She swung her hips, which were draped in black soft fabric, accenting all of her curves and muscles. Advancing on her taget, her lips curled suggestively.
"How about now? Am I still 'acceptable by human standards'?"
The woman placed her hands on his chest as he backed away in defense.
"W-well, you are very... salacious." He mumbled, attempting use of a complex word in order to confuse her. But instead her grin grew, and her manner more evocative.
"'Salacious', huh mister?" Tracing her hand down the length of his bare chest, she seemed deep in thought. "You know, I can't remember the last time the good doctor provided such a... worthy assignment." She looked up at his nervous face. "And I think this time you're functioning correctly."
He swallowed and attempted to back away further, where he was met by a wall.
"Much, more correctly, Data."
He flinched as she said his name, and attempted a stern sounding voice. "N-now, ma'am. Father only w-wished you to observe if my programming was functioning as it shou-ou-" his voice squeaked off as she ran her hand down past his torso, into the more fun areas of his artificial body.
"Oh," she smiled licentiously. "You like that, big guy?"
The pale android swallowed again, but nodded honestly, unable to catch the rhetoric.
"I thought you might." Big, pretty lashes blinking flirtasiouly at him. "Anyway, -that's- functioning correctly." She giggled.
"W-where you not to report to Father as soon as possible with an analy-ss-ssis?" He struggled, as she grew more and more satyric in her advances.
"But, my dear, your Father is sleeping." She smiled. "It's just me and you, and this big ol' room." She looked into his golden eyes. "Can't we make sufficient use of this room, as it were?"
"This r-" He gasped, trying to collect more words for actual use. "This r-room is to serve as m-my living quarters, I would assume that is en--" She put a polished hand over his mouth.
"Now, now," She said firmly. "We're going to do this analysis correctly. No matter -what- it takes."
The dark and scantily clad woman stopped pushing him to the wall, and instead led the intoxicated android to a small makeshift cot in the corner.
She smiled as she smothered his mouth with hers. 'Welcome, Data, to my humanity.'
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Noonien awoke from his nap, and groggy, left his room and wife for the kitchen to get a drink of water.
As he put his glass back in the replicator to dispose of, he saw his young associate stepping quietly out of his younger son's room. "Ah, miss Touras. Glad to see you up. How was the experiment?"
She smiled contentedly at her senior scientist. "Smashing, and a complete success, doctor."
She paused. "I mean... speaking scientifically, of course."
Dr Soong nodded distractedly. "Of course. Scientifically. Now where..." he patted around his clothes 'til he came to something in his pocket. "Ah! Your payment now, of course."
He held out a small slip of paper to Dr Touras. "One reciept for ten thousand gold plated latinum."
The woman looked at the paper for a moment, then shook her head slowly, a smile forming on cherry-red lips. "No... doctor, I think for once, this experiment was it's own reward."
She gave him a sweet smile, then walked into a small turbolift, marvelling in her success.