"And as for
Ghet.... That's a rather long and complicated story.
Actually, it was a rather quick and easy story..... but that's
beside the point."
she never claimed to be a good girl, now did she. When she married,
Ghet lined up 127 glasses on her bar. Here are a few of the
first commanding officer when she was a Starfleet ensign. They
had a relationship many might consider "disfunctional",
though it worked well for them. He was a sadist, she turned out
to be quite a happy little masochist, even at the point where she was
requiring reconstructive surgery. Despite moving on during her
career, she went back to Christian over and over again, and it was him
she asked to perform her wedding, as the most powerful test she could
devise for herself.
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Maeve on Arlsyn during Kusanar Tanaii, and they hit it off immediately.
Given she'd made a bet with Galain that they'd both stay celibate, Maeve was
simply too great a temptation to pass up.
call it a ship-board romance, shall we? Yeah.
"There's no pressure,
love. No, wait, that's a complete lie. You're gorgeous, and I'm going
to get you sooner or later, so you may as well give in now. I've been
turned down once
already, and I'm not about to let it happen again if I can help
it." People often said Ghetsuhm
wasn't like other girls, and it was true. Ghetsuhm was
like Uncle Galain.
it wasn't her fault. It was snowing, and they were in a
barn. What was she supposed to do with an eight foot
Shroudling? Even if he was an ex-lover of her cousin Shadow's.
"Hope the others found a
place to wait this out." He said, closing the door and
turning back to
Ghetsuhm. "Those clothes..." he
cleared his throat, "becomes you." he said, admiring her
form and the way they stuck to her skin
from the wetness. "You must
be frozen, lets see if we can get you
warmed up, shall we?" He asked,
raising one eyebrow as a boyish
grin spread across his face. Ghetsuhm smiled at Xavyer. My, but
he was galant. And there was
something about that boyish grin that just went straight past all her
defenses. Or would have, if she had any.
spent a few years having a rather embarrassing crush on her aunt
Enchanted's adopted brother Grannon, to the point where she named a
string of pet squirrels after him. But there was this one time
she gave him this sea-sickness cure with unfortunate side-effects...
Ghet was torn. On the one
hand, she had a prince, in a soaking wet, now totally transparent
white shirt. On the other hand, she had Grannon, in a state she was
probably never likely to see again. She dithered. Then she fretted.
Then she fell to the deck. "It's not fair, damn it, it's just not
fair!" She began to sob.
yes. Grand Inquisitors visiting beauty pagents should stay
out of the jacuzzi. Another man prepared to leave bruises
in the desired manner...
She led Mark over to the
elevators, slamming him up against the wall as soon as the doors
closed. She bit his chest hungrily. "I thought I might never see
you again," she muttered,
not sure if he could hear her.
Hell. Probably other people spotted first that a friendship
between Ghetsuhm and Y'roden could only end one way. She was
sure she could do it, right up until she slept with him. It's a
relationship that has been through many phases, but never faded.
What seemed an eternity of
desire and unexpressed emotion came tumbling together, if it is ever
possible to be both rough and tender at once the Prince of Corin
managed it. A bittersweet surge of joy was his in knowing Ghet
belonged to him for just this short time, he took what she was willing
to give with a hunger he had never felt before.
Ghet adopted Galain as her uncle specifically to avoid finding herself
in bed with him like every other woman who crossed his path. She
could not believe that he would value her as more than a brief
diversion. That wasn't quite how it worked out.
Ghet? She was utterly unforgettable. One night of sweet comfort. One night
of “what could be”. One night of “Oh gods, is this it?” And
then nothing more. Nothing more except her total commitment to another man.
don’t want you taking on any more guilt, understand? So I’ll take it.
Galain groaned again. No more time for thinking. No more time
for guilt. It was time to just be. He loved this woman, no matter how beyond
his reach she was.
in all, this kind of thing can get a girl a reputation...
sorta feel sorry for whoever's waitin' this out with Ghetsuhm."
Marion leaned up against someone sleeping nearby and began playing
with her hair to pass the time. "They're going to be very tired
after this, I think." The odds were slightly in favor of Ghet
being stuck with a guy, and so long as it wasn't Merry, the odds were
very infavor of hay displacement.
lead to the odd, er, misunderstanding...
was I supposed to do? Walk up to you on your wedding day and say, ‘Oh
by the way, I slept with your wife and it was reaaaaal good…
yeah… what a woman you’re marrying.’”