U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-E
Picard slowly ran his hand over his lover's bare chest. "Alexander?"
"We should tell the crew. About us, I mean."
"Yes. We have reached a stage where we sneak into each other's quarters at night, and, at some point, someone will see us - and I for one would like to stop rumors from forming in the first place."
Alex adjusted the pillow behind his head. "Don't get me wrong, Jean-Luc, I'm thrilled that you want to tell the crew... but you also said you needed time."
Picard smiled. "You know, your ability to always provide a voice of reason - even in matters of love - is one thing I love so much about you."
"I think it's important to provide a voice of reason especially in matters of love," Alex remarked, leaned forward and briefly kissed Picard's lips. "I'd simply hate for you - or rather, us - to rush into anything here."
"I don't think we'll be doing that," Picard said. "You've given me more than enough time to adjust, and I really would like to end our secret meetings in cargo bays and Jefferies Tubes."
"No argument from me here... so how are you going to tell everyone?"
"I'm not going to. We are."
Alex frowned. "You're not suggesting we make some kind of awkward announcement or something...?"
"Oh, no. I was more thinking about a simple gesture of mutual affection in Eleven Forward during shift change. What do you think?"
"If we do that, it'll take exactly five minutes for the news to reach even the most distant corner on this ship."
"We are going to have to deal with some gossip, though - at least for a while."
"I'm aware of that," Picard sighed. "But I think we can handle that, can't we?"
Alex smiled. "Absolutely."