D'stil stood at the window, looking out to the capital. The capital lights were bright against the dark sky. It seemed quiet in the streets, but it wasn't. Klingons were fighting and yelling at each other. None of them knew what happened in the room above them.
D'stil looked at the bed, to see that Miral was still sleeping. She was laying on her stomach, but her beautiful face was facing him. Only the bottom half of her was covered by the sheets. The blanket was on the floor along with most of the pillows. He wanted to crawl back in bed with her. She turned in bed and the sheet moved. D'stil felt himself growing hard. He reached up and felt the bite mark on his face that she gave him earlier in the evening.
He thought about how this happened. It was supposed to be a dinner between friends, but she kept flirting with him. He would have done better if she was in her Starfleet uniform, not in a human dress that showed him all her curves. He let out a moan as he thought about the dress that was on the floor somewhere. He thought that he might have torn it just trying to get off of her. After dinner she had asked him to walk her back to her apartment, he had thought it was better for him to do it, so she didn't get attack on her way home from the restaurant. She had asked if he wanted a drink as they stopped in front of her door. He told her no that he needed to get back to his ship. She ran her fingers down his chest and he let out a growl. She took that as invitation and leaned up and kissed him. Once her lips were on his, he lost all control and pulled her close to him.
They somehow got in her apartment before she bit him. She led him to the bedroom as they pulled each other's clothes. They fell in the bed naked. Every sigh, moan, growl went straight to his groin. When he finally entered her, he felt that he was home.
"D'stil, stop thinking and come back to bed," D'stil saw that Miral's eyes were open. She was looking at him. He should grab his clothes and head out. They could talk about this in morning and what it meant for them. But Miral looked very inviting in the bed. In his mind they were already getting married, so there was no harm by getting in her bed. He climbed in next to her and she scratched his chest before climbing on top of him.
"Still unsatisfied," He placed his hands on her bed.
"I wanted this for a long time," She leaned and down kissed him.
D'stil woke to the sun coming in the window and a warm body next to him. He looked over and saw Miral next to him. It wasn't a dream for him. He had dreamt of this happening, and it finally happen. He had watched her turn from a girl to a beautiful woman. He wanted her since he was a young man at the university. He knew that she was the one for him, but he didn't know how she would react to that. He traced a finger along her back. He felt her stir and turn to face him. She smiled at him.
"Good morning, D'stil. I didn't think that you would be here this morning," Miral sat up and pulled the sheet with her.
"Miral, we have to talk," He said. He really wanted to pull her close and have his way with her again.
"Shit, is that the time?" D'stil followed her eyes. "I have to pick up my parents," Miral jumped up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
She came out ten minutes later, dressed. She smiled at him. She was going to have to stop smiling at him or she was going to be even later picking up her parents. She kissed him. "Will you be here after I pick up my parents?" She asked.
"Are you bringing them back here?" D'stil asked.
"No, to their hotel," Miral stood there waiting for his answer. D'stil nodded. They still needed to talk. D'stil sighed as she left. He fell back on her bed.
Miral came home to find D'stil still there. He was sitting on her couch. She knew why he was here. She took a seat next to him. "You know that this changes our relationship," He said.
"I know," She crossed her arms. She was ready to fight if it was needed.
"When do you want to get married?" D'stil asked.
Miral stood up and if her eyes could kill, they would be. "Damn it, D'stil. You couldn't start with I love you. Or I have feeling for you since we were young. No, you start with that."
D'stil stood up and faced her. "You declared yourself last night in that bed," He pointed to the bedroom.
"I basically had to drag you there," Miral shouted at him.
"I wanted you to have a choice. You could have any human man and live in your Starfleet. If you had me, you would have to give that all up." He shouted right back at her.
"You are only man I wanted. I knew what would happen if we got together. I choice Starfleet because that meant I could be closer to you. I knew that I had feelings for you since I was seventeen and I know you have feelings for me too." Miral stared him down.
D'stil felt his heart soar. He slowly made his way over to her and backed her to the wall. "Oh, I had feelings for you since you beat me up when you came for your uncle's funeral," He ran a finger along her breast.
"I could still kill you," Miral wrapped her arms around him.
D'stil laughed. "I would like to see you try," He pressed against her and Miral felt how hard he was. "You would miss this."
"Are you going to kiss me or not?" Miral whispered. D'stil took her lips in his. He placed a hand under her leg, so she could wrap it around him when they heard a cough.
Miral looked over his shoulders to see her parents standing in the room. She forgot that they were coming over after they settled in their hotel. She could feel the blush on her cheeks. There was a smile on her mother's face and her father was frowning. She let go of D'stil, pushed him out of the way. "Mom, Dad," She smiled as she greeted her parents.