======== Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: NEW: Love Comes Quickly (TNG, P/Q, 1/1) From: Laura Jacquez Valentine Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1998 22:15:18 -0800 -------- Subject: NEW: Love Comes Quickly (TNG, P/Q, 1/1) Date: 28 Oct 1998 10:57:56 -0500 From: Laura Jacquez Valentine To: ascem@earthlink.net I wrote this at Mary Ellen's request for something to read at FrisCon. I'm told that Ruth read it at the read-aloud. Now that FrisCon is over, I'm posting the sucker. Author: Laura Jacquez Valentine (laurav@stones.com) Title: Love Comes Quickly (and yes, that's ANOTHER Pet Shop Boys song masquerading as the title) Series: TNG Rating: PG Codes: P/Q Parts: 1/1 Summary: Sequel to "Inhale" --laura --- There was a cold mug of tea next to my bed. I sniffed it--Earl Grey, but not mine. My yeoman would have cleaned it up this morning if it was. I should have reported the cup to Security, but I was tired and did not feel like having them crawling over my quarters when I wanted to sleep. A cup of tea was innocent enough. And I must admit that I had my suspicions. Had had my suspicions for quite some time. I replaced the mug on the nightstand. Not that Q would come back for a cold cup of tea, but it would at least remind me of him. These days I tried so hard to forget-- I tried to forget my brother and his family, tried to forget the Borg whispering in my mind, tried to forget everyone I've ever cared for. I had enough scars as it was; the last thing I needed was Q tormenting me. He was, after all, very good at getting under my skin. Very, very good. At least I hadn't been dreaming of him. I don't think I could have stood that. For a moment I let myself imagine that he was with me, that he spooned himself behind me and held me against him, that I could smell him--he smells slightly spicy, a little like sage--and feel his arms, warm and solid. I sat down on my bed and wrapped my arms around myself. Love is a strange thing when it happens. I never would have expected that Q, of all people (when did I start thinking of him as a person?) would be the one I wanted. He wasn't exactly the perfect partner. He was overbearing, too smart for his own good, pushy, arrogant--and, unfortunately for me, tremendously attractive. He had indicated that his gender was not a fixed thing--that was attractive. He was tall. He had tremendous eyes. His hands were large, capable, and skilled. His mouth-- I couldn't allow myself to go on. There are certain things I cannot afford--that no starship captain can afford. Loving a dangerously powerful alien is one of those things. There was, however, nothing I could do to stop this. Love, when it happens, is even more sure in its conquest than the Borg. I lay back and closed my eyes. The scent of sage washed over me, rising from the bed. Q was not there, but he had been. I let myself fall sleep with his scent surrounding me. I should have changed the bedcovers. My dreams were disturbed by visions of him. He stole me from the bridge, taught me to fly, held me close at night, made love to me over and over. Near ship's dawn, I woke, trembling. I had been correct--I could not stand dreaming of him. "By God," I whispered to my quarters, "what shall I do?" I felt rather than saw the flash of light, felt his weight settle on the bed, felt sage wash over me and one of those glorious hands alight on my chest. "You could always try kissing me, Jean-Luc." --- The End. laura jacquez valentine -+- http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/~jacquez BULK E-MAILERS PLEASE NOTE: Pursuant to US Code, Title 47, Chapter 5, Subchapter II, 227, all unsolicited commercial e-mail sent to this account is subject to a processing fee of $1000 US. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list **and for ALL other list-related inquiries** write to asceml@aol.com