Fighting Ghosts
by Carol Sandford
Disclaimer: Yup, you all know where it belongs ;)
Set: Same as the last one - after Second Chances sometime
Rated: NC 17 for language. But I'm sorry, I couldn't actually write the
words so they are *** out :)

If heaven existed, I found it here, within Deanna‘s arms. I always did. I
always have and always will. But there are times, there really are times
when I wonder if she feels the same way, and one of those times is now.

Here she is, in my arms kissing me. Not a chaste kiss. Nor a simple man to
woman kiss, or in this case, woman to man, but a real deep throated kick in
the nuts kinda kiss. You know the kind I mean?

Sure you do. So why doesn‘t I feel like its not me she‘s kissing? Why is
she kissing me like she want to be kissing some one else?

Because the truth of it is, she does. The ghost of her former lover seems
to have squeezed a place in between us, usually at the most improper, and
inopportune moment, and I have to endure being treated as though she wants
to throw me on the floor - or a table, or some other level receptacle
somewhere, so she can screw the living daylights out of me.

Not that I‘m opposed to a good seeing to. Hell, its in my wildest
fantasies; to be f***ed senseless by the woman thats currently trying her
damnedest to rip my pants off.

But damn it all, its Deanna! The same Deanna that I want to marry. Want to
see in full bloom with our babies. Want to watch her push those babies into
the world. Want to sit in our old rocking chairs watching the last days of
our lives fly by - together.

Trouble is, my ‘brother‘, had the same idea. Trouble is, he didn‘t hang
around long enough to see any of it happen, not one damned thing. Trouble
is, I‘m extremely conscious that I‘m only standing here, with my pants
around my ankles, have a mouth-f*** because that son of a bitch couldn‘t do
the decent thing for once in his life; Stay here and cherish her as much as
she cherished him. And me.

I know that isn‘t fair, because I am no better than he. But hell, at least
I‘m trying now, but I‘m acutely aware that I‘ve got to somehow erase a not
so distant memory of a man that left the Riker legacy behind. A legacy that
I, William Riker, haven‘t used in so long, and its showing. God, its
rearing it ugly head so high, I fear that I‘m going to lose the one thing
that means more to me than anything; the woman I love. Deanna.

Thomas Riker obviously made love to the woman in my arms - well actually,
the woman kneeling at my feet now - with passion. I don‘t mean passion born
out of desire and yearning. I mean passion of a man starved of sex for
eight long years. Passion without the niceties of manners, and decorum.

I‘m ashamed to admit I listened in on a moment of their passion one night
and was shocked that Deanna could howl out aloud like that. I couldn‘t ever
hope to exude that kind of response from her. I will also admit that I‘m
envious that he had that kind of relationship with her.

But then he wasn‘t the second in command of the Starship Enterprise, like I
was. Nor had he given practically every single female on board enough
seduction spew to make sure he‘d be lined up for a lifetime - if need be,
like I had. He didn‘t need to. He‘d gotten eight years worth of hard core
fantasy right in his palm as soon as he‘d stepped back on board.

Whilst I, had mellowed into something that not so long ago, had been proud
to admit; a man with elegance when it came to seducing a lady. But now, now
I feel ashamed of that. Now I want to behave like him, even if its one
time. Just one time, to dispel him from her thoughts.

I honestly didn‘t know if I had it in me. It seemed impossible to turn
primal again. What if I failed? What if she laughed in my face? Shit, what
if she left the Enterprise, and me, and actually traipsed after him as he
currently made waves on the Ghandi.

Unfortunately, I know what I have to do, and as I silently yelped and
flinched as she not so gently nipped my very delicate under parts, I took
the bull by the horns, threaded my hand through her now wild hair and
yanked non to gently, pulling Deanna to her feet.

I sank my tongue into her mouth again, moaning with an abandonment that I
barely felt, while she...she did her damnedest to pull away. But I wouldn‘t
let her, because I knew why. I knew I was getting angry. Hell, I was
fighting an invisible entity. Thomas. Or maybe it was myself. Either way I
was fighting against one or the other and I chose to fight him, he wasn‘t
here to laugh in my face.

I tried, I really tried not to utter the one word that relayed how I felt
and what was happening between us, but I failed, miserably, "Ghosts." I
was taken back by the look in her eyes when she at last deigned it prudent
to open them and show me just what her memories were doing to her.

Along side the sadness was guilt. But worse than that was a desperation for
more. More than I was giving her. More than I was capable of giving her at
that time. I had a ghost to fight against. I had a position to fight
against too. I also had to fight against her need for him, and she did want
him, more than me at that moment.

Her eyes were telling me that and so was her heart, neither which I could
win against. Her body was a different story. I could feel her throbbing
against me and I could smell her desire, and it somehow hurt to know that
he‘d seen her in this light too. I hated knowing that the fire that raged
through my veins raged through his. And I hated that he‘d f***ed her with
such a total disregard, I had no hope of ousting him from her mind.

"You just can‘t forget him, can you?" I moaned and then died as she shook
her head. My worst nightmare had come true. Thomas Riker had won. I‘d lost
my Imzadi to the better man. I almost laughed aloud when I realised how
ridiculous the situation was. I had lost to me.

Stupid, really stupid.

But stupid soon got replaced by sheer horror when she answered me, "I can‘t
forget him, Will. Tom was everything I wanted, and more..." After that
little statement the rest of her words drifted off into oblivion and I was
glad, I didn‘t want to hear anymore. Deanna had put a knife into my heart
and twisted it.

I struggled against tears, but then I thought why the hell should I. I‘d
just had my heart ripped out by the woman I loved, for a man that didn‘t
give a shit - now. What I could never understand was why he‘d given up on
her - again. I mean, I know he loved her, and I know they were good in the
sack. Hell, they‘d been great going by the way Deanna continually tried to
expand on our techniques. Shoot, she even showed me things that made me
blush on occasion.

But that was when we were playing. Having fun. Today was different. Today
‘I‘ was different, because I‘d finally realised how much of Tom she wanted
in me and it was too much.

Wasn‘t it?

I didn‘t want to just ‘f***‘ Deanna Troi, I wanted to make love to her. I
didn‘t want to just adore her, I wanted to cherish her, treat her with
respect. Treat her like a lady.

But it wasn‘t what she wanted, not at all.

She wanted the bad boy Riker, not the sophisticated one. Hell, I wanted to
BE the bad boy Riker, but I didn‘t know if I could deliver. Did I even want
to deliver?

Of course I did, I wanted to keep her, I had earned that right. It had been
me that had forged a friendship that was so strong nothing could divide us,
not even Tom. It had been me that had saved her life by our bond on too
many occasions to count. And it had been me that had comforted her when Tom
had walked out of her life, again.

But it wasn‘t enough. Despite all Tom‘s failings, it still wasn‘t enough.
But I could be, if I could deliver.

I had to try, I just had to. I wasn‘t going to lose her just because I was
too scared to let myself go. I just needed to remember how I was a long
time ago. Trouble was, it wasn‘t pretty. I was brutal, I was coarse and I
didn‘t give a damn.

Surely Tom didn't still use all those tactics. Surely not. Not on the woman
that was our destiny.

But what choice did I have? I had to try. But I had to try to make her
understand first. One last try at sanity.

"I‘m not Tom, Deanna, I never will be, and I know how much you want to be
with him."

My heart soared at her honest response, until it suddenly dawned on me that
if I‘d not been on board the Enterprise, then Tom would still be here, with
her. I had to say that, I had to see how she reacted, and I almost cried
with relief when I saw how much losing me meant to her.

It was now or never. As I gently begged her for another chance, I watched
the tears well in her beautiful eyes. I once more threaded my hands into
her hair and pulled her mouth to mine, filling its warm interior with my
tongue. Only this time it wasn‘t an erotic moment, this time it was an
onslaught. It had to be for what I was about to do to her.

I felt it, I felt her shock and then her joy as she realised I was going
all out for her. I felt my rock hard manhood spark back into life, as it
already beginning its search for home. But whereas I was standing almost
buck naked, she wasn‘t. Seconds later that was soon remedied.

The last object of clothing hit the floor as I buried myself to the hilt
into her, allowing myself a triumphant hoot as I did so. Man, it felt so
good. I felt liberated. Free. Free from constraints. Free from protocol,
and free from Thomas Riker.

As I pounded in and out of her, I couldn‘t stop the words that had always
stayed silent. Somehow I knew she wanted to hear them. Why I never knew, or
found out, but when I swore like an old sailor Deanna became almost

And it felt great.

I felt great.

I, William T Riker was back in the land of living and it felt f***ing great!