Dreamers Never Lie
By Coral
Disclaimer: Yeah, they're Trek's. I might have to accept what they do with the characters, but I don't have to like it...
"How I wish I could be sure it's me that turns you on, Each time you close your eyes, I've heard it said that dreamers never lie.
You've been talkin' in your sleep, sleepin' in your dreams,
With some sweet lover..."
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She placed a hand upon his chest, savouring the simple motion that was provided by his steady, rhythmic breathing. She watched him, so peaceful in sleep, one arm still curled around her naked body. His skin was warm against hers. Everything about him was warmer than her, as if the passion in his mind heated him somehow. She loved that about him.
She closed her eyes and lay there, just savouring the quietness of the early hours of the morning. The only sound was the hum of the engines, and their combined breathing. She was starting to drift back to sleep when he shifted under her, mumbling under his breath.
She opened one eye lazily, not really wanting to wake up properly. Chakotay often stirred in his sleep, she had learnt, and if she just stayed still and didn't do anything to make him aware of the waking world, then he would just stay asleep. She was closing her eye again when she picked one word out of his mutterings.
"Kathryn..." he whispered, and pulled her closer to him.
She held her breath, trying not to disturb him as he ran a hand through her hair, whispering again. Then he fell still once more and she relaxed, falling into a deep sleep of her own.
It was his stirring that awoke her again in the morning, and the way he was quietly calling her name. She pulled him down to her, kissing him softly.
"Good morning," he said, smiling that dimpled smile that made her feel like she was melting inside.
"Sleep well?" she asked teasingly, tracing the dark lines of the tattoo on his forehead.
"Very..."
"You were talking, you know. In your sleep."
"Oh?" he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Did I say anything interesting?"
She screwed up her face, as if concentrating hard. "No. Nothing interesting," she eventually said.
"That's a shame... I was having very nice dreams... about us..." he said, planting kisses on the nape of her neck to punctuate the sentence.
"Tell me about them," Seven whispered, kissing him back.
END
Disclaimer: Yeah, they're Trek's. I might have to accept what they do with the characters, but I don't have to like it...
"How I wish I could be sure it's me that turns you on, Each time you close your eyes, I've heard it said that dreamers never lie.
You've been talkin' in your sleep, sleepin' in your dreams,
With some sweet lover..."
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She placed a hand upon his chest, savouring the simple motion that was provided by his steady, rhythmic breathing. She watched him, so peaceful in sleep, one arm still curled around her naked body. His skin was warm against hers. Everything about him was warmer than her, as if the passion in his mind heated him somehow. She loved that about him.
She closed her eyes and lay there, just savouring the quietness of the early hours of the morning. The only sound was the hum of the engines, and their combined breathing. She was starting to drift back to sleep when he shifted under her, mumbling under his breath.
She opened one eye lazily, not really wanting to wake up properly. Chakotay often stirred in his sleep, she had learnt, and if she just stayed still and didn't do anything to make him aware of the waking world, then he would just stay asleep. She was closing her eye again when she picked one word out of his mutterings.
"Kathryn..." he whispered, and pulled her closer to him.
She held her breath, trying not to disturb him as he ran a hand through her hair, whispering again. Then he fell still once more and she relaxed, falling into a deep sleep of her own.
It was his stirring that awoke her again in the morning, and the way he was quietly calling her name. She pulled him down to her, kissing him softly.
"Good morning," he said, smiling that dimpled smile that made her feel like she was melting inside.
"Sleep well?" she asked teasingly, tracing the dark lines of the tattoo on his forehead.
"Very..."
"You were talking, you know. In your sleep."
"Oh?" he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Did I say anything interesting?"
She screwed up her face, as if concentrating hard. "No. Nothing interesting," she eventually said.
"That's a shame... I was having very nice dreams... about us..." he said, planting kisses on the nape of her neck to punctuate the sentence.
"Tell me about them," Seven whispered, kissing him back.
END