Persuasion
By: afg – www.ofnoconsequence.com
Rating R for adult references
Category: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made
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For: Paddy, who put it all in perspective, as usual.
Note: Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts 'First 
Commandment' Challenge.

~oOo~


She'd known it might come to this and she'd thought that she'd 
prepared herself. She'd been wrong.

Sam could count her lovers on the fingers of one hand. The man 
now preaching to her about his own godhead, was her last. The 
thought of shooting the last man who'd been inside her was 
making her hands sweat. 

The trouble was she remembered him touching her, calling her 
'baby' and 'honey', giving her foot rubs. Admittedly she hadn't 
actually liked being called 'baby' or 'honey' but she had loved the 
foot rubs. Jonas had wonderful hands, strong and capable with long 
elegant fingers. She was seeing them now as he slowly walked 
towards her, still talking. It's funny, he'd never talked that much 
when they'd been together, she'd liked that about him. He would 
come up behind her in the little kitchenette of the apartment they'd 
shared. He'd put his arms around her and kiss her neck, trying to 
distract her as she attempted some complicated culinary feat like 
scrambling eggs. She'd always burn them and he'd always grin at 
her as he ate them. 

She tried to relax her grip on the gun but it felt like a piece of soap 
that might slip out of her hands at any moment. She could stop all 
this right now. Of course she'd have to kill him. Wounding a man 
like Jonas would do nothing other than piss him off and she really 
didn't want to do that.

About six months before she'd left him he'd gone on a mission, 
somewhere far away. She'd never asked, he'd never told. 
Wherever it was and whatever happened out there he'd come back 
altered. Everything about him had changed. He'd talked for one 
thing; he'd talked a lot, but always at her, never to her. He'd made 
love differently too. He was often rough and uncaring of her 
pleasure. Sometimes she'd switch off from the experience and just 
watch him; watch, as his eyes looked down at her with their dilated 
pupils, like black holes sucking her in. The biggest change had 
been that, other than during sex, he would never touch her or at 
least not until the first time he'd hit her.

She understood now. Now that she'd seen and done things that had 
nibbled away at her soul. Jonas had long ago lost his in service to a 
country that wouldn't mind in the least if she killed him now. In 
fact, she'd probably get a commendation for it. She looked at him 
covered in sores and dressed in rags. Crowing with his godly pride. 
She wasn't that far gone that she could kill a man who had once 
loved her, who had laughed with her. 

At least not yet.


The end.