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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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Emma and Data entered his quarters feverishly kissing. He threw his jacket - which he'd taken off minutes before, in the turbolift - carelessly to the ground then circled her with his arms once more trying to find the fastenings of her long dress on the back. As she felt him opening her dress, she slid her hands from his hair to his chest and started to unbutton his shirt.
He broke away and tried to look into her eyes, but she cuddled up to him and started to nuzzle and kiss his neck just under his ear - she knew he loved that. He responded with a grunt of pleasure and by pulling her closer and kissing her shoulder. "Emma..." he called on a soft voice. She raised her head from his neck and claimed his mouth hungrily, when she finally managed to open his shirt. She slid her palms over his body down to his waistline, and he needed to grab hold of his last remaining rationality to break away from her "Em..." he called again.
"Hmm?" she glanced into his eyes, but her gaze just fell helplessly back to his moist lips.
"If you want to stop... please tell me now... before I lose all my ability to think clearly." he told her cupping her cheek tenderly, and she could see how hard this was for him to say - and she could feel it too.
Her heart wanted to leap out, and her breath was caught by his nearness and his loving words. She knew he would have stopped a thousand times if she wanted him to, no matter how hard it'd be for him. And this thought made her feel so safe, so secure... But she just didn't want to get lost in the heartbreaking tenderness of the moment, or in the thought that no man had ever been this selfless, this patient with her - for her! She wanted this night to be fun for him! So she just gave him one of her teasing little smirks and pushed herself up to his now bare chest circling his neck with her arms "Don't ya like to be surprised?"
His eyebrows ran up and as a chuckle blurted out of her mouth at his expression, a moment later he joined her in her amusement shaking his head "You are..." but he was just lost for words.
"Evil? Cruel? The wicked witch of the west? Just say whatever is on your mind."
"I'd rather demonstrate whatever I have on my mind." he told her on a low voice and kissed her again pushing through lips and teeth to meet her tongue with his. Then reached up to her shoulder and started to ease her out of her dress.
She suddenly broke away "Wait!" she whispered.
He looked at her disbelievingly - was she serious? or was this just another teasing? Her expression seemed serious, so he grudgingly but resignedly let her dress go and just held her gently by the waist without making her feel trapped. He tried very hard not to show the disappointment he really felt. "Okay..." he whispered.
"No, no! I meant..." she looked at him embarrassed "I just meant, I don't want to be the first to get undressed."
"So you do wish to..."
She just kissed him deep and tried to push his shirt off his shoulders as an answer. He understood, and never letting her lips go, pulled the garment out of his trousers, and took it off.
She ran her hand up over his bare back then down again and marvelled in the feel of his skin and flesh and bones. Oh, he was just so perfect!
He broke away from her and smiled at her "You want me to strip down for you as you previously expressed in the corridor."
She giggled embarrassed "I just want to look at you." she whispered.
He leaned close to her face pulling her to himself tightly "I want to look at you too." he told her trying to catch her gaze. She just shut her eyes and let a painful expression cloud her features for a fraction of a second. He knew she was still unsure of herself, so he gave her a light kiss on the lips and smiled at her "Let's do this together! I have to admit, I feel a certain amount of embarrassment also. It'd be comforting to do this with you."
She finally returned his smile and nodded. He let her go and took half a step back from her. "To put ourselves at ease, we may as well proceed with the least embarrassing pieces of garment: shoes. That is, if you approve." he told her on an almost professional voice.
She smiled then chuckled and nodded "I approve. And I also approve of the fact that you take the lead. Just as if we were dancing." she told him shyly.
He smiled delighted and complying, he knelt on one knee before her. She giggled at the situation "It is a little early for that, Deadpan."
He frowned and looked over her then down at himself, then realizing what the way he was kneeling before her symbolized, smiled in wonder "But at least you didn't say 'no' right away!"
She laughed out loud and stroked his hair tenderly "You're just amazing!"
He reached up for her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissed her fingers softly. He then slid his hand up her arm until he reached the line of her tiny waist then slipped his hand around it. Then slowly, sensually, he moved his hand over her hip and her thigh until he reached the curve of her knee. He then reached down with his other hand and eased her foot out of her shoe. She watched his ministrations feeling her cheeks burn with excitement.
He moved over to her other foot and gently helping her out of her shoe again, he spoke on his usual silent voice "Did you know that there was a time when gentlemen used to drink champaign from the shoe of the Prima Donna after a performance on stage?" He looked up into her eyes "It was the ultimate act of respect for the lady and her beauty."
She stared into his eyes for a long moment as he knelt there before her gazing into her eyes with the exact same devotion she felt for him. This time, she was the one who smiled with childlike wonder feeling an emotion she hadn't for a very-very long time. No matter that it was too early. No matter that they barely knew each other. It was there. She felt she again blushed deeply, and she tried to stifle the feeling.
She smiled at him teasing "Did you know, Deadpan, that all of these small, unimportant things that you decide to elaborate on at the strangest of moments would drive me to nuts if they were coming from anyone else but you? But you somehow make them sound so interesting." They chuckled together, and then she shrugged trying to seem nonchalant "It must be the synthehol."
He decided to try to this once play along "Well, since the misconception of being intoxicated by synthetic alcohol emerged several times tonight, would you like me to elaborate on the ingredients of the beverage you'd enjoyed at my mother's place? Maybe a chemical analysis might help you understand how synthetic wine could never make you feel like real wine does." he offered helpfully.
She squinted pouting thoughtfully "Hmm... There's a dilemma: chemistry lesson versus having sex. Let me think..."
"No need to think about it in terms of versus. I'm perfectly capable of multitasking. And based on statistics, female humans are good at it too. We might as well test if this hypothesis fits you as well." he told her matter of factly.
She laughed out loud and taking his face between her hands, planted a loud kiss on his lips. Then breaking away, she remained bent and looked into his eyes "I'd prefer you going on with what you've started." she whispered.
"With the analysis?" he raised his eyebrows remaining as deadpan as ever.
She frowned "You're getting good at teasing, but you still have no idea when to quit and turn serious, babe! Now would be as good a time as any!"
"Understood!" he told her on a low voice and pulled her in for another kiss. When he let her mouth go, she straightened, and he went on with taking his own shoes and socks off. He then stood up and took her back into his arms. When she leaned to him to kiss him, he held up a forefinger "Ah! A moment, please!" he then raised his chin "Computer!" it chirped in response "Place the combadges of Lieutenant Jones and myself in Do-Not-Disturb mode, lock the door and decrease illumination of both rooms to 20 percent, please." The computer chirped in compliance, and the lights dimmed into an intimate semi-darkness. Emma couldn't help but felt grateful for it and her embarrassment diminished at least by a degree.
He kissed her then and started to peel her dress off her again. This time she didn't protest and let the garment fall from her body to the ground and pool around her feet. He helped her step out from it and tried not to stare at her curves as if his eyes might fall out, though his sexuality programming was literally ramming his skull from the inside to speed up and just take her where they were standing so pressed together on the floor. He made himself ignore the ever more urging prompts, so he could concentrate on her needs and held his desires in check - at least tried to do everything to do so.
He kissed her, while he slid a hand to her bra - under the dress, she needed to wear one - and undid the clasp with a single motion. Her eyes snapped open in utter surprise, and she broke away "Wow, you're practised!"
He considered the statement for a second then shook his head nonchalantly "Not really. However, I did study the possible clasps of bras before to be prepared."
She chuckled and shook her head disbelievingly then kissed the surprise away from his lips. He then pressed his palms over her bladebones and gently slid the bra from her back and shoulders forward. Despite the warmth of his hands, her skin became goosebumped at the sensual touch as he slid the garment off her arms never breaking their kiss and let it fall to the ground. By the time she reached for the fastenings of his pants, her hands were trembling. He slid his hands down her sides, following the feminine curves of her body, palms brushing the sides of her panty, then he reached around and did the job for her: he undid his trousers. Her breath was caught as he let her push his pants down, and she sighed into the long kiss with unsuppressible excitement.
The garment fell to the ground, and he pulled her hips against his to let her feel how much he wanted her. She moaned at the sensation and broke away to sigh "Oh, god!" then kissed him again holding him tightly by the waist. He slid his hands up her back and shoulders, and took her face into his hands pushing his fingers into her long hair. He pulled her mouth even closer teeth clattering as he pushed his tongue into her mouth even deeper.
She slid her hands to his butt and pulled him to her, in response, he moved his hands down her body once again and hooking his thumbs into her panty, he started to pull it down. Her breathing quickened and her pulse spiked as he let her last piece of garment fall to the ground and he put his hands to her now bare hips. He broke away for a moment "It's your turn now..." he whispered gazing intensely into her eyes. She swallowed hard, and he self-consciously added "It is worth mentioning that whatever you see now or will be about to see in a moment's time is just the system defaults. Most of these values are adjustable. For instance, most of my measures or my follicle production rate. To your requirements. Of course, between predefined ranges that is."
Her jaw dropped "Serious?" she blurted on a thin voice dumbstruck.
He glanced away a little uncomfortable "Of course. I would not tease you with SUCH a thing."
She chuckled in wonder "Am I the luckiest gal in the universe or what." she blurted again.
He smiled shyly "I don't know about that. However, I will endeavour to make you feel that way."
She smiled tenderly and stroked his cheek. Then looked at him still a little worried and asked the one question she was most anxious about "What if we screw up, Deadpan? I mean, what if it'll be really very-very bad? How are we gonna go on? Are we gonna break up? Or keep on trying or..."
"Em..." he took her hand from his face into his "Based on our previous attempts at pleasuring each other's bodies, do you seriously believe that it could be 'really very-very bad'? Baby, it does not have to be perfect the first time, however I refuse to let us consummate our bodily relationship with that fear hanging above us that we will 'screw up'. It will be something new. Something unique to us. However, I do believe that it will be something essentially good."
She sighed nodding, knowing he was right "Forgive me I just... it's just I've been married for ten years and..." she shrugged and glanced away now really embarrassed "Though I had a lot of reasons to and many opportunities came along, I was stupid enough never to cheat on him. I ...For eight years, he was the only one and... after that I was alone." she admitted - and just hated herself to bring this up JUST NOW. Shit, why did she have to ruin the moment every freaking time?!
However, Data reacted in a very surprising way - very much true to himself. He smiled at her cocking his head curiously "Do you really wish me to condemn you for being a faithful lover?"
She finally let on a small smile "No, it's just..."
"Or you feel that what we're about to do is... unethical in some fashion."
"No!" she shook her head firmly "It is over. It IS only on paper."
"So then what makes you doubt yourself?" he asked smiling forgivingly.
She chuckled shaking her head, not seeing now how she could have doubted anything: "I don't know, I call on syntheholic influence, your honor, Mr. Judge!"
"You do require that chemistry lesson, it would seem!"
She planted a small kiss on his lips "Later, Deadpan." she whispered and claiming his mouth, she pushed her hands into his boxers at his hips and slid them down. With their chit-chatting, his arousal lessened just enough that she could slide the garment off of him without any adjustments. He pulled her to him, and she feeling his nude body against hers kissed him even harder.
They stumbled out from among the heaps of clothing on the floor into his sleeping area. Seeing his cat in the middle of the bed, Data broke away from her lips for a moment "Spot, we'll require the bed!"
"I don't care about the bed!" Emma moaned, and kissed him deeply again.
Yes, why not? He could pick her up and enter her from below. Or drive her against the wall until she screams from pleasure. Or just lie her on the ground... No, no, none of those positions would be sufficiently comfortable for her! They needed to get used to each other before engaging in anything so extreme. - However, the thought itself was hot enough to make his sexuality programming prompt him furiously for control! But it was not yet time! He needed to...
The result of his internal struggle was some more furious kissing and their landing on their sides on the bed mercifully beside and not on top of a very sleepy AND cranky Spot. The cat left her napping place with a loud hiss of resentment and disappeared in the working area.
"Poor girl!" Emma breathed as he turned her on her back and lay above her.
"Don't worry... I'll conciliate her with some tuna... tomorrow..." he told her between kisses.
"Good that you added that, or I'd have the impression that you would jump up any minute to feed her. Ah..." she told him in one breath as he started to kiss her neck and ear.
He looked at her and put a forefinger on her lips "Hush now, Ms. Jones! No teasing in our bed!" and to give emphasis of his statement, he reached between the two of them and gently brushed a finger against her wetness. It was a feather-like touch, but it made her moan in pleasure.
"Ah... you said no teasing! Oh! Oh, god!"
"No verbal teasing then to be accurate enough to your liking, Ms. Jones!"
"Yes, sir..." she told him on a breathless whisper.
He took his finger away from her making her squirm under his hips helplessly for a moment, then gave her a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and mirth, and in a moment, he disappeared from her view - but she could feel very well where he was.
His lips left a wet trail on her skin wherever he kissed her. She vaguely thought that he had a wish of kissing literally every inch of her skin. He went from her neck over her collarbone then down between her breasts. He made a mental map of her skin in his mind, discovering each little birthmark or unevenness of her skin - and all her reactions she gave for his touching them. She was so human! And so beautiful! Every part of her body suggested the profound mixture of spontaneity and harmony of nature - so much at odds with his own body shouting of premeditated quality. He was just hoping that for a short time when their bodies would finally join, he could forget about how far he was from the one thing he was coveting most through dissolving into oneness with her humanity.
He slowly reached her hips - by which time, she was squirming under him gasping for breath. When he started kissing her at the one place that he knew she was the most sensitive, she moaned silently gripping the bedclothes around her. He went on pleasuring her, letting his programming take some of the control he dared not to give completely over to it yet. He needed to make sure she was in compliance with everything he would be doing, and didn't want to have even a fraction of a second of hesitating in stopping, if she gave any sign of him doing something not to her liking.
...It was well after the specified amount of time when according to his programming he should have felt her climax, when he finally decided that he needed a change in technique, but most of all, needed to check whether she was alright. From her intense reactions, he was sure, she was close, VERY close, yet something kept her from coming. He needed to understand, so he raised himself from between her legs and putting his fingers to her wetness, he lay above her to catch her gaze.
As she opened her eyes, he could very well see that they were hazy with desire, and she moaned helplessly looking into his eyes. "Ah... I'm sorry..." she whispered "It-It's so good... It's so good, baby, but I just can't... I'm so sorry..." she whispered struggling hard with the powerful sensations and against the frustration her overwhelming sense of inadequateness made her feel.
"Shh..." he kissed her on the lips tenderly and went on drawing gentle circles with his fingers around her center "Don't rush yourself, baby! We're here. We have time. I certainly won't get tired! Just close you eyes..." he whispered, and she obeyed with a breathless whimper as he nuzzled her ear with his nose and went on a soft voice as he increased the speed of his caress "Let yourself take the time. Let yourself give in to it! You're very close now! Give yourself over to it!"
And it was as if his words cast a spell on her body, her nails sank into his arm and back, she arched her back and stopped breathing for a few mindless moments of pleasure. He drew out the last bit of her climax from her gently and then just left his hand where it rested between her legs in her wetness. He waited for her breathing to calm down and when it did, she weakly turned into him and slid her arms around his body. He obeyed her unspoken wish and cuddled her close, finally taking his hand away from her center. And it was in that tender moment that understanding began to dawn on him. After a few seconds, he noticed that she was silently weeping - and he felt his heart break under it.
He raised his head and gently stroked her cheek wiping her rolling tears.
"Thank you..." she whispered on such a grateful voice that he felt his own eyes filled with tears. He needed to ask.
"Em... Was this ...your first?" his own voice seemed thin in his ears.
She sniffed and turned her gaze away ashamed "No, it... it has happened before... sometimes..."
It was a peculiar mixture of emotions that coursed through him hearing that one word. Sometimes... He felt his own tears roll down his cheeks from such a profound sadness that he rarely ever felt. Sometimes. He did also feel happy that he of all men could make her feel that way! And he could make sure to always make her feel that way as long as they were a couple. But there was something else as well. And the more times he replayed that one word over and over in his head, this thought just covered his mind like a black cloak taking the place of all other feelings: she was married for ten years, eight of which she spent living with her husband. Sometimes! Eight years, and that bastard never cared enough to notice! Sometimes!!! He felt as if pure fire rushed through his mental pathways! And he hoped that the man would NEVER come anywhere near them for his sake!
She reached up and wiped his tears away with her thumb, snapping him out of his crippling reverie. He saw her wistful smile. "I'm so sorry to ruin this night for you." her clarity of thought returned and with it a little bit of her shield of self-irony as well "I wanted it to be fun and now... here we are, two miserable cry-babies blubbering because of me."
"Oh, shut up..." he whispered and crushed her into a tight embrace. He pressed his lips to her cheek for a long moment, then raised his head and looked deep into her eyes "I promise you! It will ALWAYS be this way! Always, Emma! I promise you!" he told her on a firm voice.
She stroked his cheek again and smiled a sad smile "You don't need to promise, Data. I know you're a great guy. I just don't want you to feel obliged to make up for something that you had no responsibility in." she somehow suddenly felt bad about this whole. For ruining his night, for crying, for making him cry - or just simply because he now learned more about her in a few moments than anyone ever knew just by paying so full attention to her - and it was terrifying...
Data tried to get a grip on his emotions running wild and took a deep breath to calm himself. He then tried to smile and leaning above her gave her a kiss on the forehead. He then cocked his head to one side "I understand that for ladies, this is rather a process of learning and practising, rather than an automatic sensation. Therefore I suggest taking a refreshment course."
She laughed softly "With the best instructor ever? Oh, I'd be silly to refuse! But..." she combed through his dishevelled hair "What about you? We should be paying attention to your needs as well! I want to give you pleasure the way you have given me!"
He smiled and taking her hand kissed her fingers one by one then looked at her with sparkling eyes "Do you think that giving you pleasure does not give me pleasure? Do you think that seeing you feeling so overwhelmed by what I'm doing does not give me pleasure? Do you think feeling you under my fingers, under my lips does not give me pleasure?" and he slipped a hand between her legs again drawing a sound out of her that was halfway between a moan and a sigh - and she was again lost under his touch.
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