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They're not near Cardassian Union space.
But then, they're not near Federation space either. This ship has as much right to be in this system as they do.
It makes Isabella nervous, anyway, and she's just about to suggest leaving and coming back another time, when the Prometheus is hailed.
They're armed. She can't warp inside a solar system.
She answers the hail.
"Hello, Federation vessel," says one of the three visible Cardassians in bad but intelligible English. "What're you doing out here alone?"
Isabella swallows. "This is the deep space survey vessel Prometheus," she begins.
The computer lets her know that they're charging weapons.
"We have no hostile intention," she says.
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warpfairy
dream-me-up
Snuggle.
"I liked him," he sighs. "But it was still - I wasn't there because I wanted to be. It makes a difference."
"I liked him," he sighs. "But it was still - I wasn't there because I wanted to be. It makes a difference."
warpfairy
"Mmm."
Squeeze.
Vulcans are stronger than humans, even diluted. She can hold him very snug when she's of a mind.
Squeeze.
Vulcans are stronger than humans, even diluted. She can hold him very snug when she's of a mind.
warpfairy
Isabella's not really crying anymore. She wasn't having emotions during the worst of the ordeal; there isn't that much to work through.
Her hand meanders faceward.
Her hand meanders faceward.
warpfairy
She takes that as permission; they've somewhat streamlined the process of asking in recent months.
Reach -
Reach -
dream-me-up
He loves her so much. It hurts to, right now, but he accepts that; he would rather it hurt right now than otherwise. It makes more sense this way.
dream-me-up
He could probably guess that she doesn't want to hurt him, if he thought about it. He isn't thinking about it. He isn't thinking about much. Love, and snuggles, and love.
warpfairy
Then they will be here for a while, Isabella maintaining direct skin contact so she can peer gently into his mind and occasionally send little bursts of psychic affection.
