Resistance Is Futile - Pt 12

Later that night, nearing midnight, Captain Picard and Admiral Hamilton dropped hands as they exited the holodeck. They even stepped apart so that they were not walking closely together. Both had agreed, that for now, in public they should refrain from being romantic. For now.

Both were relaxed from their time in the holodeck. Picard's uniform jacket was slung over his shoulder, and Virginia carried her soft shoes in her hand.

"We have a wedding to attend later tomorrow," Picard commented.

"I wonder if there will be dancing," Virginia wondered.

He looked own at her, a smile on his face. "If there is, shall we dance?"

"As long as it isn't the chicken dance."

"The chicken dance?" The very sound of it caused Picard to laugh.

"I'll have Data demonstrate for you." The admiral yawned, and wished that she could lean on the arm of the man next to her. "It's the single most embarrassing dance next to the hokey-pokey."

"The hokey-pokey?" Picard wondered if she was making this up.

"I like your laugh," Virginia said with a content sigh. "You don't even know the hokey-pokey?" She shook her head in amusement. "What do kids do these days? I'll have Data demonstrate the hokey-pokey for you too.

Once in front of her quarters, the door opening at her presence, the two stood face to face. Each wondered what was going to happen next. Would she invite him in? Would he kiss her?

“I have an early morning,” Picard said, and instantly regretted it.

Virginia smiled. “All mornings are early.”

“I have a confession to make,” said Picard, stepping closer to her. “I’m as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date.”

“Why is that?” she asked, trying not to blush and failing.

“I don’t quite know, except that our time together has been…wonderful.”

“I agree.” She waited. “Uhm…Jean-Luc…”

“Yes?”

“You kissed me once, and there’s no one here, aren’t you…” She leaned into him as he answered her with a kiss. By the time they were done, Virginia had been backed up against the door jam. Not the most comfortable position, but she wouldn’t have moved for the entire quadrant.

The sound of footsteps caused them to disengage.

“Good night, captain,” Virginia said, winking at him as she ducked inside her quarters.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Admiral,” Picard replied formally as he walked away from the shutting door.

Once alone, Virginia, a being hundreds of years old, giggled like a giddy schoolgirl herself. She pressed the communicator pad nearby the door. “Guinan?”

The answer came a moment later. “Come on down Virginia.”

Breaking the rules that bound her for the first time in too many years to count, Virginia disappeared from her quarters in a flash of light.