Political Union (Skating Babe and I)

[Romantic[Dream]]

Isabella Remmington, or as most called her, Izzie, breathed a long sigh. Things had gotten real awkward real quickly. Relations between the Humans and the Trill had gone south after a few incidents involving Borg subterfuge. Though politically things were fine, the media had blown things out of proportion and the civilians from both cultures had a rise in distrust. Long story short, a political stunt had been hatched, one that quite frankly had her wanting to seek asylum somewhere safe. It was an arranged marriage between her, the daughter of a prominent human politician, and a Trill named Jac.

And she had no say in the matter.

Izzie stared at the dress she had to put on, a white, silky affair with no sleeves, no back, and more lace than she'd seen in her entire life. It came with stiletto heels and gloves that were going to go clear up to her upper arms. This marriage had kicked her out of her military duties as a pilot. Though she was military, she was still feminine enough, with a short bob haircut in a silvery blond and delicate features. Her uniform concealed her lithe body, but the dress would show off her modestly hidden curves.

"Arrival in one hour. The ceremony will begin almost immediately after arrival, and it is advised that you prepare yourself immediately."

Stupid computerized schedule... Still, she began getting dressed, knowing she had to go through with it, to help settle the tension between races.

 

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Jac herself was scurrying like crazy to prepare the ceremony hall they'd be married in. She wasn't sure why it made her so tense but it did. The photo of her supposed betrothed had made her smile though. She only hoped the girl was as lovely as she seemed to be. Her own long hair was tucked down the back of her shirt and waistcoat, she rarely wore human outfits and she was scowling as she smoothed her white pants flat again. She looked like a human boy, well apart from the trill spots on her face and neck, the borg circuitry still clear over one eye and on her neck.

As she heard the sound to warn of an arrival she sighed and tugged on her jacket, glad that she had at least been allowed to let her hair grow and just hide it. Most people wanted her to cut her hair but she refused. Green-brown eyes glittered as she secured her hair again then hid it once more. One hour of freedom left.

Her parents were glaring at her as she seemed to sulk a little. A pause was filled by hurry as she realised she was not ready. Once she got back to her room she shoved her feet into white shoes and smoothed down her jacket and pants, glad to see that she looked almost normal.

The hall was filling now and she found herself wondering why her parents had made this match. As a docking signal beeped she froze and stared at herself in the mirror. "Why am I letting them do this to me?"

She knew she technically had no choice. A small sigh escaped her and she headed to the area she needed to be in.

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

Now dressed in the full white attire, she was glad she had a veil over her face. It'd hide the subtle hints of annoyance in her expression. Arranged marriages didn't happen anymore. At least not in human culture. She'd even been trained for three months straight by an actress. So she could properly fake being the happiest woman in the world. The public didn't know about the arrangement. If it were to solidify the Human-Trill relations, it had to appear completely dream-like and consensual. Not... forced.

The worst part was the dress itself though. It was enhancing places that she normally didn't care to enhance, and heels weren't something she was perfect with. White too. She liked darker earthy tones. And she was readied a good forty-five minutes before arrival. Stupid schedule.

And it wasn't like the man wasn't attractive in his own way. Kind of effeminate, really. It was just that she'd had a little experimentation with some of the females in her squad. And she hadn't been able to fully sort out her feelings. Then she was yanked out before she could really get a straight answer out of herself.

As she thought of the man she'd be forcing herself to shack up with for until Human-Trill relations were fixed and out of the minds of the fickle societies involved, she got the five minute warning, and her father opened the door to escort her down to the wedding grounds.

"You owe me."

"It's your duty. To protect humanity from losing a great asset in the Trill. Besides, it gets you out of all that military work. Far too dangerous."

"...Ass..."

 

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As the sound of arguing echoed Jac found herself snickering, clearly her new 'wife' was a fireball. Sounded interesting. She heard the door open and turned to find her mother in the doorway, allowing herself to be lead into the ceremonial hall. Once at the alter she paused and waited, secretly praying just a little bit that she would be allowed a quick marraige and not have to remain kneeling for four hours like her friends had been forced to.

(skipping the ceremony...)

Once the ceremony was over Jac rose carefully, offering her new wife a hand gently, remaining silent. It wouldn't do to make a scene, besides she had been passed off as male for the majority of her life, she was sure she could last long enough to get them out of the hall and into the bedroom. Silence fell as the doors clicked shut and she paused, sighing softly and glancing at the woman beside her.

"So... I guess this is the grand... meeting."

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

Things had gone well enough. The publics involved were none the wiser. She even acted the part, oddly well. But it had been empty for her emotionally. And why not? She'd been tossed off so easily by her father.

"Sorry Jac. But there's not going to be any 'meeting' tonight. Or ever." She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. "We just have to ride out the marriage until relations are more stable between our kind... And that's all I intend on doing. Period."

It was a rather cold reception. Maybe this Jac guy was actually pretty cool. But she was too ticked off at her father for this one still.

 

[skating_babe]

"I know this sucks for you... hell, it sucks for me." Jac spoke softly, tossing aside her jacket with some relief, unintentionally letting her hair fall freely as the restraining band caught on her jacket and was pulled free, her hair instantly falling into place, a couple of longer strands falling into her eyes as she sat to remove her shoes.

"When did you find out you'd be... married off?"

The question was gentle, some kindness in Jac's tone despite the ache she felt at knowing she had absolutely no chance of surviving this encounter without at least some scratches and perhaps a beating into the deal. She was used to pain, of course she was, but it still hurt undeniably to know her new 'wife' was unhappy.

 

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"Tch..." She looked around a little until she found her stuff. The clothes she'd packed for the honeymoon, and to tide her over until all of her stuff was moved over. And she was definitely needing to change out of her dress. It felt wrong. So of course, she went into the bathroom to change.

"I found out like... Three months ago. I had to take acting lessons to make sure the wedding looked happy enough to be convincing." She was talking through the bathroom door, apparently quite fine at holding her irritated tone. "Shit... Is this arranged marriage thing common for your kind? What made those idiots think this was even CLOSE to a good idea?"

She came back out in an olive tank top and cargo pants. The usual kind of thing she'd worn while going through boot camp. She brought out her bags, the wedding dress slumped lazily and uncaringly over her bags.

 

[skating_babe]

"There's nothing normal about it." Jac's reply was calm if a little frustrated sounding. "I'm not normal, my family hate me and frankly all they wanted was peace, which is why I got to play the pawn." She shrugged as she went to her own closet to find a less formal outfit. She didn't bother to head anywhere as she removed her shirt, the scars clear on her back as she unwrapped her chest and tugged a shirt on, she had kept her back turned to her new wife anyway, her grey pants soon swapped for the formal trousers she'd been forced to wear.

She turned to look at the other woman, fully aware it was clear she was female, her shirt tight at the best of times, form-fitting. "I'm guessing we were just the stupid kids that they could offload onto each other... which is why we're here." She didn't want to admit her attraction to the other woman, that just wasn't going to happen, she was already heartbroken enough.

"They wrecked my actual marriage... then when I came home, freed from the Borg... they sold me off to attain peace."

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

If minds had their own censorship devices, Izzie would be a constant bleep for the next half an hour. Why? Because she caught sight of her supposed husband. Husbands didn't have boobs. And as she stared, halfway between confused and flabbergasted, she reached back, found the handle to the bathroom door, and pulled herself into the room, only to lock the door and immediately start splashing her face with water.

What the *************************************************?

She pulled out her communicator and waded through the listings, looking for her father. It should have been under "C" for "Complete and Total Fuck-Head". The idiot got her married off to another female. The Trill had bait and switched on her and now they were all probably laughing their asses off at the Humans. They probably thought it was as crappy an idea as she had. Being sexually undecided had nothing to do with her rage. The fact of the matter was, she'd been deceived. But then she stopped just before reaching the number. It was right there, one number away.

Hmm...

 

[skating_babe]

Jac had seen the look of pure shock and perhaps a little horror on the other woman's face, her sigh soft as she curled onto the bed, not bothering to look up even as the girl left, she already knew she was screwed, now the girl was probably calling her father to get a ride back home, leaving Jac utterly alone. She hated feeling useless but she did right now, and it hurt like hell.

As time passed Jac got more and more depressed, eventually deciding to just stay put and wait, who knew, maybe she'd be lucky and her new wife wouldn't run screaming. She totally doubted it but she'd try to have a little hope, not much but a bit, enough that she'd not miss it if it was squashed but not too much to wreck her again.

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

She canceled the communication to her father, not even wanting to talk with him. That ass had gotten her into this mess. Sighing, she took her moments to calm down and think the situation through. The Trill had no reason to frag up a marriage like this. But wouldn't Jac's parents have known? Maybe they were a bit more open to homosexuality. But how did they know that she herself had had relations with women before? It was... Confusing. But... There was one source.

Izzie walked out of the bathroom, making as little sound as possible. Jac was curled up on the bed, and she instantly felt so bad. The poor guy... Err... Girl... Was really hurt. So she slunk into bed with her husband/wife and snuggled up right behind, laying her whole body against her. A single arm draped over Jac's shoulder and gently stroked her arm.

"I'm so sorry... It's not you. I've been so pissed over this whole deal. Then to find out I'd been lied to by... Everyone... My callsign in the military was 'Firefly' because I was so easy to piss off... I really am sorry. None of it's your fault." To emphasize, she kissed the woman on the base of the neck, right on top of the spine. It was soft, tender, everything she normally wasn't.