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Rating: K+

Thanks goes to Swedentrekkie for translation. And Quantumsilver for the review.

My quarters' desk is my professional storage space for everything. It's completely covered... with PADDs, coffee mugs, nick nacks and so on.

"Come on, show up!"

I was running out of patience. Something enormous was brewing inside of me.

Close your eyes. Breath deeply.

I was sitting, looking at the desk that was bending under the weight of the burden of both work and daily life. I was only tracing after a little round item and couldn't even find it here.

Blind wrath overwelmed me in less than one second.

Within the next, I swept everything I could reach with one arm in a single move down from the desk, shouting out loudly, "Shit!"

And then got annoyed that I hadn't come up with anything better.

A huge destructive urge overwhelmed me and since some material had stayed on the desk I brushed it off again, with my whole body. I was practically lying on the desktop like a castaway on a raft.

Afterwards I stamped on the items spread all over the room but quickly realized that I wasn't really focused on that task but already pondered upon where to step and where I shouldn't. Suddenly I felt extremely childish.

"You're a Starfleet Captain! Will you put yourself together!"

I paused for a moment and observed my work. It was good. I was pleased.

There!

"Gotcha."

I bent down to the floor and picked it up. So my ecstatic loss of control had at least brought about some result.

"And all of that because of you."

All that because of a ridiculous pip.

What do you mean by ridiculous? It's the most sacred thing you have at the moment!

The pip that Seven of Nine had held in her hand... that she had breathed on and had polished on the cloth over her breast and that she had then fastened to my dress uniform.

She had been standing so close. I had been looking at her and my eyes got stuck on those full lips. At that very moment, my inner self had cried out for those lips to be my territory. Those lips and everything that went with them – everything, the entire woman.

It was at that point that I became aware that my feelings had gained control over me. The woman was turning everything upside down in my life. She contradicted the captain in front of the crew, disobeyed orders and my well wrapped emotions were unleashed by a glance at her lips.