As Will walked into the Ten forward lounge, he hesitated as he heard Deanna's
seductive chuckle. He inwardly groaned. The last thing he wanted to see tonight
was Deanna draped across the klingon, hanging on to his every growl. No, that
was not fair, Worf did not deserve that...Hell!, yes he did.
Will saw Deanna's head come up as she realised his presence was near.
Deliberately emptying his mind, he plastered on a huge fake smile, and sauntered
past the two of them, acknowledging their presence with a sarcastic nod.
He headed over towards Geordi, who was propping up the bar, slapping the
smaller man on the back, causing him to slop his beer, which earned him a
withering look from Guinan.
Will held up his hand in silent apology to her and whispered to his friend,
his relief evident that he was there.
'I'm glad to see you. You made walking in here a whole lot easier.'
Geordi quickly glanced behind him, his eyes falling on the object of Will's
discomfort and chuckled quietly.
'Now THAT is a relationship I never thought I'd see...I wonder what she sees
Will briefly glanced back over to the couple who had resumed their
conversation, but he did notice that Worf was now sitting a little stiffer. He
now looked like he was waiting for a confrontation. Will smirked to himself,
glad that he still had the power to intimidate the man who was even bigger than
he was, and that was saying something!
Will turned his head back to Geordi pasting a 'don't care' expression firmly
'God knows...but, if Deanna's happy, I'm happy.'
Geordi looked up at the tall man. Will's face looked like it didn't care, but
his eyes were telling a whole different story.
'Hey, Commander, who are you trying to convince, me, or yourself?'
Will looked back towards her again, Geordi's words hurt more than he wanted
'Yeah, well...She know's where I am if she changes her mind. I can wait.'
Will took a long swig of the drink that Guinan had silently left him, not
knowing that what he had just said and felt, had been 'heard' by Deanna.
Deanna went quiet as she listened to Will's heartfelt thoughts. Worf watched
her and knew that they had just communicated again, even if it was one sided. It
used to anger him beyond reason. The betrayal he felt was enough on more than
one occasion to bring a roar of frustration from him, but now, now he felt
Worf was envious of them, and more than once he wished he could do the same.
Many times he had questioned himself as to whether he could make anything of the
relationship between himself and Deanna.
Apart from Deanna being as far removed from a klingon woman as she possible
could be, Worf had to contend with the past relationship between her and
Commander Riker. He knew that they had been intimate, that in itself didn't
bother him. In fact it made their own intimacy better. Deanna was not shy like a
virgin would have been, so was less inhibited around him. She was learning fast
how to satisy his needs, and would have probably achieved it by now if she was
not so petite and feminine. But she was learning.
As Worf walked her back to her quarters, Deanna noticed that he seemed distracted.
'Worf, are you o.k.?'
They stopped and Worf looked down at her. He thought about the question he
wanted to ask.
'Deanna...your empathy, can it be taught?'
Deanna laughed at the question, it catching her by surprise.
'No...Well, I don't know...I think you can learn to be more sensitive to
people, maybe pick up the stronger emotions, that sort of thing, why?'
Worf took her arm and carried on walking, unwilling to press her further.
'It does not matter, I was just curious that's all.'
They reached her door which Deanna opened. She hesitated when Worf did not
follow her in.
'Aren't you coming in tonight Worf?'
'No, not until later, I have some things to see to first. You go to bed, I'll
be back soon.'
He gave her a cursory kiss on the cheek and strode off back the way he came.
Deanna watched him go, clearly puzzled.
'What's with him tonight?'
Shrugging to herself, she went inside and prepared for bed.
Worf's stride was purposeful as he made his way to Commander Riker's
quarters. As he approached his door, Will came around the corner from the other
direction. He slowed up when he saw the big man approach. Both felt the
antagonism between them but surpressed the urge to fly at each other. Curiosity
getting the better of him, Will spoke, unable to keep the snarl from his voice.
'Something I can do for you Mr. Worf?'
Worf stood his full height, looking Will straight in the eyes.
'Commander...I wanted to speak with you about Counselor Troi,'
Will's eyes flew open at the mere mention of her, and Worf watched in
disbelief as Will tried to connect with her to make sure she was not harmed or
in any danger. Will seemed puzzled as he looked back to Worf, once he had
foolishly realised that he had indeed come to talk to him about her.
'What about the Counselor?'
'Precisely that Sir...What has just happened. What you just did. I want you
to teach me how to read Deanna's mind.'
Will punched in his code and entered his quarters. Worf hesitated before he
followed him in, sure that he was surposed to do so. Will ground to a halt in
the middle of the room, slightly bemused before finally turning to face the
'Are you kidding Mr. Worf? Have you any idea of how strong this link is?
Worf, we are Imzadi. That is the only reason I am telepathically linked to her.
We are as good as joined at the hip. We are one, even if we are no longer a
couple. We will always be linked whether you like it or not.'
Will expected Worf to be livid at the purposely spiteful remarks about his
one true love. But other than looking slightly frustrated he did not react at
all. That surprised him.
'I know that Commander, but I want to be able to do the same...at least,
enough for her to know how I feel.'
Worf hesitated before continuing. Unsure of how much to reveal to him without
looking a total fool.
'I cannot put into words my true emotions, and sometimes I hurt her without
meaning to. Please... Sir... Show me. I will be forever in your debt, and you
know a Klingon's word is an honorable one.'
They stood in silence for some time, weighing each other up. Will began to
pace around the room, occasionally throwing a look his way. Worf's hopes grew as
he realised that at least, Will was considering it.
Suddenly Will sat down, and beckoned Worf to do the same. Worf perched
uneasily on the edge of the sofa, as Will looked into his eyes. He could see the
antisipation mirrored on his face. As Will touched the bridge of his own nose as
he tried to think of how to help. Hell, he didn't want to, but his thoughts were
of Deanna. As much as he wanted this relationship to end, he knew that it had to
run its own course. Just as he also knew that after it had run its course, Will
would be waiting, with his arms wide open for her.
That thought alone helped make up Will's mind. His decision made, he began
the difficult task of revealing the sacred link between Imzadi lovers.
'O.k...You have to totally empty your mind, and then focus your whole body,
and mind on Deanna.'
'And then its a bit like taking a photograph of something. Sort of printing
the image in your head.'
Worf nodded again.
'Then you send the message to her.'
Worf paused as he pondered the information.
'I see. That sounds simple enough'
Will laughed out loud.
'Believe me Worf, it is not 'simple'. You have to be in tune with her all the
time. You have to keep a little corner of your head open to her every second of
the day so that she can send to you...She might be in trouble, or trying to tell
you something in secret. Or she just might want to say hello.'
Worf attempted a half smile, not quite sure of how to take the information.
'So...How do we try it out?'
'Well...I seem to be the obvious guinea pig. Are you comfortable trying it out on me?'
Worf nodded vaguely.
Will grinned. He was beginning to enjoy this. He was sure he was not going to
succeed. Worf was far too much of a lunk-head to be able to pull this off, but
he felt he had to at least try, for Deanna's sake.
'O.k... here goes nothin'...I'm going to clear my mind, and your going to do
the same. Then I want you to think of me...only me, and when the 'snap' happens,
say...in your head that is, say 'hello Will'...o.k?'
Worf nodded again, and they each shut their eyes. Both shut down their minds,
and Will sat waiting for the message...nothing happened...surprise, surprise!
Will opened one eye and peeked at Worf. He nearly laughed out loud at the
expression on Worf's face, but caught himself in time, and tried once more to
hear his message. He heard Worf's sigh and looked at him.
'I cannot do this.'
Will smiled at him.
'Let's try it the other way round. It might be easier to show you this way.
Just empty your mind, and I'll do the rest.'
The both shut their eyes again, and when Will felt Worf's mind relax, he sent
'Hello Worf.' to him. When he heard Worf's gasp of surprise, he was not sure who
was surprised more. Will had not expected Worf to receive it.
'I heard you!...I heard you in my head Commander...Do it again, please.'
Will grinned, shut his eyes and waited for a while for Worf's now over
excited mind to clear, then he sent to him, 'Do you love her?'
When he heard Worf's gasp again, Will knew that he had heard him. Worf
confirmed it by telling him out loud.
'Yes Commander, I do.
The Captain had called a meeting in the ready room. Picard was rambling on
about an expedition that he had just been on, and thought his senior officers
would appreciate knowing all the finer details of the archaelogical dig that had
unearthed some particularly facinating pots.
Worf looked around at his comrades. His eyes settled on Deanna, who was
trying to listen intently to her Captain. His eyes wandered on to Data. Needless
to say, he was totally engrossed with the information that he was storing away
in that vast space between his ears. That was Data's duty, to learn, to store
away information. Worf felt sure that some day, this useless conversation would
need to be recalled, and Data would have it tucked away in some corner of that
fantastic brain of his, word for word.
Worf smirked to himself and his eyes carried on their travel around the table
to Will Riker. He was surprised to see him quietly watching Deanna. At first he
was annoyed. Then he began to wonder what Will was thinking about. Worf glanced
around the table to make sure nobody was watching and closed his eyes, emptied
his mind and tried to pick up on Will's thoughts.
Will watched Deanna across the table, his thoughts automatically going back
in time to when they were together. Since she had been with Worf, he had thought
more and more about her. Will lay awake at night sometimes, tuning into her
mind, only to hear her passionate moans as she made love to the man not sitting
six feet away from him.
Will glanced at Worf, and frowned when he saw the Klingon with his eyes shut.
He first thought he had drifted off to sleep, but Will saw the familiar
expression and he realised that Worf was reading either his own or Deanna's
Will's sadistic mind kicked in, and he thought he would give him
something to wake him up with.
Will shut his eyes and cast his mind back to the Jalara jungle, more
precisely, Janaran Falls. He was stripping Deanna of her clothes and she him.
Both had fell to the soft jungle floor, his body moulding itself in the soft
dirt beneath him. Deanna had sat on top of him. Will sat and watched her in her
full naked glory as her creamy skin glistened with the sweat of the jungle heat.
Her eyes closed as he sank himself into her, in one, slow, agonizing
movement...*Imzadi* screamed through their minds.
Worf jumped up at the same time Deanna did. Will opened his eyes which were
still suffused with the passion that was surging through his veins and he was
glad he was sitting at a table with his lower half tucked underneath to hide his
Will looked to both Worf and Deanna, double taking on Deanna when he realised
that she had tuned into his erotic thoughts too. Another voice interrupted the
'Aherm...Is there a problem here?'
They all looked towards their Captain with silent surprise. No one wanting to
reveal what had happened. All knowing that he was going to want an explanation.
Will decided to take the flak for this one, being as he had technically caused it.
'Sorry sir, I accidently kicked Deanna. Reflexes you know.'
The Captain looked at each of them uncertainly.
'I see. Well...this seems a good time to end the discussion, I believe it's
lunch time. Dismissed.'
As they all walked out of the ready room, Worf sidled up to Will and growled quietly.
'That was a cheap shot commander, I did not find it funny.'
Will grinned, not in the least bit apologetic.
'Sorry Mr. Worf, I guess that's what you get for intruding on other peoples
Will left him standing as he made his way off the bridge. Deanna had long
since parted. Her humiliation was something she did not want to share with
either Will or Worf. And she was also aware that she had gladly joined in with
Will's erotic thoughts, but she had not realised that Worf had witnessed every
moment of it.
Deanna ungracefully plonked herself down upon her sofa, her face hidden
within her hands which still slightly trembled with the aftermath of the
'What have I done, What am I doing?'
But something confused her. Deanna felt...violated, but she was not sure why.
It was bad enough that Will still managed to make her mind react to him the way
it did. But she could not comprehend why he had started to recall their first,
and the most sacred joining. The day they became one with each other, with the
universe, and for all eternity.
The day they had become Imzadi.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Deanna felt...like she was being watched,
that they were being watched. She knew that herself and Will had been totally
alone in the jungle except for Gods own forest creatures.
No-one had seen the two lovers who had discovered each other, explored and
wondered at. And had given each other the ultimate gift, their hearts, minds,
bodies. Souls and eternal love, forever and beyond.
But now, something was not right. Deanna had never felt it before, and she
was scared. If her mother had been on board, she would have accused her of
trespassing her mind. But she was not, and she knew of no other with the
capability of doing so, but there was no other logical explanation.
Worf watched Will's back from his consul on the bridge as he silently
brooded. Will had deliberately shown him just how intimate he and Deanna had
been, and worse, just what was still between them. He did not understand how a
couple that were so obviously in love with each other, could seek out other
relationships. And now he had witnessed just how much was between them, Worf
knew that his and Deanna's days were numbered.
He was surprised at himself that he was not angry. Well... he was, but not
because of them. It was because he was stupid to have got involved in the first
Will could feel the big man's eyes boring into his back, and he quietly
*Serves him right!*
Worf had not told Deanna that he could read minds, he was not capable of
sending himself and he did not think he was going to achieve that goal. Will was
pleased about that. The ball was still partly in his court, he was still in
control, but, Will was surprised that Worf had not told her. He pondered for
some time on the question.
*I wonder why?*
Moments later Will tuned into Worf's thoughts just when Worf was telling
himself that their relationship was a waste of time. Will silently whooped with
Worf propped himself up with his hand as he watched Deanna sleep. He loved to
watch her as she slept, it was the only time he could truly tell her the things
that went through his mind. Worf was not able to tell her out loud, but this way
he could, and he felt better with himself for doing so.
He reached over and lightly traced a line down between her breast to her flat
tummy, she stirred slightly as a light groan escaping her lips. Worf smiled to
himself, pleased that she responded to his touch.
Worf went lower and as his hand briefly touched the soft down that hid her
from him, Deanna's leg automatically shifted to allow him access. He gently
touched her, her groan became a purr. Closing his mind, he tried to reach into
Deanna's image came to his, and he saw her very much as she was now, laying
prone, naked and waiting. Her hands reached out to pull him to her, her legs
opened wide to allow him entry. Worf climbed on top and looked down at her face,
now flushed with passion. Deanna's eyes pleaded, her body begged. He entered her
in one swift, fluid motion, and he watched her mouth silently say a name.
Worf reacted so violently to the image, that he leapt back, almost slipping
off the edge of the bed. In his desperation to stop himself falling, he reached
out and hitched himself to Deanna, who woke with a start.
'Worf!...Are you o.k.?'
Deanna's sleep filled face shocked at the scene before her, but her
astonishment turned to one of merriment as Worfs legs stuck up from the side of
the bed. She heard him growl.
'Yes...I'm alright, I must have had a bad dream.'
Deanna giggled until she started to recall her own dream, but then she grew
silent. Worf stood up from his ungainly position on the floor, and he knew that
she had realised that he had invaded her dream.
'Deanna...I'm sorry, I only wanted...'
Deanna did not let him finish.
'I knew something wasn't right, I could sense it. I didn't realise it was
you. How long have you been doing this Worf. How long have you been violating my
most intimate thoughts, how long Worf?'
He stood his full height, as a nasty sneer appeared on his face.
'Long enough to know that it's really him you want.'
Now it was her turn to be angry,
'How dare you Worf! How dare you presume to know what I want. I can assure
you, if I had wanted Commander Riker, I could have had him any time.'
Deanna stopped herself from saying much more, knowing that what ever she
said, Worf would have known that it was a lie. She did want Will, but not until
they were both totally committed to a relationship that would outlast every
obstacle, every career move either of them wanted to make. At this moment in
time, neither were.
'Worf...I can't wipe out what went on between Will and I. He hurt me very
badly, but I also know that one day, when we both are ready, we will together
Worf watched her speak, knowing that she was telling the truth. With each
word she spoke, he felt his anger be replaced with understanding.
'What about us?'
Deanna looked up into his face as she stepped nearer to him, smiling
'I don't know Worf. Right now I'm enjoying this relationship, just as I'm
sure Will is enjoying his little...flirtations.'
Worf held her away from his traitorous body. He knew that he could no longer
make love to her, he did not think he could tolerate seeing her making love to
Will Riker as he did so. The Klingon way was 'all or nothing', and if he could
not have all of her, then he would have to have nothing.
'No Deanna, we can only be friends now. I no longer want a physical
relationship with you. It would not be...honourable.'
Deanna stepped away from him, both embarrassed and disappointed. She quickly
turned to pick up the sheet to cover herself. As she did so, Deanna suddenly
'How did you learn to read my mind?'
Worf looked acutely ashamed of himself as he deliberated whether to tell her
or not. Deanna's growl prompted him to.
'I asked Commander Riker to show me'
He hastily added,
'But I can only read minds, I can't send.'
Deanna pondered on this information a little bit. Eventually a sly smile
crept across her face as a plan formulated in her head.
'Worf, I think it's time we gave Commander Riker a dose of his own medicine,
Once Deanna had convinced Worf that what she had in mind, was not really
cruel, but more really a ploy to steer the fated couple back on track. She had a
harder job convincing him to carry on the charade of the two of them being a
couple for a little longer, but the timing had to be right and Will must not
That time finally came one evening a few days later when they were all
playing poker. Late into the evening, when Will had cleaned them all out, his
big grin showed his obvious glee,
'My night again ladies and gentleman. Do all come again.'
Data quickly stood, made his goodbyes and promptly left the room, before
anyone had even the chance to stand. Will went to stand and as he stood to
collect up his chips, Deanna nodded to Worf to indicate that, 'this was the
moment.' She hastily touched Will's arm and exclaimed.
'Oh, do we have to end the evening Will?...I would to love to stay and have a
drink, wouldn't the rest of you like that too?'
Will looked at her surprised, the half grin still upon his face. As he looked
at the rest of his colleagues, they all nodded eagerly, a general chorus voicing
Will stood his full height, clearly surprised. This was unusual. Not unheard
of, but unusual, especially during the week.
'Well...O.k, I'll see what the replicator can rustle up for us.'
Will ordered some soft jazz music and got everyone drinks, then they all
preceeded to have a very pleasant couple of hours chatting, laughing, recalling
past missions and past aliens.
Slowly, very slowly, the conversation dwindled down to a very happy, quiet,
laid back sort of time, when everyone was lost in their own thoughts, their own
memories. The music added to the tranquil moment.
Deanna watched Will carefully, without being too obvious. When he was
sprawled back on the sofa, his head resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes
shut, not quite asleep, she indicated to Worf to relax his mind and go through
the scenario that they had planned between them when the time was right.
Deanna watched Worf close his eyes and she closed her own. She sought out
Worf, and knew that he had started to recall the inimate liaison between the two
Worf had no difficulty remembering this particular mating. He had taken her
to the holodeck, intent on showing her a true Klingon mating ritual, which had
begun with a rather frenzied stripping session. Along with the biting
scratching, and brutal kisses that drew blood, they ripped at each others
clothes. He was forced her towards the middle of the room.
Deanna's mind reached into Will's subconscious, until she felt him begin to
connect with her. She reached out to him, her hand extended as she led him off
to her domain...
Will's body relaxed when he felt Deanna reach into his mind, her eyes
beckoned him, her hand outstretched to him and he reached out to take it. He
knew he would follow her, even to the end of the universe, she was his universe.
Deanna led him to the holodeck, he did not recognise the programme. It was a
room, a very primitive room. Small fires lit up the walls, and a huge slab like
table dominated the middle of the room.
Deanna turned on him and began to pull at his clothes as well as trying to
bite and scratch, and kiss him, and as she did so, she pushed him towards the
table in the middle of the room.
In Worf's mind it was him that was in the room, about to take her for his
In Will's mind it was him that was in the room, about to take her for his
Deanna's mind was on herself. She did not want the image of either men at
this moment. She kept her sights entirely neutral.
As Deanna was pushed upon the table, she did not know who was between her
legs trying to gain entrance. The situation was highly erotic, and headed to an
Beverly picked up on the atmosphere within Will's room. As she watched her
friends bodies reacting to...something, she quietly nudged Geordi, and indicated
to him to watch. They sat facinated, even slightly envious as it was obvious
that minds were working overtime here, and they both desperately wanted to see
the end result, even if it was only to stop the fists flying when they finally
emerged from their own personal chimera.
Will leaned into Deanna as she lay prone on the table. His mouth assaulted
her body. Her hands pulled at his hair, encouraging him to explore. Will's body
refused to wait, and he slammed into her, so forcefully, she screamed, forcing
her upright. Crushing her body against to his, wave after wave of ecstasy
pulsated through her body. She hung on for dear life, until both mind and body
came back down to Earth again.
Worf felt her pull at his hair as he bit and scratched at her body, until he
could no longer hold back his urgency and plunged into her. Drowning her scream
with his own triumphant roar, he throbbed within her, unable to release their
locked union until her own muscles relaxed enough to let him go.
As Will, Worf and Deanna slowly came back to reality, it was a while before
any of them were capable of opening their eyes. All were physically panting like
they had been on a marathon. All of their bodies revealed their highly aroused
When they did finally open their eyes, they became uncomfortably aware that
they were not alone. All three sets of eyes focused on Geordi and Beverly, who
were watching with an amazed look of wonderment. The room was silent for an
eternity, until finally Beverly stood, pulling Geordi up with her, quietly
saying with an embarrassed, but knowing look on her face.
'Well, time to say goodnight...Sweet dreams everyone.'
She hurridly pulled Geordi through Will's door without looking back. Geordi
managed to sneak one quick glance before Beverly yanked him away.
It stayed silent for some time as the three of them thought about what had
happened, their eyes darting to each other, full of questions, no-one daring to
Soon after, Deanna suddenly stood, making an effort to non-challantly stretch
her arms above her head, complete with a wide yawn.
'Well you guys...I'm off to bed. See you all in the morning.'
Will hurridly made his way to stop her leaving. He lightly touched her arm.
'Deanna...Wait...I've got to know.'
He glanced around to Worf, who stood stiffly, with his hands behind his back,
but Will did wonder at the odd expression on his face.
'Yes Will, what do you want to know?'
'Who...Who were you making love to Deanna...was it Worf, or was it me?'
She smiled enigmatically, and continued to do so as she walked out of his
quarters and off down the corridor without looking back at his stunned face.
Will turned to Worf, his face a picture of disbelieving, surprise, horror and
Worf made his way to the door, and casually making his way around his
Commander, he smirked.
'Sorry Sir...I guess that's what you get for intruding on other people's
And he left Will standing in the middle of the room, mouth open, and his
bright blue eyes wide, as he wondered what the hell had happened.
Some time later, Will paced around his room for the hundredth time, churning
over the dream, trying to decipher who was making love to his Imzadi.
Recognising some of his own tactics, he also recognised some of the brutal moves
of a Klingon on heat.
Will did not think that he could be that rough with a woman, least of all
Deanna, but he did often wonder at what it would be like to be that savage.
He knew he was not going to settle without clearing it with her, so he made
his way down to her quarters. Before he had even got there, Deanna's door
opened. He stopped in surprise, looking around the door, not sure of what he was
going to find.
Deanna was sitting on her sofa, having changed into a long loose kaftan,
looking totally serene, which is more than he could say for his own upside down,
inside out, and confused mind.
'I've been waiing for you Will...I'm surprised you took this long.'
He cautiously stepped into the room, looking furtively around.
'Why would Worf be in here Will. We haven't been seeing each other for some
He looked at her incredously,
'What do you mean?'
She lifted her eyes in merriment.
'I mean, we are no longer seeing each other. It didn't work out between us.
There seemed to be somebody always in the way. We gave up trying to pretend he
Will could not believe it. How come he had not noticed and what was all that
'THAT Will Riker, was a healthy dose of your own medicine. Did you enjoy it?'
Before he had a chance to answer, Deanna stood and made her way towards him.
A slow seductive walk. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, her rising desire
evident in her eyes. As she approached him, her long finger reached up to
lightly scratch a trail down the side of his face, continuing on down his body,
lightly touching his rapidly mounting hardness.
'How do you fancy a trip to the holodeck suites? I found a terrific programme
that I think you'd enjoy, Tiger!!'
As soon as the holodeck door shut on them, Deanna swung round on Will. Pure
devilment, determination, passion and a look that could only be described as
cruel appeared on her face. Will felt the dread and antisipation surge through
his body, and his surprise.
No sooner had Deanna turned on him, she grabbed the front of his tunic and
ripped a large shred from it. His eyes flew to hers in shock and before he had a
chance to react, she nuzzled up to his neck and sucked.
No...she bit, because he felt the pain rip through him and he automatically
went to push her away before she did any real damage. Half of him wanting her to
carry on, the other half scared out of his mind. She could sense his turmoil,
but pushed on ahead anyway. She bit him again.
Deanna did not answer him and before he had realised it, another large chunk
of his clothing tore off and hit the floor. She pressed her body close to his
and he felt her hips gyrate against him, bringing the response that she had
wanted. Will heard her triumphant growl against his throat as she licked at his
neck. Will began to at last respond when she raised her knee and rubbed it
against his groin. The last movement gave all the encouragement he needed to
Deanna felt him reach behind her and grasp at her own tunic. Her own
heightened sexuality jumped another notch when she heard the material rip. She
looked up at Will's eyes, they mirrored her own. Desperately seductive, and
begging for more.
Will grasped her head, forcing her to lean back allowing him to dominate the
situation and began to kiss her deeply, savagely. Her own tongue tangled with
his, as they each fought for total invasion, each feeling desire pouring through
their bodies. Both hanging on for dear life.
Deanna nipped at his lips, tasting his blood. She felt him begin to move her
backwards towards the table, still kissing her, still tugging at her clothes,
herself helping as best she could. By the time she had reached the table's edge,
she was naked.
Deanna jerked with shock as her bare ass touched the cold stone. Will was
past caring as he pushed her back down onto the flat surface, still devouring
her mouth as his hands devoured her body.
Deanna was still tearing at his clothes, and he heard her whimper with
frustration. Will let her up enough to complete the job. As she slid his
trousers down his legs, her mouth followed their trail. She heard him gasp and
convulse as she kissed the intimate tip of him, his hands grasped her head to
hold her there. She gladly obliged.
Taking him in, Deanna tested and tasted. Nipping at the tender tip, driving
him insane. Her hands raked across his buttocks and she felt him begin to jerk
against her. He was getting close.
Seconds later, Will yanked her up by the hair and slammed her back down upon
the table, pinning her hands above her head. His throbbing hardness taunted her
aching femininity, rubbing up and down on the sensitive bud, making her own body
jerk. Her groans were swallowed within his mouth as he continued to kiss her.
Deanna felt him release her hands and he began to move his mouth down her
body, his beard created its own erotic dance. Will bit at her distended nipples,
and she panted out loud as her excitement grew. Her own hands now grasped his
head, pushing him to where she wanted him to go.
Will slid his hands behind her back making her arch her body towards him. His
nails gauged their own trail down her ribcage. Deanna pushed him farther down
until his face finally nestled on her soft fur. He could feel her huge bud
already fully extended from his ardent rubbing with his own hardness. He sucked
on the bud roughly adding his own nips, that made her gasp as she squirmed.
Deanna felt him move his hands around and push her legs up and place them
upon his shoulders, finally reaching the very core of her being, relishing in
the scent and taste of her. As he slowly slid one long finger inside of her, he
felt her stiffen, and he knew that she was about to erupt, and when it did, he
Deanna flew upright upon the table. Will pushed his rock hard member deep
into her whilst she was still in the full throw of her climax. Wave after wave
of delicious orgasm rocked through to her very soul.
Will could not move until he felt her muscles relax enough to be able to move
himself and reach his own goal, which he did so within a few seconds, both
crying out at the release. Both collapsed in an undignified heap back onto the
stone table. Both too exhausted to speak. Both in awe of the experience, and
both wondering how they were ever going to look each other in the face without
In his quarters, Worf slowly came back to reality, his own satisfaction
clearly showing upon his face, his arousal evident within his own hands. He
looked down with satisfaction at himself as he murmured.
*Maybe I should have waited a little longer before giving up on you Deanna.
That was some mating ritual you just performed on Commander Riker*
Worf vowed never, ever to read his colleagues minds again....
Eventually the two lovers sat up to survey the damage done to their bodies.
Deanna had definitely come off better. Will looked like he had been dragged
through a barbed wire fence backwards!
Deanna gently touched him, but quickly removed her hand when he winced. She
looked tentively up to his eyes, expecting to see shame and disgust in them, but
all she saw was a quiet respect, wonder, lustfulness.
But the only emotion that she ever wanted to see, and to feel from him, was
his love and total devotion. And she had got that.
Deanna's hand reached up to tenderly caress Will's face. His hand captured
her tiny hand within his. No words were needed, and no explanations. They knew
they were never likely to do this again, a definite one off. But they were
better for the experience, and both silently wondered at it.
Before long, Will sheepishly smiled at his beloved, and quietly chuckled,
Deanna looked at him in puzzlement, a smile creeping onto her own face.
Will laughed out loud, before reducing it to a nervous chuckle again.
'Who's going to give Beverly a call to see to these wounds?'
Definitely the end this time (Blush!)