Gun Brookes Advent Calendar 2012

Star Trek Voyager /Devil Wear Prada – Crossover

Dangerous by Design


 

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Door 18

 

“Oh, babe, I heard a rumor that you’d surface. You didn’t think I could let that slide, could you?” Nash looked as overpoweringly stunning as ever, if not even more so. Surrounded by the multicolor lights, her waist-long blond tousled hair seemed to go from shimmering green to bright pink. As usual, she was dressed in black leather that caressed every curve and muscle on her lean body. All this aside, it was her slanted, feline eyes that pulled Tal in, their golden amber hypnotic. Dangerous. “Going for modeling these days?”

“A girl’s got to make a living, Nash,” Tal managed. “You’re risking a lot by showing yourself this openly. Especially with a Federation galaxy class ship moored just down the promenade.”

“Ah, yes. The intrepid Admiral Janeway and her pet Borg.” Nash smirked and sat down on the stool next to Tal. “And of course, your new boss, Miranda Priestly. Now her I’d like to meet. There’s a woman who won’t take no for an answer. A kindred spirit, perhaps.” Tal chuckled.

“I can introduce you if you insist. Right after Janeway throws you in the brig.”

“Oh, she won’t do that. She can try, but she’s got to catch me first.” Nash shook her head. “And something tells me that the Tal Celes I know may put on a good show, but she wouldn’t want me incarcerated.” She caressed Tal’s cheek with the back of her curled fingers. “After all, where would be the fun in that?”

“You are as presumptuous as always,” Tal sneered and stood, out of reach. She knew her job was to pull Nash in, but even that small a caress from this woman was enough to make her heart bleed. She needed this to be on her terms, not Nash’s. “I left you. You hated that, I’m sure. Nash Forster does the leaving, not the other way around. Certainly not a nobody like me.”

“Oh, babe, you’re not a nobody.” Nash’s full, curvy lips parted as her eyes darkened to a polished bronze. “I would never spend any of my valuable time, which I really don’t have to spare right now, on a nobody. You said it. You left me and I need to know why.”

Clinging to her beer, Tal fought to not let the allure of this woman that haunted her in her dreams every single night, take over. “So, you want to talk. Fine. When?”

“Somewhere private. I suppose my ship is out of the question.”

“You suppose correctly. If you leave your goons behind, we can use a hotel room.” Tal glared at the four men standing at a few meters distance.

“Sure. A hotel room. That’s a new one for us.” Nash leaned in. “It’s been a while since we were alone together.”

“We’re not going to revisit that part. It’s history. We’re history, Nash.” Tal tried to remain calm and detached, but her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear herself speak.

“So you keep insisting. What hotel then, babe?”

Oh, if Nash could just stop calling her ‘babe’ with that special timbre to her voice, it would make it so much easier to keep her game face on. “The Tamarina, just across from here. You can afford it. Get a room on the second floor.” There was no way Tal would get stuck with Nash in a room on the umpteenth floor of a hotel. This way, she could even jump out the window if she needed to.

“All right. Tonight at 1900 hours then.” Nash kissed Tal’s cheek slowly. “And do come alone. Tell no one. I’ll know if you’re being followed or if you’re wired. Take my word for it.”

Tal only nodded and thirstily downed a large gulp of her beer. “Okay. Got to go.” She refused to run out of the bar, but outside on the promenade, she lengthened her step, wanting to get back to the Brilliance and the safety around Janeway and her group of associates.

 


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