Other Fan Fiction ❯ Once Upon a Serendipity ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

She was close, way too close. But there was no other choice, was there? She was the one to tell her to hold fast as the bike blazed across the roads of Upstate New York, even if the asphalt was smooth and mostly level. Her perfume wafted as the wind blew about, and Enterprise could only hope her own didn't stink.

Her lithe arms were wrapped around her waist, perhaps a little too tightly, but they were hardly the source of the distracting feeling for Enterprise. Nor was the occasional breath tickling the back of her neck. No, it was that ample bosom pressing against her back, and she only realized how much Hood had hidden after she changed into that form-fitting riding jacket.

"You alright, lass?" a voice called out, almost drowned by the wind—yet the gentle accent was impossible to ignore. "I can feel your heart racing a mile a minute!"

No, no, that was not possible. She had the presence of mind to try to keep them down...again. Wouldn't want Hood to get any ideas. Not when Enterprise herself was still utterly baffled by the turn of events.

Why me? She asked the heavens or whatever gods were watching them. Why did the brass even need an American to welcome a newcomer from the Royal Navy? Why not Belfast? Why, of all people, did they have to ask for an American, had to ask for Enterprise, who was so busy with the fleet affairs that she barely had time to do anything else?

Why not send Hornet? Her sister was way more gregarious, and she could handle embarrassment better than her. Enterprise, ever since she received the task, had been seemingly fumbling more than she'd liked, starting from having Hood catch her scarfing down a big serving of hamburger meal at the airport when she was supposed to wait for her arrival. Hood, mercifully, didn't laugh. Her smile when she heard about the reason—missing breakfast and all, hence, the hunger—was kind and, most importantly, calming to look at.

That was the second time she felt her heart beating a tad bit faster, and it was far from the last.

The first was when she was shown a picture of her. If she had to describe, then Hood was the quintessential Englishwoman. Those golden locks, the blue eyes, the way her lips curved into a smile, the way her eyes sparkled in the photograph... everything was beautiful and regal.

She didn't know why, but her throat suddenly went dry when she saw it. She had to swallow a few times before she could talk again.

And then the Commander had to ask why she was staring.

She couldn't answer. She couldn't tear her eyes off the picture. She couldn't even hear what the Commander said afterward until he patted her on the back and left her alone in the office—and he was chuckling as he closed the door.

The picture certainly didn't do the lady justice. It took everything she had, every training, every instinct, every skill she'd honed through her life to look...normal through the entire day—lest the tour of Manhattan she had to give would turn awkward real quick. Hood was certainly a gracious guest, always smiling and laughing at all the right time, even when they got lost in the crowd or despite the 'accident' involving a spilled coffee cup in a food court at Times Square.

She was as kind as she was pretty, and that was not helping.

More especially so when the lady was literally breathing down her neck right now.

This ride was supposed to be her opportunity to sort things out before the distractions became too much to ignore and started interfering with her responsibilities. She wasn't supposed to be like this, and not only because Saratoga would mercilessly rib her if she ever found out, either. Perhaps that was just a matter of when instead of if.

Hood was receptive to the idea, but that was because she apparently liked sightseeing, more so if the sights were new to her. The city, with all its lights and the hustle and bustle, was interesting enough for her, but they were starting to get old quick, or so she said. A scenic ride through a region less densely packed was the only escape she could think of, so that was what she suggested.

Dreading what her answer would be was torture. Perhaps it was the concern, the worry that the lady would find it strange and would decline. She knew very little about her, after all.

She didn't expect her to agree so readily, however, and not with such eager sparkle in her eyes.

Niagara Falls, Buffalo, the Finger Lakes, Syracuse, Utica, and many others had passed them by. Each time she saw Hood with her lips slightly parting but with eyes glimmering like a sun-kissed sea, the answer she sought seemed to get further and further away. They took off in the early hours, but now it was already getting late. She had a feeling that the trip would soon end, and her opportunity to figure things out would be gone.

That wasn't all. Hood was growing warmer by the second.

She simply didn't want this to end so soon, too.

"It's so...beautiful..."

Enterprise nearly hit the brake when she heard the sigh but managed to stop herself just in time. Her eyes widened, and she almost choked. That was the first time she'd heard such longing in her voice.

If she was talking about the scenery—and that was more likely—indeed, it was beautiful. The Adirondacks were visible from here, and the verdant roadside was sun-bathed under the evening light. It was the perfect backdrop for the winding asphalt, smooth and straight, and it was also a perfect spot to take a break.

But was she really talking about the scenery?

She didn't want to ask. She decided Hood would tell her if she wanted to, and if she didn't, then, well, she didn't want to be intrusive.

"Can we stop here?" She finally requested, just before the road curved to the left, and entered a narrow path that was covered with trees on both sides.

Enterprise obliged without a second thought. Never keep a lady waiting, after all, and the area had a distinct sense of calm that would make a break a welcome thing.

Hood took off the helmet, her hair shining in the sunlight as they fell about her shoulders, and Enterprise almost regretted watching. She did regret her choice of attire, though. The shorts and tee combination, even with a jacket on, made her feel underdressed.

"Lovely," she remarked, turning around. Again, that smile and the thousand meanings it could have. "Just lovely."

Enterprise was a little slower, though. Her gaze lingered a little longer than she'd like. It was a mistake to look, as those blue eyes were waiting for her when she looked up, and Hood had an eyebrow cocked.

"Well," she began. "I have to say that was an experience, and I had a grand time. What a sight for sore eyes this is, don't you think? I could just stand here forever."

Enterprise tried her hardest not to frown. She didn't want to be rude, but that didn't make the implication any better.

"Thank you, Hood. You're being very kind," she finally forced out a reply.

"You are most welcome," Hood smiled again, and it was like looking directly at the sun. She took a step forward, and Enterprise instinctively took a step back, and another one, and another, until her back was pressed against a tree trunk.

"This feeling I haven't had for a long time. This wonder. Not since my grand cruise. That was a long time ago. And then, it's nothing but fighting and fighting, and I was starting to feel tired."

Hood was looking down at her feet, but she was closing the distance, inch by inch. She was still smiling, but there was a tinge of sadness, of longing.

"I heard about you, of course. Your name is quite famous. But I have to say, it is so much better to know you in person. Because we're kind of similar, no? We were both flagships of our respective navies, and we're both built for the mainline—the pride of our nation. And we also..."

Hood was looking right into her eyes now, and she couldn't help but feel small under her gaze despite their height difference. Her face was so close.

"...had experienced failures. Yet you pressed on. I didn't have the chance to. So, I can't help but wonder, what made you go on?"

Enterprise was taken aback by the question—Wasn't this supposed to be a lighthearted trip or something? She didn't have an answer, not when the question was phrased so bluntly, and Hood was too close.

"You are such a mystery, and I love a good mystery, " Hood whispered. "Such strength, yet such gentleness. Such pride, yet such humility. Perhaps you have been wondering why I took you as my guide, no? Well, it's because I wish to know."

The revelation didn't make things any clearer.

"Know...?"

"Yes, know," Hood chuckled, and the sound was as gentle as a breeze. "About you."

"There's nothing special about me," Enterprise blurted. Her ears were burning. "Just doing my duties, and that's all there is to it. I'm a KANSEN, after all. We fight."

The frown that formed on Hood's face was like a dark cloud marring the sun. She stepped back and turned around, facing the horizon.

"So am I, yet here I am appreciating this little moment. Perhaps the answer can wait. This is a lovely place, isn't it? So vast like the sea. Makes me want to dance around it. But it simply won't do if..."

"If...?"

Hood turned her head and shot her a glance. Her eyes were now like two stars.

"I can't dance by myself, of course."

A few seconds of silence.

A forever of understanding.

Then Enterprise realized the hand that was offered to her and the smile on the other woman's face. She could see a little pink tingeing those cheeks.

Still, she hesitated.

"Are you sure? I can't...really..."

"Do you know the saying, 'carpe diem?'" Hood chuckled, unfazed.

"'Seize the day'?"

"Indeed," she nodded. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Come, lass. We may have been given another chance at life, and yet, have we truly lived it?"

"I'm...not sure I understand," Enterprise replied, but her body—and by extension, her heart—seemed to, and her own hand moved to meet the offered one.

Her mind stopped resisting, wandering, wondering.

"You'll have to forgive me, though. I'm... not exactly the best dancer."

"Oh, trust me, and just follow my lead, dear."

Ever so kind.

Enterprise could only nod and let the other lady pull her along. For all her battle prowess, it never quite translates to elegance on the dancefloor. Her steps were clumsy, and her posture was rigid, and she would trip and stumble every few seconds, but Hood didn't seem to mind.

Her heart was as golden as her hair.

One with the breeze, her moves were graceful and fluid, and her feet were nimble even if the rustling and blowing wind were the only accompaniment. It was almost like she was gliding across the field, and Enterprise could only try her hardest not to get in her way and ruin the moment.

"Look at me."

Those eyes were still twinkling sapphire, and Enterprise couldn't tear her own away even if she wanted to.

"See? You're doing great."

"Am I?"

"Trust me. Just trust me. Makes you feel alive, doesn't it? The wind on your skin. The grass under your feet. The warmth of a hand. The presence of another."

Hood winked at her, and Enterprise had to look down at their joined hands to keep her face from burning red, which did the opposite.

"You are doing great, dear. Just let yourself be. Never hold back."

Enterprise was not sure if they were talking about the dance anymore. She was not sure of anything at all. Maybe she was just telling her to let out whatever was holding her back. Or maybe there was nothing more to it. Maybe this was just an exercise in trust and letting go.

Either way, she followed, and her body started moving more in sync with her partner.

"Ah, now that's a nice feeling, isn't it? Better? "

"Uh-huh."

"Good."

And they danced on.

Until they didn't—because the sun was setting, the shadows grew long, and the wind had turned a little chilly.

They stood still, staring at each other. Hood's hand was on her shoulder, while Enterprise's was on her waist. Their breathings were heavy, and they were sweaty, and they were both panting.

"I suppose that was fun, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah."

Hood laughed, crisp like the breeze.

"Hopefully not for the last time."

"Mm-hm."

"Then shall we get going? Otherwise, we will have to find lodging somewhere nearby."

"That would be a problem, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed. Not that I would mind, though."

"R-Right."

And just like that, they returned to their ride and left the scene behind just as the sun set below the horizon and the moon rose above the trees.

She had a feeling, however, that the memory would stay for a long time.

Hood's hand on her shoulder and her hand on Hood's waist.

And that was only the beginning.

After all, she still had answers to give and to find.

(-)

As they passed Lake Placid, the bike, which just before was smoothly cruising the road, began stuttering and shaking, and the engine gave out a pained roar, then coughing and wheezing, before sputtering into a death rattle. The lights, which just before shone brightly, were dying one by one.

Enterprise would've cursed the misfortune, but considering they weren't left stranded in the middle of nowhere, then maybe her luck had not run out completely. Still, she hated the fact she was caught off-guard. She should've checked the engines or whatever more thoroughly. At least, though, they had taken a few days of leave despite only expecting a day of outing.

Hood handled the misfortune like a champ, and her unchanging smile was so infectious that Enterprise didn't think twice before returning it.

"Looks like we have no choice but to spend the night here," she remarked, trying to sound casual about it despite the knot in her stomach. Luckily, there was no shortage of lodgings, ranging from picturesque, quaint inns to dingy and cheap motels.

"Do you have a place in mind?" Hood asked.

"Um, no, but we have some time to decide. Let's take a look," Enterprise suggested. She'd prefer a place not too shabby because having a lady staying at such a place would reflect badly on her, but at the same time, some place too fancy would be too awkward.

The beat within, the pounding, the thumping—was not slowing down, like a war march. All was because Hood took the initiative and held her hand but otherwise remained where she was.

"Hm, another adventure then? I'd be glad—if you take the lead. And don't worry about the cost. I can pay."

"O-Oh, right. I have some money, too. Let's split the cost then."

Hood chuckled.

"How thoughtful. I wonder, how stubborn are you about that?"

"Stubborn enough."

"Then I will not protest."

The lamps had flickered to life, the streets glowing under the light. They weren't a couple, she reminded herself, unlike what the stares suggested. Just two women looking for a place to rest their heads, nothing more.

But her palms were threatening to grow sweaty despite the night air.

She had to find a suitable place, fast.

It was hard, really, when her mind was mostly occupied by the way those long and dainty fingers intertwined with hers.

They eventually found a smallish but cozy place. It was not too pricey, not too rundown. The room was spacious and clean enough, including the bathroom, with a certain rustic feel to it. The walls were covered with old wooden panels, the two single beds had old but firm mattresses, and the furniture was a bit on the simple side. The owner was surprised to see them but ultimately turned out to be friendly enough—or at least not nosy.

With the lodging issue settled and nothing they could do about the bike for now, Enterprise soon found herself on the streets again. This time, she wasn't leading Hood, but their hands were still together all the same.

Again, Hood was the one who made the first move.

Again, the warmth was too much to resist.

Again, Enterprise stopped thinking.

For someone who had spent years in New York City, the distinct quiet of the lakeside village was a welcome change, if a little jarring at first. Hard to believe it had hosted the Winter Olympics before. Twice, even.

Hood certainly appreciated everything it had to offer, though. She'd let it be known, too, through small comments here and there and the way her eyes meandered like a curious child's.

She spoke of many things and nothings—the stars and how the lights of New York City blinded those who wanted to see, spoke of the still waters and how the sea was never truly calm and how she would love to have a dip, spoke of the mountains in the distance and how they seemed so close yet so far. Even how the dinner, simple as it was, was very satisfying. But not her history because, in her words, everybody has known them.

Enterprise wished she could be more talkative, but the words simply refused to come.

"You've been awfully quiet today, haven't you?"

"S-sorry. Didn't mean to."

"Not that I mind. Sometimes, people love to talk more than they do listen. But you're not, and I appreciate that in a person."

"Thanks."

"Yet, I wonder what you are thinking right now. What's on your mind?"

What's on my mind?

Wasn't that a loaded question? Somehow, it didn't come off as simple small talk or a means of conversation. No, there was a deeper meaning behind that question.

How many "I don't know" would she get away with?

How many "nothing" would she have to give?

What if she told her the truth?

But then again, what is the truth?

Because her mind was a storm of thoughts and feelings, and her heart was a battlefield.

"It's...hard to put into words," she began, slowly, carefully, trying to figure things out even as she did. "I never thought I'd find a moment of peace. Never thought I'd have the chance. To let myself go."

The squeeze she received told her enough, and the look in Hood's eyes gave her the courage to go on and let it out.

"Never thought I'd have the time to enjoy the scenery. Never thought I'd have the opportunity to enjoy a leisurely drive. Never thought I'd have the experience of taking a break, and it's not something that I had to earn, but a gift. Never thought of it, all of it...until...until..."

Another squeeze, this time with a bit more pressure, as if encouraging her.

"Until I met you."

That was it, wasn't it?

She was breathless, but the relief was immense, and now Hood's other hand caressing her cheek didn't come as a surprise. The thundering beat within eased into a steady rhythm.

"It must be hard. Having to shoulder so much, to carry so many expectations. I know. Believe me, I know. To always keep going, to always remain strong, to always keep the fight. It's easy, isn't it, to forget to stop, to rest, to let it all go and simply enjoy what you have?"

Of course, she knew. Of course. Didn't she say they were similar?

"Hood," Enterprise breathed, leaning in, feeling the need to have her close. She was welcoming her in, holding her in place, like a harbor for weary travelers. So much more than the cold steel of a battleship.

"Yes, dear? Do you have something to say?"

"No, not really. Just...just feel like saying your name."

Hood hummed, the voice reminiscent of a songbird.

"I love the way you say it. It sounds different. I can't quite explain, but...it's beautiful."

"It's hoarse and raspy. Not very beautiful."

"Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. And my eyes like what they are seeing. I'm glad you're close, or else I wouldn't be able to see this clearly."

"That's...cheesy."

"Maybe. But it's true. It's true, and you're smiling, and that's what matters."

Few could take the credit for drawing a genuine smile out of her. One that lasts, at least.

She didn't expect this to happen, not when her day began, but here they were, standing close, looking at each other. Hood was not that tall, but she had the presence of a giantess, and Enterprise again felt like she could shrink under that gaze—one that was seemingly capable of piercing her very soul but, at the same time, had the uncanny ability to make her feel like she's the most precious thing in the world.

She was indeed smiling. She couldn't help it, not when her heart was swelling.

"So this...isn't wrong?" she whispered.

Wrong to feel, to think, to wish, and to yearn.

Wrong to fall this deep.

"No, it isn't. Not at all. It's not wrong to have someone to lean on. Someone to share your worries. Or is it?"

"No, it's not."

"Then let's try to lean on each other. I will be here for you, and you can be here for me."

"Mm-hm."

The smile. That gentle, understanding, reassuring smile.

Stirring, awakening, and comforting like the morning ray.

"Hm, it's getting rather late. We should return, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah. Probably."

"Are you not tired, dear?"

"N-Not really."

"Neither am I. It's been a while since the last time I could walk around like this, but I'm not complaining. But at this hour, it would be rather unwise to continue, and we need all the rest we could get."

"You're probably right."

"I usually am."

The teasing was not lost on her.

"So, shall we return?"

"Sure."

The night was silent; only the crickets were singing their song, and the stars twinkled in the sky.

Her hand once again sought and found warmth.

(-)

Hood excused herself to shower as soon as they returned to their room, leaving Enterprise alone, feeling heady.

And a bit lonely, somehow.

The bed creaked as she sat on the mattress, her face buried in her hands. The image of her was still fresh in her mind. That smile.

Thoughts of her were still coming and going, but at least she could breathe easier. This was no mere infatuation, no mere fleeting attraction, no mere carnal desire, or lustful craving.

This was different.

This....

This was...

What was this feeling?

"Something troubling you, dear?"

Enterprise looked up to find the source of her turmoil leaning against the doorway. The white robe was doing a poor job of concealing the shapely legs, and she couldn't help but follow the line upward.

"Um, nothing," Enterprise managed, her throat dry.

"If you say so," Hood shrugged and moved to the closet. "I wonder if there's something for me to wear in here, or else I'd have to be...indecent."

"Ngh."

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

"No. No. I didn't."

Hood was facing away from her, rummaging through the drawers, but Enterprise could almost see the knowing smirk on her face.

"By the way, are you not going to shower? You are welcome to use it."

"Um, yeah. Maybe."

"I'll wait for you."

"R-Right. Thanks."

She hurried inside, locked the door, and immediately slumped down onto the floor.

The cold water didn't seem to help much, though.

She was in deep trouble.

After a while, she exited the bathroom, and lo and behold, there she was, lying down on the bed and reading a magazine, still wearing the robe, indicating that, yes, that was all she would be wearing for the night.

Enterprise's eyes drifted over her figure, over her neck and collarbone. The garment was modest, and wasn't flimsily worn either, but it didn't fail to show the curves of her chest and the contours of her waist.

She swallowed, her mouth dry.

"There's another one if you want to use it. It's quite comfortable and soft to touch," Hood said, noticing her. "But if you...prefer to sleep in, say, nothing at all, then I'm not going to judge."

"Ah, um, I'm fine," she mumbled. Hood just chuckled, and her attention returned to the magazine.

Enterprise took the last robe from the drawer and returned to the bathroom. A cocktail of emotions stirred in her stomach. A bit of shame, a bit of nervousness, a bit of...anticipation?

No.

She shook her head.

"Just sleep," she mumbled to herself as if it were a mantra.

"Just sleep. Just sleep."

She left the bathroom, and, like before, her eyes were immediately drawn to the form on the other bed. Hood had moved, the magazine set aside, and was now sitting on the bed, facing the window. She had the look of someone longing for something, and Enterprise wondered if it was the view.

"Something...on your mind?"

Why did she have to sound so timid? She was just showing the same concern Hood had shown her, down to echoing the question.

"Hm? Just waiting for you," Hood said, turning, and she still had the same look.

So it wasn't the view.

Then that meant...

"I...I'm here," she managed, swallowing the knot in her throat.

"Yes, you are," Hood murmured. Her eyes were soft yet so intense. "Thank you."

"Um, yeah. Thanks, too. For today. For, er, reminding me that life isn't always about war. That I deserve to live my life the way I want it. To be happy, too. "

"Always."

The smile.

Always.

"You should get some rest. You look tired. It's been a long day," Hood added, and she moved, and the robe fell a bit.

"Yeah. I guess I should," Enterprise answered.

"Goodnight, then, dear. I'll be here if you need anything."

"Okay. Goodnight."

The lights soon went out, and Hood was lying down on the bed, and she was facing the other side.

Enterprise did the same.

The darkness was thick but not suffocating, not oppressive, not menacing.

The silence was not unnerving, not uncomfortable.

So this was how it was supposed to feel.

The storied, fabled emotion she had only heard about.

A giggle, uncharacteristic yet felt so rightly hers, escaped her lips.

It was truly that, wasn't it?

'What keeps you going, Enterprise, despite all the odds?'

'Those who care about me. People I care about. Those who give me hope, that there's still something there. They are always worth fighting for.'

It was always the answer all along.

Her sisters. Saratoga. Vestal. Essex. The Commander.

Few and far between, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

And now...there she was.

None of them had upended her world as Hood had.

None of them had shaken her so.

None of them had brought such feelings out of her.

It was unfair because they had known her longer.

It was unfair because they had gone through the thick and thin of war.

It was unfair because they had tried so hard to be there for her.

But the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

The heart was stubborn.

And, at the end of the day, the heart was right.

It was the most natural thing in the world.

The rustle of sheets, the soft footfalls as she got off the bed and went over to Hood—they didn't stir her up.

She didn't know what possessed her, but she just had the compunction to move closer. But just that. Watching, waiting, wanting. She knelt by the bedside, her head resting on the mattress. She could only see her back, covered by the blanket, and a bit of her nape, but she was content with that.

The steady breathing soothed her, the presence reassured her, and she was calm.

Enterprise could almost cry.

"I'm here," she whispered, "and you're here."

A choked sob, and she let the tear fall.

"And we're both here. Together. Like this. And I'm so, so thankful. So blessed. I...I just..."

Another one fell.

Hood remained silent, but her shoulders rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic manner.

"If I tell you all this, dare I look you in the eyes, looking for the same emotion? Or will I just be a fool, thinking that I'm the only one?"

A pause.

"No. I will. I...just want you to know. Sorry if that's selfish. But, 'seize the day,' right?"

Another tear.

"So, even though I'm afraid...of losing everything, of losing you, if I don't take the chance...if I don't tell you...then what is the point of being alive? So, wait. Wait. I will."

She rose, feeling much lighter than ever. So would her steps when she returned to her own bed—if not for the hand grabbing her wrist.

"Enterprise."

She didn't dare turn, fearing.

"Enterprise, look at me."

"..."

"Enterprise."

"I...I..."

"Dear, please."

That plea was enough to make her turn.

And she couldn't look away from the knowing smile, the knowing gaze.

"Come here."

Hood tugged but not forceful, and the next moment, Enterprise found herself lying next to her.

"You're a strange one, dear."

"H-Huh?"

"But it's fine."

The hand reached for her cheek, cupping it, and the thumb wiped away a stray tear and another.

"It's alright."

She pulled, and their foreheads touched.

"Now I'm torn."

"Huh? W-Why?"

"Do I wait for you to be ready, or should I simply act now?"

"W-Wha—"

"Well, that is the question, isn't it?"

The hand went from her cheek, caressing her ear, tracing the contour of her jawline, before moving down.

"I'll take the initiative then."

Her voice was low, the tone husky as her finger trailed a path along the edge of the robe and down.

"Would you like to know what I've been thinking lately?"

The finger stopped, and her eyes were glinting. Wanting, almost hungry.

"You. You. You. The way my fingers fit just right between yours. How adorable you are when you blush, or how your eyes light up when you feel like showing happiness. I want to know you better. I want to know you more. To hear you say my name the way I like it more and more and more. To say your name, call you fondly. To see you set yourself free and finally, truly enjoy the moments that come our way. To be a part of those moments. To be with you, always. To have you."

Hood's gaze softened.

"Such a short time since we first met, and yet, the yearning is so strong, so powerful. Is it foolish to think I love you?"

Enterprise was speechless, but the turbulent heartbeat spoke for itself.

Hood...was the same?

"It's okay if you can't say it. I'll wait."

"N-No, that's not it," she managed, and her voice was small.

"No?"

"No, because I..."

Enterprise paused.

This was her. This was Hood. The one who had been there, listening, watching, and caring.

For someone who was once a stranger.

She deserved to know.

"I...love you, too. And I've been wondering...if that's okay. Because I've known you for only a short time. But I'm here. Right now. And it's the only thing I'm sure of. I...I don't know much, but...what I do know is...that I love you. A lot."

"Enterprise."

"Sorry, I'm bad with words, and maybe I'm not making sense, and this is awkward, and—"

"And that's alright. You're here, and I'm here. Nothing more needs to be said."

"Oh. Um. Okay."

"I must admit, the way you try your best is adorable, too. No need to be so tense."

"S-Sorry. It's, er, new."

"I can tell."

"I just...don't want to screw things up."

"We won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're not the kind of person who would hurt others. If anything, you'd hurt yourself first."

"Heh. You know me well."

"It's just the truth."

"Right. I just need to stop thinking too much, huh?"

"Mm-hm. Let the world pass us by. Just you and me. Shall I make sure you do?"

The look in her eyes was new.

Enterprise found she didn't mind.

She surrendered and let herself be lost in the moment.

Hood didn't hesitate, and the next thing Enterprise knew, she had her lips claimed. The kiss was delicate and tender, treasuring and adoring. At least, she wanted to believe that. She was often slow to understand emotions, as her own were difficult to grasp.

But Hood soon made things simple.

Soft fingers cradling her face, the thumbs caressing her cheeks were only the beginning, like a key to a door leading deeper that left no other choice but to let the other in.

The room had grown unbelievably hot, or perhaps it was just the fire within, stoked by trailing fingers, their movements akin to a tinderbox sparking embers to life.

Hood knew what she was doing, and Enterprise couldn't help but wonder if she had done this before. Maybe she wasn't the first. Maybe there were others.

She couldn't deny it—that thought irked her.

And for all her penchant to hide her feelings and keep them inside, she'd let that be known. Or maybe Hood was just that perceptive. Either way, she paused, her gaze becoming even softer.

"Something bothering you, dear?"

Enterprise bit her lip and cursed the death of the moment. Now that it came to this, she might as well ask.

"I just, um, wondered, is all. You're just so good at this. That's all. It's silly, and I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"Ah. Is that...jealousy, perhaps?"

"N-No. I just..."

"My dear, you are one to appreciate candor, yes? Then allow me to say this. There was a time when I've...been involved. With a few. But...you. You are the first to bring this out of me. This unexplained desire to give everything. To let go and be free. To...be one. And I hope, I really do, that I can do the same for you."

"O-Oh. I, uh, wow. I mean, thanks? I'm not sure what else to say, but..."

"Your feelings are the only thing that matters. To me, and yourself."

Enterprise blinked and felt a tear trickle.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make this...awkward."

Hood chuckled, the robe threatening to slip from her shoulders, and she reached forward to wipe the tear away.

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

Hood's touches, coming and going in a tantalizing rhythm, left her skin tingling, their ghosts lingering. Her breathing grew unsteady, and her heart drummed in her ears. Hood, relentless and without mercy, was seemingly determined to leave no part of her body untouched.

The moans finally escaped, and Enterprise couldn't hold back anymore, her robe barely clinging on.

Hood seemed pleased with the sounds she had coaxed out of her, and the smile when she paused was almost devious.

No, it wasn't mercy.

She was just taking her time, letting her feel everything.

The moment, the pleasure, the bliss.

A lady in the streets, a freak in the sheets. She had heard the phrase used a couple of times before but had thought nothing about it until now—when she had seen a perfect example of one and things she could do.

That drew a laugh from her and, in turn, from Hood.

"Mm. How lovely. Your laugh, that is. If I'm the one who made you laugh like that, even better."

"You...did. Sorry. This is just...a lot. New. A-Amazing."

"And we're just getting started. Now, let me continue. There's something I want to see."

"Wha—ah!"

In one deft motion, her robe fell, leaving her in just her panties. Enterprise swallowed as Hood took in the sight, eyes drinking her in.

She was no stranger to her own body, but this was the first time she actually felt a bit embarrassed about it. There were scars, here and there, reminders of the past, some more recent.

Her undergarments, utilitarian and plain, didn't exactly exude charm, and she had a mind to apologize, were if not for the fact that Hood seemed to be enjoying herself and taking her time.

But that was all she did.

It was as if she was waiting,

For what?

Then the realization hit her, and her own hand rose, her fingers hooking around the robe.

"May I?"

Hood nodded.

She pulled, and the garment fluttered away.

"Ah..."

Scars, all the same.

Some old, some new.

But, like her, they were a reminder of life, of the past, of the battles fought and survived.

Yet Hood seemed proud to wear them.

But enough about those.

Her eyes wandered over the curves, unimaginably perfect, and the breasts, heaving with every breath.

"I must say, it's not the first time someone's seen me like this. But it is the first time I've wanted someone to see me like this. For a long, long time."

Her words were as alluring as the arms she held wide open.

"Come, come. No need to be afraid. Come, my love. Let me feel you. Let me touch you again; let yourself touch me. It's alright."

Hood was patient. She waited for her.

Her movements were slow, hesitant, and unsure.

A trembling hand touched a breast and was calmed by the content sigh.

"Yes. That's right. It's fine."

Spurred on by the encouragement, Enterprise grew bolder. That hand was soon kneading and fondling, her fingers circling and tweaking the hardening nipple.

She couldn't believe the sweet sounds Hood was making, that her eyes were shut, that her face was flushed.

That she was the cause.

"Ah...Enterprise..."

Her voice.

Calling her name.

Asking her.

For more.

She had no experience to draw upon, so she let instinct take over. The hand was soon replaced by her mouth, and her tongue lapped at the nipple, eliciting a loud gasp. Her teeth, her lips, and her tongue soon did their work.

All the while, she could feel Hood writhing and her hands on her scalp, gripping her hair but not forcing.

"E-Enterprise...more...please."

She obliged, the other breast receiving equal attention.

"So good. So, so good."

Her hands, now free, roamed the contour of her waist and the smoothness of her back until, finally, her rear. Massaging, groping, and squeezing. Hood was not content to be idle, and her own hands roamed her back, tracing lines across her spine. She was gentle, all telling Enterprise she wasn't trying to regain control.

No, she was just trying to reciprocate, and her touches were just as tantalizing, if not more.

And if that was what Hood wanted, who was she to deny her?

So she let go, allowing Hood's own mouth to trail a path across her neck, nipping at the skin and leaving her mark.

Her own mouth was not idle, and she was just as adventurous, emboldened by everything she'd seen and done.

She was the one pushing Hood to the bed but didn't resist when Hood pulled her down and rolled her over.

Their lips met, and this time, the kiss was anything but gentle. Almost primal, even.

No more a lady of royal bearing and no more a hero of the fleet. No more wants suppressed and stifled.

Hood's lips tasted of balm, Enterprise found. Her own probably had nothing on them, but Hood took them anyway. All the while, their hands were all over each other, their legs intertwining and pressing their thighs together. It was becoming damp down there, and Enterprise couldn't tell which was hers and which was Hood's. They were simply too occupied with moaning into each other's mouths, and the air was thick with the sound.

Hood soon had her on her back, her own hand snaking its way to the waistband.

"Let me see all of you."

Enterprise didn't stop her when Hood pulled the last bit of clothing from her. She was ready to give everything.

She could see a glimpse of the wet folds that nobody had ever touched, not even herself.

Not until now.

Hood would have the honor.

To part her legs and claim her.

And she could, but Enterprise had something else in mind.

"I-I want...to see you, too."

"Oh?"

She looked a little too happy that she asked, and Enterprise found that it endeared Hood to her even more.

"Then, if you'd do the honors, my dear."

Hood moved her hands away and presented herself.

It was all the invitation she needed, and Enterprise hooked her fingers around the waistband and slowly, slowly pulled the lace down.

Hood rose a little, and her hips raised just enough.

Down, the fabric went until Hood was bared completely.

She didn't bother to hide herself, and she lay there, naked and wanting.

"What do you think?"

"Beautiful," Enterprise replied without missing a beat.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Do...you, too? My body, I mean."

"Oh, anyone not finding your toned body beautiful is blind, darling."

"T-Thanks."

"Now, let me show you how much I like it."

Enterprise let out the loudest, most obscene moan yet when Hood's fingers brushed her folds, tracing her labia, then plunged inside her from behind.

The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything she had felt before.

"H-Hood!"

The blanket was tossed aside as she kicked about, tears blurring away the world into near whiteness, but Hood was the one thing she could see.

Hood's other hand stroked her face, wiping away the tears.

"It's alright, dear."

All the while, her fingers continue to curl, uncurl, and thrust, thumb stroking and flicking the clit, the wet sounds blending with her moans.

"Nngh! Ah!"

Her hips jerked, and Enterprise clung to the nearest pillow for dear life. The sheets were a mess, and so was she—with sweat drenching her, her hair sticking to her forehead, the tears dripping from her chin.

The pleasure was too real, but never had she wanted something more than this.

More profoundly so because it was Hood.

"I-I'm, I-I...!"

"Just let it all out. Don't hold back. You can be as loud as you want."

Her other hand was no longer stroking her face but playing with a nipple, tugging and pulling.

It was too much.

"H-Hood...Hood...!"

The peak of the climax was like an explosion of fireworks, the colors dazzling, the sound deafening, and the aftershocks rocking her to her core.

She could feel her body convulsing, her hips bucking, the moans that spilled from her lips were unashamed and lewd, the juices squirting and staining the sheets.

All the while, she could see and hear Hood encouraging her, showering her with praise and love.

The last of the tremors left her, and her vision cleared enough that she could see the pooling wetness between her legs. Hood's fingers were just as soaked, and she licked them, the slurping sound echoing through the room.

"Ah-aaah-haa..."

"How are you feeling, dear?"

"Like...God...that was...really amazing..."

She giggled again when Hood left a peck on her forehead.

"I'm glad."

"I...I want to...return the favor. I can't let you do all the work."

"If you really want to."

"Y-Yeah. Um, can I...touch you...here?"

Her hand brushed against Hood's folds, and the older woman sighed.

"I'd like nothing more."

So she did, drawing from the wonderful memory and doing her best to recreate it. Her fingers delved into the entrance and the wetness, and Hood's head lolled back as she gasped.

"Oh, dear. That's...that's it. That's it. You're doing so well. I-I'll guide you if that's okay."

"P-Please."

She followed Hood's lead, and her fingers did the rest, everything she could do to bring pleasure to the person who brought her such.

The way her hips bucked and rolled, the way she cried out her name, the way she gripped the sheets, her own hair, and her was all Enterprise needed to know that she was doing a good job.

Everything she asked, Enterprise gave. Going faster, slower, deeper, harder, gentler.

The fingers on her shoulder, nails digging into the flesh, only spurred her on, and she didn't stop, not even when the first wave of release came, and the juices soaked her fingers and her wrist.

Hood's own climax was elegant, for lack of a better word. Her body was taut, and her moans were soft, the waves coursing through her.

Enterprise didn't let up and rode her through it, watching her face contort with each pulse.

Finally, it was over, and the two lay there, catching their breaths.

But the fire had yet to be extinguished, and Enterprise's desire was far from satisfied.

"H-Hood. M-More."

Hood, whose face had regained a little color, looked at her with surprise and, perhaps, a bit of excitement.

"Oh? Someone's needy..."

Enterprise felt her face burning, just like her loins, but she knew Hood was right.

"Is...is that bad?"

"Heavens, no, dear. Not in the slightest. I, too, would want more."

Enterprise went in for a kiss, and Hood met her halfway.

Their bodies tangled and writhed against each other, skin upon skin, the heat rising once more, until Enterprise found Hood's entrance just inches away from her face. Seeing up close felt so surreal, and she took a moment to appreciate the view, in particular the patch of golden hair nestled at the top.

That is, only until she sensed the tongue lapping on her own slit, and she knew what to do.

The first taste was indescribable, and the wetness was heavenly.

Hood's muffled moans and the ones she herself made were all they could hear.

Her fingers dug into those lovely, ample derriere as she drank the nectar, Hood doing the same to her.

They ate each other out, tongues flicking, swirling, and prodding.

She wasn't quite able to match Hood, but it didn't matter as long as they could bring each other to bliss.

"M-My love...Enterprise...so...so close. A-Almost..."

The intense, raw, and primal feelings of giving and receiving all at once were something she could barely take.

But she did, and so did Hood.

Hood was the first to reach the peak, the shuddering hips and the gushing juices being her signs, all of which Enterprise eagerly lapped up.

Not long after, Enterprise could no longer keep up and joined her, her own fluids dribbling down her slit and the sheets.

Toes curling and muscles spasming, she let out a final cry of Hood's name, and she heard Hood doing the same.

It was a moment that seemed to stretch forever, and they were left with nothing but heavy breathing.

Hood recovered first, and her mouth was on her once more, cleaning her face of her own release.

"S-Sorry."

"Oh? For what? Because you can't get enough?"

Yes, Hood had read her thoughts again. But indeed, the desire hadn't died, not when she could see it in Hood's eyes.

"...Uhh...yeah. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Enterprise, dearest, don't be."

Hood started with the softest kiss on the lips.

Then, a nip to the ear.

Then, a nibble to the neck.

Enterprise found herself being eased to her back once more, and the feeling of Hood's weight and warmth atop her was something she was willing to get used to.

"If you want more, who am I to deny you? Let me, just for tonight, drown you in pleasure, my love."

"H-Hood..."

"Now, let us go again, shall we?"

"Y-Yes."

The bed creaked as their hips met and moved, hands seeking and finding each other, their faces just inches apart. The petals of their flowers brushed together, and Hood's voice, as sultry and loving as it was, echoed through the room, like Enterprise's, telling the world of the joy they felt, the ecstasy they were drowning in. Rolling, grinding, and humping, they went at it, not once letting the other feel alone.

The sheen forming anew on their skin glistened in the light, breasts pressed against breasts, and the juices began to seep out from their joining.

Freely, the drops fell, splattering onto the sheets as easily as the noise of their utterly wanton union.

They could do this all night. Maybe, Enterprise mused. Hood's presence was like a sea—endless, boundless. She could get lost in the depths of it, and she would have no regrets as long as she could stay like this, with Hood's hand in hers and the other cradling her head.

And maybe, just maybe, she'd be the one to guide Hood through her own depths.

The fever pitch rose; the climax was imminent, and they were both eager for it.

"Enterprise, my love. My darling."

"H-Hood. H-Hood."

The embrace couldn't be anymore tighter, and their lips couldn't have been any closer.

Then, they came.

Once, twice, thrice.

It was the last, and they slumped against each other, the last of the shudders passing through their bodies, their legs still entwined.

"I love you."

"I-I love...you, too."

That was the last coherent sentence they managed before their lips met again, and the night went on until sleep claimed them.

(-)

The bed was definitely too small for two people, but she woke up with the most pleasant sensation.

A weight on her shoulder. A gentle breath on her skin. A leg draped over hers.

All warming, all comforting.

Hood shifted, nuzzling closer, and Enterprise smiled.

"You're awake."

"Mmm. You make for a wonderful pillow, dear."

"Thanks, I guess?" She laughed anyway. It wasn't such a bad thing.

"A very well-built pillow, I may add. Firm, yet soft. I could get used to it."

The implication wasn't lost on Enterprise, and she blushed.

"I'm glad you find me 'worthy.'"

"Worthy? More than that. Perfect, even. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather be with."

"And, um, thanks for the night, too. It was great. Um, sorry if I messed up or hurt you somehow. Wasn't exactly, um, experienced."

"Mmm. No, no, it was wonderful, just like you. I enjoyed every bit of it. Don't worry about it."

"Right."

Right was the word.

Everything had been right so far, as far as she was concerned.

"As much as I want to spend the entire morning with you, we should probably get ready," Hood said, breaking the comfortable silence.

Enterprise didn't quite like being separated so soon after all that had happened, but Hood's lips against her forehead were more than enough to sate her again. So was the tenderness of Hood's forehead nuzzling against hers, her hand stroking the back of her head.

"What was the saying again...Ah...'today is the first day of the rest of your life.' Let's live it to the fullest."

"That's...very profound. I'll try."

"No need to try. Just do. I'm with you. Every step of the way. Because it won't be all smooth sailing, I'd be the last person to promise you that. There will be rough times and hard times, and we might fight and argue. But that's normal, isn't it?"

"I suppose it is. We could try to work it out. I mean, we'll need to learn, won't we? About each other. What we like and what we don't like."

"Precisely. But whatever we'll do, we'll do it together."

"Yes, together."

The sun had risen high enough to filter through the window, casting a warm light over the room.

They held each other for a bit longer, basking in the warmth.

It was a good day, Enterprise mused, a very good day indeed.

The first of many.