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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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The last week and a half before the premiere literally flew by. The cast and Beverly were at the holodeck every free minute they had, if not rehearsing then polishing the settings or the costumes. Data and Emma had virtually no time to spend alone, though they enjoyed spending the rehearsals together more than ever before. And they were content to end up in the same bed every night. Not that Emma had energy for more than a few kisses and some chit-chat before fainting to sleep, but Data was happy that she let him stay over at her place for the whole night, and he could watch her sleep. At first, she was reluctant about it saying that he would just get bored, and he was just as reluctant about it, because he didn't want to disturb her rest. Finally, they just laughed at their inhibitions, and she assured him, she was happy to wake up with his arms around her.
Last night was a bit different, because she was the one sleeping over at his place. He wanted her to get acquainted with Spot, but the cat seemed to be sulking about having a female guest at her territory, and had no inclination of getting out from under the bed, no matter how Data tried to persuade her.
Before bed, Emma asked for an under-shirt and a pair of boxers from him to sleep in, which surprised Data, but as she explained that sleeping in a boyfriend's clothes was very intimate, he was more than happy to comply. He was wearing a similar set of clothes, the only difference was that on Emma, his clothes were hanging - in a very attractive, sexy way.
So there they lay in his bed, Emma deeply sleeping and Data holding her from behind, stroking her abdomen through her shirt, and he was enjoying the delightful buzz his sexuality program was creating in his neural net at the sensation. He started to get a grip on how to control the strong urges he was experiencing when touching her, and after a week, he was finally able to lie beside her without having to almost overload his net to occupy his mind with other than desperately wanting to undress her throughout the night.
He wanted to give her the time she needed until she was ready to take the last step to be his girlfriend fully. Though he was not sure what she was waiting for, researching the subject, he found, that often female (and also male) humans required a certain amount of time before consummating their relationships. He found it was mostly, because they hoped with the passage of time, the depth of the relationship would grow, and their partners would more likely form a bond with them and less likely leave them after simply having sex with them.
He was appalled by this notion. He never thought he would start a relationship just to finish it after a single night of love. The one thing he wanted above all else was forming a bond, a link, any kind of attachment to his mate. He never had a chance to do that with any of the women he had ever dealt with, and now he was eager to finally experience what he had missed. Whether it was in the foundation of his programming or it was his own curiosity, he didn't know, he just knew that that was the most important thing for him right now. Making love was not a goal in this, it was just a means to achieve that.
He raised his hand and wiped the hair away from Emma's shoulder and neck. She had wished to be waken up at 0500 AM so that was what he was about to do. Wake her up. He lowered his lips to the nape of her neck and slowly kissed his way up on her skin until he reached her ear. There he stopped and circled her ear with the tip of his nose - he knew she liked that a lot. She moaned and stirred but then just buried her face into his pillow almost completely turning on her stomach. He smiled at the challenge. She was difficult to wake up - though with the alarm, she was on her feet in a minute, he wished to pursue more subtle ways in starting her mornings.
He went on kissing her behind her ear then back down on her neck, while he slid his hand under the loose shirt on her. He drew lazy circles on her soft stomach ever going upward, then gently cupped a breast in his hand. He was rewarded with another soft moan then some sleepy mumbling came "You're a very naughty boy, you know that, hmmm... ah..." she gasped as she felt him gently fondling her breast. She turned back to him as he raised his head from her neck and slid his hand out of her shirt to hold her by the waist. "Come here, handsome!" she purred and pulled him in for a deep kiss. In the last week, she had been calling him 'handsome' and 'deadpan' in turns, and he was trying to search for a pattern for it, but failed to find one yet.
He complied and kissed her on the lips sliding his hand down to her thigh. She bent her knee almost obediently at his touch - he again wondered how she could so precisely know what his intentions were - and let him lay between her legs. As she felt him through their thin shorts, and their kisses deepened, her hands came up into fists in his hair. "Mmmmph..." she grunted as he rolled his hips against hers pressing her down on the bed. It was such an intense sensation that her eyes flew open, and she broke away from his lips gasping. He was looking at her dishevelled and a little confused but more than anything hungry for more. And it was just impossible to resist that look! She slid her hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt "Get this off! Quick!" she whispered.
"Are you sure?" he blurted, but she just kissed him on the lips again then looked at him determined.
"No arguments, Deadpan, just do as I said! If I had to kill somebody to have you take me, I swear I'd do it! Now!" she pulled him in for another kiss. He responded eagerly and found that what she had said increased his arousal to an unexpected height in a surprisingly short time.
He broke away and sighed making her feel his breath on her wet lips. She instinctively opened her mouth, but he didn't kiss her. "You want me to take you?" he asked on a low voice - and she got the impression that this time, it was him who did some teasing of his own.
"Yes!" it was a breathless sigh.
He ground his arousal against hers "I will do whatever you ask of me." She whimpered helplessly and squirmed her hips underneath his "I will take you!" he went on, and she suddenly felt his long fingers between the two of them - he was amazed how wet her underwear was in such a short time. "Ah, please!" she begged pressing herself hard onto his curious fingers - but he pulled away "Slowly, baby!" he whispered then gently touched her arousal through the fabric of her boxers again. This time, she resisted the urge to again push herself into his hand and just held onto his arms, her nails sinking into his skin. "I will take you slowly." he went on stroking her with a feather-like touch "And very gently." she gazed into his eyes helpless under his hand "And I will not stop until the only thought remaining in your head is us together."
"Ah, god!" a moan escaped her lips, she wasn't able to hold it in any longer.
The next moment he took his hand away and sat back on his heals. She gazed at him breathless and begging for more. He then pulled his shirt over his head, and before he could start folding it neatly, she sat up too and taking the garment away from his hand, threw it away. There he knelt between her legs just inches away from being inside of her, and he decided that now was as good a time as any to give all control over to his sexuality programming. He crushed her in an embrace pulling her up to him into his lap, their hips brushed again, drawing soft moans out of both of them as their arousals touched. Holding her firmly to him, he kissed her deeply, pushing into her mouth, mimicking with his tongue what he wanted so desperately their bodies to do. Her legs circled his waist, and she put her arms around his neck and shoulder - her palms were damp against his bare skin. When they came up for air again, he took the lower part of her shirt in his hands "Hands up, Ms. Jones!" he commanded, and she giggled breathlessly as she obeyed. He took her shirt off in one motion and discarded it the way she had done with his shirt.
He gazed down at her breasts, and she couldn't resist the smile creeping on her lips seeing his mesmerized expression "You like them?" she asked a little shy despite herself.
He looked into her eyes and gave her a lopsided smile of wonder "Always have."
They chuckled, and she lowered her face to his holding him close and kissed him on the lips first gently, then as they got a feel of each other's nude body, she kissed him deeply, sensually. He then lay her down underneath him and started to kiss his way from her mouth over her neck to her breasts.
He was just kissing her collarbone, when they felt a slight tremor go through the bed under them, and they heard a very unsettling hissing coming from their side. He took his lips away from her skin startled and turning their heads toward the sound, their surprised gaze met Spot's disapproving one burning against the dim light.
"Should I start to get scared?" Emma asked suddenly tensed up at the demonic apparition the cat seemed with her glowing eyes.
"Spot. Be a good cat, and give us some privacy, please." Data told his cat but knew right away that it would be useless. "Do not think that your presence on the bed will be of any nuisance." he warned Spot and was about to kiss Emma again, but the cat's hissing became worse, and at the same time, Emma stopped him with a finger on his mouth.
"Do not think that I'm gonna have sex in one bed with your cat." she told Data who gazed away frustrated.
Spot, as if in response to what she had just heard, started to knead on the bedclothes to make herself more comfortable before taking a nap. "Spot!" Data called out frowning now irritated.
"Leave her be, baby." Emma told him, and he gazed at her wide-eyed, almost in despair:
"Emma!"
She stroked his cheek lovingly "I would be late anyways, and today's gonna be hectic enough without us making love for the first time, before it even starts."
Data hung his head with a heart-broken expression which made Emma's own heart skip a beat. But then as he processed what he had just head, his despair turned to amazement, and he cocked his head looking into her eyes "You said making love instead of having sex." She was quite disillusioned about the term, and was eager to let him know about that every time he used it.
She smiled and traced his lips with her fingers "Maybe with you, I will reinvent what it means." she whispered. He smiled back in wonder and closed the distance to kiss her. She didn't protest just held him close.
They were kissing feverishly again in a couple of minutes - being late, hectic day and napping Spot forgotten. This time, it was the door chime that interrupted them, and Data hit the bedclothes in frustration "Shit!" he breathed. Then he took a few deep breaths (in which time, she knew he was making a conscious effort of dismissing the physical signs of his arousal), before he got up from above her.
Emma quietly giggled at the profanity he had used "I have to warn you, Commander, that your words are unbecoming of a Starfleet officer." As he stopped in the motion of putting on his trousers to give her a look, she bit her lower lip still grinning "Just sayin'!" she chuckled.
The door chime sounded again, and Data called out "One moment, please. Computer, lights please!" the room was bathed in light, and Emma had to hide her eyes behind her palms it was so bright. When her eyes finally got used to it, and she looked at him, she found him standing there petrified staring at her naked body covered by the blanket only from waistline down. She giggled at his expression and sat up pulling the bedclothes from her body even lower, exposing more of her skin. He closed his eyes and shook his head to get a grip then looked at Emma almost irritated "Are you going to dress up?"
She laughed: "Well, watching from your warm bed that you're sulking so frustrated is a lot more fun, but if you're so adamant about me hiding my boobies, that's what I'm gonna do." she babbled and was even more amused that he was not at all amused.
She got up and quickly got dressed. She was buttoning her uniform top at the neck, when Data called "Enter!", and Beverly stepped in with tricorder in hand to check on Spot as usual.
"Hi!" she smiled at Data, but as she stepped in, she noticed that he hadn't been alone, and she blushed deeply understanding why it took so long to open the door "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Never mind, Bev!" Emma stepped up to them smiling. She swept her long hair behind her shoulder and combed through it with her fingers a little to tidy her dishevelled strands "You actually saved me from being late! I need to go back to my quarters anyway before work." she then smiled cheerfully up at Data "Bye, baby!" she reached up and bringing his face down to hers gave him a quick kiss "See you at the holodeck! Try to quit sulking till then!" Data just looked at her with the same sullen expression as before.
"See you too, Bev!"
"Don't be late!" Beverly called after her, but she was already gone on the corridor. She then looked into Data's eyes with an apologetic smile "Sorry again!" she winced.
Data looked back at her, and his expression softened "I am sorry. It seems I have forgotten my manners. No offence meant."
"None taken, Data. I've been in love in my life before. I know it can make you act out of character." she smiled kindly.
He gazed at her innocently "We are not in love, Doctor. We are having an infatuation. A crush." he explained.
Beverly chuckled "And you can tell the two feelings apart so easily?" she asked surprised.
"I cannot. Emma can. She thinks that our relationship is not evolved enough to call the feeling that binds us together 'love'."
Beverly smiled a knowing smile "And what do YOU think, Data?"
"She is the one more experienced. I believe she is right." he told her a little unsure.
She patted his arm gently, and he gazed at the touch surprised as usual "Data, you need to think for yourself. I know that she's the one more experienced, but I know that she's also an awfully strong personality. Let yourself decide how you feel. Emma just needs to accept it."
She let him go, and he stood there thoughtfully for a moment longer "I am however, not sure about how I feel. My emotion-chip is generating so many different emotions and sensations when I am with her that I am still in the process of analysing every one of them. It is a somewhat confusing state of mind."
"I see. Sorry I interfered." Beverly said apologetically.
Data cocked his head, and his lips suddenly curled upwards a little as he imitated her previous gesture and touched her arm "Not at all, Doctor Crusher. Your opinion is valued. Thank you!"
She put her hand on his, where he held her by the arm "You know you can come to me, if you need advice. With Emma, sooner or later you WILL need some."
Data looked a little confused at the remark then let it go. They went to the sleeping area, so Beverly could check on Spot who was still sleeping entangled in the bedclothes on the bed.
"I apologize for the disorder, Doctor." he said quickly embarrassed, because he had no time to do the bed.
"It's alright." she waved his concern away holding the tricorder above Spot. Then when she was finished, she straightened and looked at him with a proud smile "Well, Data, very well done! Spot is in excellent shape! All her values are now within healthy parameters, and though her weight still leaves something to be desired, it's a lot better than it used to be a month ago, when she started the diet."
Data leaned down and stroked his sleeping cat lovingly "Thank you, Doctor!" he said silently.
Beverly started for the door, and he went after her: "Having any butterflies already?" she asked curiously.
"Butterflies? Oh! You mean stage fright because of tonight's premiere." Data comprehended aloud as they stopped at his door and looked at each other "No, Doctor. I have already participated in a play, I know what it involves." he replied almost nonchalantly.
"You're practised, I know. Well, see you in the afternoon on the dress rehearsal. And then we'll harvest what our efforts yield tonight. For good or ill as the Captain phrased it, when I was talking to him about our play."
"Is he going to come to watch it?"
"Yes, of course. He said he wouldn't miss it for anything." Beverly smiled happily then said goodbye and left him alone. Data couldn't help but start to feel those butterflies at this thought.
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