> > Lorin smiled, sluffed off his boots and padded up behind Bedru. He loved
> > the candles. Then he started humming in a low way that would complement her
> > voice but not scare her--then he sang 4 words that was all she is as a
> > woman and his soulmate..."My angel of music."
>
> Candance continued humming for a moment, then she smiled and quickly made
> a change in the chord she had originally notated. "Thank you, my love,"
> she said, "You gave me the perfect resolution for that progression."
>
> (reaction?)
>
> She put the old-fashioned pencil down on the equally dated sheet music,
> then turned to face him. "How did it go?"
>
> (response--i'll insert additional comment if necessary)
>
> "With the press conference in the morning, I should try to get some rest.
> Do you mind if we continue the bubblebath another time?"
>
> (response)
The couple went to bed, talking and cuddling until they drifted off to
sleep.
Candance slept fitfully, her mind on the implications of Lasiter's
changes. She was more concerned about Lorin, however. Some would
perceive the change in the rank of Security in Star Fleet's adminisrative
stucture as a political slap in the face.
Finally, she arose about an hour early, showered and dressed. She moved
with her inate quiet so as not to awaken her husband. As a final gesture
berfoe departing, she left a single rose with a note on her pillow where
he would find it when he awakened.
Silently, she slipped out of their quarters and headed to her office. She
would order breakfast from the replicator there and settle down for some
final prep before the press conference.
Bedru ends
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