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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Neara flew from engineering to the turbolift she knew Data would come off of shortly. The doors opened and she had to hold herself back – it wasn’t Data but another crew member. She waited and this time it was him. She flung herself at him rapidly kissing his face. He looked somewhat startled, but then pleased.
“I nearly jumped on the unsuspecting person riding this lift before you!” Neara laughed. “I suppose I could say all Ahmriana are like this – they would never know.”
They started towards Neara’s quarters, Data walking and Neara floating in front of him facing him. “Perhaps it would be an enjoyable surprise for them,” Data speculated.
“Was it an enjoyable surprise for you?” she asked.
Data thought for a moment, “Yes. You bring me many enjoyable experiences.”
“That is good you think so, because I have more enjoyable experiences planned for you when we get home,” Neara smiled and kissed him.

When Data wasn’t working the night watch, their time off duty was spent first making love, then eating, then doing an activity together such as painting or reading or watching a movie or playing music, then dancing, then Neara wanted to make love again before going to sleep. Spot would curl up and purr and sleep with them. They made love each morning before leaving for duty. Neara said that was more important than eating, but she did eat on her way to engineering.
Data was becoming very accustomed to Neara’s sensory input patterns. He looked forward to seeing her when he came off the turbolift, he looked forward to making love and dancing and being together. He enjoyed watching her sleep and touching her gently while she was sleeping. It was very intimate – more intimate than he had ever been with another being. It seemed as though something profound was stirring inside him, just out of reach.
Today Data was going to see Neara in engineering when he went to help Geordi with a project that would need Data’s speed. When he got there, Neara was hovering by an open ceiling panel, and she gave him a beaming smile and a wave. He waved back.
Jenna D’Sora was sitting at a station to monitor the project and shut things down if necessary. “Hi Data,” she said.
“Hello Jenna,” he greeted.
“OK Data, I’m going to need you here,” Geordi directed. “I’m going to have Neara make adjustments to the flow capacitors and you’ll need to quickly adjust the flow modulators to compensate so the system doesn’t crash. I think we can boost output performance by twenty percent with this adjustment.”
“Everyone ready?” he asked. All replies were affirmative. “OK Neara, you can start now.”
Neara had her arms way up in the panel and started adjusting. Data was moving at lightning speed.
“Neara, I will need you to slow down,” Data requested. Geordi looked on, astonished. He looked to see how fast Neara was moving, but her hands weren’t visible inside the panel. “I need you to slow down more,” he requested again. “A little more,” he paused, “that will do.”
The adjustments continued for fifteen minutes and then they were done. “Wow, I expected that to take over an hour. I didn’t know Ahmriana could move so fast. Good job everyone!” Geordi said in stunned acknowledgment.
Neara floated down and took Geordi’s arm and raised it in the air. She said, “I saw this in a human movie. They hit hands and cheer in celebration.” She high-fived Geordi and started cheering. She continued cheering and went to Data and raised his arm and did the same, then ran around the console cheering to high-five Jenna. Jenna couldn’t help but laugh.
She came back to Geordi and said, “I also saw this,” and had him make a fist and fist-bumped him, then pulled her hand away, spreading her fingers wide and making a sound, poaawwhh, feigning an explosion. They both laughed and she went to Data then Jenna doing the same thing.
She cheered again when she was done, arms waving in the air, spinning in a circle. Jenna and Geordi were laughing and Data was looking on in wonderment. She stopped spinning and laughed with them.
“Alright, we have finished early. Does that mean we can go off duty early?” Neara asked Geordi.
“Yeah, that’ll be fine,” Geordi agreed.
“Let us go, ka’lee,” and she took Data by the hand and they quickly left engineering.
“She seems really nice,” Jenna said wistfully.
“Yeah. She’s a bit of a nut,” Geordi chuckled, “I like her. You can leave early too if you want,” and he turned and went back to work.

Later in the week Geordi chided Data, telling him he needed to come up for air and maintain his friendships. Neara agreed they should go out and see friends, so they made plans to meet them in Ten Forward.
Geordi, Riker, Troi, and Dr Crusher were all there. Crusher knew Neara because Neara had agreed to have her physiology examined. It was proving to be a fascinating study for Crusher, given Ahmriana’s advanced psi and harmonic manipulation abilities. The information would also be helpful if the Federation ever needed to medically treat them.
Geordi was bent over the table confidentially, telling Riker about the fifty-seven times Data and Neara had intercourse in their first week together. Riker looked amazed and impressed, “Wow, it’s a good thing he’s a machine!”
“That’s exactly what I thought!” agreed La Forge.
Neara and Data came in hand-in-hand. Neara was wearing a long dress with a high slit exposing one leg as she walked. Her leg was covered in beautiful artwork – a vine with exotic flowers and leaves snaking around her leg up under the dress.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Riker gestured to her leg admiringly.
“You like?” she asked. “Data did it. It goes all the way around,” and she proceeded to hike up her dress showing the vine snaking over her buttocks. The others were a bit embarrassed, but Data and Neara didn’t notice. They went to sit down.
“This is the second one he has done. The first was an Endoran Phoenix,” Neara described. “It went from my left hip across my belly stretching over my right breast. It was quite beautiful. It lasted for a week before fading away.”
“It makes for a challenging canvas,” Data explained. “I have to make certain the art doesn’t warp objectionably with body motion. Her breast was particularly challenging, because Neara was lying down while I was painting her, and I wanted to make certain the tail feathers would translate whether recumbent or upright. Also if her nipple was erect or not.”
“Holy sheesh,” Riker muttered and rubbed his forehead with his hand. The others were equally flustered and fidgeted in their seats.
“What is wrong?” Data asked.
Neara looked at the group and turned to Data. “You make them think of sex,” she explained under her breath.
“That was not my intention,” he asserted.
“I know,” she said and patted his hand. “Let us talk of other things. Do you get back to your home planets very often?”
The subject successfully changed, they conversed easily and laughed often. Neara had an effortless sexuality that Riker knew was totally lost on Data. When her fingers were sticky she had Data lick them off, the body painting was certainly her idea, and her lack of inhibition was punctuated by her obvious lack of underwear. She touched him sensually and often, looking at him like he was the most marvelous thing she had ever seen. Sometimes she looked at him like she was mentally undressing him and thinking about the things she was going to do to him. Yes, it was all totally lost on Data… the lucky guy.
Neara got up to get another drink and Crusher said to Data, “Things seem to be going really well for you and Neara.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “I believe I found a species who are compatible with me.”
“A species, not just Neara?” Crusher asked.
“I have spoken with Neara’s family on more than one occasion,” Data explained, “and they find me charming and say I am very beautiful. And Neara has informed me that any Ahmriana would find me attractive because they are attracted to good and kind beings. So I extrapolate that I could have a successful relationship with any Ahmriana.”
“You might not want to tell her that Data,” said Troi, “she might think she wasn’t special to you.”
“Who would think they were not special to Data?” Neara had returned in time to hear the tail end of Troi’s comment.
“They are concerned you would not feel special because I extrapolate that I could have a successful relationship with any Ahmriana,” Data explained.
“Yes, he is right,” Neara agreed. “He could have a successful relationship with any Ahmriana. This is so, but I am here first. Ha, ha!” she mock laughed and the rest couldn’t help but laugh along at her blithe reaction.
The group found it interesting to watch Data and Neara together. They were so different and yet similar. She was free and happy and he was contained and placid. But like Data, she would become confused by human behaviors and customs. She looked to him for guidance, which made sense, given Data had gone through a learning curve himself. Although this also meant if Data was unaware of a situation, they would both carry on equally clueless. Neara also didn’t use contractions, but the group wasn’t sure if she had difficulty with them or if she was picking that up from Data.
Food was brought to the table and instantly Neara’s spoon floated up and went to Geordi’s plate, scooped up some food, and flew to Neara’s mouth. She went to do the same thing to Riker’s plate and Data put a hand on her to stop her.
“Humans do not take food off each other’s plates,” Data instructed.
“No?” she paused, then laughed, “I am sorry. I am still learning.”
“That’s alright,” Geordi assured, “we’ve all had to learn about other cultures.”
“But may I ask, how do you know what you like if you do not try many items?” Neara questioned.
“You try them over time, and eventually you get to know what you like,” explained La Forge.
“Is much easier to try many at once, but I learn patience along with culture!” she laughed.
During their conversation, they discovered that Ahmriana loved to dance. “Why don’t you have an Ahmrian dance party?” Crusher suggested. “You could program the holodeck as a dance club and invite the crew.”
“They would like that?” Neara asked.
“Yes,” Troi answered, “I think they would really enjoy that.”
“I haven’t been dancing in a long time,” Geordi commented. “I think that would be great!”
“Alright then,” Neara declared, “I will do it.” And she planned a dance for seven days’ time.

In keeping with their commitment to see friends, Data had scheduled a chess match with Captain Picard. They were leaving the bridge and Data said he would retrieve his chess set and bring it to the Captain’s quarters when Picard said, “I’ll come with you.” Picard thought this would be a good opportunity to get more information.
“I understand you’ve been dating Neara Na Ahta. How did you meet?” he asked.
“I met her when she was doing work on the bridge,” Data replied.
“And you saw each other again and decided to go on a date?” Picard questioned.
“No. When we met on the bridge, she asked me to show her the ship and meet my friends, because she did not know many people. I did so that same evening. Afterwards, she asked me on a date for the following evening. We have been a couple since then,” Data informed.
“She’s from Ahmria,” Picard observed. “How did she end up here? It’s a long way from home.”
“Neara said she did work for the Federation and they owed her a favor. She wanted to see the universe, so she thought a galaxy class ship would be a wonderful experience. She did say she offered help so she would not just be along for the ride,” Data elucidated. “She did not want to be treated as a pampered passenger.”
“What work did she do for the Federation for them to owe her this favor?” Picard inquired.
“She has said it is classified. I am certain you could find that information yourself Captain, if you are interested,” Data assured. Little did he know not even Picard could access her records.
They arrived at Data’s quarters and Picard waited as Data went into the other room to fetch his chess set. He rounded the corner and Neara pounced on him.
“Hah, I surprise you!” she rejoiced as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him repeatedly.
“You did not surprise me,” Data informed between kisses. “I heard your heartbeat.”
“Oh, you cheat!” she goaded.
“I did not cheat,” Data defended, “it is the way I am built.”
“And you are built very nicely,” Neara cooed and stroked his back. “I know you are to play chess with your Captain, but I thought perhaps we could have a quickie before. That is what humans call it, ‘a quickie’?”
She went to pull his pants down and Data stopped her, “Captain Picard is already here, waiting in the front room.”
“Oh,” she laughed, “no quickie.” She walked into the front room and Data grabbed his chess set and followed her.
Neara smiled and reached out her hand in greeting, “Hello Captain Picard. It is very good to meet you.”
Picard had heard their entire interaction and felt a bit uncomfortable, but quickly pulled himself together. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Na Ahta,” he said and shook her hand.
“Neara is fine. I will leave you to play your game. Goodbye ka’lee, I will see you tonight,” and she gave Data a lingering kiss then flew out the door.
Data and Picard followed. Picard was disappointed, she left before he had a chance to ask her questions. Perhaps there would be another opportunity, sometime soon.

During the week, Neara went to see Counselor Troi for her harmonic healing session. She had missed the week before, spending her time with Data. But she was still weak, and the sessions were necessary and a great help to her. She knew she was fortunate that someone with psi ability was on the ship. Most humans would not have the necessary strength to raise the correct vibrations. When she first started with Deanna, she had to instruct her on what she needed. Now Deanna was able to perform the vibrations with skill and ease.
They greeted each other warmly, then Neara lay on the couch, shoes off, and closed her eyes. Deanna started by holding her feet, drawing the energy down Neara’s body. Then she went up and touched her head, drawing the energy there. She went back down and drew a line with her hands up the center of Neara’s body, then stretched her arms wide in a circle and drew her hands up Neara’s body again. She did this three times. Deanna then went down to Neara’s root chakra and placed her mouth about five centimeters above it. She sang a very low aahhh sound over it until she ran out of breath. Then she moved up to the sacral chakra and sang a higher pitched aahhh over it. She moved up all seven chakras, raising her pitch, until she was at the top of Neara’s head. She sang a high pitch into the crown of her head, and Neara lit up with a beautiful indigo-aquamarine glow. It was the same color as her eyes, Ahmrian blue, as the artists now called it.
Deanna started again with the first chakra and went through all the vibrations a total of three times. When she got to Neara’s crown, she made the vibration and waited a minute. Then she placed both hands over her crown and gently blew on them. The glow rippled and started to fade. Then she went to Neara’s feet and held them until the glow faded completely.
“Oh thank you Deanna, I feel much better now,” Neara complimented.
“You’re very welcome,” she replied warmly. “I missed you when you didn’t come last week. I quite enjoy doing your healing – it’s such a change from what I normally do.”
“I know I need it so I have to tear myself away,” Neara said.
“It’s like that in a new relationship,” Deanna said understandingly. “Even though I’ve been married to Will for two years, I can still remember the feeling.”
“And perhaps you can even feel mine?” Neara asked.
“Yes,” Deanna laughed, “I can definitely feel yours.”
“I know, it is crazy. I will come in one day a babbling idiot, you will see,” Neara confided. “Data studies everything I do and remembers exactly what I like and exactly how I like it. He touches me in one place, and then sees how I like it – if I like it more than another place, how hard or soft I like it, how long to touch. He does this with everything. He makes me feel so good, and is making it better and better, eventually my head will explode in orgasm, and that is how I will come in a babbling idiot, drool out the side of my mouth. Enjoy me as I am now, because I am not certain how long it will last.”
“Perhaps I should have Data speak to Will,” Deanna suggested. “Becoming a drooling idiot sounds really good right about now!” And they both laughed.
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Data's Journey	By : K_nz Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Data's Journey