Echoes of future past, part 9
Dylan woke early the next morning, a smile on his face. He looked down and to the side, and saw Rommie was still asleep, curled-up at his side, one of her arms draped across his chest, a content smile on her lips. He had literally dreamed of this moment over the years, and now it was finally here, he didn't want to do anything to change it.
He lay there for what felt like hours, just watching her sleep. She looked so innocent, so venerable. It was hard to believe that she was a warship: She had been so nervous the night before, so tender, it was easy to forget she wasn't human. So Dylan had simply let that thought slip from his mind, and had embraced her as a woman, a woman he loved.
Rommie woke, and her mind was instantly filled with memories of the night before. The smile on her lips grew as she looked up at Dylan, "Morning." Dylan pulled her close and kissed her, "Good morning to you too. Sleep well?" Rommie giggled, "I would have slept better if you didn't snore so much!" Dylan looked at her, "I do not snore!" Rommie smiled, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you do. But I can live with it." Dylan put his arms around her, "I'm glad to hear that, because I don't intend on ever letting you go."
Rommie blinked, "Uh-oh! We have a problem." Dylan looked at her, concerned, "What?" Rommie's face fell, "The Admirals ship arrived last night, and he came aboard to talk with you." Dylan was confused, "So? I was asleep in my quarters, I'm sure he'll understand." Rommie gritted her teeth, "We weren't asleep when he went to knock on the hatch, and these walls aren't as sound- proof as you'd think." Dylan sighed, "We better go face the music." He leaned over and brushed a few stray hairs from across Rommie's face, "What ever happens, I have no regrets about last night." Rommie smiled, holding his hand to the side of her face with her own, "Nether do I."
It took them a few minuets to find their clothes, a few more for Rommie to straighten out her hair, and they where ready to face the Admiral. The made their way along the corridors to the briefing room, trying to ignore the looks the crew gave them. Halfway there they ran into Beka, "Well, I see you two have finally gotten up." She said with a smile, "All I'll say is this: it's about time!" Rommie blushed, and Dylan smiled, "I could say the same about you and Tyr. How long have the two of you been dancing round the subject of your feelings for each other?" Beka smiled, "True. Good luck."
Dylan knocked on the briefing room door and they went in.
TBC
Dylan woke early the next morning, a smile on his face. He looked down and to the side, and saw Rommie was still asleep, curled-up at his side, one of her arms draped across his chest, a content smile on her lips. He had literally dreamed of this moment over the years, and now it was finally here, he didn't want to do anything to change it.
He lay there for what felt like hours, just watching her sleep. She looked so innocent, so venerable. It was hard to believe that she was a warship: She had been so nervous the night before, so tender, it was easy to forget she wasn't human. So Dylan had simply let that thought slip from his mind, and had embraced her as a woman, a woman he loved.
Rommie woke, and her mind was instantly filled with memories of the night before. The smile on her lips grew as she looked up at Dylan, "Morning." Dylan pulled her close and kissed her, "Good morning to you too. Sleep well?" Rommie giggled, "I would have slept better if you didn't snore so much!" Dylan looked at her, "I do not snore!" Rommie smiled, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you do. But I can live with it." Dylan put his arms around her, "I'm glad to hear that, because I don't intend on ever letting you go."
Rommie blinked, "Uh-oh! We have a problem." Dylan looked at her, concerned, "What?" Rommie's face fell, "The Admirals ship arrived last night, and he came aboard to talk with you." Dylan was confused, "So? I was asleep in my quarters, I'm sure he'll understand." Rommie gritted her teeth, "We weren't asleep when he went to knock on the hatch, and these walls aren't as sound- proof as you'd think." Dylan sighed, "We better go face the music." He leaned over and brushed a few stray hairs from across Rommie's face, "What ever happens, I have no regrets about last night." Rommie smiled, holding his hand to the side of her face with her own, "Nether do I."
It took them a few minuets to find their clothes, a few more for Rommie to straighten out her hair, and they where ready to face the Admiral. The made their way along the corridors to the briefing room, trying to ignore the looks the crew gave them. Halfway there they ran into Beka, "Well, I see you two have finally gotten up." She said with a smile, "All I'll say is this: it's about time!" Rommie blushed, and Dylan smiled, "I could say the same about you and Tyr. How long have the two of you been dancing round the subject of your feelings for each other?" Beka smiled, "True. Good luck."
Dylan knocked on the briefing room door and they went in.
TBC
