|Bearding the lion in his den...
||[Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
|||||I'm The Only One - Melissa Etheridge||]|
::glances down corridor each way, making sure no stray Ocampa are around::
It's really tedious, when you think about it. I've seen alien royalty with less second to second monitoring.::satisfied with the all clear, reaches up to straighten hair, coaxing face into most brilliant, come and gimme a kiss, helmboy pout::
::presses chime, then lifts fist to beat door twice for measure...these days, sometimes he just plays deaf::
I'll take the blame for this too. Chakotay's shoulders are broad, but mine are tough.
::dips head for a lingering kiss, silencing the remark poised to come out of those luscious lips::
::withdraws, enjoying the brief moment of breathless quiet::
I don't remember you talking so much before.
I don't remember ever being so nervous before...
::touches finger to lips, smiling::
I guess I should be happy you remember anything, with your paddful of conquests.
::moves gaze back up, meeting his questioning eyes::
::shakes head, grabbing a hand and pulling him in direction of the main bedroom::
::almost takes a moment to ponder the implications of a seemingly new, more mushy Jenny Delaney...before another train of memory arrests movement::
::grips her hand, digging heels in::
No. Not in there.
::chuckles at self almost as soon as the plea escapes, more to jar breath than anything::
...I'm sorry. I think you'd better go.
:halts abruptly, losing the pilot's hand::
::spins, taking in his stricken look, and following it::
::expels a low hiss, more of frustration than actual annoyance::
::takes a slight step forward, encountering coming face to face with an uplifted palm::
::sighs, skirting around him instead, heading for the door::
I just wish you loved me a quarter as much as you love her...still.