Like Flying
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"Tom?" B'Elanna's voice startled Tom out of his gentle slumber.
"Yeah Bell?" He said, yawning and rolling over to face her in bed.
"Which do you love more, me or flying?" B'Elanna looked at him with an almost fearful look on her face.
Tom pretended to consider this seriously, and then replied, "There's no competition. He leaned in closer to her and whispered into her ear, "When I'm with you, I feel like I'm flying."
B'Elanna stared dubiously at him, "Really?" she asked, in a childish voice.
Tom hugged B'Elanna to him and whispered softly into her hair, "Yes, really."
The End
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