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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 lay on his back in the darkness and lost himself in the sensation of listening to Emma's silent breathing. She'd fallen asleep in his arms, with her head on his chest, and her arms tightly around him, but after two hours and twenty-three minutes, she stirred and rolled to her back. He had arranged the blanket around and over her so she would be warm and comfortable, and then he just lay there next to her.
He was thinking about activating his dream programming, but he had such a wonderful afterglow that he didn't want to break it. He just wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.
He lazily replayed every moment of the last few hours in his head. The way she finally gave herself over to the sensations he was making her feel. The way it felt to finally enter her... How she clutched her arms around him, how her nails dug into his skin, how she just couldn't catch her breath... And oh, she held him tight, as tight as her body did - he was actually surprised by the intense sensation of her body's embrace so firm around him, but then he understood that two years of solitude may tense up a lady's muscles. He was cautious then not to hurt her and advanced only in tiny thrusts deeper and deeper until he finally felt his way inside of her fully up to the hilt. Then she clasped her legs around his waist as if to keep him from leaving her body, to hold him there with her forever. And she stared into his eyes with such an intense gaze, he had never before seen - they shared a perfect moment of complete unity, the one he so longed for. There was no movement, no sound, only the sensation that they were one body, one soul in that eternity of a second.
But their desires urged them to continue, and he, feeling her tense up around him tightly, started to move. Oh, what a sweet struggle it was to fight his own urges and desires to always preserve at least a fragment of rationality to pay attention to her slightest of reactions. But it was worth the effort! When he reached down and started to gently stroke her, she shut her eyes with a helpless whimper. And this time, she needed a little less time to reach her summit - and it lasted a little longer. Their practice of a few hours prior did seem to pay off. When he saw her regaining her sanity, and he knew she didn't require his complete attention any longer, he finally let himself go and came with a soundless shudder following her.
It was different. Very different from anything he ever knew about bodily pleasures. Once she'd told him that there was a difference between having sex and making love. He didn't understand it then - and though his intellect still couldn't grasp how one act could have such different meanings, his emotions, his body somehow comprehended it now. He felt he needed to let her know then how much she meant to him, how much their night together meant to him, how much her trust meant to him. But he was lost for words. They just lay there in each other's arms staring into each other's eyes spellbound, neither knowing how to break away - neither wanting to break away. But finally, exhaustion caught up on Emma, and she fainted into a deep sleep. He then gathered her into his arms and held her close, stroking her hair for a few hours until she finally rolled over.
He heard Spot stirring in the neighbour room, and he got up cautiously so as not to wake Emma. He put his boxers back on - his modesty programming seemed in need of some adjustment, taking the fact into consideration that he had a lover now, and he didn't need to be embarrassed of his nudity in front of her anymore - and walked out into the workspace area.
Spot met him in the middle of the room and started a complaining meowing for not letting her sleep with them tonight.
"Shhh, Spot!" he whispered and picked her up cuddling her lovingly "We'll require some privacy in our bed in the future, but you're still welcome to join us afterwards. Come." and he took her back to the bed.
He lay down and the cat climbed on his bare chest - then started to sharpen her nails on his skin. "Spot!" he whispered trying to sound reprimanding "I've told you, you must stop doing that! I know you're used to it that I don't get hurt, but if you think you may do this on anybody else, they would get seriously wounded!"
Spot inflected a few more scratches on him before obeying, just to let him know who the boss was around here, then finally scooped up on his chest. He stroked the back of her neck "Good cat..." he whispered, and she responded with some soft purring.
He smiled turning his head and looking over to Emma. She was deeply asleep, breathing quietly through her nose, her chest heaved, her hair was all around her face - everywhere on his pillow. If there was heaven, it certainly must be like this! He mused on this a little more. The Captain told him, he was a culture of one. And most cultures had some sort of a notion of a perfect place, which was nothing but happiness. If he could choose, he decided he chose this as his culture's happy place.
After another hour and a half, Emma again stirred and rolled over. Her sleep turned shallow, and she moaned softly as she reached out for him and cuddled up to him. Her hand however met Spot's fur, and she mumbled frowning, barely opening her eyes, still half asleep "Mmm... Is that Spot I'm feeling on your chest... or you did do some adjustments on your system default values while I was asleep?"
As a reply, the cat started to purr again as Emma faintly stroked her a few times.
"It IS Spot." he answered "And you amaze me at every waking moment."
"Mmm...now, do I?" she mumbled and nuzzled her face into his shoulder and arm resting her hand next to Spot on his chest. Her eyes closed again.
"You are not even fully conscious, and you tease me even in that state of mind." he explained.
"Hhhmm..." she smiled "No teasing come to my mind now, Deadpan. Disappointed?" she sighed sleepily.
He leaned to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead "Never."
She smiled falling back to sleep "Hmm... I love you, baby. Sleep tight." She said it so naturally as if it was the way they had always said good night. And she was asleep the next moment.
He was so stunned that he even forgot to breathe for over a full minute. A very unusual prompt from his body temperature sensors made him realize, his resources were so completely overtaken by what he'd heard that even his basic functions missed a few heartbeats - including sustaining temperature by breathing.
He replayed her words in his head a few times to make sure he heard them well. He did hear them well. Did she really mean those words for HIM? Was she aware of the fact that HE was lying next to her? She did say 'sleep tight' to him which might suggest the contrary, but she had said goodnight in this fashion before - making him feel so human, so one of the many he always so longed to be! And they had been talking before even about Spot - and he doubted any other lovers of hers possessed a feline named Spot.
She did say the words. She did say them to him. Did she mean them? She'd always been so adamant about having a crush and not being in love - except for that one occasion with his mother tonight. Should he ask her tomorrow? He tried to calculate the possible outcome of such a conversation and decided he wouldn't want to face the possibility of her taking her words back by playing them on fatigue. No. That cannot happen! Nobody ever said those words to him! Nobody ever expressed affection for him in such an explicit fashion! And now that he had those words for himself, he was not prepared to give them up! He would treasure them as his most precious possessions - he placed the recording of her few words under double guard against accidental deletion - and decided he would NEVER ask! If she really felt that way, she would say the words again - if not, he still had those words for himself and the belief that for tonight, for a singular night of his eternal life, they were true!
At around dawn, after Spot had left from his chest, he finally decided to dream at least for a short time. He slid closer to Emma so their bodies touched and closed his eyes.
A few moments later, she woke and sleepily tried to get her bearings. When she felt him pressed close to her naked body, the memories of the previous night flooded her mind. Oh, god, was he amazing! In all and every way possible! She couldn't suppress the smile that crawled on her lips: oh, she would pay him back!
She turned to him where he lay there on his back, and propped herself up above his sleeping face "I wonder if I can influence your dreams." she whispered then lowered her lips to his cheek. She kissed her way over his jawline to his chin, while her hand started to explore the curves of his chest. She kissed the tip of his nose then went over to his lips - he still didn't even stir. Maybe his dreaming couldn't be changed according to what was happening to him in reality, and she realized that if he was so completely unconscious and powerless while dreaming, it must have taken a lot of trust from him to let her be with him during that time. She swept the mussed up hair from his forehead then kissed him on the cheek again lovingly.
She decided to go on with her explorations. Even if he felt nothing from it, it still may be a nice thing to wake up to your lover kissing you.
Emma was wrong. Data's dreams did take very interesting curves as she started kissing him, even if he didn't react visibly. As usual in the last few weeks, his dreams started with the play, so they were on the holodeck. However, instead of playing, they were in his character's bed, and for some unfathomable reason, he didn't have the strength to even raise his arm, while she was kissing him, so he just let her take the lead and his eyes closed. When they opened again, he was still in a bed, still in darkness, and he still felt Emma kissing him over his chest, and he was not able to decide whether he was dreaming or awake, until he checked his processes and found that the session of his dream program had terminated. It was a disorienting sensation, but somehow he didn't worry about it, his resources were otherwise occupied as he felt her lips travel over his stomach.
His pulse ran wild as his sexuality programming demanded to have control again! He was still too disoriented to deny it this time, and he just gave himself over to her kisses and caresses. His hand came up to her head, and he stroked her silky hair - he loved the feel of it under his fingers! By the time her kisses reached his hips, he was fully prepared for her, and as she eased him out of his damned boxers, he idly wondered how to take her this time: should he just pull her up to him and turn her under him? or sit her atop him? His mind was so foggy with these pleasurable thoughts that finally she was the one who decided for him: she simply took him into her mouth.
His eyes flew open: he was completely unprepared for the sensation of her delicate lips so tightly around him and her hot wet tongue pressed firmly onto him! Nobody had ever done this for him before, and though he was always curious about the particular technique, he never dared to ask anybody to conduct such an act of pleasure for him. But she seemed overly enthusiastic, and his last remaining ounces of control was hanging on a thread anyways, so with a grunt, he just gave himself over to the sensations and let her do it.
And did she know what she was doing! In a matter of minutes, he lay there helplessly squirming under her, his hands clutched the bedclothes, and this time she could very well hear his otherwise silent sounds of pleasure. She knew he was very close and also felt that he really let himself enjoy this - and she felt a measure of pride to be able to drive him so crazy. She knew he was very strong mentally, and if he wanted to, he could suppress the strongest, most urging arousal too. But this time, he just let her make him fly, and it felt wonderful that he did!
When he finally came, she welcomed the sensation with anticipation and curiosity. But what she expected never happened. She did feel his body tense up, but no other physical evidence told her that he climaxed. He didn't even whimper. When she felt his muscles relax a little, she started to let him go, but then his pleading voice took her by surprise "No, no, please continue! Please!" he begged her, and she knew better than to ask before going on with her ministrations. In a few moments, his body tensed up again, and she got the impression that he actually came a second time, now with a soft grunt escaping his lips.
She slowly let him go with a final kiss and then crawled up to him to prop herself up on her elbow on the pillow next to him. He simply cuddled tightly to her turning into her, without even opening his eyes, making her, almost demandingly so, to put her arms around his shoulders and hold him close. She stroked his hair and planted an occasional kiss on the top of his head. He tried to crawl even closer. He seemed to need this tenderness almost as much as he needed the pleasure a few moments before, and for some reason, she was moved by his silent clinging to her so much so that her breath was caught by the feeling.
After a few minutes, he finally sighed, and as she let him go to lie next to him, he rolled on his back. He stared into the darkness for a few moments as Emma took his hand. He squeezed it as tightly as he could without hurting her and then twined his fingers through hers.
How was he going to work today? How was he going to be able to let go of her? Or just to leave their warm bed? How was he going to survive long hours without even seeing her, let alone touching her?! How HAD he so far?! The thoughts were almost like some kind of a feedback loop, but he was not afraid of ending up malfunctioning - he had no resources for that with so many a thought about her and about the two of them.
He then suddenly heard her voice "May I ask you a question?" she sounded a little unsure despite herself.
He took a calm breath before answering "You know you may ask anything. Anything you like." he told her on a reverent whispered.
When she did ask, her voice was reluctant and even a little embarrassed "Did you... did you actually come twice, or it was just my imagination and inexperience with your body?"
He was instantly snapped out of his warm afterglow and felt his insides suddenly be gripped by fear. He knew this question would be coming... He turned and looked at her through the darkness. He could tell from her unfocused eyes that she could not see the details of his face, and he tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible when he asked the one question he dreaded the most. "Does it seem repulsive to you?"
She blinked shocked "Repulsive? No, why would it?"
"Because it is not the default way a human male functions." he told her on a regretful voice.
He saw her sudden frown: "And who the fu--hell cares about THAT, Deadpan?" she blurted on a low, really confused voice.
"I... I was not sure how you would take that... that my climax is very different from the human male climax - at least in physicality. The pleasure I suppose is similar."
She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned to him running her hand over his chest "I noticed it's different." she said and he could hear her smiling - and he could tell she did not comprehend how deep his inhibitions ran concerning this topic. She was just curious, and somehow it made him relax a little. She went on on a low voice "I expected you to..." she grew surprisingly timid and silent "ya know... but you didn't..." she cleared her throat.
He could see her embarrassed smile through the darknes and he tried to keep his voice as neutral as he could "The physical tokens of a human male's pleasure is not part of the default programming. There would be no biological point of it. And though I attempted to emulate the reactions of an average human male during our first coupling, I found it unreasonable to include this as well... However, if you feel the need of that to be comfortable with the thought of having me as a partner, I may produce..."
"Hush, you silly..." she put a hand over his lips and kissing his cheek then his neck, she cuddled to him and lay her head on his chest. He held her close, and she sighed smiling "Baby, how many times do I need to tell you that I want YOU, not some 'average human male'? I want to get to know you in mind as much as in body. I don't care how a human male would normally react - believe me, I may know more about that than you do actually - I want to know how YOU would react to what I'm doing, so I can learn how to give pleasure to you. Now, how would I get to that if you kept trying to live up to some imagined 'average human male' fantasy?"
He took a few moments to answer, because suddenly he felt ashamed. She was right, but it was always so much easier to just try to do as he supposed that he was expected to. Sometimes, he wasn't even sure what it meant to be himself or how he was supposed to express his needs. But he had to try to give her what she asked for. So he started on a very embarrassed voice "When you... when you gave pleasure to me just now... It was a way... you did it in such a fashion... that I have wanted to try for a long while. And never did."
She frowned stunned at this then propped herself up again and looking down at his face, she tried to make out his features - she could only see the shining of his golden eyes sometimes disappearing in the darkness as he blinked. She stroked his hair and cheek tenderly "Looks like, I'm not the only one around here ending up with lousy lovers in the past." she told him on a low voice and wished she could see his reaction because he remained silent. After a long moment, she went on on a lighter tone to lift the suddenly dreary mood "And? Did you like it? Was it the way you imagined it?"
"No! It was significantly better!"
She chuckled "Significantly. Hmmm..." she gave a light kiss on his lips "Then we will do it often, baby."
He smiled in wonder and kissed her on the lips again, this time deeply, tongue thrusting into her mouth as if to seek out his own taste, and he rolled her to her back. When he let her lips go, she barely had any air left in her lungs. "Now I have something different in mind." he whispered into her ear, and taking her hand, he put it between the two of them.
She took in a sharp breath at the hot, hard sensation "No need for recuperation?" she asked surprised.
He just shook his head "U-um." and though she couldn't make it out, he had a really mischievous smile on his lips then his silhouette disappeared and from then on she could only feel where he was.
"Oh, am I the luckiest gal in the universe! Oh... my... god!!!"
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