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| J/C Action-Adventure
'After Effects' |
J/C Mary Sue
'Going Down!' |
J/C AU
'Beware The Audience' |
| Blood Fever Caves: |
| Neck snaps violently-- |
| sidelong threat, hot breath, damp hair... |
| God, how he wants her! |
| Breast Quest? | |
| So soft, smooth, pebbled. | |
| Cupped reverently, palm sweats; | |
| Akoochimoyah. |
| Fire and Ice: | ||
| Her hand lingers there- | ||
| his broad chest sparks, flames while | ||
| chills pass down his spine. |
| His Greatest Angst: | |||
| "Why, Chakotay, why?" | |||
| "Because I love you." She steps; | |||
| lips part…response forms… |
| Her Greatest Angst: | ||||
| Only the Captain. | ||||
| His nod firm-no backward glance. | ||||
| A woman no more. |
| Nekkid Tom: | |||
| Gets me all lathered. | |||
| Overheated, sweaty, moist-- | |||
| Mmm, tub toy, indeed! |
| Nekkid Tom 2: | ||
| Tight muscles ripple | ||
| Sheet tents up invitingly-- | ||
| B'Elanna pounces! |
| Poor Harry: | |
| Hologram, Borg, corpse, | |
| one terrorist, another- | |
| the wrong twin…don't laugh! |
| Incentive: |
| "Hold her a sec, Ma'am?" |
| Miral, sweet smell, downy curls |
| Knowing smirks look on. |
| After Effects: | |
| "If you hadn't ducked-" | |
| "But I did, Kathryn, I'm fine." | |
| Her touch his reward. |
| Beware the Audience! | ||
| Warm breath on her neck | ||
| She smiles, leans back, drops her padd. | ||
| "What would the kids say?" |
| Finally: | |||
| Laved in sweet, clean sweat | |||
| they rock slowly, at ease, while | |||
| softly murmuring… |
| Prixin: | ||||
| A toast; he takes her | ||||
| in the Arms of Family, | ||||
| safe in the moment. |
| Going down!: | |||
| Crashed shutt-No, Code Blue! | |||
| Crewman LA saves the day! | |||
| That new pip looks GREAT! |
| Lucky Neelix!: | ||
| Leola root and | ||
| warmed oil. Not in the kitchen- | ||
| in Dexa's boudoir! :-D |
| Help from our Friends: | |
| "Harry, she likes you!" | |
| "And she's alive -that's a plus!" | |
| "Okay…Umm, Celes…?" |
| Rumarie Week on Mt. Seleya: |
| Slick, naked Vulcans |
| oil selves, prance, sway, and frolic… |
| Let the games begin! |
| Riddling Fear With Friendship: | |
| Ship, floor shudder. | |
| Gold eyes, spotted hand hold hope. | |
| "You'll be fine, Tuvok." |
| Tuvok and T'Pel: | ||
| Emotional passion | ||
| spent, eyebrow cocked, he sighs and | ||
| fingers her ear tip…. |
| If Vorik Had Been Thwarted: | |||
| Lambent wicks, warm bath. | |||
| Soap scent, musk mingle as she | |||
| daubs his bite mark, smiles… |
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