<USS Avalon> Avalon Log 040925

Vilya looked over into the living room.   Daniel was still stretched out on 
the sofa with his eyes closed but he was  obviously wide awake.  When she 
looked back at Ming, she saw a bemused  smile on his face.  He reached out to 
take 
her hand.
    "Y'know, the men in our family have a tendenv=cy  toward two things: 
romanticism and stubbornness," he began.
    "So you're saying that he's not pressuring you?"  Vilya asked, tilting 
her chin toward the living room.
    "No, he's not," Ming told her emphatically.
    "Not that it would have done any good if I tied,"  Daniel called over.
    "Go back to sleep, Daniel," Ming grumbled.  He  offered Vilya that smile 
again and tapped his temple.  "But he's  right.  I'm very thick headed when I 
get an idea in my head.  I told  you that first morning that I would be 
waiting here for you when your ship  returns.  I would have asked you to marry 
me 
then but I was afraid you'd  say no and that I was crazy."
    She had to look away from those bright blue  eyes.  "It isn't fair to 
you, Ming."
    Strong fingers gently turned her face back to look  at him.  "One of the 
things I love about you is that you have faith.   So do I.  I have faith that 
everything will go according to God's will or,  to put it in Bajoran terms, 
'as the Prophets allow.'  I can handle it if  you can."
 
    She wondered what her brother Findel would  think.  Findel had found a 
wife and had two small children already.   She knew her mother, who often 
despaired of her having a husband and family in  Starfleet, would be overjoyed, 
even 
if Ming was Human and lived on Earth.  
    With a sly grin, she nudged Ming with her  elbow.  "You still haven't 
asked me you know."
    "Oh."  The bright blue eyes were, at once,  both merry and somber.  
"Would you do me the honor of being my wife?"
    "Yes," she said simply.
    Still in the kitchen, they had both lowered their  voices so as not to 
disturb Daniel any further.  Nevertheless, Ming picked  her up and swung her 
about in pure joy before setting her back on her  feet.  
    "Cut that out," Vilya said with a slight  giggle.  She wasn't one to 
giggle but just then it felt right.
    "Sorry," Ming replied in a tome that meant he  really wasn't.
    Vilya leaned against the counter top, arms folded  across her chest as 
she thought something over.  Finally, she asked,  "You're studying for the same 
title your brother has aren't you?"
    "Yeees," Ming said slowly.
    "So Daniel could marry us, couldn't he?" she  asked.
    "You wouldn't want to wait to find a vedek?" Ming  asked carefully.
    "I've never seen one in all my time on this  planet," Vilya said with a 
sigh.  "I wish they would come.  They could  learn so much.  In any case, like 
you said before, part of the reason I  love you is because you have faith, 
too.  So does your brother."
    "You definitely have a point," Ming replied.
    "Let's ask him in the morning.  I don't know  when the ship will arrive 
but I do know that I don't want to wait until I get  back."
 
 
Li Vilya, Ensign
Starfleet Academy-Engineering  and Survival Education
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to  it its sweetness; it is 
the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
—  Christian Nestell Bovee

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