Love Trek

It's lonely out there, ship traveling relentlessly through the middle of nowhere, just 500 souls sailing with you, many of them already coupled, so many of them below your rank, your abilities. Your sense of honor.

The work is challenging but often dangerous. Life and limb are routinely threatened by forces and beings -- some all too sentient, others more like virus or machine -- that come out of the unknown, raw and threatening new worlds, each a revelation to all mankind.

It's stressful, sure, and there's only so many ways within the code of service to release that stress. To release it by sharing it with someone, an only one. When you admit it to yourself, the only one for you.

Now imagine you're maybe two years into this five year mission, trapped most of your days and nights in the vessel. However large it is at times like this it's just a cage. You already feel different from everyone else aboard, you can sense it all the time. The one person you truly respect, truly look up to even though you are sometimes his equal and always his intellectual superior, is the man you are commissioned to answer to.

Now imagine you're suddenly hit with slammin' case of pon farr.

Your life might suddenly become like a Douglas Sirk movie.

Uncontrollable, unimaginable, your body risen in rebellion and fire and ice, fighting with all your storied strength those deepest urges (and he is, too, you can see it!) until you can fight no more but only surrender that you may reach, you may consummate, you may become...

...Closer..