Author's Notes: After reading some beautiful Imzadi inspired works on here and ff.net (especially after reading some of D. Destiny's :-) ), I decided to write one of my own. :-) This could very well be a one- shot, but if you are so inclined for it to continue further, please let me know. Regardless, please, as always, R&R! :-) If you like more, let me know, because I have a definite direction in which I would like to take this. *purses lips*
Beloved Imzadi
by: Sable Li
The warm air, coupled with the tropical moisture, set a breathtaking atmosphere
in this more than lavish backdrop. The sun, while radiant and inviting, beamed
down on an amorous pair basking in their surrounding while holding hands and
maneuvering through towering leaves and tangling vines. The woman smiled with
glossy pink lips, looking over to the man she loved with endearments smoldering
within the deep sunders of her near-black eyes.
"Will," she purred lovingly, squeezing his hand as he helped her up
a scatter of slippery rocks.
The dark haired man gave her a heart melting smile. Those cerulean eyes laced
with that time-stopping smile made Deanna weak in the knees. She remembered
long ago when they had ventured through this forest, after Will had saved her
from certain damnation. That smile was just as beautiful now as it ever was.
"Yes, Mrs. Riker?" The words were said proudly as he pulled her curvy,
yet slender form into his arms.
Deanna took it in for a fleeting moment before she answered, "I'm so glad
that you decided to come back here. This is certainly one of the major places
our magic began."
That voice, chiming with thick musings and that accent that pulled and tugged
at his heart, made Will's smile broaden even further. She ran her idle fingers
over his coarse beard before continuing, "This is the enchanting place
where everything began. Where you became Imzadi."
They reflected on the past for a moment as he drew her closer.
"I'm sure your ship will be in capable hands while docked in Medara's shipyards,"
she cooed, running her fingernails down a trail on his back. Hungry fingers
began to taper off at the small of his back before they were brought up to either
side of his face.
Looking at each other for a moment, they finally gave in to their thirst. He
branded himself onto her mouth, moving gently to match the soft pressure of
her silky lips. Will's hand slithered into her thick, soft hair. Caressing her
tresses and pulling the beautiful angel closer, Deanna complied as she wrapped
her arms around his neck.
She had been awaiting this for some time now. To have him here, with her, all
by their selves. She was selfish when it came to him, especially now that they
were married. Starfleet life was often demanding and personal lives were sometimes
dimmed because of this. Not only that, her Imzadi was also a Captain. A prestigious
Commanding Officer of his newly acquired ship. That alone would put some sort
of strain on their happy life. But, Deanna didn't intend in letting him go.
She had told him before that she would let him know when she needed him. Of
course, his crew needed him... It was his obligation as an officer. But, as
his wife, she needed him too.
Her kiss intensified against his tender lips. A tongue caressed hers, enveloping
her with lightning and fire. Will's firm yet docile hands touched her shoulders
and slid down to her waist, igniting the woman within her. It was a sweet moment.
One that would only belong to them, despite how vast and unexplored this universe
was around them. In many ways, their relationship was like the space they so
boldly ventured. Their love, while thoroughly accepted and explored in its own
right, still held many secrets and obstacles awaiting them. Each time they made
love it was like a new experience. It became better and better every time.
Will knew this. He relished in it; reveling at her beauty all the time, while
still remaining mystified over the woman he loved. How could he not noticed
before? It had taken him decades to reach the point. In a way, he needed the
time. He always knew he would end up with her, even beyond the many trysts he
had in those years. Inwardly, the man regretted them. Every time he felt he
was betraying his Deanna. He wouldn't have to worry about that any more...
As their kiss smoldered down into tiny pecks, Deanna whispered thoughtfully,
tugging onto his hand. "Will," she said a little reluctantly.
He could tell something was wrong. What it was, he couldn't tell.
"What is it Deanna?" he asked with concern.
She looked up at him with quivering dark eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.
How was she going to tell him this? Would he be mad? Anxious? Maybe, even, scared?
Finally, she poured out her soul with one quick sweep of words.
"I'm pregnant."
He pulled her into his arms into a tight embrace, caressing her with unfathomable
kisses.
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