From: jpw@octel.com (Jason Winters)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: RFA request for membership?
Date: 22 Jul 92 18:28:19 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: Octel Communications Corporation


Hi Ya'll!!

  I've Been lurk'n here for a bit... and harassing Julie
in e-mail... :)  thought I would try my hand:


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"Warning: Total life support failure in 25 seconds"
"Warning: Stress on outer hull has exceeded design specifications by 173%"
"Warning: Temperature on outer hull is 1003 degrees and rising"

Captain Picard turns, and motioning to Warf, says "And shut down those
warning messages!"

   "Aye-Aye Sir," replies Warf, and with a flurry of hand movements, the
computer goes silent.

   "Get us out of here Number 1."

   "Helm! Come about to 173 mark 32.5, Warp 3" commands Commander Karen 
Johnston, her confidence in her captain is shown by her steady, clear voice.

   "Aye Sir!  Course plotted and laid in!" comes the reply.  The Enterprise
shifts and strains as the ships gravity systems attempt to respond despite
the raging turbulence outside.

   "Engage!"

 A gradual buildup of jostling and noise permeates the bridge.  Over
this noise is a crackling, almost burning like sound.
 All around the bridge, the people wait and watch as the display on the
main viewer starts to shift.  The sound of the engines straining can
be clearly heard; there is a sudden movement at the engineering station,
as new displays are brought up and quickly checked.

   "Bridge, Engineering.  We are at full power.  Bringing backups on-line.
If we don't break free soon, we won't be able to maintain power!"


   "Helm," calls Number 1, "How far have we moved?"

   "Sir:" comes the reply, barely audible over the building noise and
jostling, "all we are doing is spinning in place!  We haven't moved!"

   Suddenly, the main viewer erupts with red flames, filling the bridge
with heat and light.  Number 1 starts to turn to the Captain ....



  Slowly, Karen opens her eyes, and blinks a couple of times.  She is lying
on the sofa in front of the fireplace;  there is a fire crackling quietly
in it, almost as if to itself.  Bemused, she tries to remember if she lit
a fire before lying down to watch StarTrek or not.  She slowly realizes
that the TV is off, and the only light is that which is coming from
the fire.
  She hears a slight, quiet step from behind her, and sits up;  Her lover is
there with a tray in his hand and a smile on his face.
  She starts to speak; he moves a finger over her lips, and bending over
the sofa, kisses her softly.
  Still feeling heavy and relaxed from her nap, she leans into the soft
deep back of the sofa to enjoy the kiss.  Soft as a kitten, she feels his
free hand caressing her head, then gently teasing her hair.

   Leaving her with a sigh, he straightens up and places the tray he
is carrying onto the table next to the sofa.  She watches his movements
for a moment, then turns her eyes to the fire once more.  It dances and
jumps, and seems to chuckle for her, as if it knows she likes happy
fires.

   "I didn't even hear you light it," she murmurs.

   "Shhhhh..."  is the only response she gets.  Rolling her head towards
him, she finds he is once more bent over above her.

   Slowly, gently his hands start massaging her face. They are slippery,
and warm, smelling faintly of pine trees and marigolds...  Her eyes close,
and she smiles slightly.  Working on her temples, he smooths the day's
lines away from her, easing the tensions from her as gently as a spring
rain covers the ground.  Gradually, he works down to her neck, and then
playfully teases her ears.  A larger smile appears on her face before
gently fading again in bliss.  
  His hands slide down to her shoulders;  one slides back up and something
soft brushes her eyelids. She feels his warm breath on her ear, and the brush
of his lips.  She feels a hand lift, and a slight tug on her blouse.  She
tries to find the energy to say "Don't get oil on my blouse", but the
urgency just isn't there.  "It doesn't really matter anyway," she thinks,
relaxing again, "it's only a blouse."
  She feels her blouse loosen, and feels the supporting pressure on her
ribs gently relax.  All the while, her head and face is being lightly
teased and caressed;  her ear is being nibbled.  A warm slippery hand
slides in under her blouse to cup and gently squeeze...

....

   She wakes up again and notices the fire has died down to just embers.
Embers are often moody and brooding, she muses, staring at those embers.
But tonight, they seem quietly happy, almost as if they feel like I do.
   She lifts her head, and quietly watches her lover as he sleeps.  She
examines the shape of his eyes, watches the pulse in his neck as it
continues to beat to its own rhythm.
   She smiles, as she remembers the recent past.  "Even after a very long
day at work", she thinks, "he still makes me feel as if I'm all he thinks
or cares about..."
   Carefully, slowly, so as to not disturb him, she reaches up to the
sofa and pulls the blanket down, gently covering them both.  Snuggling down
farther into his arms, she lays her head on his chest again.  With a small
contented smile tugging at her lips, she drifts once more into blissful
slumber.


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Jason  <This space for rent! Contact person to left for options!>

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