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Blind Chess	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Emma finished the last touches on her make-up and turned her face around in the mirror to check the final result. She smiled satisfied and then stood to check herself in the tall mirror in the corner of the room. Oh, this dress was just fabulous! Just what she imagined she would wear on her big night! Her smile widened as she saw her husband coming up behind her and hold her by the waist lovingly.
He bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder - and it seemed his hunger was awakened by her taste, because he went on kissing a trail from the nap of her neck to her ear. She sighed and then chuckled as she felt her knees weaken by what he was doing "We're gonna be late..." she whispered, and he turned her around to kiss her fully on the lips.
When he finally let her mouth go, she gazed into his dark eyes gasping: "You're ruining my make-up, Monsier Jones."
"You won't need any make-up for what I have in mind, chérie..." he replied and claimed her mouth again pulling her to him in a tight embrace.
Emma broke away and took his face in her hands "We'll be late from my premiere!" It was her first big motion picture, in which she was the protagonist. It was a silly, little romantic comedy - but it was all she ever dreamed of since she was a little girl, and it WAS her break-through!
Ed sighed, and a weary expression appeared on his features "Ah, chérie, must we?" he asked, and as a look of genuine shock and disappointment appeared on her exquisite features by even the idea of missing her big night out, he shook his head seemingly taking it back at once "Ah, forget it, chérie. Of course we must, I'm sorry..." he told her and pulling away, he went to pick up his suit.
When the shock wore off, Emma looked after him worried. She knew that he was having troubles in his work and that he was very tired. She'd been concerned about him for a while, but he always tried to seem so strong - and she was so proud that her husband was so solid like a rock, even if it made her worried for him at the same time. She walked up to him and as he put his suit on, she reached up to him and brought his lips down to hers for a short kiss. After a few moments, she broke away and smiled up at him "Your mood will lift, when you see my movie. It's so nice and funny! You'll enjoy it! And I want you to share my moment of glory with me so much!"
"I know chérie, I know." he told her tiredly and put his forehead to hers "But if you knew how tired I am of people, of crowds... How much I need to just spend a peaceful night with my beautiful wife without thinking about all the scheming of my opposition, about all the problems that... ah, forget it... This is your night, chérie. You worked for it so hard. Forget what your selfish husband says who wants you only for himself! Ignore what I said!" he pulled her close and kissed her on the neck wrapping his arms around her "I'm not important..." he whispered, and her heart lurched at seeing him so vulnerable, so frail yet so selfless. She wanted nothing but to hold him close and make his troubles go away. Nothing else mattered.
She pulled away and took his face into her hands "Never say that! You're the only one that's important! Nothing and nobody else ever is!" she told him with tears in her eyes and kissed him on the lips passionately.
It was a strangely climactic sensation for her to feel how pleasurable it all was for him, and she did feel a certain contentment as he rolled off of her and held her close from behind. But as she turned to her side, and her thighs brushed together, a tremor of frustration rippled through her still hungry body. She sighed shakily, gripping her pillow and shutting her eyes tightly.
Ed cuddled up to her from behind tightly "Oh, you have no idea how much I needed this, chérie. You're so amazing." he told her and gave her a kiss on the shoulder. He then settled more comfortably behind her and slid his hand down her side to her groins and then between her legs. Another tremor ran through her, and she moaned quietly in pleasure as he brushed against her most sensitive areas - oh, maybe! Maybe he realized! Oh, please! she prayed helplessly, her hand instinctively clutched on his.
And then she heard him smile "You're insatiable, aren't you?" Her only answer was a small whimper and some helpless writhing as he pulled his hand away "You know the saying, chérie: the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." he gave her body a gentle squeeze where his hand rested now on her stomach "Sleep now. Tomorrow you'll need to deal with the press blaring about why you missed your premiere." he told her and felt him give a kiss on her shoulder again.
Her heart sank at the thought. "Bonne nuit, chérie!" she heard, and in a few minutes, remained all alone with her fears and frustrations in the darkness as Ed's gentle snoring filled the silence and she felt his arm becoming heavy over her body. She shut her eyes and buried her face in the pillow as tears ran to her eyes - oh, just stop it! You're the one to be blamed! Why do you need to be so miserable?! Why can't you let yourself go when the opportunity is there as he does himself?! She wiped her tears and stopped crying, but it took her a good few hours to fall asleep.
Emma sat on her bed in the darkened room swinging back and forth manically as her tears rolled down her cheeks. She bit her fingernails almost obsessively so, and finally, she noticed that she was trembling. She took her hand away from her mouth and pulled Data's jacket more tightly around herself. She buried her face into the garment and felt that its embrace was her only comfort as she heard their conversation play out in her head over and over again.
"What did he tell you?!"
"That you were a drug addict and were hospitalised in a mental institution... Is it true?"
"Would you believe me, if I told you one way or the other?!"
"Why don't you just answer? Why don't you just let me decide what I believe?"
"So then, yes! Yes, it's true! It's all true! Are you happy now?!"
"No! No, I'm not! ...Why didn't you tell me before? Why do I have to learn this from your husband? How am I supposed to trust you, if you don't give even a fragment of trust to me?"
"...So then maybe, you'd be better off not trusting me at all, Deadpan..."
No, she was wrong! She was talking before thinking again! She wanted him! She wanted him to trust her! To know her! To believe her! And he was right... He had the right to know all these things. And yes, it was the worst scenario ever, that he learned it from Ed. She swallowed hard and wiped her tears. Is it ever gonna be over? Am I ever gonna be free of this? Edmond Jones! You took everything from me! Everything! But I'll turn this around you ruthless monster! You'll regret ever to be born!
She stood up determined and went to the desk. She wrote a short note on a tiny piece of paper, and standing, she walked over to Data's room. She looked around considering where she should put it: in a place he would surely find it, but just as surely, nobody else would. As she turned around, the jacket started to slide down her shoulders, and as she caught it, she got an idea! She took it off and tucked the note inside one of his pockets. She just pulled her hand out, when the door opened, and Data stepped in.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment in the dim light. She then walked to him and pushed the jacket into his hands. He tried to search her eyes, but she turned her head away and walked back to her room. He watched what she was doing with a troubled frown. She picked up her long coat from the rack and put it on. He strode to her and stood beside her:
"What are you doing?" he asked on a low voice, but he could barely hide how upset and angry he was.
She swept her hair out from under the coat and pulled the two sides together to tie the knot on the belt. "What do you think, genius?" she taunted glaring at him, and stepped away from him to the door.
He leapt to her and put his hand on hers, where it was on the handle "Where're you going?" he asked barely believing that she was doing this!
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow "Out."
She could see that he was losing his patience, still he seemed to try to answer her as calmly as he could "Emma, I'm supposed to protect you. You can't go out alone."
She looked into his eyes challengingly "Just watch me, Deadpan!" she taunted and turned the handle under his hand.
"Em, stop!" he called after her as she simply slid through the crack of the door. He strode after her as she jogged through the hall, where the others were talking, sitting around in armchairs and a couch. She took the sight of them in only on the periphery of her mind as she concentrated only on her goal to get out of the building as fast as she could! "Emma!" she heard Data's voice again, and she bolted through the entrance. The others stood taken aback as Data ran through beside them, and she could hear the cracking voice of the Admiral calling after her "Lieutenant Jones!"
But she didn't stop. She ran over the dark garden - she hoped her memories of the now dark path would not betray her, because she knew she couldn't simply outrun Data, she needed the advantage of knowing the place. She then got out on the street. It was lit by lamps on tall posts, but it was almost completely deserted. After a few meters of jogging, she spotted just what she needed at the corner: a cab! She looked back and saw that Data was only a few meters behind her, now running - his jacket still in his hand.
She started to run as if the devil was five steps behind her. Data could see now that this was no joke on her part, she WAS about to run away all alone into the dark night, whoever knew where! He ran as fast as he could and caught up with her at the corner "Emma, stop!" he called again, and reached for her just the moment, she jumped into the cab. She slid out of his grasp into the car and shut the door in one motion. He could hear her commanding the driver to make a move. "Em, open up!" he called and was about to reach for the handle to rip the door off of the goddamn vehicle, when it started with its tyres spinning. "Em!" he shouted and started to run after the car with all his might.
Emma looked out of the rear window - he was amazingly fast, he almost caught up with them. "Step on it!" she commanded.
"As you wish, doll." the driver growled and as the car sped up, she could see Data's figure shrink and then disappear in the darkness. She rested her forehead on her fists with a sigh and tried to calm her breathing.
Data ran until he lost sight of the car for good. He then stopped and looked out into the empty street fenced by the tall lights at the sides. His hands came up into fists - only then did he notice that he was still clutching his jacket. "Shit!" he yelled after a moment, and in his frustration, threw the jacket as far as he could out on the road. What was he supposed to do now? Where was she going? To her husband? Who knows what she had in mind, maybe she would simply try to strangle the man! He took a deep breath to try to calm his neural pathways going crazy under his frustration. "Use that fancy positronic brain of yours... and carry out your mission." he scolded himself by repeating the words of Commander Riker given him during his mission to Tau Sigma Five.
He walked up to his jacket and crouched to pick it up, when he spotted a bright light at the corner of his eye. He turned his head just to see that a car appeared from around the corner, and he had to jump to the sidewalk to avoid being hit by it - his jacket was not so lucky.
He stood up and gazed after the car frowning. The street was otherwise empty. It was not mere coincidence that THAT car was racing after the cab Emma was in. Just as she'd told them: as soon as they leave their lodgings, they would be followed. Suddenly, he got a thousand more reasons to find her! He started back to the residence, but after a few paces, realized that he'd left his jacket on the road. Ah, sometimes it was really annoying even to himself that he was such a 'neat-freak' as Emma called him, but he just couldn't leave it there on the street - he'd throw it away in the nearest bin once he got back, it was so torn and dirty anyways. He ran back for it, and picking it up, he rushed back for the others.
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