STAR TREK: VOYAGER - Whispers
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Introduction: 215 words, in this order, for the first time.
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"Resistance is futile."
B'elanna pushed back with both hands. "What!"
The cabin was dim, but her glare was clear enough.
"What?" Tom's response held genuine confusion, the promise of the moment fleeting.
"Computer, lights," she ordered. "Why would you say that?"
The navigator thought on his course carefully, offering, "Well, obviously I was wrong."
Starfleet's onesie design had its limitations and B'elanna slipped her shoulder back inside the versatile fabric. She took a step away from Tom's bunk and turned to face him, her brow tight with thought.
"Hold on." Tom held up a hand, hoping to slow what was coming. "I only meant my charms. Anything physical is just me getting my ass kicked."
"That still might happen," her voice had come down a notch; maybe the evening wasn't lost.
"It was pillow talk — like, we're helpless against this gravity between us," his words seemed to be working. Her posture relaxed and he opened his hand to her.
Nesting her fingers in his, she stepped into him. "Like this," she said, leaning their bodies together.
Tom dimmed the room with a word and slid his hand midway up her back, to her fallen zipper.
Muffled in their kiss, he whispered, "She wouldn't really say that, anyway."
B'elanna bit hard onto his lip. "Computer, lights!"
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