"Caught' Ending #3
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"Riker! Get your hands off me!" A firm voice echoed about the small patio area.
"I think, Counselor, you had better reassess the situation and figure out who's hands are on who?"
Deanna turned back and looked over her shoulder. The engagement ring that was
given to her not less than four hours ago by Jonas Reynar, was now firmly
affixed to Will's pants zipper.
She tried once again to pull free, but with every movement she made, Riker's pelvis followed. "Damn it!" she cursed.
"Wait, hold on," Riker said and looked down, moving her fingers around, attempting to see. Finally, in an exasperated motion, he let his arms fall down to his sides. "I can't see where its attached."
"Do me favor, next time I stumble...let me fall on my ass. I think it would be more dignified than this!" Deanna said without any amusement at all.
"I'll be sure to remember that." He too was becoming quite annoyed at the situation. "You know, you've beeen a real bitch to me for the last three weeks. And here I am, trying to be a nice guy by coming out here to make sure you're alright...and what do I get? Grief."
Deanna jerked her hand again sharpley and on the recoil, hit Will in the groin.
"Don't. Do that. Again." he growled through clenched teeth.
For the first time, Deanna's mouth quivered into an unwitnessed amused smile that faded quickly. "You didn't have to come after me, you know. I was perfectly fine."
"Yeah, I could see by the tears running down your cheeks, that you were perfectly fine," he said as he took one last look at their situation before giving up in defeat.
Deanna decided to ignore the fact that he witnessed her crying moments
before she walked out of the banquet hall and changed the subject. "Where'd
you get these pants anyway? Surely their not Starfleet issue?"
Taking a good look at his outfit for the first time, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. Of course he has always been handsome, but now that she saw he was wearing the Rogolian traditional style horseman's uniform to the banquet, he looked devestatingly beautiful.
White riding pants that held firm to the muscles of his legs and buttocks, a crimson red v-neck shirt tied off at the waist, and a leather belt draped across his chest, she found it difficult to tear her eyes away from him. Looking down, she even noticed the spurs attached to his tall black boots.
She moved her hand again to obtain a more comfortable position and saw him bend at the waist, as if he thought he was about to get racked again. "I'm sorry. This situation is awkward for both of us."
Sensing her uneasiness, he grabbed her free hand and walked them to the nearest bench and sat down. "Better?" he asked.
Deanna's eyes wandered down his chest to his lap where her arm and hand lay. After a moment, she spoke in a distant and soft voice, "It's larger than I thought."
Thinking she could only be talking about one thing, Will's face grew into a broad devilish grin. Deanna immediately picked up on his thoughts and glared at him. "I wasn't talking about that, Will. I was talking about the ring." This time she could not hide her amusement and she let out a subtle laugh. "I didn't think the ring would be this big."
Will frowned. "Oh," he said disappointed.
"I think its the rubies."
He looked down again as she twisted her hand around. Her movements were finally beginning to affect him and sucked in a deep breath.
"Yes. Its definitely the rubies that have caught your zipper," she concluded.
Will quickly placed a hand over hers to stop the motion. "I thought an engagement ring was supposed to be a diamond?" he said quickly, hoping she would not notice his emotions.
Sensing that he was fighting desperately to not become aroused, Deanna bit her bottom lip and stiffled the chuckle that threatened to explode out of her mouth. "It is. I mean, the main part of my ring is a diamond. The rubies are supposed to represent the tail of a comet encircling a star."
'Well, they have certainly encircled something. Do you think you can take it off?"
Deanna stood and pulled Will with her. Using her free hand, she held the ring between two fingers and tried to wiggle free.
Will took in another deep breath as he felt the zipper moving up and down with her action. "Stop!" he said sharpley and grabbed her hands. "Stop, please," he said again only this time it was softer and completely out of desperation.
Deanna felt the redness in her cheeks immediately as her hands felt something rock hard beneath his pants. "I'm sorry, Will."
He sat back down on the bench and she had no choice but to follow him. "This is so damn embarassing," he mumbled.
She sensed the disappointment in himself for allowing his body to betray
him and almost wished he would act upon his feelings. Deep down, she had already
acknowledged to herself that her ensuing engagement to Jonas would inevitably
break off long before the wedding because of her feelings for Will. Why she
had let it go this far, she had no answer. Jonas was every bit of a gentleman
she had ever wished for. Only...he wasn't Will.
She could feel the anger and resentment building back up again as she realized she would never ever be allowed to love another, as much as she loved the man sitting next to her. At times, their Imzadi bond felt like a curse. No matter how many times she tried to ignore it, and move on with her life, she knew she would always come back to him. Damn you, Will.
Deanna let out an exagerated sigh and stood up, once again pulling Will with. " We have to do something. We can't exactly go back in there like-" Deanna turned her head as a delightful smell permeated past the doors to the patio. "What's that smell?"
Will pointed his nose high in the air to put distance from the lovely smell of Deanna's perfume. "Desert," he answered. "I think we were to have Tiramisu."
She closed her eyes and took in more of the heavenly aroma. "And I'm missing it all because you had to be Mr. Gallant."
Will smiled and pulled her to him so that she was flush against his front, with her hand being the only impediment between them. "We could always dance like this the rest of the evening." He placed his hands on her bare back and began to sway back and forth to the soft music that played in the background.
Completely out of instinct, she placed her head against his chest and wrapped
her free hand around his waist, letting him lead. She could have lived in that
moment forever, if given the chance.
His strong hands pulled her even tighter to his body and she moved her hand up to feel the muscles of his upper arm and shoulder. Gods, what she wouldn't do to be able to run her fingers through the hair on his chest that stuck out through the v-neck. A gentle sigh escaped her mouth as contentment washed over them both.
It was then that she sensed his trepidation, very distinct and very strong. Almost like he wanted desperately to ask her something but was scared to put the words to his lips. Gathering her courage, she lifted her eyes to meet his and he gave her a lop-sided grin.
"Deanna," he began, "I don't exactly know how to tell you this. And I'm fairly certain you're going to be angry with me."
Deanna pulled back enough so that he could hold both of her hands in front of him "What? You can tell me," she urged.
She watched his chest rise as he took in a big gulp of air. "I think we have a bigger problem, now."
Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion and concern as he hesitated.
He held her hands considerably more firmly than before and spoke next. "Dee...I've really got to use the bathroom."
Deanna felt the urgency in his tone and could not hold back the giggle. "Well you're just going to have to hold it until we figure out a way to get out of this." After a moments thought, she looked nervously over her shoulder half expecting her fiance to come looking for her at any moment. Relieved and yet terribly annoyed that he was still seated at their table, Deanna slowly turned and focused her attention on the centuries old contraption that managed to hold her captive.
"You know, Will..." she began, trying not to sound overly eager at the suggestion that was about to sprout forth, "you could always take off your pants. Maybe I could see a lit-"
"You want me to take off my pants?" he said in disbelief.
"I suppose you could do it inside if you'd prefer. But I thought we wanted to be as discreet as possible."
"Deanna, do you know what it would look like if someone came out here and found us--me, with my pants down?"
"About as bad as it would look if someone discovered my hand firmly attached to your crotch! Now if you have a better idea, let's hear it! Otherwise, quit you're whining and remove-your-pants!"
Had it not been for the pain that he knew would be inflicted if he were to jump back, he would have done so in an instant. The last three words she spoke came out in a nasty and extremely impatient sort of growl, and certainly not something he was accustomed to hearing from the normally calm counselor.
"Okay, fine," he said trying sound irritated but it came out almost fearful.
Will sat back down on the bench and leaned over to remove his boots. Upon
feeling her hand pressing into his crotch, the amused thought that sprang
through his imagination was quickly usurped by his bodies urgent sensation.
He really. really had to go now.
Getting to his feet quickly, he slid his pants down and within seconds, was standing in his underwear infront of Deanna, all the while thanking the heavens that it was at least a balmy night.
Deanna picked the pants up from the concrete floor and stole a look at the man that always managed to set her body on fire with the simplest of looks. She couldn't tell if his goofy expression was from embarassment or from the discomfort in his body, but either way, he was devastingly handsome. Especially without pants. For Gods sakes, get ahold of yourself. Your engaged to another man! "Will, if you can't wait, I don't believe there is anything under this patio. There is a cliff straight down, if I remember correctly."
Will looked around and finally settled his eyesight back into the crowded banquet room and specifically where the men's bathroom rested against the far side. Having grown up in the wilderness, he would never have questioned what he was about to do had Deanna not been here. Knowing full well that their fellow patrons could not see out into the blackness of night from their bright room, he let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry," he apologized and walked to the opposite side of the patio.
"Its all right," she said attempting to keep her focus on her hand and the zipper.
"Any luck?" he asked trying to hide the noise and the fact that he was watering the enitire cliffside.
"No. Wait! Yes! I Got it!"
Will readjusted himself and when he turned around to face her, she was holding up her newly freed finger. "Great!" His long legs quickly brought him back to where she was sitting. "Now, my I have my pants back please?"
Will stood directly infront of her and when her eyes raised to meet his, she playfully brushed aside his outstretched hand and kept his pants behind her back.
"Dee?" The look in her eyes told him he was in trouble. Even though it had been years since he was privy to such playfullness, he knew full well what her intentions were. And unfortunately, being the gentleman that he was, and if his thoughts were correct in regards to what was about to happen, he had to bring this up. "I'm not sure Jonas would like it if he caught us out here like this, do you?"
Deanna tilted her body slightly and looked around Will just in time to see Jonas flirting with the waitress, confirming her earlier suspicions. Her immediate sadness faded quickly away when Will reached for his pants, but she transferred them to her other hand and held them out over the railing out of his reach. "I have reason to believe that Jonas will no longer care how he catches us." She let go of the pants and watched them blessedly blow back over the railing to land on the floor.
Will's eyebrows shot up in an amused and hopeful look. "In that case..."
Will pressed his body against Deanna and just as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, she felt a snag as her ringed finger became entangled with the decorative leather belt wrapped around his back.
"Oh no, not again," she moaned. But Will only smiled.
"Well at least," he said finally, "this position is a little more conducive to our plans anyway. Don't you think?" he pressed fully against her and captured her mouth as she couldn't have agreed more.