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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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Emma still sat in her 1920s dress in the make-up chair in front of the mirror in their changing room with Sonya, when the younger woman was already in casual clothes. She just stared ahead facing away from the mirror.
"Are you not changing?" Sonya asked pulling on a thin, fashionable jacket and swept her long, black hair behind.
"Hmm? Oh, I'd prefer dying here in this chair, if I may choose." Emma mumbled, and Sonya could now see the complete exhaustion written all over her face and slouching posture.
"You danced yourself literally off your feet tonight, as I see." Sonya told her giving her a little smile.
Emma chuckled and looked at her grimacing "And took the chance away from you to do the same yourself." She actually felt bad about it ever since she scared Sonya off the role - but she was just so lame at apologizing!
To her surprise, Sonya shook her head "Mmm, I never viewed it that way." Emma looked at her as if she had two heads, and Sonya went on with a small smile "I wasn't angry because of that. I'd wanted to give back the role a day or two before you made me to... Watching you, made me realize that I had a lot to learn before I could fit into a role like that. I was only angry for the way you treated me." she admitted and found it surprising that she could be as honest with her as Emma was with everybody - of course except for the crude bluntness.
Emma nodded listlessly. She was too tired to know how she felt about what she heard.
Sonya shrugged a little embarrassed "Then again, I was very rude to you too. And I shouldn't have. And I'm eternally grateful to you for making me go to Reg today and..."
"Oh, no! Sugar! Please, don't! Don't you dare say sorry! Or thank you or any other stupidity! Not after what I put you through! Have some pride already!" Emma suddenly burst out putting her forehead into her palms. She then heard Sonya chuckling, and she took her hands away to look back at her with questioning eyes.
"I wasn't gonna say anything of the kind. I was only gonna say that... you are not as bad as I initially thought." the younger woman told her almost conspiringly.
They smiled at each other a tentative almost shy smile, then Sonya waved to her "G'night, Em!"
"Night, Sugar!" Emma answered on a soft voice, and a moment later she was left alone.
Data not having a lot of casual clothes, he figured his costume would do as good as any other garment for the evening (especially that Emma seemed to like it). To look a bit more casual, he just discarded the waistcoat and the suit, going with the shirt and trousers and so was done with changing in a matter of minutes. Of course, he brushed his hair back to its original style before he did anything else.
He waited for Emma outside of her changing room for a quarter of an hour before daring to peek in. Emma seemed to have fallen into a profound sleep in the make-up chair after Sonya'd left. She was huddled up, barefooted, the skirt of her flapper dress pulled up to her knees to be more comfortable in the otherwise not very comfortable garment. Her arms were crossed and were propped up on her knees against her chest, and the side of her head was snuggled against the back of the chair.
Data stepped into the room cocking his head curiously and crossed to her. He watched her for a few moments and tried to find a reason why he found watching her sleep so intriguing. Perhaps because sleeping was an ability he lacked, it seemed somehow mysterious. Or perhaps it was the intimacy of that situation: he felt she gave him a great deal of trust by letting him watch her, when she was not conscious. Either way, he just loved doing it! It felt so soothing and peaceful.
However, now he needed to wake her. Even if they weren't to go to Ten Forward, she must not sleep in that chair in that awkward position! She would get a very sore neck in a few hours! He put his hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned to her tilting his head. He gently pressed his lips to her cheek:
"Emma! Wake up!" he murmured against her skin, then smiled remembering a line from Dreamland "Wake up, Sleepy-head!" he told her and gave her another kiss on the cheek.
It was enough. She stirred and woke with a deep sigh. She turned her head to him with a sleepy moan, her eyes only half open, and he leaned closer to her again, and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Hi!" she mumbled when he let her go.
"Hi! ...Baby." he added smiling still experimenting with the term of endearment she was using on him.
She seemed to approve because she reached up and before he could straighten, pulled him in for another kiss. It lasted a few moments longer than the previous one, and Data again felt he had to make a conscious effort to keep himself from giving all his control over to the desires his emotion-chip created and his sexuality programming was all too ready to fulfill.
He broke away and gently disentangling her from her huddled up position, sank to one knee in front of her, and took her hands where they were dropped in her lap. He examined her tiny hand and delicate fingers for a moment longer then bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand, first one, then the other. He then looked up at her smiling and closed his eyes in pleasure as she stroked his cheek and brushed through his hair lovingly. When she traced his lips with her thumb, he gave a small kiss on it and smiled at her.
"We should go to Ten Forward." he said silently "Are you feeling prepared for it?"
She leaned close to his face and playfully brushed the tip of her nose against his. "I feel prepared for something very different, Deadpan!" she murmured, then smiling tilted her head and kissed him gently at first - and he couldn't resist. She took his upper lip between hers and lightly licked it, while she slid her arms around his neck. Then she slipped her tongue between his lips, and as he met her explorations, she felt a change in his embrace. She knew he wanted her. When she felt his hands tighten on her waist and then slowly started to slid up her sides until he reached her shoulders, she knew he wanted her bad. So bad, that he took her face into his palms and suddenly breaking away from her, looked at her almost desperate. She could see he was fighting himself, but this time, she didn't want his rationality to win!
She pushed him back to sit on his heels and sat onto his lap, straddling him, her skirt still pulled up above her knees. Her arms held him firmly against her, then she slowly took one of her arms away from around his shoulders, took his hand into hers and looked deep into his eyes. He watched her mesmerized as she gently put his hand on the bare skin of her knee and guiding his hand, made him stroke the length of her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress, up to her hip. She kissed him again - and this time, she knew, he barely had any rational thought remaining in his head. He responded fully, pulling her against him and holding her to his arousal by grabbing her butt. They moaned in union at the sensation.
She then suddenly broke away and gazed into his half-closed eyes hazy with desire. She pushed herself up to a standing position and took half a step back from him. He looked at her petrified, gaping, not having enough free resources to ask - or to even guess - what she was about to do. She stared into his eyes from above him, breathless for a long moment. Then slowly, seductively, she put her palms flat on her thighs. Barely moving her hands and fingers, she pulled her skirt upward. Inch by inch the fabric slid up and up, exposing more and more of the skin of her legs. When the fabric only covered half of her shapely thighs, she reached under it at her sides only with her thumbs. Hooking her thumbs into the thin fabric of her panty, she then slowly started to pull it down. The skirt of the dress covered everything, her panty, her fingers, her hips, her skin - but the movement spoke for itself, and she could see that he was close to losing his wits on watching what she was doing. When she reached her knees with her hands, she let the garment fall to the ground, her dress once again covering her legs, and she stepped out of her underwear to stand in front of him, where he knelt there before her. They stared into each other's eyes for a very long moment filled with sultry desire.
He suddenly stood up and crushing her into a tight embrace kissed her fully on the lips. She smiled into it knowing exactly how he felt. She slid her hands up his back and sank her nails into his shirt and skin. He let go of her mouth for an instant to let her catch her breath but then kissed her again pushing through lips and teeth until he met her soft tongue with his own. She slid her hands down his back and pulled his hips against her, while he sank his fingers into her soft hair and pulled her face even closer to his as if he wanted to devour her.
She then tried to break away from him to put her hands to his chest and start to unbutton his shirt, but he didn't let her to move.
"Emma, please!" he pleaded "Please!" his voice broke from his desires overpowering all his self-control.
She took his face into her palms lovingly "Don't beg, baby! Don't!" she whispered breathlessly "I know! I can't bear it either anymore! Ah..." she moaned as he caught her mouth with his again.
When he gave her another short moment to catch her breath, and went on with kissing her neck, she whispered helplessly attracted to him "I'm yours! Here and now! On the floor or against the wall if you wish, I don't care how! I'm all yours!"
At this, some measure of rationality crept back into his mind. He gazed at her and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth again then shook his head "No. No, it would not be comfortable for you. You would not enjoy it as much as I want you to!"
Emma smiled still very much out of breath "Oh, I would enjoy anything anywhere with you!" she chuckled softly taking in another shaky breath. Her heart just wanted to leap out of her chest - just as his! she felt. "We'll have plenty of time for comfort later!" she mumbled before he claimed her mouth hungrily again.
And then all of a sudden, it dawned on both of them. There was no more time! It was a wonder the Captain didn't throw her into the brig right away, when he saw that she was on the holodeck instead of her quarters where he had confined her to. Even if Beverly or Data himself would talk to Picard, there was a very real chance that Emma had to leave the ship in a matter of days.
They broke away, and she looked at him now with tears in her eyes. She didn't want to leave! Not now! Not now when he was there with her! Data could very well see that she was scared - an emotion she never let anybody see, only him. He shook his head stubbornly and took her face into his palms "No, Emma! Stop this!" he told her firmly, and she gazed into his eyes confused. He gave her a light kiss on the lips then looked into her eyes again "I have found you. Among billions of people in the universe. Those are very very low chances, you might not even want to know the odds." She had to smile and sniffled as he wiped away a stray tear from her face. He went on "I am not going to lose you now that I found you! And certainly not in this way!" he promised her, and she couldn't fight herself anymore, she just had to believe him.
He tightened his embrace once again on her, and she buried her face into his shoulder "And yes, we will have plenty of time for this." he told her "I am not going to let fright or desperation make us spoil our first time together." he told her on a firm, stubborn voice. She raised her head and looked at him amazed. This time, he took the lead. This time, he wasn't a teenager trying to find his role in a relationship. He was a grown man. Strong and decisive. Knowing exactly what he had to and what he wanted to do. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his eyes.
He then smiled at her and sighing let her go - oh, it was just so much harder to do than to say! Then took her hand "Let us go to Ten Forward. I will talk to the Captain. And hopefully, Doctor Crusher will as well! We will not let you leave!" Emma simply couldn't find her voice to answer. She just tightened her squeeze on his hand and prayed he understood how she felt for him by only looking into her eyes.
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