50 shades of Starfleet blue...

*grin* i was looking for something today that i thought might be on an old floppy disc from my TrekPulse.com Enterprise era and came across this instead...

and i started thinking perhaps, considering all the talk about 50 Shades of Grey, you might get a kick out of it;

may i present "50 shades of Starfleet Blue"  originally titled:  


She followed him throughout the ship, noting those things that he pointed out as important.  She was certainly glad she hadn’t depended on simply noting them to memory because she was having a difficult time concentrating. 

He smelled different today, or maybe she had just noticed for the first time that he had a scent of his own.  Or maybe, could it be?, she wasn’t afraid of him any more.  She took another long breath in through her nose as he stopped to make an observation.  Actually, she thought, he smelled more than different...he smelled wonderful. 

Lost in that thought she found herself asking him to repeat what he had just said before they continued on.

At the end of the corridor the door to the lift opened and he motioned her inside following closely behind.  She took position at the back while he stood more toward the door; arms crossed in front with his back toward her.

She tried to go over the list but instead found herself staring at his strong broad shoulders and the muscled arms that pulled his uniform tightly across the definition of his back.  She let her gaze inch slowly down to his narrow waist and beyond.  Her thoughts wandering toward what it would feel like to touch his skin.  To have him touch hers.  Too soon her mind had them undressed and intensely intertwined.  He shuffled his stance and she, coming to grips with where she was, shook her head to rid herself of the thought.

“It’s a really tempting thought though, isn’t it?”  He asked, catching her completely off guard.

How could he know?  She said nothing, feeling quite awkward for staring at his backside and letting her thoughts go like that.

“Don’t you think so?”  He asked again and paused waiting for an answer.  When no answer came, he uncrossed his arms and turned to face her.  “Well, even if you don't. I think it is.”  He said with pointed definition.  “Especially now that I know you want it so bad.”  He smiled and with a wink added;  “Besides, I really think it’s about time I gave in and let you give it a whirl.”

She blushed, confused, and coyly cocked her head in question. 

“Aw, come on” he laughed, “don’t be so mousy.  You’re a Commander for christsake. You are going to have to learn to ask for what you want...maybe even use a bit of force once in a while.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat.  “Sir?”  She finally squeaked out.

“It is what you want isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.  I guess I never really thought about it until you...”

“Well, I’m standing here right now offering it to you.  It‘s never going to get any easier than this is it?” 

She kept mum, not sure how to answer.

“Isn’t this what you signed up for?”

“I don’t know what to say...I never thought...”

He grinned; “You‘re quite nervous about this aren‘t you?” He stepped toward her.  “Everybody is nervous the first time, especially with me.”  His look softened.  “Don’t worry, you just need to relax and enjoy it.”

“Sir?”   She tried to back up but found herself already tight against the wall, her heart racing.

“Are you okay?”  He asked, reaching for her.  “We don’t have to do this right now if you aren't ready...but we do have to do it soon.  I need you to have a feel for it.”  His hands softly gripped her shoulders.  “It won’t be long I’m afraid, and I’ll be asking you to do this all the time.”

She willed herself away from the wall and gathering herself as together as she could, took a deep breath she answered softly;   “I can do it now, Sir.  Right now is fine.”  

"Wonderful!" he smiled; "the captain's chair is all yours!"