While they were on leave in various places waiting for the Enterprise-E to be built, they'd still had better heat and insulation than this. The village really is like being thrown into the past. Way back into the past and Beverly doesn't entirely think she likes it.
What she does like, all too well in fact, is being snuggled up so close to Jean-Luc. Everything about their current positions is far too familiar for their normal situations, but she can't bring herself to care too much. A part of her worries and wonders, of course, curious about whether their relationship will, or even can, change. Most of her wants to keep what they have and not risk changing anything. She's turned him down once before. So really, they have to remain friends. Nothing more. She doubts they can manage more, even now.
When he wraps his arm around her, that's when she knows they're in trouble. More specifically, that's when she knows she is in trouble. Mostly because she can't find the energy or desire to move or even to protest. Not at first, anyway. It takes a few seconds for her to register everything that accompanies that simple gesture and all the feelings involved, but eventually, she finally shifts her head to look at him, her expression a mixture of concern, hesitation, and nerves.
"Jean-Luc..."
Her voice, when she finally does speak, echoes the look on her face and she thinks it would be just their luck that when she's finally decided that they should probably talk about certain things, someone will choose to interrupt them.
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What she does like, all too well in fact, is being snuggled up so close to Jean-Luc. Everything about their current positions is far too familiar for their normal situations, but she can't bring herself to care too much. A part of her worries and wonders, of course, curious about whether their relationship will, or even can, change. Most of her wants to keep what they have and not risk changing anything. She's turned him down once before. So really, they have to remain friends. Nothing more. She doubts they can manage more, even now.
When he wraps his arm around her, that's when she knows they're in trouble. More specifically, that's when she knows she is in trouble. Mostly because she can't find the energy or desire to move or even to protest. Not at first, anyway. It takes a few seconds for her to register everything that accompanies that simple gesture and all the feelings involved, but eventually, she finally shifts her head to look at him, her expression a mixture of concern, hesitation, and nerves.
"Jean-Luc..."
Her voice, when she finally does speak, echoes the look on her face and she thinks it would be just their luck that when she's finally decided that they should probably talk about certain things, someone will choose to interrupt them.