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She felt her body pressed against his as they danced and her grin grew wider. This party was going quite well – he’d never dance with her normally. Then again, they had both had quite a bit to drink, and it was getting towards midnight…her vision was getting blurry, the music was fading into the distance. She heard herself laughing as he span her around, without really knowing what she was doing, and when their faces came close together again she could smell the alcohol in his breath. Or was it her breath? God, was there any difference anymore? Somehow they both seemed to have drinks in their hands…again…she could see his face and feel his hips next to hers, then for some reason the two of them were stumbling through the doors of…her quarters or his? It didn’t matter. He was holding her, kissing her, unzipping her dress – that wasn’t meant to happen, not with them in this state! She couldn’t resist him; it was too tempting…they had waited years for this…
Beverly sat up in her bed with a headache that was almost like a hangover…ha, but that had been a dream. She grinned through the pain. It had been a very good dream. Rolling over to switch on the light, she made an unexpected discovery --- Jean-Luc. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight of her dress on the floor, next to his clothes…neither of them were dressed…not a dream?
She slid back under the covers with a dazed look on her face. She watched Jean-Luc as his eyes flickered open and he looked at her…they both smiled. Again, she found him holding her, kissing her…
Definitely not a dream. |
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