Title: Come (Drabble)
Author: Singing Violin
Series: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Not today. Not ever.
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"Come."

The voice provokes a visceral response: she shivers uncontrollably.

Looking up, she could swear he is smiling, even glowing.

As soon as she notices the twinkle in his eyes, it is gone.

He is her captain, nothing more. He cares about her only as a colleague and a friend. History would complicate anything else. Though she has never blamed him, he still feels guilty.

For a moment, she allows herself to fantasize. He pulls her towards him, cradles her in his arms, tastes her lips. She tells him she loves him.

She cannot allow it. Not today. Not ever.