Shore Leave
By dtroi57@cox.net
and jrgnfly@yahoo.com
Rating NC-17
Paramount is God yadda yadda
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Part 1:
Will Riker hated traveling on
transports. He had been on the
transport ship Quazlig for the
past three hours, and it had been
interminable. He much
preferred the sleek warp speed of the Enterprise, but
it was in the middle of a
complete overhauling, trying to rid the ship of all
remnants of the borg invasion
2 months ago. He had been working all the time,
trying harder to get
everything taken care of, and
put back into order, hating the fact that the
flagship had been vulnerable
to the borg. He took it as a personal offense
that
they had chosen to invade his
ship, the only one who hated that thought more
than he, was Captain Picard.
His anger had shown in the
intensity with which he worked, and the
demands he
had heaped upon the remainder
of the crew still aboard, many of the
nonessential crew had chosen
to leave ship and use the time for shore leave.
Eventually, his attitude was
affected and the Captain had to take him aside
and
order him to take R&R. He
had given Will four days in which to relax, before
he
even showed his face aboard
ship again. And so here he was, on the Quazlig en
route to Hawaii with an ETA of
another 90 minutes.
The first thing that had come
to Riker's mind when Picard had given
him his
orders, had been how fast he
could get to Hawaii. Normally a workaholic, he
didn't even think to protest,
nodding in agreement, then immediately booking
himself on the first transport
he could get passage on. He had been to the
island of Oahu before, and
although the scenic beach area was breathtaking,
the
spectacular sights were not
the reason behind his journey today. Will was
going
to spend as much time as
possible on this miniature vacation, with Counselor
Deanna Troi.
Deanna had decided to attend a
series of seminars on Oahu, many new
controversial counseling
techniques were being discussed, and there had been
to
reason for her to remain
aboard ship. No professional reason that was. On the
personal side, Will had been
completely miserable without her. They had been
able to have one memorable
night together before Deanna left, but it hadn't
been nearly enough to satisfy
either of them. And two months later, it was
almost a physical illness. The
void that was usually filled by her presence
was
aching in its emptiness, and
every day, it hurt a little more...
By the time the transport had
docked on the island, and the passengers
were able to disembark, it was
late afternoon. Will took a personal transport
vehicle to Deanna's bungalow
on the far side of the island. It was in a
secluded heavily forested
area, the only one around for kilometers. And
although Deanna had described
her accommodations to Will in few and far
between subspace communiqués,
he was still struck by the similarity between
this tropical island and
Deanna's home planet of Betazed. Perhaps the only
differences which appeared to
him besides the more casual architectural
structures, was the terran
vegetation which grew in abundance around the
bungalow.
When Will rang the door
chimes, however, he did not get a reply.
Knowing that
the next seminar did not begin
until five days from now, and that the previous
one had most likely concluded
for the evening, Will set off in search of his
Imzadi.
He sensed her nearby, so he
knew that she had to be in a close radius
to the
bungalow. Even just having
that sense of her in his mind caused Riker to begin
to relax as he walked through
the foliage, his sense of her growing stronger
and leading him deeper into
the overgrown path of leaves and flowers. A heavy
scent rose from the flowers
and filled the tropical air with a warm sweetness
which permeated Riker's
senses.
After walking for almost ten
minutes through the dense shrubbery and
vines
laden with flowers, Will came
upon a small tide pool underneath a waterfall.
The sound of the water rushing
over the rocks had whispered faintly from
farther away in the jungle,
but Will had not recognized the sound until he was
almost at the edge of the
pool. And then... he saw her.
Deanna was standing in knee
deep water, wearing a scandalous black
bikini that
consisted of three tiny black
triangles, tied together with strings, which
left
little to the imagination. She
stood poised just under the cascade of water
and
Will watched, captivated as
Deanna unfastened the top of her bikini, tossing
it
towards the rocks on the bank
in front of him, then arched her back, tilting
her hair back under the water
and fully revealing her exquisite breasts to his
vision. He wasn't sure if she
sensed him nearby, and didn't want to say
anything just yet and startle
her, but when she reached out and picked up a
small vial from the rock
beside her, and began lathering her hair and upper
body, he just couldn't resist.
He bent forward and she caught
sight of him out of the corner of her
eye. She
had known that he had been
watching her, and couldn't stop from tormenting him
just a little.
She lifted her face from the
water, and turned and faced him from his
place at
the edge of the water. She
smiled and waved,
"Hello, Will."
Will smiled in return and
nodded, lifting his hand. Dangling from
his pinkie
was Deanna's minuscule bikini
top. With his eyes wide and an ear-splitting
grin, he said,
"I think you lost
this."
Deanna shook her head,
spraying water droplets from side to side and
smiled
impishly. "No." She
replied, slipping off the bottom of her bikini and tossing
it to him, blinding him with
her beauty for an instant before quickly diving
beneath the falls to finish
her bath. When she was finished Deanna walked
towards Will, who was waiting
patiently for her, a fluffy yellow towel in his
hand. Betazoids had an
entirely different view of modesty than other species,
and the emotions she was
sensing from Will were more than enough reason for
her
not to be embarrassed by her
nudity as she waded towards the rocks.
"Thank you." She
said, taking the towel from his hand and
wrapping it around
her body. "Why are you
here, Will? I thought the Captain needed you onboard
the
ship."
"Why are you here? I
thought you'd be happy to see me." He
complained.
Deanna just smiled, darting
forward to sear him with a white hot
kiss, before
scooping up her bathing suit
from the rocks, and began walking towards the
bungalow. She abruptly
stopped, then turned back when she realized that he
wasn't following her.
"Will, why are you
here?" She asked again, wondering why he
hadn't moved yet.
"Isn't it obvious? I
missed you." She just looked at him,
questioningly.
"Does that surprise
you?"
He had certainly missed her,
laying awake on the few nights he hadn't
been
working, and dreaming of her
on the rare occasion that he was able to sleep.
"Didn't you miss
me?"
"I... think... so."
Will stepped closer, puzzled
by her response. Not liking the answer,
he
repeated what she had said,
hoping for a different response this time.
"You think so? Oh."
Riker's face fell. He had been hoping
that Deanna had
been thinking of him while
they were separated. Deanna looked up at him, a
questioning look on her face.
"You seem upset?"
She scrutinized his face and was shocked by
the hollowness
of his gaze.
"No, I'm not upset."
He replied distractedly, as color once
again flooded his
cheeks.
"You're angry." She
stared, trying to figure out if that was
the emotion
governing his actions.
"No." He stated this
firmly, the distraction gone from his
voice, but not
from his mind
"No?" she
questioned, in disbelief. "Then tell me...how do
you feel? Don't
stop to think... Just talk to
me."
"Hey we are supposed to
be off duty remember." He said
lightly, trying to
change the subject away from
how he was feeling at this moment. He didn't know
quite how to put it into words
just yet.
"Yes....we...are OFF
duty... and this is very personal
leave... tell me
Imzadi...I need to know.
Deanna was pleading now, a very serious look on her
face, her heart leaping into
her eyes. Will thought that right at that
moment, Deanna looked like a
deer, frozen in flight, standing completely
still, afraid to either move
forward or turn back now.
"I already told you, I'm
here because I missed you." Will
repeated, not
knowing what else to say to
her. And still she looked up at him...
"I love you." She
said quickly.
Will stood frozen in place,
rendered speechless by both her words
and the
expression on her face. He
tried to speak but couldn't, startling when Deanna
abruptly turned and walked
toward the house.
By the time Deanna has reached
her room, she was pacing in
frustration. She
wasn't angry with Will's lack
of response, she had almost been expecting it.
She clutched the towel tighter
to her chest and berated herself for just
blurting out her feelings for
him like that. She had sworn that she wouldn't
do
it, but being so close to him
again she couldn't help herself.. Trying to
shrug
off what she had done, she got
dressed and headed out the door to check on
dinner, knowing that Will must
be hungry, and feeling somewhat famished
herself. It wasn't that easy
to forget though. She knew that she had just
thrust her feelings for him
out in the open without notice, but secretly, her
heart was breaking at his lack
of response, or even acknowledgment
Will stood outside the house,
not sure what he was going to find
after he
entered, or whether or not he
was even welcome in her home. Finally he decided
to knock on the door. It was
hell, being able to sense her presence without
being close to her . After
knocking twice he stood and waited, but there was
no
answer . He twisted the knob
cautiously, relieved to discover that it was
unlocked, and walked inside.
Deanna was coming down the
stairs, she had heard him knocking, but
had taken a
moment to compose herself
before opening it. She didn't mind, however that he
had walked right inside, he
was welcome anytime, anywhere, as far as she was
concerned. She continued
walking down the stairs and faced him in the foyer,
noting his surprise at her
appearance.
She was wearing a black silk
jumpsuit consisting of a long sleeve
blouse and
matching pants, which were
wrapped around her slender waist by some kind of
similar, glittering fabric.
Small gold hoops hung from her ears, and a
delicate
gold chain was visible against
her skin, due to the deep v-cut of the blouse.
She had taken a few moments
and had dried her hair vigorously, taking the
majority of her frustrations
out upon it.
Will was shocked; Deanna
rarely wore black, and he was stunned to
realize that
she had straightened her hair,
and it was shorter than he had ever seen it.
She
looked beautiful, but the
differences could not go unnoticed. Her hair was now
parted on the side, her jet
bangs shining against her forehead, and the rest
of
her hair fell straight to the
base of her neck, resting on her collarbones.
His
fingers itched to slip through
her hair, and try as he might, he could not
resist wondering what she was
wearing underneath the silk of the garment. Her
face was lightly tanned from
the Hawaiian sun, and the flushed pink of her
cheeks only highlighted the
sparkle in her onyx eyes.
She just stood there looking
at him, not speaking, waiting for him to
break
the ice between them.
"You look lovely,
Deanna."
"Thank you, Will. How
long are you here for?" She asked,
watching him walk
over to the bar, and rest is
hand upon it, as he attempted a smile.
"Four days, the captain
practically ordered me to leave. He
said I was
getting too testy to be of
much use."
"Overworking again, as
usual?"
He shrugged sheepishly,
looking like a little boy again. "I had to."
"I know. I'm glad that
you felt that you could come here to
relax." She
smiled at him, a look of
understanding on her face.
"No, you misunderstood. I
had to work hard, to keep busy,
because if I
didn't I felt as though I
would lose my mind."
"Busy?"
"Yes, busy,
mindless."
"Oh, has it been that bad
on the ship?" She inquired
politely, knowing what
he was getting at, but
allowing him to reach the conclusion in his own time.
"Yes, it has been....
Without you."
"Oh." She looked
down, wanting to believe what he said, but
not yet certain.
Will looked at her, struggling
to contain his emotions. He
wanted to say
this perfectly. He knew that
he loved her, but the thought of telling her was
still frightening.
"Dee, I hated being
there, not having you to turn to when I
was frustrated,
eating meals alone..."
She looked back up at him.
"Will, are you hungry?
Can I get you something." The look on
his face made
her pause, "Never mind.
Keep going."
"No... I wasn't able to
sleep, I couldn't sense you..."
"That's because I was
here." She said, attempting a cheerful
tone, then
realizing that it sounded
sorrowful to her own ears.
"Yes... and that feeling
I have when you are nearby, it
soothes me, and I
couldn't find peace without
you."
She smiled back at him,
hesitantly, encouraging him to continue.
"I don't know how to say
what I mean, Dee. I want to make you
understand...why I had to come
here."
"You already said before,
because you missed me."
"Yes I did...but .it's
much more than that, and I think you
know it. You
caught me off guard back
there..."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have done that." She cut him off.
Will walked closer
to her, standing directly in
front of her now.
"Why not? Didn't you mean
it?"
"Yes, of course,
but..." She stopped, realizing that she'd
done it again,
spoke without thinking. She
shifted her gaze to the floor again.
"I thought so, no don't
look away... please... look at me the
way you did
before, outside." She
looked up again, tears shining brightly in her eyes.
" I love you
Deanna."
"I love you too,
Will." Her voice cracked and the tears
spilled over.
"Why was that so hard for
us to say for all those years?"
Will asked,
reaching out to draw her into
his arms.
"I have no idea."
She answered, laughing, as she wiped the
moisture from her
eyes and stepped into his
embrace.
"I love you." He
repeated.
"You said that
already."
"I know but it feels
almost as good as holding you in my arms
like this...
you smell amazing." He
said, burying his head in her hair, and inhaling
deeply.
"You are amazing."
"Me? Why?" Will
lifted his head and gazed deep into her
opaque eyes, easily
losing himself in their depths
as once again, she captured his soul.
"Everything about you...
your smile... the way you look at
me...and when you
are on the ship, the way you
always seem to know what to do. The way your
presence fills my mind... my
heart... and my soul. I am constantly in awe of
you Imzadi." She started
to look away but changed her mind and continued to
meet his eyes, her cheeks
pink.
"I... I don't know what
to say, I feel the same way about
you, Imzadi and I
want very much to kiss you
right now."
"Then what are you
waiting for?" She asked, anticipating the
brush of his
lips against hers.
"I have no idea." He
murmured, still gazing at her lips, and
watching in
rapture as her tongue slowly
licked it's way from side to side on her bottom
lip before going back into her
mouth and disappearing. Will wanted nothing
more
than to follow it.
"Go ahead. " She
said, standing her toes in order to meet his
mouth. He bent
over and slowly brushed his
lips against hers gently, savoring their fullness,
their sweetness, softly at
first, then applying more pressure, as his hands
reached upwards to slip into
her hair. Then he pulled back at looked at her
again.
"What did you do to your
hair, Deanna?"
"I cut it after I left
the ship."
"I can see that.
Why?"
"Why?"
"Yes,
why?"
Deanna shrugged and considered
her answer.
"I don't know, it just
seemed like the right thing to do. I
haven't cut it in
a long time."
"No, you haven't."
He moved a step back, and studied her for
a moment, slowly
stroking his chin as he did
so. "You know, I really like this look. It's
'classy'...sleek."
"But not too...
aristocratic, I hope." She teased.
"Hardly." He smiled.
"It's rather carefree..."
The intensity of his gaze was
beginning to make her nervous. She
tucked a lock
behind her ear.Will moved it
back,
"I don't have to be
afraid to touch it..." He said as he
rubbed his thumb
and forefinger against the
silky strands laying on her neck.
Deanna caught her breath at
the warmth of his hand against her
skin... and
held it.
"I have a roast in the
oven." She said, and then smiled. "I
can't believe I
just said that, but I'm
starving."
Will laughed upon hearing her
stomach growl and announce its hunger
in full
force.
"So am I. Kiss me again,
and then we can eat." She kissed
him again, slowly
and lingeringly, pulling away
only after her stomach growled again, and Will
smacked his lips and sighed.
"Mmmm. Absolutely
delicious." Then he blinked and stared at
her again, a very
strange look in his eyes.
"Wait a second... you
cooked."
"Yes, I can cook, you
know."
"Since when?" Over
the past seven years Will had never seen
Deanna do
anything other than use the
replicators. And most of the time when they were
together, he had been
responsible for preparing the meal, although he often
had
her doing small tasks, such as
chopping vegetables or setting the table. He
realized that he had
underestimated his Imzadi's abilities, and was wondering
as to what other surprises she
may have in store for him this evening.
"I learned a long time
ago."
"Interesting, very
interesting." He leaned forward and kissed
her again, than
allowed her to lead him into
the kitchen, holding her hand tightly in his.
The kitchen was fairly small,
and Deanna had to step around him in
order to
reach the oven. The table had
already been set, and Deanna gestured for Will
to
sit down as she checked on
dinner. She felt his eyes on her and turned around
to catch him staring at her
behind.
"Will!" She
exclaimed.
"Sorry, it's a nice
view." He said, putting his palms up in
defense. Then he
reached out and patted her
bottom, allowing his hand to linger on the silk
covered flesh. "You've
lost weight." He stated, still not removing his hand.
"Just don't push me in
the oven" She joked, prodding the meat
with a metal
skewer in order to see if it
was done.
"Don't change the
subject." He chastised gently, and removed
his hand.
"You're looking
thin."
"Okay, I won't. Yes, I
guess I've lost some weight."
"Why?"
"Why? Does it
matter?"
"It does if it's because
you were missing me." He flashed her
his famous
grin, and she retaliated with
one of her own.
"Well?" He asked.
"Well what?" She
turned around and placed her hands on hips
in exasperation.
"Did you lose weight
because you missed me?"
"Sorry to disappoint you
Commander, but my feelings for you
have not affected
my appetite... for food that
is." She turned back to the oven
"If you say so. What
appetite has it affected?" He wondered
aloud,
possibilities running through
his head.
"What?"
"You said that missing me
hadn't affected your appetite
....for food...I want
to know what was."
She placed the roast on the
stove, shut the door to the oven and sat
herself
on Will's lap.
"Oh... I think you'll
find out soon enough, Commander." She
punctuated each
word by a kiss, as her arms
went around and encircled his neck.
"Dee, you are a
tease..."
"I... am... not..."
She insisted but was laughing as
she spoke.
"Yes, you are, but I
don't mind. In fact, I think it's
wonderful."
"What I am is hungry.
Let's eat." She declared hopping off
his lap and
walking over to the stove
again. Will allowed his eyes to move up and down her
frame, watching as she carved
the roast, and wanting to pull her back to his
lap. The sooner this dinner
was over, the better.
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Part 2:
"Here let me carve that,
you can get the rest of dinner out to the
table."
Will leapt to his feet,
anything to get his thoughts back to neutral
territory.
He wanted her...no doubt about
that, BUT he didn't want her to think that he
was only here for a sexual
encounter. He loved her too much for this to end
as
a casual affair. No, this time
he was looking for something far more
permanent. The roast was cut
into even slices, which he transferred onto a
china platter. The sight of
the delicate dinnerware made him smile. Deanna
loved fine china...always had.
She used china teacups on board ship too. The
delicate floral pattern was
definitely her taste.
"Will? What are you doing
in there, is everything all
right?" Deanna's
voice called out from the
dining area.
"All set."
Will walked into the adjoining
room and was struck dumb. Deanna was
standing
by the bay window at the back
of the house, her back towards him, a delicate
crystal wineglass at her lips.
She had removed the silk over blouse and now
wore what looked to be a black
silk halter. It tied at her nape, and left her
back completely bare to the
waist. He set the platter down on the table
without taking his eyes off
the honey colored flesh. Deanna turned, sensing
his emotional response. She
lowered the glass and licked her lips
delicately.
The silk of the halter was
crisscrossed across her breasts, anchored with a
sparkling button on each side
of her waist.
"Will, close your
mouth...you've seen more of me than this
before." There
was a lilt in her voice...she
was amused at his response.
"Ahem...true...I was just
caught off guard."
"Gee, that's the second
time I've done that tonight...You're
slipping."
"Yes, I guess I am."
They sat down to dinner
talking and laughing softly. Will cleared
the table
when they'd finished, then
returned to sit down. He'd brought another bottle
of wine from the kitchen.
Deanna waited until he'd poured each of them a
glass
and pulled his chair away from
the table to sit down, then she rose, walked
around him and straddled his
lap. Her arms came up to loop around his neck,
and she scooted forward until
they were nearly touching. Will's hands
automatically went around her,
settling just above her buttocks, on the edge
of
the silk pants. Deanna sighed
and twisted around reaching for her glass. She
drank deeply, then returned it
to the table behind her. Will hadn't moved or
spoken since she sat down.
Deanna giggled to herself...Poor thing he was
shell
shocked...
She reached around with both
hands and brought Will's hands
down to cup her
bottom. then looked into his
eyes, opening herself to him, tentatively
probing
asking him to do the same. And
then she kissed him......
Deanna's kiss was gentle, yet
all consuming. Will relaxed, allowing
himself
to slip into the sensuous
feelings that she was provoking with the soft touch
of her lips upon his. The
taste of the wine on her lips was incentive for him
to meet her tongue with his,
when she tentatively touched his lips with the
tip
of it.
His sigh was low and deep.
Deanna smiled inwardly at the sound of his
sighing,
shifting herself on her lap,
causing a louder groan this time. Will felt
himself encompassed by her
essence...she was intoxicating weaving a web of
emotion that drew him closer
with each stroke of her lips. He wasn't the only
one affected by the kiss.
Deanna found herself aching inside, wanting him to
touch her...anywhere, she
craved the touch of his skin on hers.
The kiss was so intense that
Will found himself lost within it,
completely
forgetting where they were
until he tipped backward on the chair and bumped
against the table.
The spell was broken, and
Deanna reluctantly pulled her lips from
his. Will
stared at her for several long
seconds, then stood up, his legs shaking. He
carried Deanna with him, and
set her on her feet. A gasp escaped from his lips
as a gentle probe slipped
into his mind...stroking his
emotions.
"I think that we should
clean this up first, Deanna."
She stared into his eyes...
"And I think that I need
to kiss you again."
Will closed his eyes, and
tried to get a grip on his reactions to her
advances. He knew that once
they started, it would be impossible to stop.
"And then we'll sit in
front of the fire."
Her voice alone set off a
ripple of sensation over Will's skin. it
was a
though she had touched him,
but her hands hadn't reached him...yet. Her
breathing was shallow, her
eyes intense...he didn't want this to be just a
physical release for them, he
wanted....all of these thoughts flew out of his
head when her lips once again
touched his. Will's reaction was immediate as
he
slanted his head and took her
mouth fully, his hands coming up to delve into
the silk of her hair, grasping
her head and holding her captive while he
kissed
her. Deanna struggled to keep
herself firmly in check, not yet ready to give
herself up to the heat of
their passion. But too late she realized that he was
in control, causing a sweet
honeyed fire to flow through her veins. She played
his lips, with butterfly
kisses...then deepened he kiss, exploring the ridges
and folds of his mouth. Her
mind reached out to wrap itself around his.
Will groaned the released her.
"Deanna, this isn't a
good idea."
"I don't understand...you
did say that you missed me. Will,
I need you."
"I did miss you,
but..." He ran his hands through his hair,
"This isn't all
that I missed."
"Is that what you're
afraid that I'll think?
Or is it that you don't want
me?"
"No... yes. Honestly
Deanna, I'm not sure what you're
thinking." He
paused, and then the rest of
what she said registered, " NO! Of course that's
not it! Are you kidding? I was
ready to rip off your bikini back there,
before
you decided to do it yourself!
No it isn't that at all."
Deanna looked confused,
"Then what is it? I don't
understand."
"It's just that I don't
want you to think that I think that
sex is the most
important part of all there is
between us. Does that make any sense at all to
you?" Deanna's stare was
too intense for him, so Will started pacing around
the
room waiting 4 her response.
"Imzadi.......if I felt
that you believed that all we had was
sex...you
wouldn't have gotten inside
the door tonight."
Will chuckled and drew her
close again, he should of known that she
would
understand. An instant wave of
relief washed over him. He was trying to get
across that he wanted a
permanent commitment not a four day affair, without
being melodramatic.
Deanna continued...
"I know what is in your
heart. Not only do I sense your
emotions, Will, I
can feel it when you touch me.
But really if you'd rather not make
love...that's okay too. I just
need you to hold me, I've missed you too."
There was something in the
tone of her voice, in her words, that touched a
chord in him. Will raised his
hand to her cheek, stroking the soft skin
beneath his finger. Then he
drew her close feeling her shiver in his arms.
Deanna looked up at him tears
spilling from her eyes,
"Can I tell you
something? Something I 've never told anyone
else...not
even you...ever?"
Will nodded,
"Of course Deanna, you
can tell me anything."
She smiled slightly, then
looked down, gathering her composure,
"When the D crashed...I
felt the same sense of loss as
everyone else...but
there was more."
"More?"
"Yes...you see, like you,
I've been aboard ship for so long
that it had
become my home. I belonged
there, was comfortable there. Everyone had
finally become used to me and
to my abilities...Betazed had become a beautiful
place to vacation, or to visit
my mother...it wasn't my home any longer. Then
it was gone and we were all
separated."
"There's nothing wrong
with that Dee, a lot of us
outgrow the place we've
grown up and find new homes.
That's normal."
She shook her head...
"No for me it was more
than that Will. Do you know what I did
for those weeks
after the crash?"
"No, what?"
"I sat in my room on the
grounds of the Captain's estate in
Lebarre scared to
death that I'd never belong
anywhere again. I literally had to drag myself out
of bed every morning and put
on
a brave face, hiding the fear
from Marie and the Captain...anyone I met,
pretending that everything
would be okay...and then you contacted me."
Will tightened his hold on
her...
"Deanna...know this...
you have belonged with me from the
first moment I saw
you...I may not have realized
it then, but I certainly do now."
Deanna wiped her eyes and
looked up at him,
"You see, when I'm with
you...I belong...I ...have ...a home.
Even if I
haven't any place to live. The
emotion in her voice brought a tightness to
Will's throat, he found it
hard to speak,
"Yes... yes u
do...Always."
She tightened her hold on him,
trying to stop her trembling, while her
emotions rushed into him, and
mingling with his. Will relaxed calming and
soothing her with his love.
"It scares me to be that
dependent. That's why I held you
away for so long.
I felt as though if I opened
up to you this way, I'd be losing a part of
myself, and you if it didn't
work out. It was too much to give away, until
now."
He held her close kissing the
top of her bowed head, knowing how much
it
had cost her to expose her
deepest insecurities this way.
"Well, I'm as guilty as
you are, for exactly the same
reasons. All these
years I've been too afraid of
letting you see inside of me...afraid that you'd
see that I wasn't good enough,
or that I couldn't give you what you needed.
You were/are my best friend. I
didn't want to lose that."
Deanna relaxed in his arms at
his admission...she knew that he
understood and
accepted her, as she was.
"So I guess I have lost
some weight because I've missed you.
I haven't been
able to eat...or ...sleep
well, since I left the ship...it happened too fast.
I
wasn't prepared."
"Neither was I.
Apparently we've both been miserable apart
when we could
have been happy
together."
Deanna nodded,
"So I know that what we
have is far more than sex. It's
love...."
" And I know that it is
okay to love you... forever."
"I won't leave you."
"And remember, you'll
always belong....with me."
He kissed her lightly and then
pulled back to see her expression
slowly
change to one of
pain...physical pain.
"Deanna what's wrong? Are
you okay?" He searched her face
intently, trying
to find the source of her
discomfort.
"Will? You're standing on
my toes."
He quickly stepped back,
"Oh, Dee, I'm so
sorry." But both were smiling, as Deanna
bent to rub the
abused digits. Giggles
threatened as she looked up into his face...
"I think they're
broken."
"Here let me
look..."
He scooped her up, and set her
on the couch, removing her sandals,
and gently
rubbed her feet.
"MMMMMMMM
dessert..." Deanna closed her eyes and sighed
deeply, sliding
down into the cushions of the
couch.
"Oh Deanna, I hope not!
His look of chagrin was alarming. So
much so that
she sat up and patted his
shoulder,
"Will?"
"Yes?"
"I was kidding...see, it
was the only way I could think of
getting a massage
without asking."
His eyes widened and without
warning he grabbed one of the bolster
pillows
from the sofa and...
" NO! Don't you
dare...I'll fight back!"
Laughing at her brave words,
he began gently pummeling her with it,
refusing
to stop until she shrieked
with laughter.
"Well go ahead...fight
back! You said you would...come on
take your best
shot. Go ahead!"
Deanna was giggling...gasping
for breath...
"Don't tempt me...you'll
be sorry."
"Big talk from pipsqueak
like you!" He said, this time
attacking her feet as
she kicked at him.
"William Thomas
Riker.....not.....my.....feeet!
Please!
He continued to tickle the
small feet until she lost her balance,
toppling
them both to the floor. Will
still had the pillow in his hand.
"Umpff!! Stop...please
stoppppppp!"
"No way. I'm afraid I'm
going to have to make you beg!"
He waved the pillow in her
face again.
"Never!"
"You will." He
answered, a smug expression on his face.
"Not once in my entire
life have I ever begged for anything."
Will grinned devilishly,
"Oh I can think of at
least a few times, that I made you beg,
Imzadi...the
jungle...the gazebo...the...
A face full of pillow was her
response. He dropped the pillow and
went after
her with his hands, tickling
her sides until she was gasping for breath.
"Well, ......those
.......times .......don't count, there
......were
.....exten.....uating
circum.......stances." She was panting.
"Please..............stop..........yes...I'm
begging........"
He still would not let up,
"Pleasse.........stoppppppp!
I have to pee!"
Will stopped at last, and
pulled her to her feet, they faced each
other,
laughing
"Oh.....Gods........I
haven't laughed.....like
.....that.....in a
...long...time."
His back was toward her as he
replaced the pillow so he didn't see
her pick
up another, and whack him
soundly over the head. Then she dropped it and
bolted for the stairs. The
chase was on as he took the stairs two at a time.
Deanna was laughing and
looking back over her shoulder as she ran down the
hall
and down the stairs that led
to the kitchen, ending up in the hall by the
kitchen door. She could hear
him right behind her, and skidded around the
corner. Will barely had the
time to flinch as the door swung directly into
his
outstretched hand. Deanna ran
around the table, still occasionally looking
over
her shoulder as she ran.
Finally she stopped, trying to catch her breath, at
the end of the table opposite
Will.
He just stood there, poised
for attack, his hair tousled and a
devilish grin
on his face again.
Deanna matched his grin with
one of her own....
"You...can't.......seem.....to
catch me......Riker. Why?" She
panted.
"I've been trying and
failing for years. This time I will!"
He vowed and
lunged for her catching her
around the waist and picked her up.
Deanna slipped her arms around
his neck and buried her face in his
shoulder...
"I love you!"
"I know, but I still
caught you."
"Gods, it feels so good
to say that to you. I want to
scream it from the
roof!"
He turned her to face him,
laughing, at her impish grin...
"Don't! You have a habit
of falling from high places,
remember?"
"Yes.....but I know, now,
that you'll be there to catch me."
Will was completely unprepared
for the poke in the ribs at that last
statement
"You're damn right I will
be... always."
Without warning, Deanna's
expression turned serious...
"Make love to me
Imzadi."
Will was trying to catch his
breath, but it caught in his throat at
her
words.
Numbly he shook his head.
"No."
"No?" She was
completely confused now. "But... I thought
that..."
"No. I'm not going to
make love to you, Imzadi." He said
grimly, but his eyes
were smiling.
"You're... you're
not?" The look of puzzlement changed into
one of
disappointment.
"Nope." He carried
her through the swinging doors and up the
stairs... "I'm
going to make love with you.
And believe me Deanna, there is a big
difference."
He paused in the stairwell and
kissed her intensely.
"And I'm sure you will
explain it to me in vivid detail,
Commander." She
said, capturing his lips with
hers.
"I'm going to do better
than that, Counselor... I'm going to
show you."
Their mingled laughter and
enthusiastic giggles trailed down the stairs in
their wake.
Will paused at the top of the
stairs and kissed her again, slowly
sampling
the sweetness of her mouth,
and enjoying the soft sighs which slipped from her
throat. Her hand dipped down
into the vee of his shirt and teased his nipples,
hidden in the dark chair of
his chest.
"Deanna..." He
warned, but she disregarded him completely as
her hand rubbed
slow circles around his chest.
"Well, you already said I
was a tease, so I'm just proving
you right."
"I don't need proof, and
besides they say that paybacks are
a..." The rest
of his words were caught up in
the sharp intake of his breath as Deanna's hand
found it's way into his pants.
It amazed him what that small hand could
accomplish in such tight
quarters! She was caressing his growing length with
a
light but firm stroke, making
it very difficult to walk. But he kept
moving...knowing the sweetness
that lay ahead.
He kissed her again, and
carried her down the hallway, letting her
push the
door open with her feet, as
his tongue slipped around the delicate shell of
her
ear. They stood in the
threshold of the room, kissing passionately. Then Will
turned Deanna in his arms,
without letting her down. One strong arm held her
pressed to his chest as the
other traced a path down the pearls of her spine.
Deanna hung there, shivering
in wake of the tingles his touch evoked in her
body. Her hands raked down his
back, almost ripping through the fabric of his
shirt with her nails, as Will
eased his grip on her, and allowed the weight of
her to slide down the front of
his pulsing body.
"Oh gods... Will."
He ran his hands down her leg, cupping her
bottom against
his hips insistently.
"Why are we standing...
in the doorway?" She gasped, as she
felt him hot and
hard against her.
"Because we can't stop
long enough to make it to the bed..."
"Good reason." She
kissed her way around his neck and throat,
slipping her
tongue over the soft skin
surrounding his Adam's apple, as his hands roamed
her
body, feeling them on her
breasts, then her back then her bottom. She was
caught off guard for a change
as Will abruptly turned and trapped her between
the hardness of the wall and
that of his unyielding body.
Will chuckled, and the sound
inflamed Deanna even more. "Are you
wearing
anything underneath this
jumpsuit, Dee? Because I can't tell where the silk
ends, and you begin..."
Will was enthralled by the feel of the fabric against
his hands... He didn't know
which was going to be softer... the silk she was
clothed in, or the skin he
would discover beneath it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------Deanna's
eyes flashed like gemstones in the darkness of the room, as
she
reached behind her neck and
unfastened the halter. After it slithered down to
her waist, Will took both of
her breasts in his hands...and began to press hot
wet kisses over their satiny
fullness, while keeping her hips pressed against
the wall with his own.
"Will..." He started
to push and release against her
imitating the
lovemaking to come.
"What ?" He
continued to rain hot kisses over her waiting
breasts, taking a
dusky rose nipple into his
mouth and suckling it , nipping lightly with his
teeth before turning to it's
twin and treating it to the same torture.
"Ummm... oh..."
Will lifted his head "Is
something wrong?" His eyes were dark pools
of sky.
"Uh.....uh....oh...don't
stop....please!"
Will was chuckling softly.
"Damn you have beautiful breasts...I
don't think
I'll ever tire of caressing
and loving them."
"Thank you." She
replied demurely, helping Will to remove his
shirt.
"Help with the
pants?" He asked, "My hands are occupied."
"I thought you'd never
ask." Will stepped back slightly and
the wrapped
section of Deanna's suit,
quickly unraveled and slipped down her legs to pool
on the floor at her feet. She
was gloriously naked to his eyes once more.
Will's eyes widened and he
forgot to breathe as with familiar grace, she knelt
and took his pants to his
ankles. Then stood up again pressing herself against
him. "Where were
we?" She asked. Will swallowed hard, still
staring at her,
unable to answer. He took her
hand and held her away from him, turning her
slowly in a circle, hungrily
studying every curve and line of her slender
body.
Her weight loss was evident
now that she was nude. She looked so
delicate...but firm and
toned...small, but very healthy. Deanna sensed a
ripple of concern...
"What?" Will pulled her close again...
"It's just that you're so
small, I don't want to hurt you."
She smiled and kissed him
again, raking her nails over his buttocks
and up his
sides.
"Remember Imzadi, looks
can give a false impression. You
could never hurt
me physically...Now...does
this refresh your memory Imzadi?" Those small hands
were skilled ...as her
thoughts wound around his, her passion, her desire
surged into and around his
own, wrapping his soul in the warmth of her love.
He reached down and lifted her
again, this time, allowing her to wrap
her
long legs around his waist. He
felt the heated wetness of her sex against his
aching penis, but didn't slip
inside.
"I guess, it did"
She laughed, rubbing herself against him
heatedly.
"MMMMM I never lost my
place...just fanned the flames." He
held her with one
strong arm, keeping her braced
against the wall, rubbing into the moistness,
causing a gasp each time he
slipped over her hidden node.
"Well then... keep on
fanning... them... please." She said as
that free hand
slipped down between them.
"Oooohhhhh"
"What did you say?"
His fingers moved slightly, increasing
the pressure.
"What?" She gasped
as she felt his fingers began light
butterfly strokes
against her nether lips,
bringing the flush of arousal to her cheeks.
"I need you." He
whispered against her throat as her head
fell back. Deanna
was pressing her hips forward,
tightening her locked ankles against the base
of
his spine... inviting him to
take her, trying desperately you pull him inside.
"I need you too
Imzadi..."
He brushed the head of his
penis against her opening, allowing it to
slip
inside slowly. He kissed her
again and again thrusting his tongue deep into
her
mouth and slowly rotating his
pelvis. When they parted, her eyes were wide,
her
lips parted, "More..please...Will...more."
Will kept kissing her,
caressing her breasts, prolonging his entry.
He knew
that once he was inside of
her...it wouldn't last long.
Deanna was nearly sobbing,
trying to hang on to the remnants of her
control.
"Easy...sweetheart...I'm
here..."
"I know ....that.....I
....said.. . I don't beg but..."
"I wasn't trying to make
you beg.H he said through clenched
teeth."
"WILL!" She arched
up against him, screaming.
He thrust forward, slowly
stretching her walls, sliding deep and
filling her
completely. She was hot and
tight around him.
"Ohhhhh....." She
stiffened, arching slightly...
"Dee? You okay?"
Will felt her begin to tremble, her arms
tightening
pulling him down to meet her
mouth. Then he realized just how close to
completion she was...and drew
back, feeling her clench around him, as her hips
thrust forward, trying to
bring him back inside. Her kiss was hot, demanding,
she probed his mind at will,
stroking his arousal from inside and outside.
Her
body never stopped moving, her
legs pulling him in as her hips thrust towards
him...
Will found he couldn't wait,
couldn't take his time. He tore his
mouth away
from hers, and braced her
against the wall, pumping in short fast
strokes...in/out, in/out again
and again. Rhythmic gasps from each of them
mingled in the dimness of the
room. He stopped and her eyes flew
open.....Meeting those
eyes...Will began to thrust harder, pushing deeper with
each thrust...slamming her
against the wall. Deanna began to cry out with
each
thrust...not from pain, but
from pure animal lust...
"Yes...yes...yes....ohhhh
Gods......." Her words becoming
incoherent, as
Will moved faster, in small
circles feeling the pulling of her inner muscles,
marveling at the tenacity with
which she gripped his shoulders...trying to
pull
him closer still, frustrated
that he was as close as he could get. Will felt
the white hot agony of his
release clenching low in his belly he thrust
faster....faster....deeper....Deanna
was right there....urging, begging, her
nails raking his back and
chest...and then when he thought he'd pass out, it
hit...and he slammed her into
the wall...holding her there as his hips ground
into hers. A split second
later, Deanna stiffened and vibrated against him,
bucking wildly...as her orgasm
ripped through her...her body
clenching....gripping...rippling
around him...she cried out as the pulse of
his
orgasm streamed deep inside of
her. Tingles of sensation rippled outward from
their joined bodies, as the
heaviness of the aftereffects of their climax
flowed over them. Both were
wet with perspiration, panting harshly...their
limbs weak and trembling...
"Will?" Deanna
panted, her eyes becoming heavy as a
languorous sweetness
slipped over her. "MMmmmm?
came his panted reply...
"From.....now....on....I'm.....going....to
beg.....I love
you!" She kissed
him softly, gently. Will eased
back, away from the wall, praying that his
arms
would hold her, and carried
her to the bed. Deanna let her legs slide down his
body, until her toes touched
the floor, gasping as he slipped from her. They
stood embracing weakly beside
the bed.
316. Will reached behind her
and flung the covers back, knowing it wouldn't
be long before his Imzadi fell
asleep. She always did...almost immediately
after lovemaking of the
intensity they had just shared. He eased her into the
bed, and curled himself around
her... "I love you too, Imzadi."
Almost four hours later, Will
awoke and for the first time, looked at
his
surroundings. The bedroom was
decorated in a style which Will had come to
recognize as typically Deanna.
The light fabric of the draperies billowed
slightly in the breeze coming
from the open windows, and Will could hear the
rustling of the palm trees in
the otherwise quiet night. There wasn't much
furniture in the room, just a
dresser a chair, and the mammoth bed which he
and
Deanna were laying upon. And,
both the sheets and comforter consisted of a
soft, silky fabric in various
shades of lavender and purple. Will looked at is
Imzadi to compliment her on
her choice of decor and found that she was still
sound asleep, her lips softly
parted in a subtle smile, and an expression of
complete and utter content on
her face. Will moved a wayward curl off her face
and was unable to help himself
from kissing the soft skin of her collarbone,
working his way down to her
shoulder. Deanna stirred and flung her arms above
her head, displacing the sheet
which had been wound around her chest.
Will continued on his now
unobstructed path down her chest and was
rewarded
with a drowsy smile from the
woman he loved as she began to fully awaken.
"Mmmm... what time is
it?" She asked stretching. One of her
hands returned
to the bed and casually
stroked his head. "About midnight, I
think. Why?"
"Because, I want to make
sure that we make the most of your
leave, Imzadi. I
don't want to waste a
moment."
"Well, I certainly don't
think we've wasted any of the past
few hours, do
you?" His hand was
drifting lazily over her stomach.
"No, of course not."
She rolled towards him on the bed,
allowing his hand to
settle low on her hip.
"But I only have you here for another three days."
"Yes, Dee I realize that,
but you seem concerned. What is it?
Are you afraid
that it'll all change again
after we return to the ship?
"No... I don't
know." At her hesitance Will moved his hand to
her waist and
pulled her tight against him,
but there was nothing sexual in the embrace. It
was more... protective and
reassuring. His other hand gently tilted her chin
so that her face was angled
towards his.
"Deanna... Believe me,
the last thing I want is for this to
end, but I
thought we had just
established that what we have is a lot more than just a
weekend."
"I know... but
still..." She shivered, despite the warmth of
the room and
Will pulled her closer.
"What? What is it?
Imzadi, you know you can tell me anything,"
"I'm... afraid that I'll
wake up." She clutched the sheet
against her, and
pulled her face away from his.
"I know it's silly, but I can't help it."
Will's
hand began stroking her hair,
soothing her as he spoke.
"No, I don't think it's
silly at all." He cleared his throat. "If
anything,
it makes a lot of sense. Part
of me feels exactly the same way. But stronger
than that fear, is the
knowledge that I can't and won't live without you
anymore. Ever. And it's worth
the risk, because I know all too well, that
whatever happens, as long as
we are together, there is nothing we can't over
come." He bent down and
kissed her forehead.
Then Deanna spoke so softly
that he barely heard her next question.
"What did you say?"
Will asked leaning his head down to hear
her. "Will?"
"Yes, Dee?"
"Can we share quarters
when we get back to the ship?" She
held her breath,
waiting for his response. When
it wasn't forthcoming she quickly said, " Never
mind you don't think it's a
good idea... forget I asked."
Will cleared his throat.
" I'd love for us to share quarters Deanna?
Whose
did you have in mind?"
She turned so that her back
was against his chest, and she didn't
have to
face him. "Don't humor
me..."
"I'm not!" Will said
vehemently, appalled that she would
think that of him.
"Will, I felt your
hesitation...your nervousness...it's all
right. We can
keep our living arrangements
the same."
"Why? Deanna, we love
each other, what do we have to hide?"
"If you don't want the
rest of the crew to know..." She
turned around to
face him again. "Maybe
that's a question I should be asking you"
" Me? I asked you to
share quarters in the first place."
Deanna was
beginning to get dizzy.
"Are u kidding?" Will was incredulous.
"You're the one who
hesitated."
" No, I never want to
spend another night without you
Imzadi." He said
earnestly.
Deanna sat up and turned on a
low light, gazing into his face in the
dimness
of the room. "I thought
you knew that."
"I thought that I knew
how you felt...but then when I
asked...you got all
tense inside...why?"
" I was trying to be
romantic, but I couldn't find the
words... you already
suggested my plan, so how do I
top that?"
"You mean you were going
to ask the same thing?"
"Yes. Dee I thought you
said you couldn't read my mind..." He
teased, happy
that she finally understood
him. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him.
"I can't, but I'm glad
that we want the same thing."
"Oh believe me... we
do..." His hand began stroking her
breast, his thumb
drawing small circles over her
nipple and causing her to shiver with pleasure.
"Mmmmm, we definitely
want the same things...her hands
slipped beneath the
sheet and began to stroke her
nails down the line of dark hair on his abdomen,
as she moved back into his
embrace.
"I wonder where this will
lead?" He said, before claiming her
lips with his.
"Hmmm... maybe we should
find out...." She whispered, against
his lips. As
he kissed her, gently nibbling
in her lips..Deanna wrapped her arms around his
neck as he pressed her down
deeper into the already sunken mattress. Little
did they realize it would be
nearly three days before they found where their
embraces would lead...
"I wish that you could
stay here with me." Deanna's voice
was petulant.
Will chuckled as he looked
back at her, sitting in the center of the bed. She
looked like a wanton, all
tumbled and flushed sitting nude amidst the sheets.
They'd rarely left the bed in
the last four days..except for food.
"You look like a spoiled
little girl, imzadi. But don't
worry, I'll be back
tonight...with the captain's
permission to live offship. And given my
behavior
when we were apart...it
shouldn't be a problem." Deanna smiled a wicked smile
as Will fastened the last pip
to his collar. She got to her knees, letting
the
sheet fall...arching her back,
her hands on her hips...she giggled...
"Who're you calling a
little girl?" She watched as he
straightened and
swallowed...hard, as she moved
to the edge of the bed. the kiss that
followed,
all but melted those same
pips... "You sure you have to
leave....now?"
<< Riker to
Enterprise>> <<Enterprise here.>>
<<I'll be delayed...A
little problem has come up...>>
Deanna looked down at his
trousers...and reached out to caress him...
"Not so little if you ask
me."
<<Acknowledged,
Commander. Anything we can help with?>>
<<NO!!>>
Will's voice cracked on a high
note as Deanna released him from the
confines
of his trousers...and bent to
him... <<The situation is well in hand.>>
And indeed it was..... The
End....