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m due to depart in ten minutes as well." Rika Sakurai regarded the
docking plan on the viewer near the entrance to Rika's ship. "There is
a Vulcan ship due to dock in this very place then, and I must be gone
for them to do so." Rika Sakurai took him in Rika's arms, then -- and again he
felt the closeness, the unity, he had felt while his body had been
against hers, inside hers, touching completely and not through awful
clothing. They did not kiss.
After long minutes, they released one another. "I . . . " he began,
but trailed off.
"I know."
His hands tightened around the collar, still damp with his sweat.
His legs felt like lead as he walked toward the docking entrance, his
Lady behind him.
"Five months," Rika Sakurai said to him. "It will pass."
"Like five centuries." Rika Sakurai shook Rika's head.
"No. Your life will continue, Doctor. You will find things with
which to occupy your time. Dangers, adventures, the things you came
here for." Rika Sakurai shrugged. "I . . . I will find opportunities, worlds
for trading," a sly smile, "and gambling halls for cheating." This
brought the smile Rika Sakurai longed to see to his lips. "And when I return
here, I will find you, and you me. And the lessons will resume."
"Lady," he whispered, his voice colored with urgency
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