to think. And just when I start to swear you're completely oblivious, you'll turn around and do some little thing that makes me wonder if you know how I feel and are just playing with me...

The feel of your hand on my shoulder pulls me from my thoughts, and my heart skips a beat as I see the smile on your face. You've never given me a look like *that* before...

The world comes to screeching halt around me as your shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by your skirt, and you just stand there in front of me as I stare.

You lean in slowly until our lips meet, and I can't help but smile as you settle yourself into my lap.

"So," you whisper, "want to quit playing games and help me get out of the rest of these wet clothes?" All I can do in response is nod as my hands reach out. The games, apparently, are over, and I for one am not going to argue with the outcome...