Full notes and disclaimer in Chapter One.
Remember how I said I had more prompt words than I could use this month?
Well...turns out I can use a lot more than I thought I could! So, those of you who seem to have the words at your fingertips (Braxin? Hello?)...bring 'em on! As always, bonus points if they seem offbeat for a Trek fanfic! If I don't use them this month, I do have other fanfic projects in the works, and I'll be writing another series of drabbles in May.
This drabble happens immediately after my previous HoshiTravidabble, "Getting Warmer". Travis has a personal mission – can he accomplish it?
Warning: This story has some flagrantly suggestive elements, and likely earns the M rating, even though there's no sex per se. Proceed at your own risk...probably NSFW.
My thanks to today's contributors:
SoCS:
how
Chara 47:
letter
amethyst
blue bow
kinky
snowflake
Miah:
ribbon
Anonymous Donor:
blush
Romanesque
snowdrift
stitching
pole dancing
manifold
aberration
bondage rope
pleasure knot
corona
Seacook:
fishnet stockings
melting
kitten
"Love letters on amethyst paper tied with ribbon into a blue bow."
"It's chilly in here."
OK, how kinky are you?" He appraised her; other than her pretty blush. "Fishnet stockings with stitching up the back?"
"You might melt a snowflake."
"Are we talking Romanesque? Reclining couches and lots of booze?"
"Now the snowdrift is melting."
"I've got it! It's your pole dancing getup."
"The warp manifold is still the hottest thing on Enterprise."
"What kind of aberration turns you on? Bondage rope? Pleasure knots?"
Hoshi purred like a kitten. "You've struck corona, Travis. Want to try for the core?"