Warning: May be straying into borderline M here.
Disclaimer: Star Trek does not nor will ever belong to me. I only own Sonja Laxely.
A/N: Thank you ArtyLou for reviewing the last chapter! Also, thanks goes out to everyone who is following this lil' story of mine. This chapter is for everyone who has had a 'not so PG' dream about a certain blond, blue-eyed captain. ;)

The First Time

She Dreamed About Him

She had no explanation for how it happened or why. Skyla had outright laughed in her face when Sonja finally caved and shared the reason for her distraction during lunch. Then, upon reading the bemusement on the security officer's face, Skyla said dreams usually stem from the heart's inner desires and fears. Maybe Sonja subconsciously wanted the captain.

She didn't deny it. Instead, she became quiet, introspective.

"It is safe to assume that, right? I mean, you were the one taking charge and practically sucking his mouth off."

Yes, she had. But he had been the one to lift her up onto a decorative hall table, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. And the moment she realized he'd frozen at her demanding kisses, she hesitated. Their mouths still connected, their limbs still wrapped around each other; she felt suddenly extremely self conscious and brushed her tongue tentatively alongside his.

Slowly, he began to respond; the kiss transformed to something more gentle but no less feverish. Then, his warm hands were splayed on either side of her hips, pulling her core flush up against his sturdy body. He'd then lifted her from the table and slowly lowered her so that she slid down his front, emitting a tortured sigh from her when their crouches brushed. Before she could drop her legs to the floor to catch herself, he lifted her body and repeated the slow dissention.

"Sonja?" Skyla snapped her fingers and the security officer was alert once more.

"What?" Sonja's voice croaked, her throat suddenly very dry.

Smirking in amusement, Skyla watched as her friend quickly reached for her cup, lifted it to her lips, then frown when she found it to be empty.

"Did you?"

"Nope. All you."

Knowing how work oriented the officer was, Skyla hoped for her sake (even though this side of her was hilarious) that Sonja would snap out of this haze soon before others began to notice.

'Others like, oh I don't know, the Captain himself and anyone close to him.'