The BLTS Archive- While You Were Sleeping
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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I will probably say yes, but I'd prefer to know about it.

Mush, mush, nothing but mush. I just watched the movie of
the same title again, and I couldn't resist.  No movie
spoilers, I only really borrowed the title.

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Still.

So still.

I'd swear he was dead, if I couldn't see the lights from the
biosystems monitors still glowing.

How long have I almost wished something like this would
happen?  How long have I not wanted him to sit behind me
on the bridge, looking at me with contempt?

Who am I fooling?  I don't want him dead.  I don't want to
wish *anyone* dead.  Not after...

Gods, that tattoo is beautiful.  Never realised how beautiful
before.  I suppose it was always overshadowed by those
depthless brown eyes.  Eyes you could get lost in if you
were allowed inside...not that he ever would have allowed
me inside.

Oh, that's almost funny, isn't it?

He'd never allow me inside him. And I don't think he'd allow
himself inside me, either.  Not that I want him to...or do I?

He has a nice nose.  Not a body part I've paid much
attention to before, on anyone, but his is nice.  Although the
nostrils can flare in anger...too often it's directed at me,
unfortunately.

And his mouth.  Gods, I never realised how full and luscious
it was...luscious?  Yeah, that's the word for it.  Luscious.
Those full lips...

What the hell am I thinking about?  *Chakotay*?  How can I
be thinking like *this* about a man who hates me?  

I wish he didn't, though.  I wish he could care for me.  I wish
I could care for him...

Damn, I don't want him to die.  Not before I figure out
what*ever* this is that I'm feeling.

It's lust.  I think.  I hope.

*Just* lust?  Or something more? I know lust is a big part of
it...this lump in my pants is a testament to *that*.  Gods, I
cannot believe I'm getting turned on by someone in a coma.
Even Chakotay.

Maybe I can just brush my tongue over that tattoo.  Just to
see what it feels like before he wakes up.  Doc said it could
be any time.  Or never. But I refuse to believe that.
Especially now.

Mmmmm....warm, spicy, just a touch of...musk, I think.
Delicious.  

I think I'll keep on the tour of his face.  He can't object if he's
not awake *to* object, can he?  Eyelids.  Slightly different
taste to the tattoo.  More powdery...if skin can taste
powdery.  Maybe it's the medications.  Who knows?

Cheekbones.  Muskier than the tattoo.  Not as spicy, though.
Not the same.  But still delicious.

Oh, boy.  Am I really going to do this?  Kiss him for real?
Guess it's the only way to find out...

Indescribable taste.  The muskiness of the cheekbones, the
spiciness of the tattoo, the liquid bath of his tongue, moving
over mine...wait a minute, moving over mine?  Oh, gods,
he's awake.  Now I suppose I'll be put on report for
harassing a senior officer.  Even though he didn't object, I
don't think that the AG will understand that.  Or Janeway.
Same thing.

Wait a minute, he's *smiling*?

Asking me what took me so long?

He feels the same way?

When did *I* realise?

Oh, that's easy.

It was while you were sleeping.

The smile gets wider, and he pulls me down for another
searing kiss.

Wow.  

It's even better when he knows what he's doing.

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The End