EPISODE CCXXXV - NISUOC DRIHT YM SI NOBLATNOM ODRACIR
Reed strolled causally through the corridors after exiting the bridge. He was amazed at the peacefulness that seemed to radiate from the dormant battle cruiser and may have enjoyed
the irony therein, had he been capable of grasping the concept.
His thick soled boots echoed hollowly around him, and he began to hum a vaguely familiar tune to the beat they made, self consciously at first, then gaining strength until he was wailing out the lyrics to "Feelings"
at the top of his lungs. He'd never felt so free.
He rounded a corner, and nearly bumped into Mr. Proteau who had apparently just been entering the Officers' Lounge when the temporal whatever thingy hit. Directly behind him were Ensign VanTedly and Lightnin'
Liz, both posed serenely in the filament of time which Reed had somehow escaped.
The Ensign's unbecoming stance made it obvious that he'd thought no one was watching, nor that he might be caught eternally hunting for nose goblins. Liz, conversely, had been trying to see over the Security
Officers shoulder, perhaps to behold what mysteries might lie within the exclusive commissioned officers' area. She was propped up on her toes, and Reed could not deny the feminine muscularity of her
calf as his eyes drifted, unbidden, up her frame.
In her evident excitement, she had leaned forward, rewarding the Commander with a tempting glimpse of her graceful, swan-like neck and the softer flesh below.
He wiped absently at his wet chin as his conscience warred with his libido. Milliseconds later, his libido won. He edged toward the statuesque beauty, hoping for a better vantage point of what lay within
the loose collar of her borrowed Space Fleet shirt.
Generally, the uniform itself was enough to excite him, but this was somehow different. More than idle curiosity, but less than the dark vagrancy of hormonally charged lust.
Perhaps it's love, he mused, as his trembling hand drifted helplessly toward her.
