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"Jean Luc?" His arms tighten around me.
"Beverly?"
The warm night air blows into the bedroom, carrying with it the sweet scent of wild honeysuckles and fresh cut grass. Wesley left us after dinner. He said he had to get back to San Francisco and start talking to people. I think he's actually thinking about leaving the Academy. This isn't the first time he's thought about leaving, though. I remember an incident not too long ago where he all but dropped out of school. To tell you the truth, I don't think Wes really wants to be in Starfleet. He entered the Academy because he could; he is extremely intelligent. And, it's all he knew for most of his life. Moreover, I think that Jean Luc's influence was a huge impetus that fueled Wes' love for space and exploration.
Now, though(because of our example), Wes sees that a good life can be had outside of the regimented structuralism that Starfleet demands. And, truthfully, I think he will be happy outside of it- if that's what he chooses. I don't really have an opinion as to what Wes should do with his life. I want him to be happy and I want him to be free to explore his creativity and talents.
He's been experimenting heavily in the study of static warp fields. He told me a while back that he'd been approached by a private company that is experimenting with pushing the current warp boundary. He'd initially brushed the offer off, but now I think he's reneging on that opinion. But, I don't want Wes to leave Starfleet over this incident if it can be prevented. I want him to have the opportunity to finish his education and something that he's spent most of his life building towards.
I grab my husband's solid hand and tangle our fingers together, scraping the metal of our wedding bands. He notices the gesture and moves close to feather hot open kisses on my neck. I smile and turn my body to face him. I want to talk and discuss, but my husband has other ideas entirely as he pulls me underneath him and begins to kiss me.
"It's too hot for clothing," he smiles as his free hand finds the hem of my shirt.
"Jean Luc! We can turn on the environmental controls." I joke in response.
I tear my hand away from his as I mirror his action. Soon, our clothes are divested and thrown to the side. The past few days have been too intense and nothing is settled yet; Wesley's position at the academy is still in limbo and we haven't gotten to the bottom of what's truly going on with the admiralty. But, none of that matters as I lie in bed with the man that I love.
I feel his body and my own grow hot and respond to our nearness. Skin slides against skin and finally, no barriers separate us.
"You know," I try to maintain a running dialogue as he kisses across my chest, "when I was in the car with Wes he asked me if we were pregnant again."
I feel him shake his head as he moves closer to my breast, "do you want to be?"
I feel like a limp seal as his hands wander down my body. "Unh! Jean Luc I can't focus when-ungh!-" my back arches in response, "when you're….when you're doing that."
He halts his movement and withdraws his hand, suddenly becoming serious. He looks right at me and I feel time stop. I can't see anything else but him as he moves in close to claim my mouth. His passion is evident and I'm overwhelmed by the love that he has for me. I'm overwhelmed by how often and how much he still wants me. He pulls away slowly but stays close, "do you want to be?"
My free hand moves up to cup his cheek, "of course I do."
He laughs, amused by the prospect of another life in our home, "then what are we waiting for?"
And he diligently resumes his previous activities.