Love is Patient, Love is Kind
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Summary: Malcolm ponders the gift of patience.
Authors Notes: This is a story was started for a 7 Heavenly
virtues challenge but never quite made the grade. This story also
contains Australian spelling and is unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
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It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it
keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices
with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes,
In spite of the demands of captaining a star ship and defending
earth I am often amazed by the level of generosity and thoughtfulness
that has survived our repeated encounters with the Xindi.
After our first few weeks in the expanse I had initially feared
that the constant need to balance the lives of those on board
Enterprise with the six and half billion back on earth would take a
toll on Jonathan that would see his innate sense of compassion
destroyed beyond repair.
I need not have worried, because even through our darkest hours a
quick glance in my direction or short comm. message at the end of my
shift is enough to reassure me that my fears are unfounded -- that
under the now hardened exterior of the man I fell in love with, there
still beats a true and gentle heart.
Tonight is different however; tonight I receive a very rare visit
to my cabin and as I am pressed firmly against the mattress of my
bunk and my uniform is removed I am given a great deal more than just
verbal assurance that my faith in him is its own reward.
Despite the get it done, get it over with reputation of Captain
Archer, Jonathan has always been very patient with those around him -
with me especially. From my first day a board Enterprise I noted a
man more interested in the personal well being of his crew than he
was protocol. I had not been impressed, I recall. It was not
behaviour I had expected from the man charged with captaining
Starfleets first warp 5 ship and it was only after we were well under
way that I found my feelings changing and I realised that I needed to
revaluate my opinion of him. Of course by then it was already too
late. Fascination had become infatuation and I was hopelessly in love
with the man I was sworn to protect. Not even my fathers disapproval
could sway me from what I now know was my destiny.
Still, letting go of old ideals and admitting my attraction to my
commanding officer did not come easy for me and it was Jonathan who
finally convinced me that the past was just that, and any previous
mistakes or partners were of no consequence to what we could share if
only I would trust him. For the most part I have accepted that he
wants nothing to interfere with our private relationship, and that if
we were going to last the distance then we both needed to put aside
our former ideas and ways.
At times like this though, when we are alone together, and when
Jonathan's touch is like nothing I have ever experienced before
making love, and the rest of universe and all it's problems don't
seem to have their usual hold over our often complicated and very
busy lives, it is almost as if he is trying to reteach me how to make
Unfortunately, even after the last couple of years and Jonathan's
many attempts to educate me that all good things really do come to
those who wait, I have not yet mastered his level of patience. It
has been far too long since we have been together and I need him now
as I need air to breathe.
Arching my back I press myself closer, never too proud to beg if
that is what is required as I urge him wordlessly to take me - to
bridge the distance between us and to make us one.
Perhaps it is the time spent waiting, the time taken to ensure the
safety of others that has taught Jonathan to saviour the moments we
spend together, but no matter what I do, how much I beg him, he will
not be hurried. Even as I rock my hips forward and wrap my legs
around his lower back, forcing our bodies closer still and eliciting
a series of unabashed moans from both us, he refuses to rush
Patience, he reminds me through a haze of straining limbs and
stolen breaths, is a virtue and anything worth doing is worth doing
well. It is only sometime later though, well after our bodies have
cooled and I have regained my ability for rational thought do I truly
understand that for Jonathan there will never be any other way.
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