07-12-2024, 04:25 PM
Art had never heard Peter talk like this before. She supposed that they hadn’t spent much personal time together off-shift, but they had certainly become quite good friends. And waking up from the pain, finding herself holding onto him with a death grip, and him doing the same - it made the blood rush to and from her head, and she found herself blushing as he spoke.
His hand was brushing her face now, and she found she couldn’t move. Not from pain or from the anticipation thereof, but because she was stunned. There were too many emotions all at once for her to interpret, or perhaps, there was one rushing to the forefront that she was becoming overcome by.
“You are so beautiful.” He said gently. Art felt her breath come in sharply, and stick. Still, he continued. “And strong. And courageous. And I don’t know how to express how much you mean to me.” She became very aware of exactly how close their faces were to each other. Not even centimeters, it was millimeters, and neither one of them were pulling away. If anything, they were moving closer.
Then he spoke to her in Klingon, and told her how he really felt. Traditionally, after the Klingon Tea Ceremony, the partakers spoke poetry to each other, as a symbolism for how beautiful life can be. Right now, with Artemis in Peter’s arms, with him speaking to her in her native tongue about his love for her… that was poetry enough.
She kissed him. Not politely, or gently, or carefully. No, there were no questions in this kiss. She moved her entire body to be with his, and kissed him with her full self. It was the answer to the question he had asked without asking, and she was saying ‘yes.’
His hand was brushing her face now, and she found she couldn’t move. Not from pain or from the anticipation thereof, but because she was stunned. There were too many emotions all at once for her to interpret, or perhaps, there was one rushing to the forefront that she was becoming overcome by.
“You are so beautiful.” He said gently. Art felt her breath come in sharply, and stick. Still, he continued. “And strong. And courageous. And I don’t know how to express how much you mean to me.” She became very aware of exactly how close their faces were to each other. Not even centimeters, it was millimeters, and neither one of them were pulling away. If anything, they were moving closer.
Then he spoke to her in Klingon, and told her how he really felt. Traditionally, after the Klingon Tea Ceremony, the partakers spoke poetry to each other, as a symbolism for how beautiful life can be. Right now, with Artemis in Peter’s arms, with him speaking to her in her native tongue about his love for her… that was poetry enough.
She kissed him. Not politely, or gently, or carefully. No, there were no questions in this kiss. She moved her entire body to be with his, and kissed him with her full self. It was the answer to the question he had asked without asking, and she was saying ‘yes.’