I wrote a shorty to a challenge that was posted to me via my website.

The challenge was:

1/ Everyone except Deanna and Will Riker are in 10 forward
2/ Deanna and Will are left in charge of the bridge
3/ Will starts flirting with Deanna
4/ He kisses her very passionately
5/ Describe in great detail Will and Deanna making love on the bridge
6/ The bridge crew come back and see them making love
7/ Deanna gets pregnant
8/ Use the phrases 'Oh Gods, Will, take me now'


Leaving a memory behind
by Carol Sandford
Rated: R
Set: After nemesis, before Titan
Disclaimer, Yup, its still in their control, dang it all!

"That was nice of the Commander and the Counselor to take charge of the
bridge so that you could enjoy your birthday party knowing that the ship
was in capable hands, wasn‘t it, Captain?"

Tongue in cheek, Beverly Crusher, tried in vain to hide the cheeky wry
smile that bubbled instead in her teasing, blue eyes. Before the captain
could comment, she humorously added, "After all, they have only been
married a short while, I‘m sure they‘ll enjoy the opportunity of spending
some time out of their last few days in the one place that probably means
the most to them."

Picard watched the fiery red-head with amusement, unsure if she was baiting
him or genuinely pleased about the situation. He had no doubt in his mind
that the ‘forced‘ solitude of the bridge would incur a liaison that neither
one would want disturbing, and if that was one on the last memories they
wanted to take with them when they left the Enterprise for their own ship,
the Titan, who was he to deny them?

Jean-Luc Picard, famed Captain of the Flag Ship, Enterprise, hid the little
smile behind the glass filled with a rich plum liquid, a surprise gift from
the only person on board that was aware of his ~true~ penchant of a fine
wine; Guinan.

Swirling the nectar around his gums, his swallowed reluctantly, already
missing the sensations that the wine induced in his mouth before gamely
answering the pretty doctor that stood before him, expectantly waiting for
an answer, "For sure, Doctor. No Captain in his right mind would begrudge
two of his most revered senior officers the chance to say goodbye in

Picard inwardly laughed at his choice of words knowing that without
hesitation, William Riker and Deanna Troi- Riker were indeed, doing just

Her finger trailed along the smooth line, imprinting on her mind its
texture, its coolness even though she knew a heart beat within it, giving
it life, giving it ~soul~. She felt its pulse and allowed it to fill her
own soul with memories that she would never want to forget.

She sighed wistfully, "I ~am~going to miss the ship, Will. I didn‘t realise
just how much so until now."

Will came slowly up behind his wife, his smile gentle and indulgent as his
own eyes followed the trail of her fingers as they followed the line of the
tactic‘s consul. It was only a second or two later that his own fingers
began to follow hers, feeling what she felt. Saying goodbye to an old

He bit back the sudden rush of emotion that rose to his throat, his
previous determination to not let those emotions get at him and mar the
last few hours with his ship, and his friends.

But he watched as Deanna lost her battle with her tears, reacting
instinctively to the rush of tenderness that her tear-washed chocolate eyes
always evoked from him. He pulled her into his arms, loving the way she
fitted to him, knowing that if she‘d been any taller, it wouldn‘t have been
the same. ~She~ wouldn‘t have been the same.

Will liked the way her head fitted against his chest, aware that his
heartbeat would give away his honest feelings for her, whether they be
purely pulsing with his obvious love, or pounding with a desire that only
she could quench.

At that minute, it was love and tenderness, tinged with a little sadness as
he soaked up her sadness too. Gently rubbing his huge hand up he slender
back, he softly muttered against her hair, "Hey, don‘t be sad, Honey, just
think of all the fun we‘re going to have on board our own ship."

Her arms squeezed him tighter as she soaked up his strength, suddenly
feeling very scared and unsure of herself. Two more days, just two more
days before her - their whole lives changed forever.

Even though they were now married, things hadn‘t really changed. She was
still called Counselor Troi, and every female on board still looked upon
Will with puppy-dog eyes, imagining themselves to be his latest object of
desire. Will hadn‘t looked at another female in that way for a long time.
Not since Ba‘ku, and not since they‘d gotten a second chance. Nor since
they‘d remembered what being Imzadi really meant.

Not since they‘d fallen in love all over again.

Deanna felt Will‘s arms suddenly tighten around her own small frame and in
that instant knew that Will himself had realised that things were about to
happen in their lives that would be monumental.

Will‘s mind was awash with emotions that he‘d managed to keep in check
since they‘d heard that he had been commissioned his own ship. Along with
their wedding plans and numerous debriefing with Starfleet, Will had gone
on automatic pilot, until now.

Now, surrounded by each other and the ship that had been a huge part of
their lives, and a ship that they were both about to leave, they had
finally given in to the moment rather than the future and all that it held.

Deanna eased her body away from Will‘s so that she could look up into his
face. He stared down at her her, his eyes overly bright, his mouth closed
tight, holding in his anguish, his fears. His loss and his excitement.

Deanna reached up to caress his hairless jaw, her own eyes moist from not
only her own erratic emotions, but her husbands too, and in the silence,
they both let go. In the silence, they reached out for one another, linking
and locking their hearts and minds in an effort to get through the next few

But tears became forgotten as Will started to descend his mouth to hers,
sensing desire over-riding misery. Urgency over-riding sensibility as he
rasped, "Are we insane to be doing this, Imzadi?"

As his mouth fiercely took hers, Deanna didn‘t bother to think about his
question, already knowing in her heart that what he meant was their
decision to leave the ship and not for the passionate encounter that was
about to happen on the bridge of the Enterprise.

They both sunk to the floor, mindless of where they were, or what they were
about to do. All they knew in their hearts was it was the right thing to
do, for them. Somehow Deanna found herself to be the one laying prone on
the floor with Will kneeling astride her body.

Bracing himself on his hands he continued to kiss her mouth with the power
of a madman and with the gentleness of a tiger licking her cub. Tongues
fused as they both struggled to imbibe what their taut bodies craved. He
plunged, she sucked. He swirled, she bit. He poured, she soaked up, leaving
them gasping and aching.

They broke away in an effort to not only regain their lost breath but to
ponder briefly at what they were doing, and what they were about to do.
Deanna, her hands still laced behind Will‘s neck, erotically stroke her
fingers on the soft indent of his nape, stared through half lidded
sex-infused eyes into his not so controlled blue orbs, silently asking him
too many questions that needed too many answers, except one.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a devilish grin as he lowered his
mighty frame onto hers, pushing aside uniforms enough for his skin to touch
hers, he effectively gave her the answer to that one question; ‘You bet we
are, Sweetheart.‘

And so, behind the tactical station on the bridge of the Enterprise E, Will
and Deanna Troi said goodbye. Amongst a fumbling of eager hands and sighs
of frustration and longing, Will locked with his wife‘s body in a joining
that was both pleasure and pain. Desperation and heartache. Memories and

As he surged into her over and over again, ecstasy over-rode sorrow. The
quiet throb of the ships heart pulsed through their bodies adding its own
tempo to theirs. Deanna could feel it through her still prone body just as
Will could feel it against the palms of his hands as he hovered over.

But Deanna wanted more. It was her turn to take control. As quick as it had
taken for Will to reduce her to a lifeless, limp wanton puddle beneath him,
within a heartbeat, she had reversed the situation.

One moment Will was above and in command, the next it was he who felt the
seductive vibes through his body as she in turn felt the pulse beneath her
tiny hands as they lay beside his head.

Deanna sat astride her husband, drinking in his tousled hair, salve
moistened lips and the throb of his manhood laying snug between her hot
juncture of her thighs. He groaned as she lightly squirmed against him,
devilment lighting up her eyes. Her smile widened as she felt him harden
even more beneath her, and she couldn‘t help baiting him, "You want more,

Will growled as he captured her hips within his powerful hands, pulling her
hard against him, "Damn witch, you know I do."

Deanna‘s throaty chuckle rang out in the ships quietness, its effect on
Will‘s senses made him groan with desire as he hunted blindly for her hot
centre with his even hotter erection. That was until he realised that she
was having none of it. She had effectively closed her body against his
intrusion. She was playing games with him.

He growled again, "Damn witch, two can play at that game. I bet you‘ll be
the one begging for me before I succumb to you." and he promptly released
his grip and put his hands firmly behind his head.

But his teasing didn‘t bother her in the least. Quite the opposite in
fact. All she had to do was move, very gently, up and down. Will watched
her beneath hooded eyes, thoroughly enjoying the vision before him.

Her own lips were swollen from his kisses as were the heavy, taut mounds of
her breasts, half exposed as his own hands had sought their softness when
he‘d been embedded within her not a few moments ago. Now their gentle
swaying movement as she undulated upon him captured his gaze, keeping his
mind effectively off what her lower body was doing to his own loins.

That was until he realised that her own tempo had quickened and little
sighs were escaping unwarranted from her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she
lost herself to the sensations that were coursing throughout her body. She
was bringing herself to a climax right before his very eyes.

Will watched fascinated. Unable to stop himself, his hands moved
instinctively to her hips again as he gently manoeuvred her to a more
suitable and intensifying position, the action instantly bringing on a warm
wash of moisture from her.

Tiny sighs became gasps. Gentle rocks became frantic gyrations against him,
and Deanna reached for his hands, grasping them between her own hot palms
and moving them up to her breasts. One strong tug and Deanna had pulled
down the soft fabric of her uniform dress to her upper arms, revealing
breasts that were screaming to be touched.

Will gladly obliged. He didn‘t really have a choice as her own hands held
his fast against their plumpness, the action bringing on another warm flood
against his bulging hardness.

She wanted him inside her again, but somehow she knew that Will was
deliberately denying her that pleasure. It was her game after all. But the
game was over, she wanted him inside her, where he belonged, and if she had
to beg for it, then so be it.
Her eyes finally opened, found his and pleaded as much as her voice, "Oh
God, Will, take me now...please!"

Will wanted to deny her, just for the sheer hell of it, but he couldn‘t.
hell, he didn‘t even want to in the end. He wanted to feel himself inside
her even more than she wanted. To feel her tight snugness, the heat, the
power as she hugged him tightly was more than any man could stand, least of
all him.

Without even breaking the motions, Will found her moist centre and slipped
inside, the action allowing the moan to escape from her very soul, its
intensity overwhelming. The climax sending convulsing spasms throughout her
flushed body.

Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her spent body as Will pulled
her down against his body, cradling her against his chest as their
heartbeats regained their composure.

But moments later, they hear the familiar drone of the turbolift moving
towards their destination. They both went stiff with comprehension at not
only its imminent arrival but at the state of their own apparel.

Deanna struggled to rise, but Will held her fast, "No! don‘t move" Without
missing a heartbeat, Will spoke to thin air, "Transporter room, Captain
Riker here. Site to site transport. My location to my quarters, NOW!"

The lift door opened, emitting a crowd of the Enterprise‘s finest officers,
including its Captain, all of which were a little worse for the wear having
imbibed more than just a little of Guinan‘s fine wine stash, with a chorus
of, "SURPRISE!!!!!"

As numerous pairs of eyes searched the bridge for the new captain of the
Titan, and his wife, their ears and eyes caught a glimpse of Deanna‘s bare
ass astride Will‘s lap just before they shimmered out of existence.

It was several moments before anyone‘s eyes could leave the intimate scene
that they had all witnessed with open mouths, until Captain Picard as
forthright as ever quipped, "I see they said goodbye after all. I‘m just
relieved to see they resisted giving my chair a personal farewell gift."

"Oh my God, Will, its Captain Picard on the viewscreen, I wonder what he

Deanna stood behind her husband of three months, her fingers digging into
his shoulder as she plucked up the courage to face her former C.O.

Will chuckled as his wife‘s acute embarrassment. This had been the first
time she had ‘seen‘ Jean-Luc Picard since they had left the Enterprise.
Reaching up to tenderly squeeze her cool hand he tried to placate her,
"Maybe he wants to congratulate us, Honey. Perhaps he‘s heard the good

Will heard Deanna swallow behind him and knew she had closed her eyes as
she fought the acute embarrassment at having been caught making love on his
bridge. Even more so, the idea that they had conceived their first child
there too. The happy event had to have been then, it just had to be. The
timing, the dates, everything had pointed to that day. Such was the
accuracy of 24th century medicine, and Beverly Crusher‘s insistent extra
checks to prove it.

Will and Deanna‘s baby was conceived on the floor of the bridge on the
Enterprise E in a moment of sadness and madness. A memory never to be
forgotten by either them, or the stunned senior crew that had witnessed a
miracle in the making as well as a farewell.

Or maybe it was a hello...

The End