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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Picard had a dinner to celebrate Guinan’s birthday. He had invited her friends, which included the senior staff and Neara.
The meal had ended and Picard had just poured everyone a glass of port from his vineyard. They were small port glasses and Neara, not understanding, downed her glass in one gulp.
“Oh,” Picard explained to Neara with some concern, “you’re meant to sip it. Would you care for another glass?”
“Alright,” she accepted, “I will sip this one.”
The group had been talking for a few minutes and were now conversing about their favorite planets on which to holiday when Neara turned to Data and asked, “What is happening?”
He looked at her, not understanding, and was about to say so when she asked again, a little woozily, “What is happening?”
He touched her arm and looked on in concern when, with a bleary-eyed gaze she slurred, “What.. is.. hap-pen-ing?” and let out a raucous laugh.
Data turned to Dr Crusher for assistance and she said, “It seems Ahmriana intoxication levels are much lower than a human’s.”
Neara turned to Data and questioned, “What is intoxicaca-caca-caaaahh?” and laughed raucously again and slumped her head and one arm on the table.
“Perhaps you should take Neara back to your quarters Data,” Picard suggested.
“Of course Captain,” Data obliged and gently helped Neara get on her feet.
“Make certain she gets plenty of water to flush the alcohol out of her system,” Crusher instructed Data. “And let me know if she gets a headache, and I’ll come give her pain medication. Also let me know if there are any other symptoms, because we don’t know the effect alcohol has on Ahmriana.”
Data nodded his acknowledgment.
“When she’s recovered,” Picard started, and Data turned to look at him, “please let her know I’m sorry. I didn’t realize this aspect of Ahmriana physiology.”
“I will let her know Captain,” Data stated, “although I am certain she would not hold you responsible.” As they spoke, Neara floated up and grabbed onto Data’s back and wrapped her legs and arms around him in a piggyback hold.
“Ha, ha, ha! I have you now,” she said in joyful drunkenness and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“We will go. Goodnight Captain. Happy birthday, Guinan,” Data congratulated.
“Thanks Data,” Guinan replied with a smirk.
“Goodnight,” Data said with a nod of his head to the rest of the group.
“We’ll walk back with you,” Deanna stated and Will and she both bid farewell to the birthday gathering.
They were following Data out the door when Neara leaned back, one arm out like a bronco rider, tossing kisses to everyone saying, “Goodnight, beautiful beings! Goodnight!” Deanna and Will grinned at each other and stifled their laughter.
A few paces down the hallway, Neara floated off of Data’s back and put her hands on his shoulders. She started somersaulting over him with a long yell, “Wheeeee!” When she was above him her hands switched places. Then she swung down to face him, falling into him with a solid impact, wrapping him with her arms and legs.
She looked at Data with a drunken gaze and ran her fingers through his hair, “I loooove you. You are woooonderful,” and started kissing him. “I want to make sex with you,” she said in a husky whisper and started reaching down his pants.
Data pulled her hand away, “Perhaps we should wait until we are in our quarters.” Deanna and Will were again trying to hold back their laughter at Data’s obvious discomfort dealing with his overly amorous mate.
“Oh yes,” Neara recalled, “’humans do not have sex in public.’ That is what you tell me. Except I see it on video. They must only do if being filmed. Deanna, Will, can you film us so we can make sex please? Ha, ha!” she cackled, and Will and Deanna started laughing.
“This would be an inappropriate situation in which to film copulation,” Data informed.
“Listen to the way you talk,” she said as she stroked his lips with her finger. “You are so sexy,” she drawled and started kissing his lips then down his neck.
She was busy trying to pull his shirt up while he kept pulling it down when he said, “We are here.”
“Wooonderful!” Neara responded.
They all said a quick goodnight and as the doors closed they heard Neara command, “Throw me on the bed and tear my clothes off!” with a peal of hysterical laughter.

Geordi and Data were hunkered over a table in Data and Neara’s quarters. They were working on a model USS Enterprise NCC-1701 Geordi planned to give Scotty when he saw him next month.
Neara had been listening to music when she suddenly stopped, as if some internal alarm clock had sounded. She knelt down, sat on her ankles and leaned forward, placing her palms on the floor in front of her. She chanted, then drew her arms wide in a circle singing a single aaahhhmmm as she completed the circuit. She did this two more times. Then she sang and held the notes of a many-layered harmonic.
Geordi was mystified, “What is she doing Data?”
“This is the Ahmrian daily universal betterment ritual,” Data explained. “They call it Riaka. The rest of the Ahmriana will be performing it at the same time in order to improve the vibration of the universe.”
“Wow, it’s a lot just listening to her now. It must sound incredible on Ahmria,” Geordi speculated. Data raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement – he had not considered this. They went back to their model.
A few minutes later, Neara finished. She went back to her music and after an hour, she got up. “Would you like something to eat Geordi? I am going to make a soup with Ahmrian vegetables if you would like to have some,” Neara offered.
“Yes, that’d be nice Neara. Thank you,” Geordi accepted.
Neara got water and sang over it, the pitcher vibrating in her hands. She poured it in a pot on the stove and went about chopping vegetables in her little kitchen. She was humming then started singing. Data sang along with her as he worked on the model. Neara was singing the melody and Data the harmony, the notes weaving in and out of each other, the dulcet tones creating an air of tranquility. Geordi noted the song kept repeating the phrase, soo nah see.
The song finished and Geordi complimented, “That was beautiful. Is it a traditional Ahmrian song?”
“It is a lullaby,” Data answered.
“That’s why it was so peaceful. What does soo nah see mean?” he asked.
“It means ‘I would die for you,’” Data translated.
“Sounds kinda bleak for a lullaby,” Geordi observed.
“It is considered the highest profession of love. Ahmriana find it comforting to know their parents love them to this degree,” Data informed.
“Yeah, I guess I can see that,” Geordi acknowledged and continued working.
Neara interrupted them with bowls of soup, and Geordi hesitantly took a spoonful. “This is wonderful!” he exclaimed.
“It is full of Ahmriakana, the energy of our planet. It is very good for you. I am glad you enjoy it,” Neara said.
Geordi greedily ate, then had another bowl while he happily constructed the model with his friend.

Data had accompanied Neara to Sick Bay so Dr Crusher could draw her blood. The Ahmriana Prime Healer had made this recommendation because the replicators could not create Ahmriakana. If there was an emergency, Neara would need the life-saving energy in her blood.
She was a bit weak from the experience, and Data made certain she got home safely. She was resting on the couch with Spot in her lap, headphones on, quietly humming, tapping on a tablet. Data assumed she was searching for more music. He was practicing his violin for an upcoming concert while thinking of a new food supplement for Spot, analyzing the collected works of Johann Sebastian Bach, reviewing the Ahmrian lexicon, completing a critical review of current temporal theories, and recalling his last intimate encounter with Neara.
Neara got up, gently placing Spot on the couch, and came over to Data. He put down his violin and she held him. “Remember how I told you I cannot play poker because I cheat? I can hear or see the thoughts of others when they concentrate hard – they push into my head,” Neara prompted. “I just heard your thought.. one of your thoughts, about when we were last together. Let us go for a walk in the arboretum. I would like to talk to you more about this.”
They held hands as they silently walked there. The arboretum was busy, and Neara took them to a quiet location. She turned to him, and they held each other. “In many systems of thought, they say to still the mind. This allows one to hear the hushed messages of the universe,” Neara informed. “Your mind is very busy. While this is you, and I would not wish to change you, you might like to open yourself to new experiences. I suggest you stop everything but your necessary processes and allow yourself to just feel and experience the current moment. Focus completely on what is happening between us right now.”
Data had never done this before. His many thoughts became muted during their sexual encounters, but he had never purposely stilled his thoughts. He nodded his agreement and shut down all extraneous processes and focused on Neara. She ran the fingers of one hand slowly up his arm, up to his face. She cupped his face with both hands, then gently ran her fingers through his hair. She cupped his face again and drew him in for a kiss. It was tender and passionate, and he could feel her pressed against him, the warmth of her, her softness, the movement of her lips on his. He was hyper-aware of every sensation. Turning off his processes had acted like a lens, allowing him to focus in and fully experience each minute detail.
As the kiss ended, he felt her breath wash over him. They looked deeply at each other. He saw every nuance of blue in her eyes, the way they looked at him so lovingly, the gold luster of her hair, the curve of her lips. She kissed him again. It was as if they were swept away, just the two of them.
Their lips parted, and they stared into each other’s eyes. She was love, pure love, beautiful, magnificent. Then the strangest thing happened. A sensation, like movement, and yet they were standing still. And then everything moved around them, the people, the plants, the light, but it was in some way different. The motion was unusual, as if they were viewing it through a bottle. It was somehow fast and slow at the same time. The sounds muffled, then faded into nothing. There were just the two of them, disconnected from the world around them.
Data’s limbs felt heavy. When he went to move them, it felt as though he were moving them through deep water. He stopped. Neara gave him a slight smirk of a smile then looked at him with awe and adoration.
“This is incredible,” Data marveled.
“Yes,” Neara agreed, and they stood, staring into each other’s eyes. They dare not move or speak, lest they break the spell. They stood silently, taking in the moment, the moment their love had brought into being.
Eventually, a feeling of moving out of water into breathing the surrounding air carried them back to the present.
Data could not help it, all his systems came back online to analyze this new experience. “What just happened?” Data queried.
“You know what happened. We were standing outside of time, ka’lee,” Neara answered.
“How is that possible? How did we do that?” he probed.
“I do not know,” she admitted. “It is very rare and precious when it happens. We must cherish this event. Who knows when it will happen again?”
“I would very much like it to happen again,” Data asserted.
“I know La’Ma. I as well. Just keep practicing stilling your mind, and I am certain it will happen again,” Neara assured. Then they walked slowly back to their quarters, arm in arm, the effects of the experience still lingering in their bodies and psyches.

It was another lovely evening together. After dinner, Data had painted the backs of Neara’s hands and the tops of her feet. She was sitting on the couch with him admiring his artwork when she said, “I have found a very inspiring piece of music to dance to tonight. Just sit there and I will dance for you.”
She stood up as the first beats of Nine Inch Nails “Closer” played and slowly walked behind the couch. She leaned over with a hand on his chest and whispered in one ear the first lyric, “You let me violate you.” She whispered in his other ear, “You let me desecrate you.” She flew around the couch and bent over him and whispered, “You let me penetrate you.” With a ruffle of his hair she mouthed, “You let me complicate you.”
She danced sensually in front of him until the lyric, “I wanna fuck you like an animal,” at which point, she straddled his lap and rubbed her crotch against him to the beat. When the music changed, she leaned back and took Data’s hands and rubbed them over her body. She sat up when the lyrics started again, slowly gyrating on him. She sniffed up his neck and mouthed the lyrics, “It’s your sex I can smell.” And when the lyrics returned to, “I wanna fuck you like an animal,” Neara pumped her crotch against Data again.
There was a raw energy pulsing in the air. When the lyrics ended, Neara floated off Data to the floor. She was on her knees, touching herself suggestively. Data had the stirrings of some feeling he was at a loss to describe.
A few beats later, Neara reached out her hand to Data and pulled him to the floor with her. She crawled on her hands and knees, Data following. He was on his knees behind her, and she reached back and helped him pull down his pants. She hiked up her skirt and lay on the floor pulling Data onto her.
She was in his head, directing his body. She was wet with desire and he penetrated her. He lay on her and grabbed the hair at the base of her neck, turning her head slightly to the side. His teeth clamped onto the back of her neck, to the side and just below her skull, with a very firm but not hard bite. His hand wrapped around her shoulder to anchor him while he penetrated her with deep, hard thrusts.
He felt a wildness within him – a wild need for her. He feverishly fucked her until they both climaxed. The burst in Data’s brain danced and shimmered and pulsed through his body – it was the most intense orgasm he had felt. At least, that was what he had come to know as his orgasm.
He rolled off Neara then held her and kissed her tenderly. The wild emotion had left his body when he climaxed, but he wanted to examine it with Counselor Troi to fully understand what it was. As he gently caressed Neara, she began quietly snoring in his arms.

The next day, Data was in Counselor Troi’s office. Four weeks had passed between Data’s first emotion and his second one. It seemed Neara was correct. The interval between emotions had shortened, and the feeling was more intense and lasted much longer – two minutes and twenty-three seconds. That was only measuring the wild portion of the experience. The emotion seemed to build beforehand while watching Neara dance and crawl on the floor. He was eager to talk with Counselor Troi about it.
She came over and sat across from him with her tea. He began, “I have had another emotion.”
“I thought as much,” Troi surmised.
“It was very different from the first. It started as something vague and gained intensity becoming wild.. primal,” Data detailed. “Neara was dancing to a song with lyrics that said, ‘I wanna fuck you like an animal.’ She pulled me down to the floor with her and had me grab her hair, bite the back of her neck, and penetrate her from behind. And I found I did want to fuck her like an animal. I felt a desperate need to do so. What emotion does this describe Counselor?”
Troi was surprised at Data’s candor and the fact he had such a carnal experience. She covered it well. “It sounds like passion or desire. Specifically erotic desire. A raw sexual desire,” she opined.
“So is this what sexual desire feels like?” he questioned.
“Sexual desire can feel different depending on the circumstances,” Troi explained. “Just as a person will have different feelings depending on the activity they are doing, for example, working, caring for a child, or playing a sport. People’s feelings can also alter during the activity. For example, when playing a sport, one might feel determined, but if one is losing, they might feel dejected. So people’s feelings of sexual desire change based on the sexual encounter. It can be tender and loving, erotic and passionate, feverish and quick, raw and primal like your experience… basically any combination of feelings. And those feelings can vary during the course of the encounter, changing from one emotion to another.”
“I have much to learn about this,” Data reflected. “Perhaps this is why Neara has exposed me to varied sexual stimuli. She has recently introduced me to a game which involves one or the other being tied up and sexually possessed. When she ties me up, she fantasizes she belongs to a colony of women who are kidnapping young men to be sex slaves. She gets on top and straddles me during coitus, during which she repeatedly says, ‘Good boy. You are a very good boy. You feel so good, you are such a good, good boy,’ until she orgasms. What type of sexual desire is this?”
“Well, Neara would probably be able to describe it better for you, Data, but I would say, there are elements of passion, control, lust,” she mused. “It takes a lot of trust to play those sorts of games with another person. You definitely feel very secure with each other, and that’s truly wonderful.”
“Yes. Neara freely gives herself to me. When I tie her up, she has me hold her down and do what I want with her, sexually,” Data suddenly realized the depth of faith Neara had in him, how special that was. “Thank you for enlightening me to the trust aspect of these encounters.”
“You’re welcome, Data. Feeling that safe with each other, I’m certain you’ll continue to experience a deep and varied emotional life,” Troi asserted.
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Data's Journey	By : K_nz Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Data's Journey