The night of love had been grand. Kathryn Janeway had reacted well to the unexpected gentleman in her bed, and Jean-Luc Picard had quickly adapted to his new surroundings. Quickly reasoning things out, they happily went bump in the night for a few hours.

Jean-Luc replicated a continental appetizer breakfast, while Janeway made what would have once been a cholesterol-laden nightmare. They were ravenous, both for food and each other. The quiet smiles were as constant as any other activity. After the food was done, they had one last more go-round, then used the refresher. Each helped straighten the others' uniform. It was the best combination of teenage and mature sex the two captains had enjoyed in a long time.

But now it was done, and their smiles faded. Their features grew arch, and annoyed. With certain gifts, after all, it wasn't the gift itself so much as the presentation. One may enjoy something without caring for the person who broke their living room window while throwing it to them. So it was with this gift. They breathed in, and then shouted one word.

"Q-ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!"