Title: Certain Possibilities
Author: Romana
Series: TNG
Code: C/Ishara Yar
Rating: [PG]
Parts: 1/1
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Note: A rather short part of the Doctor Fuh-q Fest
Beverly ran the instrument over Ishara's arm. The younger woman's wrist was narrow between her fingers, but her arm was firmly muscled, powerful. She looked up and smiled warmly at Ishara as she finished gathering the DNA sample. Chatting distractedly about the checks she would undertake. She was already sure, somewhere inside that this really was Tasha's sister.
The loose white vest top and dirty leather-like jacket that Ishara was wearing hung off of the young woman's spare form. Her skin was tough and scarred, undoubtedly from the battles that made up her life as a member of a Turkanian cadre. Even sitting on the biobed, relaxed, relatively at ease, like a resting cat she seemed alert and ready to spring.
It was attractive. Doctor Crusher was sure she had let her fingers linger longer than she should have done. She had to force herself to focus on her task; distract herself from the urge to run her hands over the body in front of her; the urge to press her lips to the hard-used skin.
This woman was not Tasha, but Beverly was certain that she had the same potential as Tasha. To leave the tunnels and make a life for herself in the Federation. That same drive and passion radiated from her. She would have whatever she desired.
*Especially if what she desires is me.*
She worked on automatic pilot as she ran the DNA check against Tasha's records in the file, caught up in her thoughts. She pictured Ishara above her. Blonde hair hanging around her shoulders, caressing her, kissing her. In her mind she knew the taste of her skin, the pleasure of her touch. She was sure, as she had been in her fantasies of Tasha, that Ishara would be in control. Outwardly she maintained the appearance of detachment, going about her tasks efficiently. But inside she burned with the inconsistencies of arousal; melting, liquid heat and twisting, tight, rigidness. Her skin was sensitized, every light, professional touch of Ishara's skin had felt as though it burned and spread inside her; reaching to her core.
As she worked she watched Ishara and Data talking quietly about Tasha. She wondered how Ishara felt about her sister. If she realized how admired, how loved her sister had been in her short time onboard. As the pair left with Riker, Beverly knew that no matter what the outcome of the rescue mission, her fantasies would remain just that. As her fantasies of Tasha had. She knew that she would never try to make anything of the possibilities she explored in her thoughts. In reality, she would stick with the safe option: she would continue to breakfast with Jean-Luc.
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