Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!newsread3.news.atl.earthlink.net.POSTED!31600fab!not-for-mail From: Stephen Ratliff Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW TNG But For a Y, Go I (Marrissa Stories AU) Organization: Alt.StarTrek.Creative Virtual Staff Office Message-ID: X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.92/32.572 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 74 Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 06:17:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 63.188.72.79 X-Complaints-To: abuse@earthlink.net X-Trace: newsread3.news.atl.earthlink.net 1107065825 63.188.72.79 (Sat, 29 Jan 2005 22:17:05 PST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 22:17:05 PST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:162171 X-Received-Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 22:17:05 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: But for a Y, Go I: Short Version Author: Stephen Ratliff Contact: stephen trekiverse org/us Series: TNG, Marrissa Stories AU Codes: Other Sex Challenge (ASCEM) AU Rating: [PG-13] for nudity Summary: Marrissa returns back from an alternate universe with her Note: This was intended to be bigger, and in fact is only a part of what it will be. Expect a longer version latter ... maybe after Awards Season. Now on with the stort... Marrissa sat in the hot tub on the edge of the Enterprise-E's gym, watching as Marcus went through his forms with the saber. For training he wore only a pair of tight briefs, only restraining, not hiding his cock. His body glistened with body oil and sweat as he pushed himself. It had not been long ago that Marrissa would have joined him, sparring against his hard thrusts and firm defense. Her own smooth defense and lithe counters feed perfectly against her alternate universe counterpart. But that had not been possible for quite some time, for Marrissa lacked one thing that Marcus had, and had paid the price of their mutual contact. Marcus's thrusts of a different type had driven Marrissa to heights she had not expected. That had resulted the reason why she was currently forbidden to join him in practice. Marcus finished his practice, picking up a towel to dry the excess sweat from his body. He approached Marrissa, swiftly. There was a big smile on his face, as he vaulted over the edge of the hot tub and slid neatly into place beside her, the tight briefs somehow disappearing as he did so. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, as his arm slid around her shoulders. Marrissa blushed as he kissed her cheek. It always amazed her, that she could get used to nudity, even making love to the point of two pregnancies, but that simple kiss to her cheek still made her blush. "How was your night?" she asked. Marcus had gotten up to check on Security's Delta Shift, and until Marrissa hadn't seen him since the night before when she'd arrived to have a nice soak in the long hot tub on the starboard side of the gym. "It was okay," Marcus said. "It wasn't wonderful. A night where I can open my eyes and see your sweet face is much better than any check up on Security, no matter how good the results were." Marrissa missed being Chief of Security, but with a baby and another following on it's heels, she had to give it up. "Dessalines is still not living up to expectations and you were right that he's a poison to wherever he's put. Chief Nelson wants to kick him out the airlock, and I'm inclined to help at the moment." "Assign him to guard the starboard airlock armory and inform him that his next move is out the door," Marrissa suggested with a giggle. She missed Chief Nelson, who had always been a reliable right hand in Security back when it was her department. Her giggle cut off as she had that thought, and Marcus looked at her with a familiar expression of concern. "Still missing the job?" Marcus asked, his left hand stroking the underside of her naked breasts. Marrissa nodded. He kissed her gently and Marrissa managed a smile as he pulled away. Marcus echoed the smile, as he pulled away. "Alpha shift is about to start, will you be okay?" Marrissa nodded. His concern touched her. "I'll be on the Bridge." Marrissa watched as he toweled off his wet body and then put on the uniform. As he strode out of the room, Marrissa still admiring his form, she had but one thought. But for a Y, there go I. -- Stephen Ratliff stephen trekiverse org "I don't know if I'm cut out to be Captain. First Officer maybe. I understand there are no real qualifications." - Counselor Troi, ST:TNG "Disaster" NewMessage: