What the HELL had he been thinking? Will Riker lay awake, the events of the evening
keeping him from sleep. She had said she needed time, but what was that supposed
to mean? They had had TIME; nothing but for the last 15 years and where had it
gotten them? Closer, that's where, but still not close enough to take that final
plunge; the plunge from friends to so much more. Tossing and turning and finally
settling on his back, his head resting in his hands behind his head, he re-played
the events of the last few hours...
What the Hell had she been thinking? Tears spilled down her cheeks for what seemed
like the hundredth time in the last few hours. Snuggling into the covers, Deanna
Troi clutched her pillow tight. All she had asked for was some time. Had that
been so bad? Wasn't it the least he could do for her? Wiping the tears away, she
suppressed a sniffle and re-played the events of the last few hours...
"Dinner, tonight, in my cabin," his smile insuring that she wouldn't
forget. Although he knew he didn't have to remind her, it felt good just to be
able to. Ever since Worf had transferred to DS9, he felt like he had been given
a second chance, as-it-were. And this time he wouldn't blow it...
"Dinner, tonight, in my cabin," his smile insuring that she wouldn't
forget. Not that she would; she seemed unusually preoccupied with him lately,
she had noticed. But, she guessed, that was to be expected since Worf's sudden
transfer to DS9. And watching as he left Ten-Forward, she couldn't suppress the
shiver of anticipation over what this night might bring...
After dinner they had sat enjoying the view of the passing stars. He had had his
arm around her and she had been cuddled into his side. And when he had looked
down into her eyes, she had known he was going to kiss her. And she had let him.
And when things had gone a little farther she had tentatively participated. But
then she had pulled away, voicing her concerns that it was too soon; she needed
a little time... And that had been...that...
He had said he understood, but he didn't. He had been miserable when he had realized
what Worf had been asking him that night in Ten-Forward, but what could he do?
And then Jean-Luc had told them the possible future he had seen and any plans
he had of putting an end to their relationship had fizzled. Who was he to decide?
Just because he...loved her; loved her more then anyone he had ever known. Maybe...no,
not maybe...because he loved her so much he put her feelings before his own and
kept his mouth shut...
He had said he understood, but he didn't; she could tell. Couldn't he understand
what she had had with Worf? Granted it hadn't been what she'd always dreamed of
(that would have been Will) but at least Worf had been there; filled the void
in her life when no one else would. Will hadn't even really seemed to care that
much when things between her and Worf had started getting serious...
Now here he was; extremely frustrated. More with himself then anything (or anyone)
else. Couldn't he just get it through his head that she just didn't want to rush
into something they might regret later? But that was just it - HE wouldn't regret
it; ever...
Now here she was, frustrated to the point of tears. Couldn't he just get it through
his head that she didn't want to rush into something they might regret later?
But she knew, no matter what, she wouldn't regret it; ever...