<USS Banshee> Eyes - Divergence Part 2
- From: LtJvanDnalls@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 16:09:14 EDT
Crossing into the dinning area, he looked over the dishes that were
strewn across the floor. More smiles as he recalled using his arm to sweep
everything off the table as he placed her upon it and kissed her madly. All
at once the feeling returned, that sense of him being a pack of jackals, and
Morrigan's body being a fat antelope that had wandered astray from the herd.
He realized then that even he had surprised himself a bit. He could think of
nothing else, but to think of her. He could do nothing else, but touch her.
He could feel nothing else, but love for her. Of course, yes, there was a
healthy amount of lust mixed in, but that was what was required. Spending a
few days in a suite like this, with the women he loved required more then
reciting poetry and the procurement of flowers. They both knew that, they
both wanted more, and they both got so much more. As he picked up the dishes
and walked over to the replicator he played the night before over and over in
his head. As he placed the plates into the replicator, he could only wonder
what she was going to think of last night. As the various dishes swirled
away into anti-matter, he wondered if she was going to feel the same way.
She had too, he decided, else she would have not gone threw with it. Right?
Now was not a time for self doubt. She loved him, even if she was not
ready to say it out loud, and he loved her, and last night was nothing short
of life altering. Why did this always seem to happen? He could be named
Emperor of the Universe and still the next day find a way to allow self doubt
to creep in and lay heavily upon him. It almost sickened him, but what could
he do other then reassure himself, and wait for her to wake up. Upon her
waking, that would show if it was all he imagined. Would she feel the same as
he? Of course she would.
"Computer, 2 Raqtajino Mocha flavored. 2 plates, each with 3 scrambled
eggs, hash browns… pancakes…. Toast, buttered." He stated, and waited a
moment as everything appeared within the replicator. He took it out and
placed it on a tray, then turned to deliver it. Thinking for a moment, he
stopped.
"Computer, on red rose, in a crystal vase." He added to the order. In a
second it was there. Perfect. Just what was needed, he was sure. Breakfast
in bed after the most incredible night of her life, this was going to
definitely impress her. "Most incredible night of her life?" That was fairly
presumptuous, but none the less, it quite possibly was. As he walked into
the bedroom, she stirred a bit more. As if on cue, her eyes fluttered open
and met his as a grin crept over her face.
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