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Disclaimer time once again!   One-hundred-and-first verse 
same as the first . . . everybody *sing*:

I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does!
I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does!
I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does 
not either!

This story involves love and sex and affection between two 
men, aka: slash.  If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it 
is, then don't read it!  (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* 
much appreciated, and always answered.  Flames will be 
passed around to friends and chuckled over.  :)

Forty-eighth story in the Stage Direction series.  Sequel to 
'Ssst', 'Growl', 'Chuckle', 'Sob', 'Grin', 'Sigh', 'Smile', 'Yawn', 
'Whisper', 'Groan', 'Hover', 'Waffle', 'Comfort', 'Fidget', 
'Grimace', 'Sizzle', 'Glare', 'Shrug', 'Doze', 'Snort', 'Whack', 
'Stretch', 'Snicker', 'Pace', 'Hug', 'Clink', 'Wonder', 'Kiss', 
'Doubt', 'Surprise', 'Cuddle', 'Ahem', 'Confer', 'Recover', 
'Rant', 'Soothe', 'Hold', 'Whistle', 'Feel', 'Squeak', 'Move', 
'Splash', 'Shiver', 'Advise', 'Fly', 'Reconcile', and 'Mend'.

'Miss' by Amirin <groh@iquest.net>


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<enter in silence>  <make poor attempt at smile>  <cross 
room to burrow into fierce, loving hug> 

<sigh>  <kiss top of head> <gently>  "You heard." 

<shrug>  <mumble> "It's rather difficult not to, on this ship."

<soft kiss>  <rub back soothingly>  "Oh, Neelix, I'm so 
sorry."

<quick return kiss>  "I also heard you almost went after 
him." 

<sigh>  "I almost did.  B'Elanna stopped me." 

<prod>  "And?"

"She and I talked.  And made up.  Settled a few things, at 
any rate."

<rub face with hands> "Well, that's one done."

<grin>  "Two, actually."

<startled look>  "Harry?"

<snort>  "Hell, no, Lix.  *Chakotay*.  I apologized for being 
an ass.  He forgave me."

<fond smile>  "That's two, all right.  Now, what *about* 
Harry?"

<sigh>  "I dunno.  I'm not sure if we'll ever come to an 
understanding.  But, B'Elanna said she'd talk to him, for me. 
See if she can pound some sense into that hard head of 
his." 

<firm nod>  "I'm glad she's willing to help. That's very nice of 
her."

"Yes, it is."  <tender kiss>

<sigh>  "I was wondering . . ."

<another long, slow kiss>  "Hmmm?"

<soft groan>  ". . . what you wanted for Prixia."

<murmur against soft lips>  "I've got what I want, right here. 
Besides, that's weeks away, yet."

<grin>  <kiss>  "It never hurts to be prepared, I always say."

<quick kiss>  <smile>  "Let me think about it.  I'll let you 
know."


...<one week later>...


<kiss>  "How'd it go?"

<delighted grin>  "Cleared for takeoff."

<pleased smile>  "Oh, Tom, I'm so *happy* for you."

<sigh>  "Me, too.  Damn, I've missed flying."  <shrug>  "Half 
shifts, though, for fours days, plus visits to the Doctor after 
each one, so he can monitor my progress.  But, I'll be 
flying."  <excited kiss>  <longer kiss> <much longer kiss>

<contented sigh>  <stroke cheek gently>

<quietly>  "I'll miss you, Lix.  So much." 

<startled look>  "For heaven's sake, you're talking like you 
don't expect to see me again."

"Well, I won't get to see you day in and day out, breakfast, 
lunch, and dinner, midnight snacks, afternoon snacks, 
mid-morning snacks, early evening snacks . . ."

<smothered laughter around sweet kisses>  "You are such a 
*peculiar* creature, at times.  And I adore you."  <sigh>

<gentle hug> <kiss>  "I adore you, too.  Always."

<sigh into hug> "Have you thought about what you'd like for 
Prixia?"

<freeze> <evasively>  "Some . . ."

<puzzled>  "Tom?"

<softly>  "Don't make me tell you, yet.  Please.  I want to 
surprise you."

<confused frown> "You want to surprise *me* with what 
*you* want for Prixia?"

<think>  <nod>  "Yup."

<snort>  "That doesn't make any sense at all, Tom."

<fond kiss on end of nose>  <grin at soft whistle>  "It will. 
Promise."

<shrug>  "Very well.  Have it your way."

<unmistakable leer>  "Ohh, I intend to."

<sputter>  "*Tom*!"


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