A short drabble, set after Endgame.
Finally Home
We're finally home.
My hands in your hair, your lips on mine.
"We should go," you whisper against my lips, the argument weakened as you kiss me again. Starfleet were awaiting their newest heroine, she who had done the impossible, and brought her crew home.
Let them wait, I mentally reply. We've waited far too long for this.
We both work at the other's clothing, heading inevitably in the direction of the bedroom.
"Time?" you mumble.
I take a moment to try and think logically. "Five minutes." Damn.
You shrug, "that'll do," and push me on the bed. "Screw them."