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Disclaimer: Star Trek: TNG does not belong to me, nor was it invented by me. I just like writing stories about the characters.
Author's Notes: I posted this once before, but, having decided at the time that it wasn't as good as I'd thought it was when I'd written it, I removed it. However, upon subsequent rereads, I came to the conclusion that I actually kind of liked this fic and would submit it again. So here it is. (For the record, I'm a complete Imzadi shipper.)
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Remember
by Monomania
Lying in his arms, she remembered.
The sheets that gently brushed her skin were cool, breezy, silken to the touch. He, tall, broad-shouldered, manly, had an arm wrapped around her with a grip surprisingly gentle for a Klingon. It was one of his relatively calmer days... one where he would, for a little while, simply hold her. She felt as though she needed to be cuddled today. Reassurance, perhaps. She turned her head and looked him in the eyes, smiling, and was rewarded with as friendly a look as Klingon males could wear. She moved her face closer, then felt his warm lips touch her own. They were locked in a passionate embrace.
Lost in his kisses, she remembered.
Lately she had been thinking more and more about her past relationships. Her highly physical fling with a man who had been a quarter empathic. Other relationships that were merely fleeting memories of shared love and attraction. And then... there was her intense relationship with Will Riker. Her Imzadi.
In another man's bed, she remembered.
It only took a few moments for both her physical and emotional responses to Worf's kisses to flare into being. She needed this man, wanted him, loved him. Something in her was utterly and completely satisfied as she returned his ravenous kisses; something in her cried out in delight as he nibbled her tongue, bit her lip, cupped a firm hand around her breast and pinched the nipple to make it hard. And yet... there was a small part of her that rebelled against allowing this Klingon to ravish her. It wanted something different, something that Worf could never provide. And, suddenly, she realized just what that was - a lack of any mental connection. The emotions, the physical reponses were there... but their minds had never connected, could never connect. All at once, thoughts of Will flashed through her mind, and she felt ashamed of herself. Intimate with Worf but thinking of Will... to her, it was enough like cheating to make her feel guilty. She tried to put the thoughts out of her mind.
But, much as she wanted to forget, she remembered.
She would always remember.
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Disclaimer: Star Trek: TNG does not belong to me, nor was it invented by me. I just like writing stories about the characters.
Author's Notes: I posted this once before, but, having decided at the time that it wasn't as good as I'd thought it was when I'd written it, I removed it. However, upon subsequent rereads, I came to the conclusion that I actually kind of liked this fic and would submit it again. So here it is. (For the record, I'm a complete Imzadi shipper.)
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Remember
by Monomania
Lying in his arms, she remembered.
The sheets that gently brushed her skin were cool, breezy, silken to the touch. He, tall, broad-shouldered, manly, had an arm wrapped around her with a grip surprisingly gentle for a Klingon. It was one of his relatively calmer days... one where he would, for a little while, simply hold her. She felt as though she needed to be cuddled today. Reassurance, perhaps. She turned her head and looked him in the eyes, smiling, and was rewarded with as friendly a look as Klingon males could wear. She moved her face closer, then felt his warm lips touch her own. They were locked in a passionate embrace.
Lost in his kisses, she remembered.
Lately she had been thinking more and more about her past relationships. Her highly physical fling with a man who had been a quarter empathic. Other relationships that were merely fleeting memories of shared love and attraction. And then... there was her intense relationship with Will Riker. Her Imzadi.
In another man's bed, she remembered.
It only took a few moments for both her physical and emotional responses to Worf's kisses to flare into being. She needed this man, wanted him, loved him. Something in her was utterly and completely satisfied as she returned his ravenous kisses; something in her cried out in delight as he nibbled her tongue, bit her lip, cupped a firm hand around her breast and pinched the nipple to make it hard. And yet... there was a small part of her that rebelled against allowing this Klingon to ravish her. It wanted something different, something that Worf could never provide. And, suddenly, she realized just what that was - a lack of any mental connection. The emotions, the physical reponses were there... but their minds had never connected, could never connect. All at once, thoughts of Will flashed through her mind, and she felt ashamed of herself. Intimate with Worf but thinking of Will... to her, it was enough like cheating to make her feel guilty. She tried to put the thoughts out of her mind.
But, much as she wanted to forget, she remembered.
She would always remember.
~*~