Starfleet could easily have provided mobility aids, but Chris is more than happy to provide instead: to be that steadying rock, that foundation for her to stand on. Even with her weak and shaky, they make for a dignified pair walking down the halls. After everything they’ve been through, after how close she’d come, there’s absolutely no way he’s leaving her on her own to make her way alone through the base, to stay by herself in some soulless hotel room.
They eventually reach the large sprawling temporary quarters he’s been assigned, and the door slides open for them. It’s not as cozy and lived-in as the captain’s quarters back on Enterprise, but it has a kitchenette, is the most important part — he always requests it specially whenever he’s on somewhat extended leave. His civilian jacket is slung over a chair, and there’s a stocked bar, a couple ancient real-paper books on the bedside table, and the background windows are tuned to the same fake forested backdrop Chris tends to favour.
The moment the door’s closed and they finally — finally — have some precious privacy, his hand slides to the small of Marie’s back and he’s hauling her closer to him, his other hand reaching up to catch her face in a kiss. It’s not the same frantic desperation which had flung him into her arms on Parnassus Beta, but there is still desperation and relief beneath it: a harder kiss than usual, more passionate than the quiet domesticity they’d once settled into (and which he had, frankly, taken for granted).
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Date: 2024-02-05 02:21 am (UTC)They eventually reach the large sprawling temporary quarters he’s been assigned, and the door slides open for them. It’s not as cozy and lived-in as the captain’s quarters back on Enterprise, but it has a kitchenette, is the most important part — he always requests it specially whenever he’s on somewhat extended leave. His civilian jacket is slung over a chair, and there’s a stocked bar, a couple ancient real-paper books on the bedside table, and the background windows are tuned to the same fake forested backdrop Chris tends to favour.
The moment the door’s closed and they finally — finally — have some precious privacy, his hand slides to the small of Marie’s back and he’s hauling her closer to him, his other hand reaching up to catch her face in a kiss. It’s not the same frantic desperation which had flung him into her arms on Parnassus Beta, but there is still desperation and relief beneath it: a harder kiss than usual, more passionate than the quiet domesticity they’d once settled into (and which he had, frankly, taken for granted).