Rated G
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the world of Trek
Summary: Inspired by Camryn's fiddle from City of Angels found here. Sequel to Gift of the Gab.
It's too perfect to be real.
The dim lighting and the stillness compound the surreal sensation of floating, so she knows she must be dreaming. Her scientific side analyzes the shudder that rocks her from the mere touch of his rough fingertips on her shoulders. Impossible. He stands close, so closely behind her, she can feel the heat. The butterfly skim of his lips on her cheek burns her, brands her as his forevermore, and she cups her hand against her face. Can't be real. Can't be.
Utter silence fills the room, save for their breaths, shockingly loud in the stillness. The simple press of a kiss against her bare shoulder makes her gasp, her pulse jump, and she catalogues the reactions. Just not possible. His hands move slowly, slowly, slowly down her arms, and her body leans back slightly, drawn magnetically of its own accord toward him. He nuzzles her hair aside and her head lolls back against the warmth of his chest.
Too perfect to be real. Her brain scrambles as his hands span her waist, his breath hot on her shoulder. Cannot be true, cannot be…cannot…
She turns, blindly seeking his mouth, her hands reaching for the smooth warmth of his skin. The postulations of her scientific mind are finally silenced before the onslaught of overwhelming evidence.
It seems too perfect to be real. But it is.
The End
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