Deanna studied Wills back as he lowered his long frame into the chair,
allowing a slow sigh to slip past her lips as the tight uniform hugged his
frame, outlining a profile that she more and more longed to touch.
She watched the muscles ripple beneath the fabric and wanted her fingers to
follow their sensuous line, from the tight chords of his shoulder, down
along the rock hard plains of his chest and abdomen. She visibly flexed her
fingers as the image of where those fingers would end up if they got their
Deanna Troi, stalwart member of the Enterprise D, longed to trail a path
from one end of Will Rikers torso to the other, and even more so, ached
for him to do the same to her, the vision swimming before her eyes even as
she formulated the loving moans within her hungry mind.
The powerfully intimate, culminating act made her tense legs clamp shut to
somehow halt her bodys wanton response, and her heart catch in her throat
as the daydream conjured up an image that brought tiny beads of
perspiration to her body and a warmth in her loins that was rapidly
becoming banal. Too often to ignore anymore and too often for her own
She inwardly groaned as he turned his head to her, throwing her a gentle
smile. It was a smile of innocence. It was the smile of a friend. If only
he knew. If only he knew what he was doing to her as the snapshot of them
both entwined in a tangle of sweat-saturated limbs seemed to come to a full
stop in her minds eye.
Deanna groaned again, unable to keep the tiny moan from slipping through
her dry lips, but this time the moan formed words of an apology, *Forgive
me* inaudible to those around her. But as quick as she uttered the
confession, she dismissed it a fraction of a nanosecond later.
Startled as the lie hit her, she realised it was as far from the truth as
anything she had ever sworn before. Deanna sat up a little straighter,
determination etched her features, and conviction filled her soul,*No,* she
thought, *I dont want you to forgive me.*
Unable to control her emotions or the trembling that began to rack her tiny
frame, all eyes went to her face as she unsteadily came to a stand. The
need to seek solace in her own quarters became paramount as the desperation
to be on her own overwhelmed her even though she was barely half way
through her shift.
The Captains voice held a mixture of concern and surprise, "Counselor,
there a problem?" noticing her blush a little too late to change his words.
She visibly swayed as Wills concern filled her mind. He cared. He cared
enough about her for him at that moment to use her given name instead of
her rank. Even enough to pull himself to a stand, his unease stiffening his
large frame as he took a one tentative step towards her, "Deanna?"
There it was; the question. The way he said it needed so many answers but
he always knew he would only ever get one in the presence of others, "Im
fine, Commander," she pulled her tell-tale eyes away from him and back to
the captain, "I dont feel too well, Captain, may I please retire to my
quarters for a short while?"
He pulled out one arm from his back and touched her lightly on the forearm,
the frown upon his face conveying his concern, "Of course, Counselor. Do
you require medical assistance? I could get Dr..."
Deannas reply cut him off mid way, "No! no, Sir. I...I didnt
well last night, and feel a little...disorientated. I just need to lie down
for a while."
Satisfied with her answer, he nodded, "Very well, take all the time you
She saw Will take a step towards her but stopped when her eyes briefly met
his, silently imploring him to leave her be. The look was enough to halt
his steps even though his mind and eyes followed her worriedly as she
distractedly thanked her C.O. and left the bridge.
Eight pairs of eyes watched her departure until the lift doors closed,
effectively cutting not only their curiosity, but the wave of tenderness
that shed felt from Will knowing that he would probably check on her after
his shift if she didnt make it back before then. She was aware that by the
time he did come to her, her mind, her body and her soul would be intact
and coherent again. It had to be.
As the doors closed behind her, Deanna let go of the tension that had
insisted on following her all the way back to her quarters in one long
sigh, allowing herself to just stand in the centre of the room, dropping
her chin to her chest and letting it trickle out, little by little, until
at last, she felt the relief.
Forcing her feet to move towards the replicator, Deanna studied the empty
cavern before resolutely asked it for, what she considered, to be her life
saver in times of adversity, "Computer, hot chocolate, sweetened."
As she watched the steaming cup of frothy chocolate shimmer into existence
before her very eyes, she barely noticed its arrival, her thoughts
elsewhere. It was only the blink of the replicators panel that moved her
attention to what she was doing. She picked up the cup, lifting it to her
nose for the instant pick-me up sensation that the revered drink always
She began to make her way to her couch, coming to a halt before reaching
it, resolutely making her way to her bedroom instead, welcoming its
serenity as she climbed atop of the covers fully clothed, making herself
comfortable before beginning to sip at her drink.
It wasnt until shed drank the last drop that she allowed herself
continue her troubled thoughts in the hope of eradicating the problems
brewing within them, and she knew she was having a problem. She sighed with
relief at her honest admission, feeling half the battle was won.
The other half was a different problem all together.
Shuffling her bottom further down the bed, Deanna plopped her head onto the
pillow with a sigh, her muffled, "Oh, God, what am I going to do?" fell on
deaf ears, aware that her plight was one that was never going to resolved,
not even by the higher being.
Deannas eyes slipped shut in her attempt to not only shut out the images
that consumed her thoughts, but the words that ran circles around them.
Words that she didnt want anyone to hear but the one person that never
He answered his door before Deannas finger barely left the panel. To say
he was surprised to see her was an understatement. The way she had
rebuffed him on the bridge earlier still stuck in his craw, and it annoyed
him that he really didnt know why.
It was the first time shed done it to him; totally refused his concern
their friendship. When hed left the bridge some half an hour later after
her own leaving, hed discretely asked the computer of her status and had
been rewarded with the knowledge that she had indeed gone to bed and was
But as soon as his own shift had been over, it was almost as though she had
been waiting for him, for no sooner had hed gotten settled with his
dinner, hed found her on his doorstep.
With her hand still on the door-jamb, Deannas eyes briefly flicked to
before turning away, ashamed at what they were revealing, "Can I talk to
you for a minute, Will? Theres some things I want to say to you." But
dredging up the half ounce of courage shed got left, she took a deep
breath, looked him in the eye and continued, "Ive thought about this long
and hard and I have decided that I want you to know what is happening to
Will studied her harried features closely, noticing the overly bright roan
eyes, and the determination in their depths. He wasnt quite sure why he
was scared, but her statement somehow told him that he didnt like what he
was about to hear, but his perverse wonder about anything that involved
her, good or bad, had his curiosity piqued.
Turning his body slightly away from her, he made a sweep with his arm
towards his inner sanctum, but his eyes never left hers, "I think I want to
hear this sitting down. Take a seat."
For a moment Will watched her chew over his request until her decision
made, she made her way slowly to his couch. Before Will even managed to get
settled, Deannas determination to off-load whatever was troubling her made
him halt his recline, leaving him perched on the edge of the seat.
"Will, I know this is going to sound like the ramblings of an insane
woman, but all I want you to do is hear me out, okay?"
But even before Will had shook his head, she was pushing on, "I am unable
to let you go, Will..."
His shock reverberated right down to his soul at her confession, but she
hadnt noticed that shock as she ploughed on intent on unburdening her own
soul and he had to back track a little to catch up.
"I am unable to let you go, Will. I have tried and tried, and tried to
keep our relationship professional and friendly, but it is eating me alive
seeing you every day and knowing that I am as much in love with you as I
was when we first became Imzadi."
In Wills stunned silence, she took the opportunity to swallow noisily
lick her lips. Taking a deep breath, she tacked on, "You are in my dreams
every single night, and every night we are doing things that only lovers
should be doing. There are times when I want you so badly that I have to
retreat to my quarters and cry myself to sleep just sos I can dream of
loving you, and you returning that love."
Her next words brought tears to her eyes and he realised just how much of a
problem Deanna truly was having. It touched him deeper than he ever thought
possible, "Ive tried, Will, Ive really tried, but the more I try the
worse it gets. I try not to cry and I end up a mess. I try to dream of
other things, other people, but its always your face I see. Its always you,
Will thought she had finished when she finally stopped talking taking the
muffled sobs as his chance to make some sense of the situation happening
before his very eyes. He reached for her cold fingers trying to formulate
something, anything, to tell her that he felt the same way, but he didnt
get the chance. She had more to say,
Chocolate eyes swam with more tears as she opened her heart and let him see
the truth, "Youre embedded in my heart, Will, and I dont want to let you
go, ever. I love you."
Will reeled from the sanctified words and was surprised at the surge of joy
and fear that cascaded throughout his entire being, aware that he could be
getting a chance at happiness again. He was getting a second chance of a
life with the woman he would only ever love.
But seconds later, everything became paralysed when Deanna spoke once more.
"Im asking for your forgiveness,Will. I know that you have moved
what we once had, and I have no right to unload my guilt, or desires on
you. I know this isnt what you want to hear, and Im sorry for
jeopardising our friendship. But I had to tell you, before it was too late.
Forgive me, please?"
He was overwhelmed and silenced with admiration and a whole bundle of other
emotions that he didnt think hed ever feel again. She loved him and
wanted his forgiveness. But for what? How could she want forgiveness for
something that was so right, and he truly believed it was.
But what ~did~ she want from him?
He stumbled over his words, feeling an idiot, knowing he looked a bigger
one, but he was conscious that she would understand the truth in his words,
"I...I, dont know what to say to you, Deanna, apart from that I love you
too and that its okay, I understand and there is nothing to forgive. Its
what is special about our relationship; the fact that we both feel the same
and are able to listen, and help one another without it giving us a
problem. I treasure that, Deanna. I treasure us."
Moving his hands to her face and cupping her now tear-stained cheeks
tenderly, Will looked so deeply into her eyes that there was no denying the
gravity of his words, "I treasure ~us~, Imzadi."
It was a monumental decision for Deanna to take her destiny into her own
hands and approach Will. Somehow hed known she was coming, and he was
ready and waiting for her.
And now as Deanna Troi sat with her heart in her mouth as Will tried in
vain to understand what she wanted from him without letting her be aware
that he really did know, she turned the large fingers that gently gripped
hers and studied them intently, waiting, willing for him to ask her what
the problem was.
But he didnt.
But when her eyes rose and met his, Will finally understood. Within their
depths he saw how his presence was affecting her. Amongst the dewy tears
that clung to her ebony lashes, Will almost drowned in the love and desire
that poured from her soul to his.
Will took a deep breath and asked, raising his palm to caress her cheek,
"Are you saying you want ~this~ to happen, Deanna? Are you telling me that
you want more than our friendship?"
A strangled sob, wrenched from deep within her as she reached up and
grasped his one hand with both of hers, caused her face to contort with
pain allowing the suspended tears fall, "No! No I dont, Will. I...I just
need you to understand that sometimes I...feel things and I cant control
them. I dont know why they are happening to me, Will. I dont want to feel
this way. I dont want to lose you because of them."
Will searched Deannas face, desperately looking for a sign, any sign
what she was saying wasnt really her. Had an alien entity taking over her
mind, forcing her to have feelings that she didnt want?
That scared him, "Deanna, is...is that really ~you~ talking to me? I know
you, and I know something is wrong."
Deanna shook her head vehemently, her eyes wild and wide, "No, No! You
dont understand, Will! Im asking you to forgive me for having these
feelings about you. Im asking you to ignore anything I say to you and
everything I feel about you."
Will stared in horror at the woman before him, "Deanna! you cant
mean that?! Dont you know how important you are to me? Dont you know how
much I care about you? Im here to help you, if youll let me. Please, let
me help you, Deanna."
Sobbing openly, her eyes begged him to leave her be. Unable to trust her
own voice any longer, Deanna hurriedly stood and made for the door, but she
didnt make it.
In a heartbeat, Will caught her arm and swung her back towards him,
capturing both arms in a grip designed not only to halt her escape, but to
hold her fast while he tried to knock some sense into her.
"Deanna! Imzadi! let me help you, God damn it. Im your friend, let
- me -
Why he kissed her Will never knew. One second he was practically shaking
the wind out of her and the next he was kissing her senseless. He had
hauled her sobbing, trembling body hard against his, and then he had
wrenched her face up to meet his and had plundered her mouth like a man
intent of sucking the misery right out of her.
And Will took it, he took it all. When he broke the seemingly punishing
kiss, Deanna clung to him like a broken doll; totally battered and spent.
Will swung her up into his arms and carried her to his bed, lying her
gently on top.
Deliberately pushing himself back upright, Deannas reddened and puffy
sought his, but he merely reached out, moving a damp strand of hair away
from her face, "Sleep now, well talk some more later."
Deannas eyes were already falling shut as she nodded, allowing her mind
and body to finally rest now the worst of it was over. She had poured out
her heart to Will, had made a huge prized fool of herself, and when she
woke up, she would apologise, thank him and move on, hopefully...
In the dimness of the quiet room, Will watched Deanna sleep. Something had
happened today, and he still wasnt 100% sure what it was. All he knew was
that Deanna had told him that she still loved him. That she was having
fantasies about him all the time, and was sorry about it. Hell if he didnt
know what to think about any of it.
He thought back to the moment she had been in his arms and the kiss,
feeling his loins tighten instinctively. He liked the way it felt, and he
liked having a chance to recapture a dream or two of his own.
If he had to admit, a lot of his nights were full of mental images that
frequently woke him, aroused and somehow feeling bereft when he woke and
found himself alone with a raging hard on.
But did he want more than the dream? Did he want Deanna Troi back in his
life. His arms, and his bed?
Will watched her stir and knew it wouldnt be much longer before she woke.
He allowed himself the luxury of letting his eyes sweep down her tunic-clad
body, his mind filling in the rest of the fantasy along the way. She was
more curvy than she had been when they were younger. A lot younger.
He silently chuckled as he briefly looked down at his own body,
acknowledging that he too was definitely more curvy than he used to be, and
proud of it. His six foot four inch frame had looked ridiculously skinny
way back then, but now in his prime, he looked good. He knew it and so did
a lot of females that had trailed a path or two with their fingers in the
But Deanna never had done, not since Betazed. Not since theyd become
Imzadi, and he realised that she must be as curious as he, only she was the
one having a problem with it.
The shuffle of material alerted him to movement and his eyes, faintly
guilty, found hers. What he saw within them made him swallow convulsively,
"Dont look at me like that, Deanna, or I wont be responsible for my
Feeling better, Deanna chuckled as she tucked one hand behind her head and
surveyed him at leisure, "Why, Will! have you suddenly become shy?"
What was she doing!!??? "I find I have to around you, Deanna, its seems
have been the only way."
He suspiciously eyed her, "Why what?"
"Why do you have to pretend to be shy around me?"
Will swallowed the lie, "Because were friends."
His heart pounded, "And...I dont want to jeopardise that. Youre
important to me, Deanna. I dont want to louse that up by doing something
that you dont want."
He couldnt stop his feet from moving towards her, "No, I dont."
Deanna pushed herself up onto one elbow, craning her neck up to see him,
"But you do love me though, yes?"
His heart suddenly filled with an emotion that overtook his body, forcing
him to drop to his knees before her. He took her hand and huskily
whispered, "Oh, yes, Deanna, I do love you, but I treasure us more, and I
will not risk losing that for anything, not ever."
It was then everything fell into place somehow. Somehow he knew what she
was asking. He had been invading her dreams as much as she had been
invading his, even last nights when he had told her how much he treasured
Deanna realised it was now or never, for the both of them, and taking the
bull by the horns, she asked, "You want to know as much as I do, dont you
She didnt have to tell him what she meant. Somehow, someway he knew.
nodded, "Yes. I dream about you too, and I wonder what it would be like for
Deanna scuffled over, patting the covers, her voice although determined,
held a hint of amusement,"Come here, Will, I think its time we put us both
out of our miseries."
It only took a moments sanity to keep Will where he was, and then he
that sanity out of the porthole as he slipped his long frame along side
hers, laying his head a few inches away from hers, just far enough away for
them both to see each other. They both fell silent, letting the
ramifications of the situation before them unfold, neither strong enough or
willing enough to stop the future.
Blue stared into black and black stared into blue. Each remembering, each
wanting, until it was Will who broke the tense moment, "What now?"
Amusement lit Deannas face and she laughed out aloud, revelling in the
fact that she could do that now, "You! The famous, Will-the-thrill Riker
asking me what to do!"
For some reason her taunt hurt him, "This is different, Deanna. This is
Deanna sobered immediately, "Im sorry." She hesitated a moment
solemnly searching his eyes, "I..I want to touch your body, Will, and I
want you to touch mine, thats all."
Wills eyes left hers and traced a path around her other features, lovingly
taking each one in, remembering the tiny changes from years before. Will
gently raised one hand and touched her cheek with his finger, lightly
tracing a path to her chin, holding his breath as he did so, watching her
eyes fall shut as the sensations engulfed her, "Like this, Imzadi?"
"Yes, oh, yes, Will." She whispered.
Wills eyes followed his hand as he allowed it to drop to the pulse in
neck and continue along her delicate collar bone, "And this?" She nodded
He continued across her shoulder and down her arm, feeling her skin begin
to heat beneath his fingertips,"And this?"
The air stood still as she gingerly moved her arm, capturing his hand
within hers and placing it on the soft mound of her breast, her breath
husky as she moaned, "No, this."
His own moan clashed with hers at the intimate gesture as he cupped the
straining flesh within his large palm. He felt the pull of her mouth, which
was open and inviting him to take whatever he wanted, and he wanted that.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to crush her body beneath his, and he
wanted her to touch him and send him as crazy as he was about to send her.
Before his lips touched hers, he moaned, "Touch me, Deanna."
Deanna felt the last barrier of restraint collapse as she half pulled the
huge man on top of her, sealing her mouth to his and at last, letting her
hands fulfil their fantasy.
Breathless sighs filled the air and desperate hands trailed paths that
needed no guiding. It was like they were back on the jungle floor,
exploring for the first time. Making love like the first time, only this
time the ultimate joining was not going to be.
Silently, they had been united in their agreement that the relationship
would go no further than an exploration. A fumble. A moment of madness, but
not so mad that it could destroy everything they had built together.
They had a memory from long ago, and that memory was more cherished than
anything that would happen here tonight. What was to happen tonight was
purely a chance to put aside those craving questions that had been nagging
for longer than either could remember.
Tonight, they were friends. Forgiven friends. Eternal friends.