by Carol Sandford
"Do you think I‘m sexy, Will?"
Will laughed into her hair as he squeezed her tight against his large body,
mildly gyrating his hip against her waist showing her just what he thought
of her question, but he answered her just the same,
"You bet I do. There is no man in this universe that would think otherwise.
You ooze sex, Deanna. Heck, I should know, even when I‘m not with you, you
still manage to do things to me that have me running for cover before I
Deanna spun within the circle of his arms, "What do you mean?"
Will‘s eyes rose with the almost silly question, but he couldn‘t decide if
she was on one of her, ‘I‘m feeling vulnerable, make me feel better‘ or if
she was really having trouble understanding just what she did to a man.
"Miss Troi, do you know how many times I have been at the mercy of Beverly
Crusher‘s wicked mind when I have been chained to one of her bio-beds? That
woman could make a professional blush just with that knowing look of hers;
the one that says, ‘I ~know~ what your thinking about, Will Riker.‘
Will cringed at the memories, but wasn‘t ashamed of the cause. The day that
William T Riker didn‘t get a hard on when he thought about Deanna, would be
the day he was being blasted into space in a black box.
He brought his mind back to the present and looked down at the woman in his
arms who was studying him intently. He could see another question brewing
in her black fathomless eyes,
"So...what was it like before I came along?"
"There‘s no comparison, Deanna, I wasn‘t in love with any of those others."
"Not even a little bit?"
A blonde briefly flicked through his mind and disappeared even quicker as
he answered her, "No. Before I met you I‘d never fallen in love. I stepped
on it a couple of times, but thats all. It was all part of the game,
Deanna, you know how it is with some women, they want to feel special
before they...before they succumb to a man‘s charms. Sure I fell in love -
for about two seconds flat, just long enough to get what I wanted."
She moved away from his arms and crossed her own as she thought about his
rather crude, but honest answer. But Will didn‘t like what he saw as she
prepared to batter him with another question.
"I think thats cruel, Will. What if one, or some of those women fell in
love with you. Does that mean you dumped them like you dumped me?"
Again the blonde flicked through his mind as he took a deep breath, every
second feeling like he‘d was digging himself into a hole with no ladder to
"Y‘see Deanna, men have a reputation to uphold. Sure I had girlfriends and
sure I gave them my all while we were together. But they knew the score. I
was a good time guy; A buddy that was a great friend, and an even better
lover with no strings attached. That was the way it was back then."
Deanna circled him, seeing him for the very first time. Really seeing him.
She‘d known he was no innocent when he‘d first made love to her back in the
Jalara jungle. And she‘d known that if he hadn‘t have been, he wouldn‘t
have introduced her to the most sacred and wonderful feelings she ever had,
and had never had with any other since.
Because she had fallen in love with him, just like that. What bothered her,
and confused the hell out of her, was why other women hadn‘t done the same.
Sex was sex, she didn‘t think for a minute that what they did was any
different to what he did with others.
Oh, she knew the bond played a major factor in their unparalleled union,
but what made a couple fall in love? Surely it was the intimate act of two
people sharing their bodies and feelings.
"So...why was I so different. What did I have that others didn‘t? After
all, you didn‘t know about the Imzadi bond before we‘d made love. I‘d like
to know Will."
Taking her hand, Will pulled her over to the couch, pulling her onto his
lap as he sat. She sat stiff and unwielding, waiting. He sighed, "Sex with
other women is a bit like a gun. You aim, you shoot, you run."
He waited to see if she understood the double meaning. The feint blush to
her high cheek bones told him she did. Linking his hands around her, he
looked deeply into her eyes as he revealed what made her different, and
special. Why he loved her.
"But I didn‘t want to run away from you, Deanna. I wanted to be caught. I
wanted to experience love with you; the kind of love that you had for me. I
still feel it, Deanna. Every time I look at you, think of you, and make
love to you. There is no other woman for me, in my past, present, or
future. Only you."
She melted against his body and he held her close. They stayed like that
for many long moments before Will risked a question of his own,
"What brought all that on, Imzadi, are you okay?"
She kissed his cheek lightly as she answered, "Yes, I‘m fine. It was just
something Beverly said, it just got me thinking thats all."
Will might have known the fiery red-head had something to do with why the
woman he loved was having an identity crisis, "Okay, out with it, what did
the little vixen say now."
Deanna squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, Will inwardly groaned as he tried
to squelch the sudden heat in his loins from her movement. He tightened his
grip on her, letting her believe that he was just giving her a hug, sighing
with relief as she settled down again,
"Oh, we were talking about teasing people, and she said that I was a
terrible tease. But I‘m not am I Will?"
Will‘s features softened with sympathy, now knowing that she had been the
butt of a typical Crusher windup. "No, honey, you‘re not a tease...Well,
maybe just a little one, but its one of the things that I love about you.
How can you be a tease, Deanna? a tease is someone who torments another
when they can‘t get what they want. But I‘ve got you, anytime I want, every
moment that I want. The only time you tease me, my love, is when you
torment my loins at a moment that I can‘t whip you into a dark corner and
"I don‘t do that!"
Will grinned as he recalled a couple of such moments, and he‘d bet his best
poker hand that that was the one that Beverly Crusher was tormenting her
with. "Remember our last poker game, Deanna?"
She frowned, but she did remember, "Uh huh, what bout it?"
"Do you remember kicking your shoes off and putting them onto the bar on my
chair as I sat opposite you?"
Now she was really perplexed, "Yes...so what, I always do it Will, it keeps
my tiny feet away from yours and Worf‘s huge plates."
"Oh, I‘m not complaining, Imzadi, but whilst the ball of your feet are on
the bar beneath my seat, where do you think your toes are?"
"Their against the cushion on the seat" And then the penny dropped, "Oh my
God, they‘re not are they. They‘re on you!"
Will beamed from ear to ear as he watched her blush a brighter shade of
red, "See, I told you I wasn‘t complaining..."