Challenge from Imzadi List:
It's time once again to throw out a new story challenge. This
one is for fun and has only a few <g> requirements to be woven within your
story. They are:
1)Use the phrase, "It's larger than I thought!"
2)Ask the question, "What's that smell?"
3)Use the phrase, "Tail of a comet"
4)mention a chocolate dessert
5)the story needs to contain the word "spurs"
6)Use the phrase, "Is that Star Fleet issue..."
Play with the above and have some fun with it. The only other requirement is that you place a rating on your story (or make note of adult contents due to use of language -or -- sexual situations.. whatever---IF NEEDED).
There is plenty of room here to do just about anything, so let your imaginations soar and your fingers type!
Answer to Challenge #2
Paramount owns it all
"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 been 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 sharply 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 sharply 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 more firmly than before when he spoke next. "Dee...I've really got to use the bathroom."
The end :))