Deanna Troi has just called you her Imzadi, her beloved, her lover... and you know that you could have it no other way, not ever since the first time you set eyes on her.
Swept up by the heat of the moment, you gather her into your arms, and kiss her deeply, passionately, feeling her respond with equal passion. Her warm, beautiful body presses firmly against yours, as if she were willing it to melt into your own, so that she could be joined to you in both body and soul. It is an eternity before the two of you finally pull away from that kiss, trembling with love and desire.
Suddenly aware that the two of you are prey to curious eyes, here in the corridor outside her quarters, Deanna activates the doors and steps in. Then, after a moments hesitation, she turns around, reaches for your hand, and gently motions you in.