by Joanne Collins

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Disclaimer: Everything but me and any other Partiers mentioned belongs to Paramount.

Okay, I saw this X-F story called Beware The MKRA, and based this story loosely on it. Please take all references to your stories in the humourous spirit in which they are intended!

542 words without the intro. I knew I'd go over. Oh, and no sheep. Sorry anne.

Don't archive or distribute, for PKSP consumption ONLY. Can be archived on the PKSP archive only.

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"A cruise ship?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're cute when you're ingenuous?"

"Only pretentious young ensigns who think they're more worldly than I am."

"Oh, but I am more worldly than a lot of people give me credit for, you know."

"Oh, really?"



"Hey, I was pretty aggressive in Joanne's last story."

"Well, yes," soft whisper, kiss.

"And how about Anita's? Wesley Crusher."

"He's cute. Nice first male lover."

"Who are you to complain? You get Julian Bashir and Hawk!"

"Did I say I was complaining?"

"Well...no. But you kind of sounded like it."

Long pause. Sound of drinking.

"Joanne makes a good grasshopper, doesn't she?"

"Ah, grasshopper, very good."

"Hmmm," Odd look, then clarification, "Not funny, Tom."

"So why are you laughing?"

"Because. You looked so cute when you said it."

"Thanks."

"How about anne? I like when she writes us."

"Oh, me too. At least she makes me experienced. I get sick of being the naive virgin, at least with men in every second story."

"Which is why it was nice when Joanne and torch made it different."

"Yes, it was."

"Not to mention," wicked smile, "Yvonne."

"Oh, yes. That was...interesting."

"It certainly was..."

"And as for Bad Boy..."

"I hope that isn't how you really see me..."

"Of course not! Well...not exactly."

"Not exactly?"

"Well...I'd prefer it the way Ny and Merri-Todd write it."

"Oh, I'm sure you would. Then you get me and B'Elanna."

"So do you."

"Good point."

"Of course," sidelong glance, "I kind of like it when Chakotay is part of things. With me, of course."

"Oh, of course. So do I. It's like having what I want most, twice."

"For me too. But I like it when it's just us."

"I love it when it's just us too. But there are so many options for both of us. I wish...someone would write a J/P/K story, though."

"Yes. Or a J/K would be nice. After all, there are so many J/P stories, aren't there?"

"There are. But I like that."

"I thought you would."

"Well, you did get that J/C/K story. That would be rather interesting."

"Well, you should know. You go out more times than the average lightbulb."

"I don't know why that is. I really don't. I mean, you and Chakotay are so beautiful, you should be getting out as much as I am."

"Thank you," soft kiss.

"And what about Emma? Now that is something else."

"It is. I loved Tom, Dick And Harry. In a cave."

"I'm with Joanne on that. I just don't see the attraction at all."

"Privacy?"

"That's about it."

"Well...maybe if we get to try it again, you'll see what the attraction is."

"Maybe, but I sincerely doubt it."

The sea breeze is ruffling Tom's hair, and Harry reaches up a hand to smooth it back.

Tom moves to kiss Harry's wrist before he can move it away. Then he captures Harry's lips with his. The kiss is sweet, and gentle, like the sea breeze around them, and they move closer, melding their bodies to each other.

They separate, reluctantly, and look into each other's eyes. An invitation is given and received, and they move towards the doors of their stateroom, seeing nothing but each other.

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