Bailey B.

Teaser: Seven was certain that the wine must be affecting her cortical implant more than she had anticipated. Because if she did not know any better, she would swear-- "Captain Janeway, you are trying to seduce me!" she blurted. The Captain stared at her a moment, then started to laugh - a full, throaty laugh that sent tingles down Seven's spine. "Aren't you?" she asked, with somewhat less certainty.

Teaser: Seven followed Janeway's gaze as it shifted back to the viewport, and suddenly realized that the Captain had not been staring out at the passing starfield at all, but at a reflection in the panel, at... her. Their gazes locked in the reflective surface, in a moment that seemed to stretch and expand beyond itself. "Captain," she said, hearing her own voice as if it was disconnected from her body. "Do you want me to touch you now?"

Teaser: I stand beneath her like some foolish mortal staring at a perfect statue, and, not for the first time, I think that is exactly what she is. She is my creation, my Galatea. Smooth, white, cool as marble come to life. And just as unattainable. I made her, but I can never have her... Even now, just as the rules are changing and some of those old barriers have begun to fall away, Seven is moving further out of my reach. I saw her with him tonight at the reception, and I understand that she is growing beyond me, growing away from me. As I always knew she would. She is my Galatea. But I can never be her Pygmalion. I can only be...

Her Captain.

Teaser:
Cold.
Your lips are cold, sliding against my skin, as slick and cool as the ice that surrounds us. The sensation shocking, wrenching a gasp from me, for if I ever allowed myself to imagine what your lips felt like, "cold" would not be the adjective that came to mind.