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Summary: When work is better left on the Bridge.
From my position on the Bridge, I watch you, your profile enticing me. You caress my shoulders casually, kneading me into submission as you dictate a message to Starfleet. I am no gender to you on the Bridge, which both flatters and offends me. To you, I just--am.
I've tried to taunt you with my legs - with this uniform that isn't hard to do. I've tried to seduce you with a flutter of my lids, but to no avail.
But the rose you gift to me in the Arboretum tells me I was hunting in all the wrong places... .
~ID'ic
From my position on the Bridge, I watch you, your profile enticing me. You caress my shoulders casually, kneading me into submission as you dictate a message to Starfleet. I am no gender to you on the Bridge, which both flatters and offends me. To you, I just--am.
I've tried to taunt you with my legs - with this uniform that isn't hard to do. I've tried to seduce you with a flutter of my lids, but to no avail.
But the rose you gift to me in the Arboretum tells me I was hunting in all the wrong places... .
~ID'ic
Entertainers are always told "leave 'em wanting more." You know, you should be in showbiz...
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