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You Can't Fight a Tidal Wave	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He gets home and calls the hotel operator.
"Hotel operator, how can I help you?"
"Yeah, can I get a 9:30 AM wake up call, please?"
"That's 9:30 AM, room 222."
They say good night, and as He hangs up, the phone rings again:
"Hello?"
"Hi..." He hears her voice and almost drops the receiver in surprise "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I was just..."
"Look, I know I shouldn't be calling but... should I hang up?"
"No, no, I'm glad you called!"
"You are?"
"Yeah..."
"Cause seeing you again was just... I'm a little confused." She admits, and He immediately tries to reassure her:
"Let me help you focus things a bit..."
And He starts singing:
"Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands, on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
. . .
Have you gone to the moon or the corner saloon
And to wreck and to ruin
Mademoiselle, where in Hell can you be?
In a crate, in a trunk, on a horse, on a junk,
In a road or a van, wrapped in mink or saran,
Anyway that you can, came back to me,
Come back to me, come back to me, come back,
Come back to me, me!"
Just as He finishes, there's a knock on the door.
"Hold the phone, I'll be right back!"
He quickly opens the door, and there She stands out of breath but beaming with joy!
"Can I come in?" She asks breathlessly as She steps in.
"How did you..." He is just dumbfounded.
"I left right after the first 'Come back to me'." She replies gasping both from running and from being helplessly in love.
He then kisses her as passionately as He can. And tells her between kisses:
"This is a dream!... I can't believe you're here!" He moans.
"I shouldn't be! ...Too dangerous! You don't know what he's capable of, he's crazy!"
"Don't be afraid. Whatever happens, we face it together!"
And the mood changes from euphoria to the determination of star-crossed lovers as He starts to sing:
"There may be trouble ahead
But while there's moonlight
And music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance"
She goes on singing the same tune:
"Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill
And while we still have the chance
Let's face the music and dance"
As they start dancing, they go on together:
"Soon, we'll be without the moon
Humming a different tune and then
There may be tear drops to shed
So while there's moonlight
And music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance
Let's face the music and dance!"
Data was walking down the corridor just leaving Counsellor Troi's office and almost bumped into somebody coming up opposite him, he was so preoccupied. He was to have a session every day, and at every occasion, it was difficult and dark and painful to remember. Every time he left the office, he had to forcefully distance himself from all that he had recited to be able to do anything but crawling up in a corner scared, trapped in his own head. He was always glad, if the rehearsal was soon after the therapy session because then he would be able to pay attention to something else apart from his personal nightmares. Although it was difficult to switch into the mood to play around, but Emma often times helped in that.
It was still early, but he rather went to the holodeck than home to wait for the others to arrive. When he got to the holodeck, he was surprised to find that it was already in use and that one of the Dreamland sets were loaded.
As he stepped inside, the music that played immediately caught his attention. It was not the music of Dreamland, but it WAS a captivating melody. The set was also altered. On one side of the room, a small band played the violin and the piano, while on the other side, the bar remained the same as it was. Most of the tables were arranged in a way to leave a wide space in the middle of the room, and in the middle of the room there danced Emma in the arms of an elderly man - a dance partner conjured up by the magic of the 24th century. As they turned, the man invited him in:
"Don't just stand there, come closer, sonny boy. I want to teach you something."
The man looked back at Emma who smiled at him a sweet almost shy smile. Data stepped closer a bit reluctantly and stopped at the side of the dance floor unsure of what this was all about.
"Do you know tango, sonny boy?" the man asked and suddenly dipped Emma holding her firmly by the waist. They came back up after a moment, and the man manoeuvred them again so they could look at Data.
The younger man nodded: "I do. I learned it as part of the dancing course Doctor Crusher gave me." his voice was neutral - he was confused, but for some reason didn't feel inclined to showing it.
"Ah, then you DON'T know tango at all, sonny boy!" he answered and swirled Emma around letting her take a few steps from him just to be pulled back to him by the hand as the music reached a dramatic height. He turned her around so her back was to his chest and looked at Data again "It's not simply a dance that you can learn in a lesson. Tango is a shared moment!" he turned her around again and stepped between her feet looking deeply in her eyes "The leader offers an invitation." he pulled her tightly against him "The follower decides how to accept it." in response she side-stepped his feet but turned her chest back to him "It's not just the steps! It's a moment of intimacy and understanding." he swirled her around again, pulled her close and put his palm against her thigh "You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living." he again let her go, swirling her around and held her only by the hand "Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest." he pulled her back again and buried his face in her long hair "Oh, women! Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever?" he mused absently. Data watched them gaping - knowing full well what it felt like to dance with her, hold her so close, and her hair...
Emma stopped dancing and slowly let the man go smiling in gratitude: "I think he has seen enough Lieutenant Colonel! Thank you for your help!" she looked up "Computer, discontinue Lieutenant Colonel Slade." she called, and the image of the man disappeared.
She walked up to the still dumbfounded Data and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor by the hand.
"Emma, wha..."
Pushing herself up to him, she put a finger on his lips "Don't say anything!" then brushing his chin and cheek rested her hand on his shoulder "and don't think, and don't move unless you feel it!" she whispered.
He still looked at her confused almost scared - he knew the steps of tango, true, but what they just performed... "I-I do not think I know enough of tango to dance it with you the way the gentleman did. Without mistakes!"
She smiled lovingly at him "No mistakes in the tango, Data. It's not like life. It's simple. That's what makes tango so great. You make a mistake, you get all tangled up, you just tango on." she quoted the same movie the elderly man was from and smiled at him with a belief he rarely felt he got from anybody.
He gave her a tentative lopsided smile of wonder.
"Computer, restart music!" she asked, and as the catchy melody started anew, she took his hand gently in hers, pushing herself up to him and guiding his hand, put his arm around her. She then just as slowly reached up to his face and without touching his cheek slid her hand to his shoulder. Ever increasing the touch, she slid her hand ever lower, and stopped just under his blade bone. As their gazes locked again, he pulled her firmly against him.
And they started to take the first step ever so slowly, his leg between her thighs, and she stepped out from under his reach after a moment of touch. He then swirling her around pulled her again to himself. She answered with leaning only her side to his body, but sliding her thigh up his, knee bent. Her hand was on his neck, a tight clasp tangling into his hair slightly, his hand held her tiny waist. And they leaned to the sideb her body resting against his. He then pushing her back again swirled themselves around just to arrive at their initial starting position. She clasped her hands into his firmly, and they took another wide step. This time it was in perfect union and harmony just to be sensually broken by her leaning backward and he following her movement with a palm gently on the skin of her neck. He then brought her face up to his once again sliding his hand sensually across her chest, stopping just above her heart, and swirled themselves around once more.
The intimacy of the dance, Emma's feminine scent, her nearness, the brush of her hair against his cheek, her breathless sigh in his ear, the feel of her skin under his palm, her thigh against his own... all the sensations that flooded his completely unprepared mind sent him into a state he knew was the closest he would ever get to being dizzy. Just as he thought it couldn't be any more tantalizing, in a dramatic motion, Emma turned, pressed her back against his chest and slid to the ground, one knee bent the other straight, feet sliding on the floor. Her cheek was at his abdomen when she stopped, and her hand grasped his thigh firmly as he held her up by the arms. She then started to slide up and up and up all the way brushing her body against his. When their faces were levelled again, he could feel her hot breath against his cheek.
They swirled around again and again, pushing, pulling, brushing to each other until all the world simply faded. Nothing remained, only the two of them dancing, and the melody heart-breaking and sensual. Finally, he just picked her up and swirled her around understanding now that the embrace spoke of their feelings without words. He slowly stopped and put her down on the floor, their faces close, so close that they felt each other's breath on their slightly parted lips.
He gazed down at her through his long lashes as if a spell was cast on him, and she gazed back with the same devotion and completely out of breath. She was the one to get a grasp on reality first, and she tentatively smiled and took a small step back - releasing him from her embrace.
"I was thinking..." she started on a whisper then swallowed and went on a firmer voice "I was thinking we could do something like this during the second half of 'Let's face the music, and dance'. Of course, if Bev approves... And you..." she added smiling. Then as he just stared into her eyes wordless, spellbound, she shook her head a little unsure "Or do you not?"
"Of course!" he blurted - and wondered how he would survive even a moment of tango more with her without completely casting their agreement into oblivion.
She smiled a happy, satisfied smile then took the few steps to the counter and hopped onto a bar-stool. He followed her and sat next to her still in almost complete awe.
Emma on the other hand was already herself again. As if nothing just occurred, she looked at him propping her chin on her hand leaning over to the counter: "Would you fix me a drink, handsome? I got pretty thirsty." she asked him still quite out of breath.
Data didn't think he could reply. He looked over at her with wonder in his eyes: she had no uniform-top on, she was breathless, dishevelled, flushed, and her skin glowed with sweat. As his gaze travelled lower, it was plain that she wore nothing beneath her thin under-shirt. She was exquisite! As he just stared at her, she threw her head back and giggled almost innocently as she combed through her long hair sweeping it back behind her bare shoulder.
"May I take a moment?" he answered finally - he managed to find at least one processing thread not currently in use and tried to utilize it for coherent verbal interaction.
She giggled again the exact same way, throwing her head back, exposing her beautiful neck - and an image of him kissing her there flooded his mind almost as a reflex. Then looking back at him from under her lashes with a tender expression on her face, she asked: "So I impressed you, now didn't I? You see how much you miss out by not watching enough 20th century movies?" she teased giggling again.
He took a long breath to at least try to lower his body temperature - one of the many things he used breathing for - not finding enough free resources to act upon her suggestion and find a reference about any of what just happened. He knew he needed to get a grip. He took his gaze off of her, stared ahead and closed his eyes to make a conscious effort of calming his senses.
He heard her giggle again: "Poor Deadpan!" she said on a low voice trying to imitate regret, but it was plain that she was amused. "Now, wait. I help you relax." she told him, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that she hopped up onto the counter and slid behind him.
"What are you..."
"Hush! Just get off the uniform top!" she told him from above him, and when he gave her a wary look, she put both palms onto his cheeks and turned his head forward facing away from her. He finally complied and took off the garment. When he settled back against the counter, she put both hands on his shoulders "Just close your eyes and relax!" she whispered into his ear. Her hot breath in his ear was not much of a help in calming his urges going crazy.
But neither was what she was doing. She slowly massaged his shoulders, and he was sure that under any other circumstances, it would have been a soothing experience. But not after a dance like she just performed! He gave a small grunt as the memories of a few minutes prior flooded his mind.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked at his grunt.
He opened his mouth, but his words just stumbled one after the other "I cannot... be... hurt... Emma!" his eyes shot open and putting a hand on one of hers, he suddenly turned toward her. His expression was almost pleading, and Emma smiled at him a bit regretfully.
"I'm torturing you, aren't I?" she asked leaning to him and snuggled her face into his neck.
He took a full minute to answer. "No. Your ministrations definitely do not meet the definition of torture." he told her on his usual silent tone. He seemed calmer now. He sighed again, and Emma could feel his body temperature dropping under her hands.
He then turned to her, and as she took her hands away, he took them into his and put them back on his shoulders now facing her. Their faces were almost levelled, but not entirely: he had to look up into her eyes. He put his hands on her knees as her legs were pulled under her on the counter.
A thought struck her then and she looked at him with a curious expression "Tell me Deadpan! Have you never been flirted to?"
"Was this flirting?" Data asked back just as curious.
"Yes. Giving a massage is a very particular and kind of obvious way to flirt." Emma told him teasing but a bit surprised as well that it never dawned on him.
He seemed to be thinking as he accessed the reference on flirting, then he looked at Emma: "The definition of flirting states that it is a social, often sexual activity that can be done to suggest either an interest in a deeper relationship or to evoke amusement. Based on that definition, the answer to your question is yes, I have been flirted to, although at that time, I was not aware of all the implications of the activity. I did understand though that the behaviour of the lady in question reflected affection."
Emma waited for him to go on, but it seemed it was all he had to say, so she pushed him with her forefinger playfully "Aaaand?"
"And what?" he cocked his head questioningly.
"What happened? Did you act upon it?" she asked barely able to contain her curiosity.
He seemed to take a moment to consider his answer. His relationship with Jenna was the basis of his belief that he was not evolved enough for a relationship. What if he told Emma about how clumsy he was then in the affairs of the heart? And he did not develop much in this sense in the last years for sure... How would she react?
"Oh, come on!" she leaned close to him with a conspiring smile "You can tell me. I won't be jealous. You went to her and you made passionate love, and you lived happily ever after until..." she raised her voice in question, and he couldn't help but gave her a very shy smile.
"I... I did go to her." he answered on a low voice, and she could tell that he was very reluctant about telling the story. "However I..." he looked into her eyes almost as if asking for help "I did not make love to her. We did not live happily ever after. It was a very educational experience for me. She helped me understand that I was not evolved enough for a relationship... I believe I am still not." he added reluctantly.
She frowned at him now understanding that she managed to hit a nerve: "But what happened between the two of you? What makes you think you're not ready for a relationship?"
He took another moment to answer then decided that it was better to explain all of it, before Emma herself realizes that he was inadequate for a relationship. "At the time, I did not have emotions. I understood that she felt a certain affection for me and that she wanted a relationship with me. I was reluctant to pursue it, but finally, I decided that as I was able to have friends, I might as well be able to have a deeper relationship. So we started to have a relationship."
"Wait-wait there a moment. You are leaving out the part, where you got to like her, where you started to be interested in her, attracted to her. Where was that part?" she asked confused.
"Emma, at that time, I did not have emotions. I was not able to think about people under the terms you are suggesting. I did not like nor dislike people or things."
"You don't want to tell me that you had no preferences because the ceiling WILL fall on us, Deadpan." she told him incredulously.
"I did have preferences, Emma. I just did not like or dislike them. All of my preferences were based on logic or predefined programming. In this case, it was logical to attempt to emulate a human behaviour that I had never tried to ever before. However, no matter how much I researched on the subject, I failed to emulate the kind of behaviour she was expecting from me."
"Uh, that sounds kinda vague for me, Deadpan. Give me an example." she shook her head getting real confused now.
"Very well." he clasped his hands in his lap and started to recall one of his memories "I was at home painting, we were to meet later that evening. She paid me a visit an hour earlier than we were to meet. I did not expect her at all. She brought me a present, and after she gave it to me, she told me to go back to what I was doing. So I did..."
Emma put a hand to her mouth and suppressed a laugh at this: "No, no, just go on!" she told him at his surprised expression.
He went on a lot more reluctantly: "So she told me, that I was to react in a very different way. Even if she had told me that I should go back to what I was doing, I was supposed to rather pay attention to her and to her gift. So I did as she told me... Later on, I seemed to fail in all the attempts I made in fulfilling her wishes. I tried to emulate the behaviour of a solicitous mate, then tried to emulate a lover's quarrel... both were very unsuccessful attempts at doing as I thought she would like me to act. I even seemed to be doing kissing in the wrong way, when she made me realize that I was not supposed to use several thought-processing threads during the activity, but I was supposed to think only about her." he looked into her eyes seemingly very confused and disappointed "Emma, I do not think I changed much in this sense. Even with emotions, I have no knowledge of what a woman wants in a relationship." he shook his head "I will need to evolve in this more, before I can try again, because it would be immoral to play with the emotions of another or of my own."
She sighed as her heart sank at what he had told him. She started to feel sorry for him, though she knew he needed no pity. She gently stroked his cheek which made him look at her almost shocked - he was sure she would be put off, if she learned about all of this, he was not expecting tenderness at all. "Data..." she said his name in a sigh and smiled at him ruefully "I think I can empathize with the feeling of inadequateness fully. I had a husband who did nothing but criticize me. It took me some time to realize that he was not right." she took her hand away and shrugged musing "You know, Deadpan, there are a lot of gals out there, who play the kind of game your ex did. They would just tell the guy: 'Lead the way!' but the moment that something is not of their liking, they would tell you 'You're doing it wrong!' and on top of that, they normally don't tell you how they would like you to do things. You know, this is not the way a relationship should work. At least that's what I was told, because you know, I've never had the pleasure to experience that first hand. I suppose in a functioning relationship, you both should be honest about your needs."
Data was not sure how to integrate what she had said into his existing knowledge about his abilities as a potential mate. The one thing that had never occurred to him was that Jenna was wrong! She was the human in their relationship after all, she should have been the one who possessed all the necessary knowledge and who would have the ability to assess his performance.
Emma touched his shoulder lightly to get his attention: "This is why you don't want a relationship? I mean... apart from having all of your issues that you've already told me about." she added quickly a little embarrassed.
Data took her hand gently "Are you not disappointed now that you know that--"
"That you do multi-tasking while kissing?" she finished for him chuckling "For god's sake, Deadpan, I'm not the Thought Police! You may think about ANYTHING you like any time!" then stroked his hand with her thumb "You are who you are. I don't want to change that." she told him on a tender voice. He looked at her amazed almost awed. It made Emma feel sorry for him again: here was this great guy, and he was full of stupid inhibitions, because he managed to pick the worst girls...
After a moment, she realized that it was not pity that he needed, so she gave him a conspiring grin "Besides, multi-tasking is the coolest feature I've ever heard of!" then held up a forefinger "But! If we ever to be kissing, I don't want to know WHAT you are thinking about as you say 'during the activity' unless it has to do with me or with what we are or would be doing! Deal?" she held out a hand to him.
He blinked at her extended hand then took it and shook it: "Deal."
They both smiled as they shook hands. Data did not let go of her hand, rather took it into both of his and studied the lines on her palm thoughtfully. Emma let him then as she was watching him, slowly exhaustion caught up on her. She yawned putting her other hand in front of her mouth. Data raised his head at this: "You are tired."
Emma grunted "Yeah... Bev had the same impression." at his questioning gaze she went on "Sent me home to rest..."
"So why are you not at home sleeping?" he asked bewildered.
She smiled and leaned closer to his face "Should I miss the opportunity to give you a private dancing lesson for a bit of sleeping?" she shook her head, and he suddenly realized how tired her eyes seemed "No way in hell." she whispered and snuggled her cheek to his. Her arms slid around his neck, her eyes closed instinctively as she breathed in his clear scent and felt his skin under her mouth. Her lips instinctively pressed to his cheek and started to look for his mouth with soft kisses "You're a quick study..." she breathed softly as she felt his lips on her cheek in return for her caresses.
"You are an excellent instructor..." he told her on a low voice "Mmmm... Emma..." before his own arousal took the better of him, he took her face in his hands and gently pushed her away: "We are not going out, remember? We are friends resisting a crush."
She looked at him with unfocused eyes for a moment. She swallowed and pulled away from his hands resignedly "Barely succeeding, right?" she sighed. The excitement lessened if even for a little bit, and she suddenly felt the fatigue catching up on her again. She yawned once more putting a hand in front of her mouth "I think I need a coffee." she declared hopping off the counter.
"You need sleep." he told her climbing off the bar stool.
Oh, she just couldn't miss this one! She turned to him and in one motion, cuddled up to him sliding her arms around his waist "Yeah, that's what I need, to sleep." she snuggled her mouth to his neck "With you." She couldn't resist! She felt drunk by their tango and by their closeness and by his innocence and... oh, she just didn't want to resist anymore!
He couldn't help but chuckle at this. He was aware of the figurative meaning of the expression she used but decided to ignore it: "I suppose sleeping in the same bed with me would not lead to a sufficient amount of rest for you." he told her on an ever-serious tone.
She giggled at his neck, then playfully put her lower arms on his chest as if to prop her elbows on him and gave him a mock-frown: "You know that you're a hard-ass, don't you?" she then pointed her forefinger to him "And you know what, it's good that you're such a hard-ass. You remember what Ilsa told Rick: you will need to think for both of us! That's how I feel... sometimes... many times..." her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips - and she felt lost, completely lost...
He felt that familiar warm feeling spreading around in his body again, and he couldn't resist to put his arms around her waist "I wish I could ask somebody else to think for me." he told her honestly.
He didn't think he could resist her any longer. She was in his arms, her soft body pressed to his - he could feel her heart racing against his own through their thin under-shirts as she slid her arms around his neck. There was no reason, no rationality, no doubt anymore, only the need to feel her close, closer... to feel her taste in his mouth... He closed the distance between them and pushed his lips against hers for one sweet moment in a long, close-mouthed kiss. He heard her needy moan as he let her go for an instant then felt her push her lips up against his again. He felt her hold him to her tightly, as if she never wanted to let go! He took her upper lip between his own and felt her caress his lower lip with her soft tongue. It made him hold her even closer, he really didn't think he could let her go.
Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, they heard the familiar clank of the holodeck door, and they broke away looking at the intruder confused and out of breath.
"Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Will Riker stood there with a slightly embarrassed grin on his face.
Emma looked at Data as they reluctantly pulled away from each other "So. I guess somebody is eavesdropping cause we did get somebody to think for both of us..." she told him on a lower voice than she intended. She then cleared her throat and walked back to the bar to fetch her uniform top.
Data looked after her almost forgetting about the intruder in the room. He licked his lips, her taste was still there leaving him with a tantalizing desire! He wanted so much to go on kissing her, the craving almost bordered on pain. He wondered whether the sensation of hunger bore any resemblance to the feeling that just gripped his mind and body now - probably starvation might be a closer analogy.
"It is alright, Commander." he replied to Will on a flat tone, when he managed to isolate at least one processing thread that could be dedicated to verbal interaction.
Emma got to the counter and found both of their uniform tops. She picked them up from the bar-stool and hold the two garments close. What are we doing?! she asked herself scared. She gazed back at Data - he was talking to Riker. I don't want to resist this anymore! I want him so much! Oh, just stop it! You are drooling like a teenage chick! Get yourself together! You're the one who's older, more mature! It is YOU who has to think for both of you!
She walked up to them and handed Data his uniform, she had already put on hers.
"Thank you." he told her on a silent voice. Will noted amused that his android friend barely had eyes for anything or anybody else but Emma.
She looked at Will a bit bemused "What brings you here after missing out two rehearsals, stranger?" she cleared her throat realizing that she was talking to her superior "I mean, Commander, Sir." she corrected herself on a lower voice.
"I don't suppose I need to share my personal schedule with you, Lieutenant, or am I wrong?" Will asked her on a strict voice.
Emma bowed her head and suddenly felt she utterly hated this whole. She had always loathed hierarchy, ten years on a distant colony made her forget what it was like to feel it on your skin that you have a superior above you.
"Commander," they heard Data's silent voice "Ms. Jones meant no offence, we all wondered whether you lost interest in the play, as you did not show up at the last two rehearsals when you were scheduled to join us."
"I know, Data." Will smiled now friendly "I had some overtime to do now that we lost you on the Bridge." he added wincing "I hope you can return as soon as possible, my friend. And really not just because of the overtimes." As Emma looked at him, he seemed sincere in his concern for Data.
"I hope it too, Commander. Thank you." Data nodded.
Will turned back to Emma "And I meant no dressing down, Ms. Jones, middle-name 'married'." he smiled challengingly at her as she looked up at him surprised "I see that sometimes we both might come across a bit too harsh, right?"
She smiled at him and nodded almost shy "I suppose we might."
"Do you think we can make peace?" he asked her on a tone that sounded really friendly to her - finally, there was no trace of HIS 'hunting' intentions and it made Emma relax a little.
She nodded again: "I hope we can."
"Great!" he said and gently touched her arm. It made her pull away as if she was burned, and she instinctively stepped closer to Data. Both males noticed her reaction, and Data, seeing her uncomfortable look, tried to change the subject.
"Commander. Would you like to cover the scenes that you have missed during the last two rehearsals? I would be happy to guide you through. We have over two hours until the others arrive." he offered.
"Sure, Data! Actually I was hoping we could do that." Will nodded.
Data turned to Emma "And in the meantime, Ms. Jones can have a short recreational session for herself." he smiled assertively.
She couldn't help but smile at this. Though kind and gentle, but he had his way! Even with her. "Very well! I'll be at the bar, if you should need me!" and with a nod to both of them turned and left them alone.
Will clapped Data on the back "I see you manage quite well in the taming of that shrew, my friend. Good for you!" Data was not sure how to react to this, and Will just nodded to the stage smiling "Now shall we?" In a quarter of an hour, Emma was sleeping deeply resting her head on her arms on the counter.
Dialogs + lyrics in Italics are from Dreamland and the tango scene is a mixture of tango scenes from Scent of a Woman and Let's Dance
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