"What are wishes? Are they logical?"
"Someone once told me that the having is not always better than the wanting, however illogical it may be." T'Pring replied, standing proudly before her captor. "But I do not know what force drives want. I believe it to be apart from logic entirely."
The woman before her smiled, half-closing her eyes in contemplation.
"Do you deny, then, that you illogically regret your consort's demise? Or is such a feeling mere logic?" As she spoke, the woman's eyebrows arched.
"It is logical that I want-" T'Pring started, only to be interrupted by the commander's noiseless approach as she drew nearer, pausing when she stood a mere breath away. "I-I want-" T'Pring's voice caught, something in the air between them not allowing the conversation to continue.
The Romulan woman gazed into her eyes, examining them, seeking something within their depths. Slowly, the woman's hand rose, her narrow fingers spreading apart in a question. T'Pring felt that she had no choice but to answer in the only way that she could, her lips having long frozen cold and unresponsive to the thundering of her mind, and lifted her own hand from her side to brush their fingertips together.
Warmth. It flared from their flesh, rippling into her mind and tearing free from her logic. T'Pring felt her heartbeat accelerate as the skin of the other pressed against her and curled around her, pressure and release, the flutter of passion like a carrion bird's wing beats as it plummeted to a corpse to gorge itself on death.
Stonn was gone. She no longer flew for him. No logic could ever return-
There was no thought here. No mind but mere fragments, each disintegrating with the Romulan woman's eager caresses and stealing away T'Pring's control. They were one. Flesh to flesh. Touching and touched. There was want and there was having, both seeming only to fuel the other and ignite this consuming fire.
Then it was over and T'Pring fell away, weak. Without the commander's warmth she was as fragile as frost.
"What will you do with me now that I am yours?"
"There is nothing left for you on Vulcan. I only ask that you will choose to stay with me." The commander seemed disoriented, no longer in absolute control with her previously ruthless precision.
"Then, it is logical if I decide that I wish to stay."
