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Disclaimer time once again!   Ninety-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.  :)

Thirty-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', and 'Hold'.

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


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I never knew that Talaxians kiss with their eyes open. 
Neelix told me, earlier, when I noticed he was watching me 
kiss him.  

<grin>

I'd just opened my eyes for an instant, like you do, and his 
were staring back at me. I had to push a bit to get him to tell 
me why.  Hell, I used to kiss like that, until a former lover 
said it gave her the creeps.  So, I got out of the habit. 

<soft smile>

Neelix promised to help me get back into it.

<sigh>

I'm . . . at something of a loss, here. I don't know where to 
begin.  Honestly.  

<think>

We were on the couch and I'd just tossed my boots halfway 
across the room.  I was undoing his jacket and his hands 
were running over my stomach.  I got the jacket off and was 
working on his shirt, when he pulled mine over my head and 
grinned . . .

"You've got spots, too."

<startled look>  <glance down>  <snort>  "Neelix, they're 
called 'freckles'."

<shrug>  "Whatever.  I think they're rather . . . intriguing. 
Smaller than mine, but it looks like you have more of them."

<slight grin>  "Probably."

"How many?"
 
<blink>  "I have no idea."  

<tugs shirt off impatiently>  "We could count them."

"You're joking."  <pause>  "Aren't you?"

<shake head> <take hand> <lead into bedroom>


. . .


He hunted for, found, and kissed every freckle I've got.
Six-hundred-and-eleven kisses later, he declared himself to 
be done.  I was a wreck.  And so damned distracted, I didn't 
even realize I was naked until he started mapping my body 
with his hands.  It was the first time I ever worried about how 
a lover saw me. I'm not Talaxian, by any stretch.  Who's to 
say their standards of what's good-looking and what's not 
are anywhere near a human's?  But all I saw on his face was 
tenderness mixed with a soft smile.

<sigh>

Until I finished undressing him. And cursed everyone I'd 
ever heard make a comment about the way he looked, when 
I saw the doubt in his eyes . . .

<gently and sincerely>  "Neelix?  I like the way you look.  I 
*do*."

<quietly>  "I'm Talaxian."

<softly>  "I know.  And I'm Terran."

"I've got spots."

"I've got freckles."

<pause>

"I'm furry." 

<grin>  "Neelix, *I've* got more body 'fur' than *you* do."

<blink>  <slowly>  "I'm shorter than the average human." 

<nod>  "And I'm taller than the average Talaxian."

<deep breath>  "I'm stockier than . . ."

<interrupt>  "And I'm thinner than . . ."  <kiss>  "Neelix, 
knock it off.  You're no more alien to me than I am to you." 
<long, slow caress down chest>  "So stop pointing out all 
the differences in your body and love me with it.  Dammit."

<snort>  <chuckle>  <laugh>


. . .


He touched me everywhere.  Stroked me til I sighed, kissed 
me til I moaned, and made love to me til I came.  Loudly.  I 
made more noise with him than I ever did before with any 
other lover.  He likes the noise.  Talaxians sleep almost 
silently.  No snoring, no mumbling, nothing.  But, damn, do 
they make up for it during sex.  And that whistle through his 
nose . . . Shocked the hell out of me. 

<silent chuckle>  

Now, I know why Kes was so surprised the first time she 
heard me whistling.  I was propositioning her as a Talaxian 
would and didn't even realize it.  Oh, I've got to tell Neelix 
about that.

<internal laughter>

He's the only lover I've ever had who can whistle and kiss 
me at the same time.  He offered to try and teach me to do 
that, but there's no way.  The human nose isn't capable of it. 
But, I can whistle at him my way and make him blush.

<warm grin>  <sigh>

It was wonderful.  Just . . . wonderful.  And I don't give a 
damn what the crew says or thinks . . .

<kiss>  <hold> <cherish>  <contented smile>

I'm keeping him. 

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