On entering her sleeping quarters Aneep felt as immense feeling of relief. It had felt like days since she had last seen her bed. Today had definitely felt like a long one.

The walk from the med-bay to her quarters was short (practicality dictated that she should be housed near the wards at all times) however she felt exhausted as she finally flopped down onto her sheets. She'd discarded her uniform quickly, almost as soon as she had entered the room, in fact she began removing articles before the door had slid back into place to shield her from the rest of the ship. She'd dumped each item of clothing on the floor en route to her pillows and climbed into bed naked as was her custom. Closing her eyes with a sigh she'd expected sleep to come quickly. It didn't. She lay in the comfort of her sanctuary for several minutes but sleep was not forthcoming. She knew the reason why, and it had nothing to do with the cup of caf she'd just drunk. How could sleep possibly come when all she could think about where the dark depths of violent brown eyes and the well-muscled torso of a handsome young man suspended in a black abyss.

"Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it." She chided herself, but it did not help. Still he floated in her mind's eye.

It was though his image had been etched onto her retinas and the longer she focused on him the more she felt a deep throb of longing low in her abdomen. All her blood seemed to rush south, the more she lay there and pictured him the more she became aware of it. Soon between her thighs beat a heartbeat of its own, hot and wet and yearning to be touched. She lay there for a couple minutes more before she gave in and let her hand wander down her body… after all, it might help her sleep. Giving in to the sensation of her finger tips as they found their mark she allowed herself to think of him now.

He stood shirtless in her office. He was waiting for her with fire in his eyes. In her fantasy she had healed him completely, his torso and face were without scars. His tousled hair fell around his strikingly youthful face and she admired it openly and allowed him to see the pleasure it brought her to see him like this. He was stood by her desk, the bacta tank was empty and stood redundant in the center of the room. She crossed to him quickly and he took her firmly in those big strong arms as his mouth claimed hers in a forceful and demanding kiss. She answered him gladly and with equal passion, moving one hand to capture the back of his neck and the other buried itself into that beautiful dark hair urging him on with a not so gentle tug. He dragged his mouth away from her lips and growled into her ear,

"Doctor, take off your tunic."

The thought of him giving her such an instruction made Aneep's throat catch as she moaned into her pillow.

Stepping back from the crush of his body she kept her eyes trained on his as she slowly and seductively shook down her hair and unclasped her tunic tantalizingly, one fastening at a time. She doubted in the real world that she would ever be this bold, but in her imagining she could be a master temptress without any sense of awkwardness or embarrassment.

Free of her uniform's bulkiest layer she now stood before him in her breeches, boots and a thin under garment covering her breasts. He looked at her, passion smoldering in his eyes as he crossed to her to once again claim her mouth. His hands slipped under her top and found her breast peaked and aching to be touched. He trailed kisses down her neck as he cupped and stroked and she was drunk with desire and wanting now. Wanting this, this, only this and more of this. Stumbling with the intertwining of their bodies she directed them over to her desk. Turning, Aneep cleared the surface with an aggressive wave of her arm and as he grabbed her and picked her up by the backside to place her on the desk the sound of data pads hitting the floor filled the office. Aneep reveled in this little detail as she'd always wanted to do that in real life. Sat on the desk now with her legs spread either side of him, she feverishly kissed him as her hand found his breeches and she expertly unburdened him of that troublesome item of clothing. He too became busy, quickly pulling her top over her head, pushing her back onto the desk and then seeking her breast with his mouth which sent shivers of desire through her whole body.

She was close now. Very close.

She writhed on the bed restless with desire, hot and wet with it. She skipped the fantasy on a few stages as she didn't want to miss the main event.

Now they were both naked. He on top of her, covering her, kissing her hard into the work surface. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, pulling him into her. As he entered her they both moaned as their bodies became even more entwined into each other, hands and faces in each other's hair, breathing in sync, pulling each other closer, closer. As he drove into her she cried out in pleasure.

So close. So fucking close.

She groaned into her pillow hips pushing deeper and harder into her hand wanting the release, needing it.

He thrust, she was so ready, wet and hot with wanting. She kissed him and panted her pleasure against his lips and as he built his rhythm he growled his response back and she could feel it vibrate in his throat and on her lips.

Yes. Yes. Nearly there. Almost there.

She imagined his groans, the heat of his skin and her own slick with sweat. She imagined the weight of him on top of her, of the feeling of those powerful thrusts pushing her, pounding her into complete distraction.

Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes!

She imagined the rise of her own hips to match his rhythm, of pulling him closer into her with her arched back and milking every ounce of pleasure out of his beautiful body. She imagined the quickening of their pace as they both were nearly there, holding onto him tightly as the world around her began to break away, digging her fingers into his back as the feelings overwhelmed her in all their shattering brilliance.

Yes, yes, yes!

Aneep climaxed heavily, her cries muffled only by the pillow that she had driven her face into. The orgasm crashed through her in wonderful relieving waves and she lay for several minutes with her hand still pressed to the hot throbbing core of her desire which was now slick with her own pleasure. After moments had passed and the wave subsided she rolled onto her back and smiled listening to her own pounding heart and shaking breaths.

"Fuck." She said aloud drowsily, and laughed to herself before rolling onto her side with a contented sigh and promptly fell asleep.