Black Cat
Clara Sutter had dyed her hair darkest black before putting on the shimmering violet-black witch's dress and hat. She normally wouldn't have dyed it, and most certainly wouldn't have waited so long to do so, but Alexander had told her that her usual shade didn't quite fit. Since it was Alex who had suggested the costume for the teen dance on the Enterprise-E, she'd done so, even if he had waited until it was almost too late to do so. She was sure that the dye was still wet on the non-exposed surfaces of her hair.
She practiced her evil laugh as she waited at the corridor junction for Alexander Rozhenko. She'd been told by her friends that her attempts were simply chilling. Even so, Clara practiced, causing a couple passing officers to look at her startled as they passed. She'd only been there a few minutes, though, when Alexander arrived.
He seemed to be rushing, and his hands had black splotches on them. It was a bit off of the otherwise clean brilliant blue and violet warlock robes he wore. Alexander looked behind him before striding over to Clara. For the first time, his hands pulled her close, entwining themselves in her hair. They kissed. He was only a quarter human, but tonight, the Klingon parts yielded to the foreplay from the Captain's homeland. Their mouths opened as the kiss deepened and the their tongues dueled.
It should have lasted longer, but Spot intervened, running from his master. The cat was dyed black, and tangled Clara and Alexander's legs as he threaded his way through them, avoiding Data. As the android followed his cat, Clara and Alexander pulled away from each other and headed to the dance, already looking forward to their good night kiss.