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Miles’ hands are strong and sure on Nerys’ shoulders. She’s on the sofa, practically in his lap. Molly’s cartoon soundtrack is playing in the next room. Keiko hums softly to herself as she sprays water over the bonsai tree on the coffee table. She doesn’t even look up as Miles hits that spot and Nerys bites back a moan.
Since she escaped the Mirror Universe, certain thoughts always come to her in the Intendant’s voice.
You could take her place if she were gone.
Two weeks in Bajor with Shakaar are sounding better and better.
For all their sakes.