Drabble. Tom thinks about his captain. G

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I own my stories.

By Daffnie


Her words were like the song of the siren, and her eyes; beautiful, intense, and unwavering. Her cheeks were flushed with crimson blood flowing beneath the skin, and her rigid stance alone was enough to make anyone tremble...myself included, but for reasons other than intimidation. Her fire-red hair bobbed neatly around her sharp jaw line as she spun around to face me.

“Mr. Paris, please keep your eyes on the helm.”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am,” I muttered, knowing my response was inept.

Turning away, I caught her giving me one of her warm grins.

And...I smiled back.