Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager and all who sail in her belong to Paramount/Viacom and no infringement of copyright/trade marks is intended. This story includes same sex relationships between women. If you are offended by this or it is illegal where you live or you are underage then please read no further.
Code: T/7.
Rating: PG13
Archiving: Perfect Misfits
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Description: Short piece written in an attempt to stay awake until at least 2230, when I can fall into bed and sleep. May change the title to "Do you know these things about me" but it's a bit long.
A short story
21 Dec 2001
We sit across the conference table and you mange to catch my stare. Do you know these things about me?
Your gaze is steady and strong, questioning me. I stare right back, daring you, challenging you . pleading with you.
The Captain asks me a question and I look away to answer. Do you still stare at me? Can you tell what's in my head? When I finish my report, I turn to you again, but your attention is on the Captain. As always, I'm mesmerised by your beauty and as if you heard my thoughts, you looked right back at me.
How could you know these things about me? I catch my breath and you smile at my reaction. I begin to melt under your gaze. I can almost feel your caress. I want to feel it for real.
I want to sit beside you and hold your hand or stroke your hair and know that I have the right to be there, the right to touch you, to love you.
I want to sleep with you at night, every night, but even more, I want to wake up with you, knowing that you chose to be there. With me.
I want to hear you breathe, I want to see you smile, I want to hold you when you hurt. I want to be strong for you and take away your pain.
I want you.
I want to take long walks with you, play kadiscot with you, even though it's a foolish child's game. Every hour, every minute, every second that you spend with Naomi or Icheb, I'm filled with a longing that you would spend a fraction of that devotion on me.
I want to show you that you are a wonderful person. I want you to see yourself as we all do. You think that you are inadequate, insufficient. I want to be the one to show you that you're wrong. There is so much inside of you that you don't even recognise. Let it be me. Please.
I want to learn more about you, about your mind, about your hopes and fears. I know that you find it difficult to express what's going on inside, that's ok, I don't mind your confusion, we can work it out. Together.
Kim asks a question about warp dynamics. You answer. I disagree. We argue. Janeway steps in.
I smirk at you, even though neither of us won the toss. Your smile is slight, but I see it and smother my giggle. You raise your ocular implant imperiously, and I melt some more.
We will always fight, this I understand, but I want to be able to kiss and make up as well. I want to support your ideas, encourage you and your individuality. I want to be your friend.
I want to love you.
You give your report on some astronomical phenomena and I listen intently. I am so proud of what you have achieved, I know I've had very little to do with your development but I want the chance to change that. I want to teach you all that I know and I want to learn from you. You have so much to give.
I want to tickle your ribs and hear you laugh out loud. I want to see you first thing in the morning, still sleepy and with your hair in your eyes. I want to see you grumpy and grousing for breakfast. I want to fed you strawberry's dipped in champagne. I want to rub your feet when you are tired and your back when you're not. I want to pamper you.
Please let me love you.
I want to place gentle, loving kisses on your forehead, on your eyelids, on your cheeks and on your mouth. I want to take your full red lips in my mouth and taste you.
As Tuvok begins his weekly security update, I find it hard to concentrate as I think about your body. Do you know the contents of my mind? So faintly, I see you blush. Why? Can you really read my thoughts?
I want to touch you in those secret places and hear you whimper with desire. I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours glaze over and close in passion. I want to take your firm, hard nipples in my mouth and do all the things you want me to do.
Will you love me?
I want to hear your voice scream my name in ecstasy, I want you to lose control completely and when you are satisfied, I want to hold your trembling body in my arms and gently bring you down. I want to watch you fall asleep, happy and loved.
I want to share your joys. I want to share your sorrows.
I want to be loved by you.
The Captain dismisses us and you stand and begin to leave the room, my friends talk to me but I am aware of you only. You stop and turn round. You manage to find my stare.
Do you know these things about me?
The End