The Future, is what you make of it

You could swear that you could smell his cologne. That masculine musty scent that never failed to “peak” your interest, and god help you, wet your panties. God was not kind, was he. Reminding you of things you can’t have. Then again, its not like you weren’t offered the sexy Starfleet officer. You could have had him all to yourself but he would never have loved you, not really. He may even have warmed your bed, any sane woman’s fantasy, but it would have been because he owed you not because he desired you.

A little voice, that naughty one, in the back of your mind whispered would it really be that bad. Seriously, a hunky sex god. You know he’s gonna be amazing in bed. What woman wouldn’t want him? Imagine what those kisses would be like, soft gentle or powerful and dominating. His touch careful and gentle, coaching and patient or authoritative, literally demanding your pleasure of you and refusing all other options, wringing every last sensation from you. You sigh with a soft smile. Damn this is such a nice dream and you don’t have nice dreams anymore. Only nightmares. Your warm, in a soft bed, nothing aches, or burns or itches but you’ve got this funny weight on your shoulder. You force you eyes open to a gentle soft light and a quiet voice calls out the door to a shadowy figures beyond “sir, sirs..she’s awake sir”

“Thank god” came the captains voice with clear relief. But that can’t be right. They are talking about someone else. He doesn’t like me right now. I’d thought my head foggy.

“Chris, remember what we discussed. She is not to be upset..”

 came the commanders voice as footsteps approached. Wait a minute I thought, the commander is here too. He is seriously ticked at me. This is not good. I started to struggle to get up only to find the weight on my shoulder come to life and seize me in a choke hold joyously yelling

“Saweesa, my saweesa. My saweesa falls down but the f’weets take care saweesa. Cap’n take saweesa home and put bed, watch sawessa all ni’t. He say he make you boobity pancakes and he and ‘mander gonna “tect” sawessa and never let nobo’di hurts saweesa ‘gain. Not never." my litte cuddle monster sat back on her knees and continued very enthusiastically.

"I’s so ‘appy sawessa here. ‘mander, he make terrwible saweesa" she had admonished with considerable emphais in regards to how poorly the commander had done in trying to play "house" with the little ambassador.

"him no do noth’n ‘wite..." she continued shaking her little head back and forth her hands in the air in a "what what are you gonna do" kind of gesture before continuing with

" but ‘im no ‘wisten ‘neither, s’warf’weet no ‘wisten to ‘nythin’ ..but sawessa here now, it all otay now” she said to my absolute confusion as she leaned forward and accidentally settled her weight onto the right side of my ribs resulting in me crying out in pain and the captain and commander charging in as white as a sheet. You’d almost think I mattered…