i'd love to see either angst 13 or fluff 1 with any pairing, or kisses 16 with spones/ot3 sounds delightful, whichever strikes your fancy :D
Angst 13: “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
Christine can barely even look Len in the eye when he drops his hand on her shoulder, his face drawn and exhausted. “Go get some sleep,” he tells her quietly.
“Yeah.” She squeezes one hand over her eyes. “You, too,” she says.
“Yeah,” Len echoes. “Sure thing, Chris.”
She feels numb as she walks back to her quarters, and the hallways of the Enterprise yawn solemnly around her, uncharacteristically quiet for this time of alpha shift. But nearly everyone aboard ship’s been awake since the distress call came in in the first place; undoubtedly the Captain’s taken them down to a skeleton shift, now that the crisis is over.
They must have missed the announcement, over in Medical.
The doors to Christine’s quarters open with a quiet whoosh, and she sets about her nightly ritual mechanically. Gather pajamas; take shower; brush teeth; brush hair. She’s still slightly damp, her blonde tresses darkened to brunette, when she pulls back the sheets to slip into bed.
Nyota makes a soft noise, rousing from her sleep with the cool air that creeps in. “Mndani,” she mumbles.
Christine’s hands are shaking with exhaustion. Maybe emotion. She doesn’t want to think about it. “Go back to sleep,” she says softly, brushing her knuckles over Nyota’s shoulder as she moves to cradle her lovely cheek.
“You’re trembling,” Nyota says, her brow tightening in a frown as she covers Christine’s hand with her own. “Are you okay?”
“Sure.” Christine closes her eyes and makes a weak attempt at humor. “But it’s not me who’s the problem, y’know?”
Nyota curls closer to her, pressing their foreheads together as she releases an exhausted sigh. “We lost people,” she says. It should be a guess- Len was only just preparing to inform the Captain when Christine left- but Nyota is too perceptive to miss the signs in front of her.
Christine squeezes her eyes shut. She can’t handle the tenderness of Nyota’s dark gaze just now. “Yeah,” she chokes out.
“Oh, darling.” Nyota’s hand strokes through her damp hair. “Tell me what you need.”
“I think I need a hug.” Christine draws in a shaky breath. “If you don’t hold me right now, I think I might fall apart.”
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