There's always room for P/C, even if it is a bit maudlin.
Bitter
Drabble
By E. Wallace
2001
She couldn't tell whether it was by accident or design, the way his kiss fell on the corner of her mouth rather than her cheek.
It wasn't the first time he had kissed her, but of all those kisses, this was the only one she had never wanted.
A farewell kiss as he left for Ba'ku and Anij.
They had shared a last breakfast together then she made up a fictitious surgery to avoid having to see him off in the transporter room.
The taste of his kiss lingered on her lips... a bitter taste.
As bitter as her tears.
