Flashback, 239102
((Flashback, 239102))
Blake: ~~ Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. ~~
::There was a twinge of a smile on his lips, and he slightly in his cross-legged perch on the bed, breathing deeply. He was in the back of her mind, testing the limits of the emotional bond they shared. She wasn't sure how - the Vulcan aspect of their relationship had always confused her, often leaving her with too many questions and many of which he simply couldn't answer.
::So she simply watched as that chest expanded and deflated, the contour of his arms and shoulders exquisitely illuminated in the dim lighting. He'd kept the beard - well trimmed, never long enough to "cause mild irritation" - which only softened his facial features.
::If she had of known he was going to put on a show, she would have brought some strawberries.::
Sabor: You are very distracting.
Blake: ~~ *I'm* the distracting one? ~~
Sabor: It is simple meditation.
Blake: ~~ With the perfect mood lighting. ~~
::An eyebrow rose, those soft brown eyes opened.::
Sabor: Still distracting?
Blake: ~~ You'll always be distracting. ~~
::He gave an amused huff, pushing forward to the bed as he crawled up beside her, one hand resting on her hip, the other he was using to rest his head upon. She couldn't help but smile, shifting so that she was firmly wrapped within his arms, her nose trailing against his neck - a Brekkian instinct, an action for intimacy and nurturing.::
Blake: I love you.
::There was a moment of silence, Sabor holding her tightly against himself, placing a kiss to the top of her head.::
Sabor: I love you, too. And we *will* get through this.
Flashback, 239312.06
((Flashback, 239312.06))
Shrmoa: I can't ascertain what causing the headache you described - it doesn't seem to be trauma from your . . impromptu battle. I believe you should have a few tests done in the event it's something to do with your dead lobe, but until you have more free time, I will have to wait. I can give you something for it-
Blake: Don't bother. I have a feeling it's psychogenic.
::The Tarkalean hummed at her assessment.::
Shrmoa: Keep thinking positive thoughts as recommended, Commander. And stay away from Orions.
((End flashback))