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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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Data and Emma stumbled into her room feverishly kissing. He untied the knot on her coat and pushed the material sideways to get underneath, sliding his hands around her small waist. She sighed in pleasure feeling him wanting her so much and moved away only a little to get rid of her coat never breaking the kiss. She then slid her arms around his neck pulling him to her mouth. He slid his hand down her back into her jeans then pulled out the material of her top. She moaned as he pushed his hand under the garment sliding it up to her breast. He then released her mouth and started kissing her on her neck as he gently fondled her nude breast. He felt her nipple tighten under his touch, and he acknowledged it with a silent grunt of pleasure.
"Ah, babe..." she sighed pushing his palm onto her skin and turning her head to him planted small kisses on his cheek and ear where he was kissing her on the shoulder.
He raised his head looking into her eyes for a moment "I want to be inside of you!" he breathed and then lowered his mouth onto hers before she could reply anything.
She just moaned feeling herself turning on, and instead of answering verbally, she ran her hands down his body to his pants. She stroked him through the fabric a few times, feeling the hard response of his body under her hand, and she remembered how crazy she could make him when she had kissed him there. She quickly unbuckled his belt, while his hand tightened around her breast almost as if it was an instinctual response to what she was doing. She smiled into their kiss as she undid his pants and reached inside his boxers. His legs buckled under him as her hand clutched around him firmly, and he broke away looking into her eyes gaping almost desperately.
"Em..." he breathed, and she smiled watching his reactions as she slowly moved her hand up and then down on his length "...Mmmm..." his eyes closed for an instant, and he pushed toward her touch but then, he put his hand on hers to stop her "Wait, please..." he moaned.
She smiled "Why? Is this not good for you?" to emphasize her point, she tightened her grip around him and moved her hand again up then down.
He let out a small whimper but then stopping her hand with his, he cupped her cheek with his other hand, gazing into her eyes with a pleading expression "Wait, wait, wait, please, please!" he asked her begging on a whisper, fighting her and himself at the same time. She seemed to comply at least partially, because she stopped moving her hand - though she didn't release him. He fought desperately to find at least one processing thread to use for verbal communication. When he spoke finally, the gaps between his words seemed to be longer than they usually were, and Emma was sure that she managed to turn him so much on that he reached his processing limits. She smiled as she listened to him "Emma... I... want you. What... you're doing is... too fast... I can't..."
"It's alright, baby! It's alright!" she told him on a silent voice and reached up with her other hand to take his into hers "Stop worrying about everything. This night is ours. Just give yourself over to it!"
And he had no strength left to fight himself or her anymore. He drew her close for a hard kiss thrusting his tongue through lips and teeth to seek out hers, and pushed his hand to hers where it was gripping him in his boxers. She smiled into the kiss again feeling him losing control completely. She tightened her fist around him starting to move her hand again, while he slid his palm to her breast and started the fondle it firmly.
The pleasure of kissing her, holding her so tightly and feeling the direct contact of skin to skin where he was most sensitive was just exquisite. All his repressed emotions of the last days, his need to touch her even when it was forbidden, his need to feel her as close as he could, it all came rushing back at him in a few instants, making the processing utilization of his emotion-chip and all its sub-processors spike. More! I want more of her! Now! Right now! All his craving screamed at him, making him pull her firmly against him with a needy grunt.
He held her so close, Emma could feel his rapid heart-beat, and in the corner of her mind, she vaguely became worried that something might be out of the ordinary, as she'd never felt it to be so fast. But her own emotions clouded her judgement. She wanted him so much. Wanted to relive those beautiful, pleasurable feelings he'd created in her body and her soul on their wonderful first night. And in that moment, nothing else mattered, only the need to be as close to each other as possible. Her hand slid to the back of his head and came up into a tight fist in his hair pulling his mouth firmly to hers.
In that moment, a tremor ran through Data's body, and then he finally understood that something was very much out of place. He broke away from her as if he wanted to take a gasp of breath - not that he needed oxygen itself, but he realized, he was not able to process any more strong sensations, and he knew he needed a break! Obviously, Emma didn't understand. She just wanted to be lost in the emotions they were generating in each other, so without thinking, she kissed him again...
...and the whole world became blank for an instant. The next thing he knew was that he was lying on his back on the carpet, Emma's alarmed face was above him, and he could see her talking to him - maybe calling his name? She stroked his hair gently holding his hand in hers.
He frowned slightly, puzzled "What's happened?" he asked on a lower voice than he'd intended.
"I don't know! You collapsed! I think you were unconscious for a few seconds, cause you didn't reply to my calling!" she told him on a trembling voice, and he could see now that she was very scared, but was trying hard to hide it.
He shut his eyes and searched his diagnostic logs for a few seconds. He then opened his eyes again and sat up.
"Easy..." she told him still holding on to his hand. "How are you feeling?" she asked still worried, though the fact that he was willing to sit up did relieve her a bit.
He nodded, and his deadpan expression softened into a tiny smile "Fine." he pulled her hand close and kissed it then reached out and stroked her cheek "Please don't worry. I was not unconscious."
She shook her head feeling very guilty "I'm so sorry I pushed you. I shouldn't have, I should've listened to you, I..."
"No, no, please stop it!" he squeezed her hand in his and stroking her cheek again, he turned her face to him "It wasn't because you pushed me. I..." he shrugged embarrassed glancing away "I think I've experienced what it is like when I reach the limits of my emotion-chip." She looked at him surprised, and then expectingly waiting for him to go on. After a moment of pondering, he squeezed her hand and tried to explain "The whole day was very trying emotionally. Starting from the morning, I've been given several very intense inputs that I had no time to deal with during the day. Feeling pleasure is also processed by my emotion-chip, and to put it simply, there was no more room for processing the intense sensations our kissing created. The chip overloaded and automatically shut down, taking down with it all the sub-processors it was using. However, some of those were used for other functions too, like..." he shrugged again timidly "...like retaining my equilibrium or my vision." he shook his head and smiled at her encouragingly "It's really not your fault. I'm still too inexperienced with dealing with my emotions, especially if I'm exposed to a lot of intense feelings in a short time. I should have dumped all the running processes into my memory and deal with them later. Instead, I was keeping them in the cache of the chip. No wonder, it overloaded."
She let his hand go and just embraced him lovingly "Oh, you..." she planted small kisses on his hair and ear and cheek. He let her and just smiled timidly under her caresses. When she had enough, she pulled away a little and stroked his cheek "You scared the shit out of me." she admitted in a sigh and then smiled "But I think I can understand you. Sometimes I do the same."
He frowned suspecting that she was just pulling his leg "I do not believe you've mentioned anything about having an emotion-chip yourself."
She giggled and shook her head "Not precisely." she shrugged "Sometimes I can't break away from my intense feelings either. I keep thinking about them until they wear me out completely. It can be very distracting."
He listened intrigued cocking his head to one side "And what do you do when you experience this phenomenon? Do you have the ability to put your emotions away to process them at another time?"
She glanced away pondering "Well... sorta..." she looked back at him "There are certain relaxation techniques that can help ease your mind. Once you're relaxed, it's a lot easier to deal with your emotions. Though it's not possible to completely dismiss them as you're saying you can do."
He nodded thoughtfully then asked curious "What do such relaxation techniques involve?"
She shrugged "Simple things. A hot shower for example. It can help ease your mind." she smiled suddenly "How about trying it out on you now? It might help you relax too."
He suddenly seemed timid "It is really unnecessary. The unexpected shut down automatically dumped the emotional processes into a file to be dealt with later, thus freeing resources for the chip to operate within normal parameters."
She smiled leaning close to him seductively "Oh, come on, I'm talking about taking a shower together. Are you really saying no to that?"
He glanced away still a little unsure "I-I... do not like water-showers. I always use sonic-showers instead." he admitted wincing.
She gaped incredulously "Everybody likes showers, Deadpan, how can you not like them?"
He winced again "For a long time, my body was not fit to be immersed underwater. A few years ago, I sank to the bottom of a lake and had to walk over a kilometer to reach the shores. It took weeks to dry my servos afterwards. I asked Geordi to fix that, so now my servos are sealed watertight. However, I did not become fond of the thought of being underwater. It is really not for a hundred-kilogram android made mostly of metal. That is all."
She giggled rolling her eyes playfully "Oh, come on! Taking a shower is nothing like sinking in a lake! I show you! Come!" she told him jumping up.
What other choice did he have, when she was gazing at him with that seductive-playful gaze "Okay..."
Half an hour later, the bathroom door swung open, and they stumbled to the bed nude, soaking wet and kissing mindlessly. He turned them around in one motion, so when they landed on the bed, she was on top of him, and not reversed. But he quickly rolled her on her back and without any further ado, entered her. She seemed not to mind the rush - she was invitingly sopping wet. She sucked in a breath at the exquisite feeling of him inside her body, and shutting her eyes, she gripped his arm and shoulder sinking her nails into his skin. He claimed her mouth as he slid into her deeper but then pulled away as a groan of pleasure welled up in his throat. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he was pushing into her deeper and deeper staring right into her soul.
"Ah..." she moaned shutting her eyes for an instant then gasped helplessly "Please, please, please..." she went on whispering her mantra of pleasure.
"Don't beg, baby!" he soothed her but went on driving into her relentlessly "You'll get it! You'll get all you want!"
"More! I want more!" she moaned taking one of her hands away from his skin to grip the bedclothes underneath. She then suddenly felt him shudder above her and knew that he came still helplessly moving against her. He then suddenly pulled away, and the next thing she knew was his mouth on her, gently kissing her where she most wanted it. She wanted to scream, but somehow, she just grew silent writhing helplessly under his ministrations as she neared her climax. He kept kissing her and then slid one long finger into her wetness. She suddenly moaned and put her hand to his head instinctively, tangling her fingers into his wet hair, holding him firmly to her. He let her be in control and kept on kissing her, feeling her come after only a short moment.
When her hand dropped from the back of his head to the bed, and he felt her relax, he raised himself above her to look down at her face. She lay there gasping, with her eyes shut, then as she felt him take her into his arms, she opened her eyes and looked at him through her lashes.
"Sorry..." she whispered.
"Don't be silly!" he murmured to her holding her close "I like it, when you're making me aware of what feels good for you."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She then felt him adjust his hips as he lay there between her legs, and before she could ask anything, he kissed her and entered her again. This time gently and patiently, not driven by mindless craving. She tightened her embrace around him suddenly feeling a catch in her throat - oh, god, how amazing he was! He cradled her lovingly as he moved against her and breaking away looked into her eyes. She was breathless, and her sweat mixed with the water from their shower on her skin. Her heart was drumming so hard in her chest that he not only felt it, but also heard it. The sound mixed with his own heart-beat, and he realized he liked the simple but passionate rhythm. With the silent sounds she was making, it all mixed into a special music in his ears. He smiled at the thought feeling himself slowly climbing towards his climax again.
She drew him close wrapping her legs again around his waist "Oh, babe..." oh, he was moving inside of her, and she let the feeling sink into her consciousness. It had no equal. No man made her feel the way he was able to. She was so completely free, she felt he made her fly. Yet she was bound to him so tightly that she felt more secure than ever in her life before. The thought fuelled her passion in a way she never before experienced.
He raised his head to look at her, and she could see that he was again close to his climax. But before reaching it, he gently pulled out of her. Losing the feel of him inside of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck in sudden desperation, but he looked deep into her eyes and commanded on his usual silent voice "Roll onto your stomach." Her breath was caught by the excitement triggered by the unknown, and she obeyed without a word. He lay between her legs and gently entered her again, this time from behind, pressing her hips down onto the bed.
He pushed deeper into her than he ever before was able to, and her lips parted at the unexpectedly intense sensation. He entwined his fingers through hers, where her hands clutched the bedclothes and then started to move.
"Ah... god..." was all she was able to whisper and heard him grunt in pleasure too. They were pressed together so tightly that the sensations multiplied with every tiny movement they made.
After a few long strokes, he quickened the pace, and their passion heightened. She had no idea how he was able to do this to her - she had no idea WHAT he was doing to her at all! These were all completely new and unknown sensations to her mind and body, and she had no idea where this exquisite build-up could be leading!
He then started to move inside of her just as rapidly as he was during their first coupling, and she felt she completely lost all her contact with the conscious part of her mind. It took a long moment for her to become aware of the sound of her soft moans, and her body moving against his movements frantically almost as if on its own volition, matching stroke to stroke. More, more "More!" she uttered helplessly, and he obeyed driving into her without the slightest sign of wanting to stop. She was gasping for breath and squeezed her fists holding his fingers tightly. Don't let it end! Just don't! EVER!
"Emma... come! I want you to come!" he murmured into her ear on a firm voice, because he was sure he would not last long - but this time he wanted them to climax together "Now!"
"Ah, don't stop, please! Please! Please! Begging you!" she heard herself moan helplessly and then felt her body tighten around him, while he was driving into her wildly almost completely out of control - as she experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life.
And she wasn't alone. Data was shocked how close he was again to being completely overwhelmed by the sensations she was generating in him. Her body, her sounds, her fragrance, her whole presence had almost an intoxicating effect on his neural net, and he felt he needed to hold on to something to steady himself after his own climax. And as if she could read his thoughts, she drew his arms tightly around her - her embrace becoming his sole point of stability.
He rolled them to their sides still buried deep within her and gave her body a squeeze that couldn't have been called gentle. For an instant, she felt she couldn't breath, but then he loosened his embrace, and she found that somehow, she was not frightened by his strength or by that strange too tight hug. When she realized that her nails were sunk deep into his skin - deeper than it would have been possible with a human without hurting him - she understood that somehow she wanted that rough display of affection as much as he did.
She felt him cuddle up to her more tightly and bury his face into her neck and hair. And then she felt him sigh deeply. She smiled as she realized he could have gone on even more, but taking her boundaries into consideration, he probably had decided against it, and now needed to calm himself down. Crazy! It was just crazy how amazing he was! - And with his desires dismissed, she felt him leaving her body... leaving her with a profound sense of loss.
Her clarity of thought returned gradually as they were lying there listening only to each other's breathing for a few minutes, and she smiled.
"So." her voice was a little raspy, so she cleared her throat before going on "So you're saying you hate showers? After a foreplay in water leading into THIS?"
She heard him smile "I do hate showers. But I do adore your wet body against my own." he added and chuckled softly.
"Mmmm..." she let out a long breath trying to draw his arms more tightly around her "You're just..." but she didn't know how to finish. She ran out of superlatives.
"Just as much as you are." he whispered and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
After a few minutes of silent cuddling, she turned her head toward him, and he kissed her temple and ear lovingly. She then settled down again and sighed "Data."
"Hmmm?" she heard his muffled voice as he was busying himself planting small kisses on her shoulder.
"Tell me. How could you have been single when we met?"
He frowned puzzled and ran a hand up her arm, while nuzzling her neck with his nose "I believe we have already covered this particular subject."
"No, we haven't." she told him stubbornly, though she knew it was not entirely true.
Taking his lips off of her skin for a short moment, he told her "I have the impression that you're slightly... obsessed with this topic. I wonder why that is."
She sighed and turned a little toward him onto her back gazing at the ceiling "Because it's just so damn unbelievable!" she replied and looked into his eyes "You're smart, handsome, sweet, polite, caring... and you're a demigod in bed. What's wrong with the gals on the Enterprise that they didn't notice you? Really."
He glanced away embarrassed, especially because of her last remark "I was noticed, Emma, it's just... I didn't want to... I have told you about Jenna. I really felt I would be a disaster in a relationship, even if I had a desire to have a family. Before my emotion-chip... I was different. I viewed the world in a different way. Before Jenna, I did not notice, if somebody was interested in me. And after Jenna, I ignored it, if I did."
"Did she have such a huge impact on you? But you were going out for a very short time, weren't you?"
"Yes." Data sighed gloomily and regretted that the sweet afterglow slowly dissipated from his neural net as he recalled some of his gloomier memories. But after some consideration, he decided that somehow, it felt good to talk about all these things. Here they were, lovers in a very intimate embrace - the past could not hurt him anymore. "She was not the only one. She was one in the row of bad experiences I had with women." he told her honestly.
She turned around to be opposite him, and they settled against the pillow comfortably on their sides. She wrapped an arm and a leg around him stroking his mussed up hair with one hand and gently touching his lips with the other, while he slid his arms around her waist. She sighed "So then, here might be another story you could tell me."
He leaned close to her and planted a small kiss on her lips then obeyed and started to speak. "In the Academy, I was really very different from everybody else. I couldn't make friends. Though I tried hard... I just couldn't understand what was driving human interaction, how they were relating to each other... All my attempts became awkward, sometimes unacceptable by human standards. So I became isolated among my peers... Then a girl seemed to take an interest in me. Her name was Anina. We had some classes together, and she asked for some help with warp-engine design theories. I was very intrigued that somebody seemed to befriend me, so I went to her place one afternoon and..." he shrugged shyly trying to look for a modest enough expression.
"You hooked up." she smiled and stroked his cheek "That was your first."
He nodded with a deadpan expression "Yes. ...My programming dictated the same thing it dictates now. I am not designed to womanise. For me, that afternoon was a very important experience, and I tried to seek out her company afterwards. However, she was not willing to interact with me in any way. Finally, a friend of hers asked me not to stalk her anymore. And to emphasize her point, she told me that it was all just because of a bet."
Emma's eyes widened in shock "What?"
Data shrugged almost as if he was ashamed "She had a bet with her friends. They were curious whether I was... fully functional or not... in every way. I suppose they didn't consider the option of asking or the fact that I would have answered honestly, if they did."
She sighed as a painful expression clouded her features "Oh, baby..." she whispered and planted two short kisses on his mouth. His lips curled upward at it. She then stroked his cheek and smiled wistfully "So you didn't hook up with anyone else afterwards at the Academy?"
He shook his head "I was hoping she would change her mind."
She frowned surprised at this "You sound as if you were in love with that girl."
Data shook his head firmly "No. I had no feelings at that time. It was simply a matter of programming. My parents went to great lengths to make me have a conscience and to make me seek out new bonds with humans. I do consider the physical forms of pleasure to be the highest form of that kind of bonding - and my conscience wouldn't let me engage in it without any other purpose than to form such a bond. I understand that there are a lot of human males who share my view." he said with such innocence that it took her breath away.
She smiled a bit regretfully "Well, not as many as you might think. But some do, yes."
"I waited till the end of the Academy. Then on the graduation day, she was the one who approached me. She said she regretted what she'd done, because she never thought it would have such a profound impact on me, and she didn't want to cause me any pain. I reassured her, that it was not possible for her to injure me in that fashion and that I hold no grudge against her." he told her almost matter-of-factly.
Emma gave him a sceptical expression "You're very generous, you know. I'd have wanted to exact some sort of a revenge, if I were you. And by the way, if you happen to know where she is now, I have a portion of arsine somewhere lying around here that I feel like using on her just about now."
He looked at her troubled "I assume you're only joking."
"Of course, I do!" she blurted then winced bemused "No, actually no." she sighed at his shocked expression "Babe, how can you be so okay with this? She was cruel to you! Without any reason! You really never wanted to get back at her?"
He shrugged with a helpless expression "My ethical programming doesn't allow me to think of any such thing as revenge... It would make me... be like my brother." he added on a silent, thin voice.
Emma saw how that thought hurt him, and she regretted pushing that subject instantly. She stroked his hair gently, and they locked gazes "And probably, your generosity makes you the best person I've ever met." it made him look as if he was about to blush with embarrassment, so she pushed him to go on with his story "Who was the next girl?"
He seemed to be thinking for a moment before going on "I was alone for a long time - in every sense of the word. On my first assignment, I was not able to make friends with anybody, just as I couldn't during the Academy. I was still much like a child. Asking too much, talking too much, pointing out things that people hated to hear. And I believe that my exemplary service didn't help me in making friends either. I gather, some of my shipmates on the USS Trieste were jealous. Retrospectively, I'd say they rather considered me more of a device to use than a living being to serve with... Please, don't look so shocked! It actually paid off, because I had to do tasks that were difficult or hazardous for an organic being, but not for me, and these tasks earned me my promotions and some of the highest honors of Starfleet... The attitude toward me changed on the Enterprise. On the flagship, only the best were allowed to serve, so nobody was jealous of my achievements. I barely could believe my eyes, when I saw the communiqué of my next assignment. I actually thought it was a human error at first. Not because I wasn't as good as to deserve to serve on the flagship, but rather because of the prejudices I faced till then... On the Enterprise, everything was very different to what I experienced till then in my life. I made friends - Geordi was the first. He never had any prejudices, he always thought we were similar in the way we are perceiving the world around us. 'Just the way it is.' as he tells me. Even people who first were vary of serving with me, like Commander Riker, discarded their prejudices in a matter of days..."
"So this is why you love this crew so much. This is why you are so bound to them." she realized for the first time finally.
He nodded and took a reluctant breath to go on "...And then there was Tasha..." but he trailed off trying to figure out how to go on.
Emma frowned thoughtfully "Tasha... that name does ring a bell. She was the girl lost during a mission long-long ago."
Data nodded as the picture of Tasha's lifeless body lying on the sand appeared vividly before his mind's eye "Yes. Yes she was..." he frowned surprised "How do you..."
"Beverly wrote about her to me. I was already on Epsilon, and we exchanged messages often. She was really distressed about it... Did the two of you...?"
Data nodded "It was during the poly-water intoxication incident. We were in effect... drunk... It was actually my fault again that I let it happen. 'Drunk' or not, I did believe her, when she told me she wanted love from me. I knew I would not be able to give her love as an emotion, however, I thought I would be able to give her love in all other ways. In my acts toward her, in my respect, in physical pleasure." he trailed off again gazing into nothing as he recalled how Tasha looked deep into his eyes - with so much lust and attraction in her blue gaze...
"So what happened next?" Emma asked on a silent voice.
He frowned still struggling to fully understand it "I didn't take the fact into consideration that at the time she told me those things, she was under the influence of the intoxication."
"Oh... So you think she didn't mean it. It was all because of you being kinda drunk." she concluded on a low voice.
He wore the most deadpan expression she'd ever seen on his face when he answered her "Afterwards, when we all sobered, she told me that it never happened." She let out a long breath shutting her eyes with a painful expression then felt his hand sweeping her hair out of her face gently. She opened her eyes and locked her gaze with his. He then drew her close, her soft hair caressed the skin of his cheek "It doesn't hurt, Emma. Please, do not feel distressed." he whispered to her gently.
She felt a catch in her throat as she buried her face into the nape of his neck "But I do feel distressed, baby. You're the sweetest guy I've ever known, you don't deserve to suffer so much." she kissed his skin and pulled away to look into his eyes "And there was this Jenna you already told me about..." she shook her head "No wonder you didn't want a relationship, when we first met. After this much pain and suffering, who'd want more?"
He shook his head and tried to smile at her encouragingly "I didn't suffer, Emma. I had no emotions. I felt no pain."
She frowned at him not believing a word "But these experiences did leave you scarred. Don't deny that!"
"I'm not denying that... When I utilized my emotion-chip, I had to process all of these experiences too, and at that time, they DID hurt. But it doesn't matter anymore." he stroked her cheek lovingly "You're here, in my arms. There's a certain harmony between the two of us that I've never experienced before with anyone. These memories, these ladies... all belong to the past. And the past is behind, the future is ahead, and it holds you. Telling you about all of this was relieving for a reason I don't fully understand yet. However, I did not tell you this to hurt you."
"I know, I just..." she sighed and touched the tips of her fingers to his lips "What I've told you on the roof is still true... somehow I feel I have to protect you... and it's really frustrating that I can't protect you from the past. Don't ask me why I feel this way, I know it's totally unreasonable."
His lips curled upward, and he looked at her in wonder "It is also most affectionate of you."
Her embarrassed smile turned to a flirtatious one "Come here!" she called, and he kissed her on the lips tenderly.
Then the kiss deepened, and she pushed him to his back, finally straddling him. She broke away and looked down at him from above "Let me try to overload that chip of yours again." she whispered and started kissing him on his neck. He chuckled and held her close feeling the same happiness he did on their first night together.
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