[ she doesn't, taking in much needed breaths around kisses, far more skilled in the art/act of kissing than a q who doesn't maintain a constant, bipedal form. the floor beneath her is spinning, her feet no longer on the pebbled roof, but she barely notices. he lifts her up into the horse's fiberglass saddle and one of her hands shoots out to grasp the metal pole that keeps it suspended in the hair between the carousel's ceiling and floor. she's fisting the fabric of his shirt in the other, intent on holding him in place.
this, she won't take much issue with when it's over. it was in her nature to examine every foreseeable possibility, to look down every road while determining the smoothest course. of course she knew it was very likely she'd end up in q's arms before the day was over, that she'd be kissing him senseless just like she had chakotay and kirk before him. kissing, like she said, wasn't the problem. it was the people she found herself kissing and the lack of conscious control. but this time, she moved one step ahead of the curse with the kiss she'd given out willingly. ]
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this, she won't take much issue with when it's over. it was in her nature to examine every foreseeable possibility, to look down every road while determining the smoothest course. of course she knew it was very likely she'd end up in q's arms before the day was over, that she'd be kissing him senseless just like she had chakotay and kirk before him. kissing, like she said, wasn't the problem. it was the people she found herself kissing and the lack of conscious control. but this time, she moved one step ahead of the curse with the kiss she'd given out willingly. ]