'First Sight' A Secondary Love Story How could she tell him? Yes, she was in love with him- she had been for quite some time. The realization dawned on her slowly. There had been an attraction the first time they ever met almost 25 years ago. But duty and fate kept them seperate. Later, much later it brought them together. They served together side by side, becoming friends, then closer friends. Then one day he was brought into her care and it took every ounce of professional detachment to attend to the task at hand. That was the first time she realized just how much of a physical attraction there really was. She stayed with him that first night- at his bedside waiting, watching. His chest rising and falling as his breathing finally evened out. Only a thin sheet covered him and for the first time she had the opportunity to examine fully. The isolation room provided her with the privacy, his condition gave her the excuse. Despite the years of training she couldn't resist the urge to touch him. His flesh was warm and soft under her hands. She healed the cuts, the bruises- working her way over his torso, then his legs and finally necessity required that she remove the sheet. She gasped. He wasn't even erect and he was the finest male specimen she had ever seen. No medical text, no drawing or other effort by clumsy artists could match what was before her now. It was love at first sight but how could she ever tell him? Yes, she had been in love with the whole man for some time. She thought the platonic nature of their relationship would somehow shield her from the intense desire she felt for him. Now, they were the best of friends. They shared *almost* everything but ever since that moment she knew she would never be complete until they did indeed share *everything*. The breakfast ritual became an unending source of frustration for her. For she knew that less than a half hour ago he had awakened alone in his bed with that uniquely male salute to morning. She watched him walk across the room. The dark uniform pants did their best to mask it but every now and then she could catch a glimpse as he moved in his presise, measured manner. It had become a goal of hers to try and catch him in a more *interested* state. Sometimes she accidentally brushed against him or stood closer than was necessary to see if she could detect any change. His face never giving any hint of any distress but there were times . . . This morning was no exception. She stretched out on the sofa in his quarters. She was exhausted having just come from an early emergency call. He brought the tray of croissants and coffee and poured her a cup. Throwing her head back wearily she closed her eyes and indulged in the silence. She could feel his gaze upon her but she didn't want to embarrass him by opening her eyes. She made a pretense of making herself more comfortable as she shifted so that the lab coat fell open fully. She found herself wishing for one of Deanna's less formal uniforms so that he might enjoy a better view of her legs and cleavage. She worked hard at keeping herself in top physical condition and she had every right to be proud of the way the uniform hugged her curves. She could feel him standing over her- the scent of his cologne mixed with his own natural scent. She could no longer contain herself; she had to look at him. As her eyes opened she was just able to catch a pleased smile passing away from his lips. He coughed to clear his throat as he quickly moved back to his chair. She could detect the slightest tremble in his hand as he poured his own cup of coffee. She reached for her cup and sipped it slowly still reclining on the sofa. Running one hand through the silken strands of copper that surrounded her shoulders she began to feel the knots that had taken hold of her loosen just a bit. She set the cup down and moved both her hands to the back of her neck to massage the aching muscles. He watched in silence, trying to concentrate on his breakfast. Even the simple meal was becoming more difficult to digest as the lump in his throat grew- not to mention another part of his anatomy. He inquired about the emergency- nothing serious, just time consuming she told him. She sat up and rubbed her shoulders now, rolling her head from side to side lazily. He put down his cup and moved next to her on the sofa. Replacing her hands with his, he began to massage her shoulders. She didn't protest, he never said a word. Moving her hair aside he concentrated on one side of her neck then the other. A satisfied moan escaped from her lips. He was behind her- it was maddening in a way, not to be able to see his reaction; his face, his body. He asked if she felt better, she nodded yes and his hands dropped away from her. She turned to face him before he could move back to his place across the table. Her hand on his knee surprised him; his eyes held a question. She tightened her hold on him and began walking her fingers up his thigh slowly. A deep, penetrating grip that made his breathing hasten. He was too shocked to move. Their eyes locked together they bent toward each other. Their lips met, at first tentative then quickly building into a searing wake-up call for both of them. He pulled her against him. His strong hands slipped around her waist, reaching under her uniform top. She gasped as the heat from his touch inflamed her. Her own hands were now trapped between them. She tried to move them further up his thighs but he pulled her even closer moving his arms under hers so that she could only reach his back. His mouth moved to her neck, hungrily tasting the few inches of exposed skin. Somehow she managed to unzip his tunic and pull it forward over his head. His fingers fumbled behind her back as he muttered a few choice words when he was unsuccessful in reciprocating. He pushed her onto her back and slid the labcoat from her shoulders. Still unable to remove her top he slid his hands underneath and began to caress her breasts. She moaned as his fingers massaged her waiting nipples. His back, his chest, so familiar and delicious but she longed for more. Against her thigh she could feel him straining against the material. She remembered how he looked that morning as awoke in her sickbay. She knew he was well on his way to recovery as he saluted that morning. She had to have him. Just as she slipped her hands into his waistband he released her top and began to pull it over her head. She moved her arms so that he could slip it off. Having been called from her sleep for the emergency and she had simply slipped her uniform over the silk teddy. His eyes took in the sight as her nipples pressed tight against the creamy fabric; he touched them so lightly she wasn't sure if had really touched her or if she just imagined his touch. He began a trail of kisses on her neck as he shifted himself forward so that he could kick off his boots. She kicked hers off as well. She could feel his pulse against her thigh as his weight rested fully on her. God, would she ever get to see that part of him again? There was still clothing to be removed but it would be difficult from this position. He hesitated before pulling back- not wanting to give her the opportunity to change her mind. His mind had already been made up by the part of him that was now thoroughly in control and calling for even greater attention. He gathered her in his arms and headed toward his bed. Not giving her the chance to speak he covered her lips with his as he gently placed her on the covers. He stood over her as she slipped out of her pants. Seizing the opportunity she sat in front of him and began tugging his pants lower and lower. Her eyes went wide as she realized he was even longer than she remembered. He stepped out of his trousers as she continued to caress him, first with just her eyes; then a tentative hand reached out to grip him lightly. He shuddered at her feather touch. He could tell she was a little apprehensive about his size so he began running his fingers through her hair, patiently waiting as she judged how best to approach him. Stronger, tighter strokes; soft kisses on his thighs. She stroked him with her cheek; his body jumped in response. Then their eyes locked again and she leaned forward to kiss the tip. A drop of moisture greeted her tongue- she slowly covered him with her own moisture. Deeper and deeper she took him in- no one had been able to take all of him this way. But she relaxed her muscles and concentrated on him fully. He moaned as he realized she had indeed taken all of him. One hand massaged the area around the base while the other squeezed his backside- both hands matching the rhythm of her mouth. There was no way he could endure this ecstasy. He pushed away from her after a moment and moved her onto her back once again. She still gripped his shaft, refusing to yield her hold, she directed him toward her entrance. Now there was no hesitation in her eyes. He wanted to taste her, to dip into her wetness but he was beyond those type of rational thoughts; he let her guide him. Her body adjusting to his, she cried out, partially in pain for it had been far too long since she had lain with any man and this was not just any man. But the half-second of pain passed and it gave way to an unimaginable wave of pleasure. It was too quick, she wanted to savor his fullness. Another wave rolled over her and another; she realized it was possible to have continuous orgasms or maybe it was part of one extended one, she didn't care, what did it matter, she was beyond knowing- only feeling was possible. He thrust into her again and again; she met his rhythm. Stronger, powerful strokes, he reached into her so deep she knew her soul had been touched. Faster and faster, they moved as one being- sweat beading and draining away their strength. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled and crashed over them until finally the stars collided giving birth to new universe- a universe made of only them two. Perfect and whole in ecstasy. All motion, all breathing stopped; they cried out as a single voice. Collapsing into each other, hearts pounding, they gasped wearily for each breath. Their breathing slowed, their hearts continued to race. He raised himself to place a tender kiss on her lips. Neither able to contain the smiles that captured their faces they laughed at their own efforts. What the hell had taken them so long? He started to pull away but she held him tight. Even as he returned to a more relaxed state he was still able to fill her. She delighted in that thought, that feeling. They held each other and rested. He remembered he was due on the bridge 20 minutes ago. A voice spoke from the air, inquiring about his absence. He looked at her trying to think of an appropriate excuse. He buried his head in the covers over her shoulder trying to muffle his laughter as she spoke about having given Doctor's orders that he stay in bed today. The voice wished him a quick recovery and assured them they wouldn't be disturbed again. He was able to say thank you and that he felt he would be *up* again in no time before closing the channel. As the transmission ended they both laughed heartily. The motion pressed their bodies against each other. He looked at her with a gleam in his eye; she gleamed back. He was being true to his word. Another passionate session, this time slower but ending just as intensely. They slept for a little while but she could no longer stand it. Moving the covers out of the way she moved down to examine him closer. Eyes, fingers, hands, caressing him in his dreams. Her cheek, her breasts, lips, tongue massaging him as he awakened. He relaxed and watched her dreamily. She was so attentive to his every need, almost reverential in her handling of him. He would do the same to her; they had all day, all night. He would make certain another night, another morning, another day wasn't wasted. They finally were able to say the "I love yous" out loud. They had been saying them all day with their actions. Only taking time to sate the more mundane appetite for food they threw the dishes aside as dessert became each other. Unable to keep their eyes open they slept. He on his back; she wrapped around him. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder; her leg across his hips. She couldn't resist. As they slept her hand found its way to that part of him which fell in love with at first sight. How could she tell him?