Muses work at the most inappropriate times...
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Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, nor is the secondary poem, everything else though it J So please keep my name attached to it.
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-Insurrection, Pre-Nemesis
Times long past
Quiet breezes played joyfully in her hair, lifting and twirling the dark strands with tender touches. Tiny raindrops joined them, burying themselves in the softness and coating her skin with a warm blanket. With a blink of her eyes she caused the drops of liquid that had gathered on her eyelashes to fall down and join their companions on silken skin.
But none of the teasing and playing the breezes and the raindrops did, registered to the woman standing on the porch of the immense house. Her eyes were turned upwards to the sky, searching for the stars that were for the moment hidden behind clouds two shades lighter than the night. It was as if the fragile swirls of clouds tried to cloak her thoughts from her.
It was unable to prevent that, as star after star peeked through the blanket of condensed air and the woman's thoughts began to lead a life of their own.
Thinking of times long past
I allow myself to feel the remnants of emotions
Of feelings so sweet and strong
It was amazing how well she remembered him after so many years. How well she could recall the stars sparkling in his blue eyes and that one curl of brown hair that ever did his bidding. She had fallen in love with him quicker than she thought possible and she had been kicking and screaming all the way.
This hairy starman wasn't someone she had imagined herself marrying; he was too confident, too arrogant and definitely not the kind of man to settle down so early in his life. His mind was too rough and undisciplined and his body…his entire body was covered in –hair-.
Not something she had thought attractive.
A love transcended by worlds
Formed in mind, thought and soul
A love binding me to him
And making both of us whole
And then…then she had come to know him, then she had sensed his feelings change from bodily desire into the beginnings of the strongest love she'd ever felt and when she could fight him no longer she had fallen into him arms. Willfully.
Like the clouds above her, that now mixed with the night until they disappeared, so had they intertwined their souls together until they had become one. Neither of them fully realizing what was happening until their destiny had been sealed.
And now she wondered if she would have fought harder to resist him, had someone told her of the heartbreak that was to follow.
Thinking of times long past
I recognize my past decisions
Resulting in outcomes both right and wrong
Looking in hindsight she was sure her life wouldn't have been nearly as fulfilling, had the two of them gotten married on Risa, as their plan was. She would have missed much of her current life; her independence, her career and perhaps even her friends.
There were however, still times when she wished that she could erase that period of her life. The period of her life in which he proposed to her, then left and never returned again.
Only she knew that the friendship they had built onboard the starship called Enterprise wouldn't have been the same without that period. She doubted it would ever have become as deep and trusting, had they not known each other before.
On the other hand, she couldn't help but wonder how she would have behaved herself, had she not had the knowledge that she couldn't trust him with her heart. Would they have thrown their own advice in the wind? Would he still have broken her heart, but at a later point in their lives?
A friendship struggling for existence
Growing stronger with each day
But never past that single line
Because neither of us wanted it that way
There were so many unknown's, so many what if's that it was impossible to answer her own questions. All she could do was speculate and all that did was make her more and more melancholic.
She jumped slightly when two strong arms circled around her from behind, drawing her back against a broad and warm chest, then relaxed as she realized to whom those arms belonged. A shudder ran up her spine as she remembered how she had to fight to even be able to be in the same room with him, when he'd first come onboard the ship.
Whenever their eyes locked she had to fight not to scream or break out in tears and the first times they'd touched it had taken her all her strength not to allow him to see the anger and hurt burning inside her. But with time those feelings had lessened and she started to enjoy his company more and more.
"I could feel you all the way up the Bridge." He whispered into her ear, his hot breath caressing the shell and sending shivers down her spine. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing…just thinking."
"Of?"
She considered his question for a moment, trying to put into words what she hadn't been able to put into thoughts. When she failed, she settled for a simple explanation, convinced he would know what she meant. He always did. "Just thinking of times long past."
Thinking of times long past
I remember how it felt
Not perfect, but always right
The guilt that flooded his mind, cascaded into her own reminding her of all the instances she had felt it during the years. It was the remnant of a memory both had tried hard to forget, or at least tuck away deeply in their mind, but neither had ever quite succeeded. All it took to bring it back to the surface was a touch or a word, or sometimes just a meeting of the eyes.
"I know" she said before he could apologize…again. "I have always known"
"But that didn't ease the hurt." He reminded her with a voice full of self-incrimination.
"No, no, it didn't."
A memory buried beneath all others
To keep the pain under control
But always failing when he looked at me
When he saw right into my soul
With small steps, he guided his lover backwards until the back of his knees hit the swing. Careful not to make her fall down, he sat down and pulled Deanna onto his lap, tightening his embrace around her.
"It wouldn't have worked" she said suddenly in answer to his unspoken thoughts "there were too many differences, too many things both of us still had to do. We weren't compatible enough." She finished with a laughing edge to her tone.
"Perhaps not, but when I look at the journey it took us to get here I wish it wouldn't have taken me so long."
"It isn't the destination that matters, it's how we get there that does." Deanna quoted wisely and allowed him the time to realize the truth in that statement. To herself she silently thanked him, for his questions had answered her own. They hadn't been compatible enough, back on Betazed.
Him a Starfleet Officer, with a single goal in life; to climb the stairs of command as fast as he could. And herself a psychology student, still not sure just what she wanted to do with her life.
Of course, looking in hindsight was easier, but that didn't compromise the fact that it was the truth. And even being stood up by Riker on Risa taught her a valuable lesson; love alone wasn't enough.
Thinking of times long past
I recall the cards we were dealt
The odds against us impossible to fight
Imzadi alone wasn't enough.
Throughout the trails and tribulations of her life, Will Riker's presence had been a constant since adolescence; whether in her thoughts or physically. The Imzadi bond the two shared had never been broken and for years on end had been hidden in a dark corner of her mind. Lying low until the time was right for it to emerge again.
And after the Briar Patch, it did so with a vengeance.
For years it had absorbed every tendril of love floating through her mind or Will's, nursing it until finally they stopped running from the truth and admitted their love for each other.
Then had the bond, neglected for so many years, opened and blossomed, wiping away every chance of ever denying it again.
A bond long ignored
Nearly starved to death
But not once forgotten
Although of love, always bereft
They had thought they were as close as they could be before, but now…now they were as close as only a true and devoted Imzadi-couple could become. Thoughts often drifted from one mind into another without the slightest obstacle in their way.
So unlike before. No training was needed, no long hours of learning how to focus and concentrate. Telepathic communication had become as easy as talking and for the very first time in her life, Deanna was grateful that she and Will hadn't shared such a strong connection when he left her.
For him to have seen her after Risa would have been more humiliating than she could've born. The long nights of crying herself to sleep, of doing nothing but gazing up the stars and thinking about him, no matter how much she hated him at that point in her life.
Of course he knew that now, for she had to bear her soul to him in preparation of tomorrow and he had seen everything. Every tear that had fallen, every curse she had spoken and every vase she had broken. He had been making it up to her for days, as if her pain was as strong as it had been.
He had held her then; when she cried of pain inflicted so long again, and for the happiness he brought her in the present.
Thinking of times long past
Tears fall down my cheeks
Silently trailing their tortured way
The next day, as tradition required it, it was him who bared his soul and allowed her to see into the deepest corners of his heart. His pain when his mother died, the anger and resentment towards his father…and the fear. Always the fear that if he dared to love someone unconditionally they would leave.
She now knew the cause behind the gratitude she had felt from him during their relationship on her home planet, and later onboard the Enterprise. He had loved her with all his heart and soul and she hadn't left.
He had.
And no longer did she feel the pain or the longing, or the anger. All she felt was acceptance. It didn't matter that he left before, for he was with her now; once again making her soul feel whole. Knowing that this he wouldn't run made it only so much sweeter and stronger, so much so that she couldn't hold back any longer.
A soul made whole again
By the question he asked me
By the answer I gave him
And the wedding that will be
With a sure movement, Troi turned herself around on her lover's lap and fastened her mouth on her fiancé's. Teasingly she trailed the tip of her tong along his lower lip, eliciting a needy groan from the man beneath her which increased when she bit down on his sensitive skin. She then slipped her tongue in and was welcomed by his. Underneath her she could him harden, but kept herself firmly in check in order to obey the traditions she was to follow.
Making love tonight, was out of the question, no matter how badly she wanted it and so she broken the kiss, stopping him from complaining by pressing a singly finger across his moistened lips. ~Not tonight Imzadi~ she ordered him reluctantly and rested her head against his shoulder.
He wanted it as much as she did, she could tell and to comfort himself and her, he dragged her into a swirl of memories from their recent love making sessions. Some furious and passionate, others slow and tender and all of them resulting in an ever closer union of bodies and souls.
"Will" she protested weakly, already on the verge of giving in. In return he simply smiled beneath his beard and lifted a hand to caress a sensitive breast.
Thinking of times long past
I reflect upon the weeks
That led us to this day
"I don't think so Mister." With renewed strength she pushed him backwards and quickly climbed off his lap. "You wanted a mix of both our cultures and that's exactly what you got." Grinning broadly, Troi leant forward to deliver another kiss, intimately cupping the noticeable bulge between his legs as she did so. Then straightened and called for the exit. ~I'll see you in twenty-four hours Imzadi~ Without looking back she darted into the corridors of the ship and disappeared from his sight.
Running a quick relaxation-technique through her mind, Deanna quelled the passion he'd fired within her and headed for Crusher's quarters, where she would spend the night.
Her heart was beating furiously in her chest no that tomorrow was suddenly very close by. The mood she had thought herself into on the holodeck had almost completely lifted and she could hardly wait for night to come. Because when she would wake up, the day of their 'official' union would have begun.
A bright light shining in the distance
Flanked by our best of friends
A gateway leading to our marriage
And to the bonding of two loose ends
There was no doubt in her mind that this was right, that –they- were right. Together forever, through sickness and through health, for better and for worse.
A black box on the table caught her eye and she recognized it as her own. Knowing what she would find inside she carefully lifted the box and took out the two pieces of paper. One was a poem he had written to her on Betazed, the other was a Betazoid poem he'd given to her when he proposed. In translation it read:
"One ring to show our love,
one ring to bind us,
one ring to seal our love
and forever to intertwine us."
She remember how surprised she'd been, that he had actually delved into her ancestor's history to find the ancient poem and even more surprised had she been when he told her that he knew about the Fifth House's special role in any Betazoid marriage. The history of the Rings of Betazed was ancient and hardly any Betazoids still knew about it and yet Riker had found out about it and wanted to honor it.
And thus tomorrow would the Rings be used for the purpose they had meant to fulfill, a tradition held only by the Daughters of the Fifth House and one she was proud to observe.
Both herself and Will would be standing in a Ring for the duration of the ceremony, until the last stage, in the Rings would be put on top of each other, creating the Betazoid symbol of marriage and which she and her Imzadi would stand as the bond between them was completed and sealed.
Thinking of times long past
I know that I am where I should be
Together at last with the one I call Imzadi
When Beverly got home later that day, she found Deanna sleeping on the couch with a tender smile curled around her lips. Carefully she took the piece of paper the Betazoid was holding and placed it on the table. She covered Troi's slim body with a blanket and smoothed a curl away from her peaceful features.
Before Crusher placed the paper in the box and closed it, she allowed herself to read the new and final lines Deanna had added,
Thinking of times long past,
Is no longer important
Our future is shining brightly
And together we're going forward.
