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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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Juliana greeted them with a welcoming smile, but her warm friendliness was not enough to alleviate Emma's anxiety about the whole occasion. She kept thinking about how she was going to explain the fact that she was still married, or why she left her husband, or what if some well-known fact would come up about Data which she had no idea about - they'd been going out only for a little less than two months, still it would be embarrassing if it turned out that they didn't know each other that well...
Data in the mean time was running around them almost literally: had them sit down in the living room, brought them drinks, put the flowers he had given his mother into water and told them about how a dinner was supposed to be conducted according to an author from the late 19th century.
"It was also said that before the dinner itself the guests and the host are supposed to share a drink together. It is a form of toast, and it has a very important role in getting to know each other." he explained as he sat on the couch next to Emma, while Juliana was sitting in an armchair to their side.
"You don't have to do everything according to the book, Data." Juliana told him kindly.
He blinked surprised and took Emma's hand into his: "Oh, Emma often tells me, I have a wish to be perfect in everything." She just smiled up at him timidly.
"Sometimes a little bit of spontaneity can flavour the moment, believe me!" Juliana smiled.
His expression turned gloomy "I'm not sure that my programming would contain an ability to be spontaneous, Mother. At least not to a positive effect. The last time I made an attempt at it, Doctor Crusher ended up in the holodeck ocean, and she was very upset."
The two ladies laughed softly "Yes, she told me..." Emma mumbled on a very silent voice covering her mouth. It was an amusing story, and she felt her spirits lifting at least a little bit by recalling Bev's irritated expression as she recounted the memory for her.
Juliana looked from her back to Data amused "Believe me, with a father like yours, the ability has to be there! It's just you have to start small, that's all! Like now, I didn't mean anything as big as taking a swim on the holodeck right now, but for example, we could start eating without any of these formalities, because I'm starved to death."
Emma smiled and was actually quite grateful for the elder woman, not only for saving her from the toast, but also because she could have eaten a whale, she was so hungry.
Data looked at Juliana wide-eyed "Oh, why didn't you say so, Mother?" he stood up "Just take a seat at the table, and I bring everything!" he then went to the replicator while the two women stood up too.
"Is he always so attentive?" Juliana asked on a low voice.
Emma looked over to Data at the replicator and smiled "Yes, yes, he is." she told her timidly then hugging herself raised her glass to her face and apparently studied the intricate patterns on it intently.
Juliana stood there for a few moments, silent. She waited until Emma finally looked from her glass in her hand up at her again, and then smiling, she raised her glass "To the hope that all of us will survive this evening. Even including you!" Emma looked at her puzzled, and Juliana, putting a soothing hand on her arm, chuckled "You look as if this dinner was served in the torture chamber of hell, and you were supposed to enjoy yourself with the closest friend of devil!"
Emma blinked surprised and even grew a little pale "I-I'm sorry, Ms. Tainer. I didn't mean to offend you!" But she was trying so hard to look like a normal person! Whatever did she screw up this time?!
"Oh, you didn't, don't be so frightened! And call me Juliana already! You know, I've had two husbands, I know what it is like to be introduced to a mother-in-law-candidate!" she stroked her arm, and Emma tried to equal her earnest smile "Believe me, sweetheart, I have faced much worse than myself!"
Emma chuckled finally "I can imagine, it's just... I know how important this is for Data. I'd like to make a good impression - believe me if I start to talk, that will not happen..." she blurted and then almost uttered a profanity at her instinctual bluntness. She just couldn't be let anywhere near people!
But Juliana laughed out loud "Just be yourself, my dear!" she put an arm around Emma's shoulder who tensed up a little at the touch but then forced herself to relax "Data wanted me to get to know YOU, and not some dream of mothers timid girl. He told me so much about you, it made me really intrigued, so don't hold yourself back."
Emma gave her a wry smile "I suppose I'm better off as long as I don't know what he told you about me..." and all of us, as long as I try to pretend to be a civilized human being...
After finishing their food, Data was telling a story about an experiment they were conducting with Geordi at Engineering - in a very detailed and overly Data-ish way - and Juliana watched both him and Emma. The younger woman was seemingly listening to him intently, having only eyes for him, however Juliana knew that look well.
She wore the same expression when Noonian used to tell her stories about his cybernetics experiments. It didn't really matter what he was speaking about. It only mattered that he did, his voice was like a spell, his intellect was one of his greatest sex-appeals, and she also had to admit that it was a pleasure in itself to just simply watch him, to just look into his huge grey-blue eyes or just gaze at his lips as they were moving.
It seemed Data had a similar effect on this lady, and Juliana felt nostalgic watching them. She never loved anyone the same way she had Noonian. That beautiful feeling never returned - not even for Pran. At first, she felt guilty about it, but after the first few years of their marriage, she accepted the fact that love could come in several different ways, and she did actually love Pran deeply, only in a different form.
But she was never prepared to be reminded of a love so deep and so long gone tonight. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she embarrassedly cleared her throat and turned her gaze away.
Data trailed off in his story and gaped at her worried "Mother! Are you feeling alright?" he never thought a story about warp-coil experiments could bring anybody to tears! "I did not mean to upset you!" he said on a thin voice.
Juliana smiled and blinked away her tears "No, no, don't worry, Data! You didn't upset me!" she put her hand on his "It's just that for a moment, you reminded me of your father." she then looked over at Emma who just sat there with a worried look "And you reminded me of myself so deeply in love with him."
There was a moment of stunned silence after which Data opened his mouth to clarify the situation. Emma was still very adamant about the fact that they only shared a crush, and it was not yet love that bound them together. He knew that she could get really tensed up if this topic was brought up especially if somebody else was around too, and he didn't think he could handle two upset ladies alone! "Mother, I need to correct you, it might seem..."
But Emma put a hand on his arm. He looked at her questioningly and was surprised to see a loving expression on her features that she never let anybody else see ever. "Leave it, baby." she whispered simply. He gaped at her - she never used their term of endearment in front of anybody else either! When his mother asked him to have dinner together he suspected that this would be a significant night, but now one amazement hit after another! He quickly started a processing thread to run in the background to analyse the present change in Emma's behaviour, he was sure the result would be most intriguing.
He then looked at his mother cautiously "Are you sure you are feeling alright, Mother?"
Juliana nodded now with dry eyes "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Would you like a change of the subject?" he asked then added meticulously "Perhaps if I am to speak about something other than science, maybe I would not resemble Father so much, thus I would less likely to upset you."
Both women chuckled at his innocence, and Juliana tried to clarify the matter for him "It's not bad that you remind me of him, Data. To be honest, I never really dared to tell him, but I always thought that in character, you take after me a lot more than him, no matter that he made you after his own image. It's nice to see that there's something in you of him too."
"I see." Data gazed away thoughtfully - he still didn't quite comprehend why she started to cry, but he decided against prying further. He would need to run an analysis on her behaviour as well.
Juliana saw that he became a little wound up, and it was plain that probably Emma was even worse at such social situations as she was just sitting there looking at Data blinking timidly - almost begging him with her eyes to finally go home. She needed to move them away from feeling embarrassed, so she smiled at Emma "Why don't you tell me about that play Data mentioned earlier? The one the two of you play together in."
"Oh, sure!" Emma nodded surprised that she was being asked "It's called Dreamland. And it's a musical."
"So you sing too!" Juliana smiled amazed.
"And dance!" Data added.
"Oh!"
"Yes. It's a romantic piece, actually it's a dream. Most of it at least. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes sad, sometimes there are surprising twists in it." Emma stuttered a little not really knowing how much she should speak: should she start telling the whole story or just some points? How interested Juliana could be? She rather finished after a few sentences embarrassed "It's better be watched than told in words."
"And when can I watch it?" Juliana asked eagerly "If I may." she added.
"Tomorrow it's on." Data answered kindly "And of course you may, Mother. Why would you think otherwise?"
"I just don't want to embarrass you." Juliana explained on a soft voice.
Data shook his head unsure "I do not see in what way you would embarrass me."
His mother put clasped her fingers on the table and leaned forward a little with a smile "You know, Data, children can feel reluctant about showing their performances or achievements to their mothers. They could feel embarrassed about it. I was thinking maybe you might feel that way, if I went to watch the play."
He frowned considering then looked at her with a small serene smile "If that was so, I am eager to experience such an emotion too. I'd wager that is also a special form of bonding!"
Juliana laughed softly and gave Data's hand a gentle squeeze "Then I'm happy to be of assistance." she then went back to interrogate Emma out of her out-of-character timidity "And how are the preparations for the bachelorette party? I hear that you are organizing one for a friend."
"Yeah, no, eh, partly. I'm part of the group who are organizing it." she shrugged "We're only at the beginning. We'll see how it would end up..." she grimaced thinking about how great the first meeting went in the evening.
Juliana chuckled "And why are you looking as if you tasted lemon?"
And this time, Emma answered out of her usual bluntness, without thinking "Cause they're all nuns and voted off all of my ideas including a willy-cake!" she blurted in one breath and then hearing herself saying that, put her hands in front of her mouth tightly, her eyes were wide like two saucers. Juliana eyed her with a suppressed smile and taking her hands away, Emma looked at her pleadingly "Please, pretend I said nothing! I always speak before I think but I was doing so fine so far, just please, please forget this one sentence, please!"
And Juliana couldn't bear it any longer, she burst out in a heartfelt laugh, then wiping her eyes, she chuckled "Oh, I'm just happy that the Emma I got to know from Data's messages finally got here by the end of the dinner!" she then went on laughing, and finally Emma started to chuckle too.
Data was looking from one lady to the other confused and finally, he decided to ask: "What kind of a cake is a willy-cake?"
His answer was more laughter from the ladies.
After saying good night to Juliana, they walked down the corridor hand in hand:
"Your mom is cool! I'm taking her into Team-Emma in the bachelorette-party-organizing-committee. She might help me convince the nuns that we do need a strip-guy!" Emma mused.
Data raised a forefinger as if he was doing a lecture: "I told you, she is a nice person. However, I am not sure I'm comfortable with the idea that my mother and my girlfriend are watching a male stripping down in front of them."
"Above them, on the counter preferably!" Emma corrected him mock-seriously "But you're right Deadpan, it wouldn't be appropriate." she stopped and looked up at him seductively "All the more so, because the one person I'd most like to watch strip for me is standing here." she draw a curvy line from his chest to his waistline with her forefinger, and he bent down to her face and kissed her softly on the lips. She was about to break away after a moment, but he tightened his embrace on her waist and deepened the otherwise chaste kiss. She couldn't resist, she circled his neck with her arms and responded to his explorations. After a long minute, when he had enough, he slowly broke away from her lips and gazed into her eyes hazy with desire.
"What did I tell you about making out in public?" she asked on a breathless whisper.
And without any previous warning, he started to speak on her voice: "Small kisses are fine, Deadpan, but fooling around in the corridors like teenagers is not okay! Think about it, we both are adults who should be in possession of their restrains. Compared to that we look like two drooling cadets groping around in each other's uniforms." he then cocked his head with as a deadpan expression as ever and added on his own voice "It is fortunate, we're not in our uniforms."
Emma just stood there gaping at him - there was something really creepy in hearing your own voice coming out of somebody else's mouth "You sounded as if you swallowed my vocal chords in the last smooch. But, Deadpan, if you do that one more time..." but her threat was swallowed in another long kiss. She responded with a small helpless moan. Then as he started to kiss her on the neck, and her mouth was free to speak she sighed feeling really light-headed "Oh, god..." she sucked in a breath as he started kissing her on her ear "Are you sure, that wine was only syntehol?" she asked on a thin voice.
He raised his head still with his usual neutral expression very much at odds with his hair so mussed up "Positive. The replicator is not programmed to give real alcohol, you know that."
She pushed her fingers through his hair "Then it is just your presence that makes me feel dizzy. Come here, baby!" she pulled his head back to hers and this time she kissed him deeply.
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