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The two of us spent hours upon hours alone in the holodeck. 15th, 19th, 21st century Earth, 55th century Betazed, covert missions to Romulus. We grew tired of heroics. The delta quadrant offered plenty to rise to. We turned to the calm escape of Risa. Suraya Bay, the cliffs of Galartha, hand-and-foot service on silver sand beaches. Breathtaking as they were, I cared little for these holographic wonder worlds, for worlds they were not. For all their tangibility they were simply false. We never left Voyager. We never left that room. To see her pause and turn to me as she skipped towards the water, a breeze catching her hair, that was real and for a long time i believed it could never truly be close to me. My captain, an engaging friend but never a true companion, never a lover. Whether we would make it home or not, Janeway had a husband waiting at home and his loyalty to her was safely assumed.
Soon even simple relaxation bored us. We decided to try a tale of courtship from Victorian England and became immediately enthralled with the period's preoccupation with manners and class. I think that is when the feelings between us changed. Never had we celebrated the fulfillment of such intimate rolls.
Our friendship soon migrated away from holodeck fantasies. The company of each other brought warmth to the ship's cold interior. Two reclining chairs and a panoramic view of the stars. We found private little places and reserved them as our own.
She invited me to her captain's quarters for wine and cheese, a delicacy of Earth from ages past. Squares of thinly sliced cheese appeared from the replicator as expected. But with a mischievous smile she pulled from her desk an authentic glass container of red wine. This wine had no syntheholic quality. It was genuine alcohol, warm and intoxicating.
She layed on her bed and showed me her hairy brown bush. I licked her pussy and she came.

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