Excerpt: Star Trek: Clandestine

"Wibbly?" Toven repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I am not entirely certain 'wibbly' is a word that exists in Federation Standard."

"It doesn't," she explained, tucking her head to fit under his chin and shutting her eyes, relaxing in the warmth. Being this warm and comfortable always made her feel a bit drowsy, even when she knew he'd be leaving soon for his shift on the bridge. "Nor is it Betazoid," she added before he could ask the question. "It's a made up word."

"And what is the definition for such a word?"

Beth thought about it, running her hand up and down Toven's side. "It means ... wibbly," she said finally. "It means exactly what it sounds like."

She could practically hear the raised eyebrow, now likely raised even higher in a show of Vulcan facial muscle control, in his voice. "You cannot use the word in its definition," he admonished gently. "It does not sound like it means anything in particular."

"That's because it doesn't. It just means ... wibbly. Wibbly wobbly lovey wovey."

"Now you are just spouting nonsense words," he said in an almost grumpy tone.

She laughed warmly, hugging him tightly. "I might be," she admitted. "But sometimes i just like the way things sound. And don't act like it's a personal affront to you that others aren't as precise in their language as you happen to be."