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Lena sighed as she woke up, stretching contentedly. It had been a long time since she’d had a sleep that satisfying, or at least a satisfying sleep that she could remember.

Sitting up, she smiled softly at the sight of Jim passed out on his desk, snoring gently. It had been adorable when they were cadets studying for final exams, and it wasn’t any less so now that he was captain of the ‘Fleet’s flagship.

Standing and walking over to him, pausing halfway to stretch luxuriously once more, she gently kissed the nape of his neck and smiled when he began to stir. “Good morning,” she said quietly.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep in ways that made Lena wake up faster even as the desire to return to bed strengthened.

“Mind if I use your fresher?” Lena asked. “I look like shit.”

“No you don’t,” he replied, words still tripping over his tongue. “You’re beautiful, just like always.”

“Flatterer,” she chuckled.

“Yes, you can use my fresher,” Jim replied.

Lena kissed his neck again quickly before heading into the fresher. Soon Jim’s shirt hit the floor, as did the boxers he had lent her for the night, and she stepped into the sonic shower with a wide smile.

She spent longer there than strictly necessary, enjoying the relaxing feeling that came from even a shower that didn’t involve water as well as the sensation of being clean. It had been a while since she’d been able to really feel anything, and she was determined to enjoy the pleasant sensations again.

Finally, she stepped out, donning the clothes she’d borrowed from him again before returning to the main room where Jim was waiting fully dressed. He chuckled. “Your hair still looks like something nested in it,” he teased lightly.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lena replied. “It got too long to manage, and I haven’t had a chance to cut it off yet, so unless you mean to do something about it you don’t get to say anything about it.”

“And if I do?” Jim asked.

“If you do what?” Lena wasn’t sure she was following.

Jim looked at her as though she was a small child. “Intend to do something about it.”

“Do what exactly?”

Instead of responding verbally, Jim sat her down on a chair, standing behind her with a hairbrush he had somehow managed to produce. “This’ll probably hurt,” he warned. “This really is a mess. But it’ll feel better when it’s done.”

Lena shivered, never having expected him to want to brush her hair for her. Already her scalp tingled pleasantly in anticipation of it, and she simply leaned back to allow him better access.

Sure enough, the first few tugs at her scalp were pretty damned uncomfortable. However, he gently worked her hair until it flowed between his fingers, and as soon as the tangles were gone there was nothing but the pleasant sensation of someone else playing with her hair.

Lena sighed happily, then couldn’t help the soft whine as she heard him set the brush aside.

Jim chuckled. “I never said I was done,” he murmured as his fingers gently twined in her hair.

“You were putting the brush away,” Lena slurred, eyes fluttering shut.

“That doesn’t mean anything but that I didn’t need it anymore.” It was getting harder to focus on his words, and she couldn’t reply when he started gently scratching at her scalp. Had she been capable of it she would’ve been purring, she was sure. She didn’t care. It felt good enough that she couldn’t possibly care about hiding her reactions. He could have them all, if it meant he didn’t stop.


Jim smiled as Lena quickly relaxed beneath his fingertips. He’d dreamed for so long of just seeing her again that being able to share something as intimate as this was nothing short of a miracle.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, gently gathering her hair at the nape of her neck.

Instead of replying with actual words, she moaned softly, head tipping back. Even as he continued gently scratching and massaging her scalp Jim had to contain himself from carrying this further.

He had expected that it would be pleasant to be with her like this. He hadn’t anticipated just how good it would feel, or how tempted he would be to continue on.

He was pretty sure she would say yes. It would take very little for him to bend forward and plant a line of soft kisses along her jaw, moving back to her ear. She would gasp at that, he thought, when he finally sucked her earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling it before moving down her neck and letting his hands slide under her shirt--no, his shirt, she was wearing his shirt and it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen.

She was wearing nothing under that shirt, and it would be all too easy for him to lift it off of her, exploring every inch of bared skin with his eyes before going over it again with his fingertips.

The thought shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was. He’d already seen her completely naked, after all, several times. However, that hadn’t been her, not really. It had been Hellene, and now that his Bones was back everything was new again.

He knew exactly how she would react if he gently cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples. She would whine softly and press herself into his hands, legs unconsciously spreading in a silent demand for more. If he trailed those fingers down her stomach she would gasps, hips arching up in an attempt to lure his hand further down, down until he could slip his fingers into her and feel her tightness and warmth around them, and the way she tightened further when he rubbed his thumb just a bit higher up.

Jim stopped. Now wasn’t the time for that line of thinking. Now certainly wasn’t the time to be registering that her head was precisely at the right level for him to simply walk around the chair, free his cock from his boxers, and--

No. Jim took a step back, fingers leaving Lena’s hair as she whined softly in protest. “Why...?” she mumbled, so dazed she couldn’t even string a full question together.

“I had to stop, at least for now,” Jim managed.

She looked up at him, eyes wide in an unspoken question and darkened by the pleasure he’d been giving her. “Why?”

“Because now’s not the right time for this,” he said softly. “There’s far too much to do and not a lot of time left to do it in before we reach Earth and the shit hits the fan because I brought home someone who’s been presumed dead for years.”

Lena sighed, seemingly seeing the logic in that. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked.

“Stay here and rest, at least a while longer,” Jim replied as he strode to the door. “I’ll be back when my shift is done, all right?”

Without waiting for a reply from her, he walked out of the room, hearing the door slide shut behind him as he made his way to the bridge for what was already shaping up to be a very long day.


Three Years Ago

Lena had an entire weekend to herself and no idea what to do with it. For once, the hypospray to make herself fall asleep was totally unnecessary; she ignored it as she quietly lay in bed.

Clearly that had been a mistake, for she woke with a scream.

Looking around herself, she forced herself to calm down. It was light outside, most likely afternoon, and she was in her room. Not on the bridge of an exploding ship. Not watching and waiting in fear, hoping he would come back.

She hadn’t seen him in a long time. Maybe that was why she had felt the sudden urge to check her messages so long ago.

Lena sighed, shaking her head. That was a stupid line of thinking; she hadn’t had any contact with him in quite some time, and he hadn’t tried to initiate contact with her. Clearly he didn’t want it.

He didn’t want her.

She didn’t know why that caused an echo of pain, but it did.

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