Disclaimer: Don't own them. Kinda wish I did, though... *sigh*...
Author's Note: Inspired by a scene from 'Chicago Fire'. Fans of that show will know what I'm getting at... ;)
Acknowledgement and thanks go to Oystercatcher1 (for helping me out in a fix with the title) and meganlmj (for giving me this plot bunny in the first place).
Big thank you to my amazingly awesome and unequalled beta, who makes all my stuff reader proof. My stories would be nothing without her expertise.
Enjoy. :)
Harry coughed to get Seven of Nine's attention. "Hey, Seven… I was w-wondering… i-if you… wanted..."
"Ensign Kim, please dispense with your stuttering and 'cut to the chase'."
"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"
Seven regarded the man in front of her with a curious expression, remaining silent as she thought over her answer.
"Is this invitation a pretext for initiating a non-platonic relationship?"
"Uh… I guess."
"Do you wish to copulate with me?"
Harry's mouth fell open as his mind continued to struggle to keep up with Seven;s brash questions. Eventually his mouth decided on an answer itself, having lost patience with his brain. "No."
"Why not?" Wow, she almost sounds… hurt.
"Um…"
Becoming increasingly frustrated, Seven decided to give his thoughts some direction. "Do you dislike me somehow?"
That I CAN answer! "No. I wouldn't have asked you out if I did."
"Then you find me physically unattractive?"
"Uh…"
Seven's patience ran out.
"Are you a homosexual, Ensign Kim?"
Harry's eyes jumped from their sockets.
"No!" Why would she think THAT?
"Well, I have come to the conclusion that I am. Therefore, you will understand why the prospect of such a 'romantic liason' is... unappealing."
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.