Summary / Rating / Explanation
This is a Star Trek Next Generation FanFiction. It is rated M because there is suggested adult activity also lots of tension. Yar and Data are my two favourite characters so they are my main focus. I put my own perspective on Data and Tasha romance. Basically, I couldn't find the fanfiction I wanted to read so I wrote it. Yar probably isn't going to die in my fanfiction. It follows the timeline as set out in the series with only minor creative diversions. British spelling so deal with it.
The Naked Now - The infected
Yar simply wasn't herself; sweat beaded her forehead and upper-lip. It was like she was running a fever but at the same time, she felt like she didn't give a damn about anything. She wasn't behaving like Lieutenant Natasha Yar, she longed to be touched, kissed and just to get wild.
'Screw duty' she thought happily, at this thought she tugged at her high collar jumpsuit. It felt unbearably constrictive and the material felt coarse against her skin. She wanted to strip off, she wanted to stand under the cool air of the ship's air conditioner.
She ran her hands down over her firm hips several times marvelling at the sensation under her palms. Her hip bones felt sturdy and strong, her muscles felt resilient and taut. She thought irritably to herself that she had wasted her lovely body; all she did was train and attend to duties.
She never took care of Tasha but now she wanted to. Yar glided down the corridor in a dream towards her friend Deanna's room. She wanted to be pretty and feminine like Deanna. She wanted males to look at her as if she were sexy like Deanna was.
Deanna wasn't at her quarters, but respect and propriety didn't seem too important right now. Yar entered Deanna's private rooms and began pawing avidly through her friend's silky garments. Deanna had a body like a model and dressed like a princess. That is what Yar wanted for herself, she wanted gauze draped over her chest and her legs freed from her jumpsuit.
Before long, Deanna arrived looking quizzical at her as she held fabrics up to her body. Yar tried and failed to coherently communicate what she wanted. A confused Deanna took a gaudy blue garment from her saying calmly "I don't think this is for you".
Yar's face fell like a child being told she can't have a certain toy. Deanna sensed all the turmoil inside this normally self-assured woman. Reaching her hand out to her Yar took a hold of Deanna's hand and pressed it to her peachy cheek and sighed.
Deanna's hand was cool and baby soft, the bones of her fingers fragile like a bird's wing. She was such a petite and perfectly put together creature with soft dark curls. Yar suddenly wanted to press her face into that mane and to feel Deanna's figure against hers.
Yar longed to enjoy and admire Deanna. She epitomised everything she at this moment wanted to be. Yar couldn't believe she felt this way about her friend. In her sober mind it would have seemed unnatural but now it felt like a natural curiosity.
Deanna could sense what Yar was feeling. It was a potent sexual desire that caused heat to rise inside of her. Deanna's throat fluttered and her prominent clavicles seemed to rise as she struggled to keep her composure.
Deanna realised that whatever polywater virus Yar had she now had it too, and it was acting quickly. Deanna's eyes trailed over Yar's body, she had the body of a cross-fit trainer but retained an almost pre pubescent boyish charm.
Yar's short blonde hair contrasted so much to her own look. Yar's soft lips parted and Deanna's dark pupils seemed to dilate in desire. Before either realised it they were kissing tentatively and their bodies moved closer together. Deanna's softness melted slowly towards the solid figure of the intoxicated Yar.
Yar didn't let go of Deanna's hand but with her other hand, she stroked her bountiful dark hair. Deanna was the one who pulled back, her dark eyes fluttering open as she whispered her voice thick with lust "No Tasha, …we need to get you to sick bay".
Yar let go and smiled easily "no worries I can just go to the ship supply store, they've got everything…" and she wandered off in the same dreamy state.
Deanna breathed heavily and held the hand Yar had been holding to her chest to steady herself. Something was wrong, she felt drunk but it was more than drunk she felt uninhibited.
Yar was clearly under the polywater's influence but Deanna was in no position to force someone as strong as Yar to sickbay. Yar hadn't seemed to hear her properly, it was clear her judgment was impaired. Deanna informed Piccard via the ships coms' of the situation and he affirmed that he would deal with it.
Send in the Datas
After a peculiar exchange with a very loose sounding Yar, Piccard decided to send Data to attend on her. Piccard reasoned that this virus wouldn't affect Data since he was an android. However, what Piccard failed to consider was the organic components to Data's body. Data was in fact perfectly susceptible to this uninhibited disease.
Yar had changed from her Starfleet uniform into a flimsy, barely concealing, silken outfit. It gracefully covered her high breasts but left her sternum exposed from breastbone to her toned navel. Her blonde cropped hair was slicked back and her eyes were painted like she was a harem girl. Yar stood admiring and stroking herself in the mirror. Suddenly her door beeped open and Commander Data strode into her private quarters. Yar appeared at the bedroom door her eyes soft and lusty.
After ascertaining that Data was indeed fully functional in multiple techniques Yar felt relief and desire pulsating in her veins. Her enquiring hands ran over his shoulders, which caused his cheeks to turn upward into a smile. The virus had infected Data and he too felt that his judgment program had been switched off. He had no propriety protocols to hinder him and was being presented with an opportunity to explore his sexuality function.
Data had heard several of the crew, male and female; speculate about Yar's sexuality and what she'd, as they put it, be in the sack. Well, he wasn't sure which sack they were speaking about he now found himself wondering if his creator had made him adequate to the task of pleasing a human female. Data ran one of his hundreds of pleasure programs and allowed Yar to have her way.
Yar could feel herself surrendering to the warm melting sensation of his fingers as they worked their way down the curve of her spine to the peach clef of her buttocks.
The sheer fabric of her trousers helped his palms to slide seamlessly down over those firm hillocks in one breathless motion. This contact caused tight warm ripples of anticipation deep down within her.
The intimacy and nature of this contact had been gone from her life for so long but now it was brought back, like a wire surging with electricity. With his expertly programmed movements, the woman trapped deep inside the security officer with so much to prove was reawakening.
The delicate nature of his grip suddenly became tight as he lifted her up onto his hips her back pressing into the coldness of the wall. His android strength made her feel as if she was a weightless thing, there was no uncomfortable struggle.
Inwardly she marvelled at the power in his grip, she knew that these hands could crush every bone in her body or bend any metal like it was wet clay. Simultaneously as she was aroused by this strength she felt a primal reassurance that this hard mechanical power would never hurt her, he was safe for her, he only wanted to please her.
Gently pinning her in place his face came close to her lips and stopped a few centimetres from making contact. Yar elongated her neck trying bridge the gap between them but his head nudged her face away and his lips found the hot skin of her neck just below the lobe of her ear and began passionately kissing her.
Her eyes lifted celling-ward as a gasp escaped her. Nobody had ever kissed her like this and it sent electricity all the way down her spine. Who knew one small area could be such an erogenous zone? The pair eventually slid into bed together and Data was able to successfully execute several sub-routine programs before being summoned back to the bridge.
Yar lay naked beneath her lightweight sheets, her eyes closed in a fitful sleep. Data had maximised her pleasure multiple times and with little effort on her part. His unselfish love making had exhausted her both physically and mentally.
Data 's system was now fully infected with the virus, he strolled jauntily back to the bridge, a self-satisfied grin on his face. Piccard too was now sweating, it seemed the virus had taken control of the entire ship.
The Morning After
Eventually, Yar awoke in sickbay wearing a medical gown. Beverly's friendly motherly gaze was looking down on her. Dr Crusher explained that they had all been infected with the Tsiolkovsky virus and that it had caused them all to abandon their inhibitions. As Beverly put it the effects of the virus were similar to that of being utterly shit-faced drunk. Yar was shocked to hear Beverly use language like that. She was always so motherly and caring.
Yar's head felt thick and foggy, as she recuperated in sickbay flashes of what had transpired came back to her. She'd come onto Deanna, Yar had basically kissed a young ensign quite passionately and worst of all she'd taken Data's virginity.
Yar felt a queasy mix of embarrassment and shame. What if someone found out? What if it went around the ship she was a sex hungry pan sexual with a penchant for androids? How would her crew respect her as a professional? Could she trust Data not to babble about their encounter to others?
Yar groaned and lay back on the bed wishing she could just vanish into a black hole. A fellow crewman on the biobed next to hers looked over sympathetically and said "Don't sweat it, whatever you did can't be as bad as me…I stripped naked and ran through the corridors..." the Ensign's young face crinkled into a sheepish smile.
"I doubt anyone will face punishment over the Tsiolkovsky polywater virus" Yar replied resting back onto her pillow feeling a little less ridiculous.
Later when she had been discharged from sickbay Yar, in her uniform once again, made her way to the bridge to take up her post. She was fully recovered now but not yet ready to face Data since their tryst had can quite far, multiple times.
At the thought of the word multiple, she felt a pulse of energy down her body towards her groyne. Data had been incredibly accurate when he had said he was programmed in multiple techniques. Yar couldn't have imagined just how broad his range of pleasuring was.
Riding up in the turbo lift with Deanna, they'd both managed to joke and laugh at their behaviour. Apparently, Deanna had thrown herself brazenly at Will Rikker after her encounter with Yar. Will who hadn't been affected by the virus had rebuffed her explicit advances and carried her, protesting all the way, to sickbay.
The two chuckled at their behaviour and lack of inhibition. With Deanna, it had simply been the virus taking a hold of them. There was nothing more to it and it wasn't going to affect their friendship.
When the lift doors swooshed open Yar steeled herself and strode into the bridge as if the past 24 hours had never happened. She immediately caught Data's curious yet slightly uncomfortable gaze. Like a naughty child Data swiftly looked away and turned his focus back to the science station where he was standing.
Yar knew in that moment she'd have to speak to him. He was, after all, such an innocent. He never even realised how inappropriate his line of questioning could be. If she didn't say something to him he would no doubt be asking Geordie or Riker or, god forbid, the Captain about sexual congress with a human female.
She took a gulp and walked over to him at the communications desk and locked her eyes on him.
"Data, I'm only going to tell you this just once" she paused for a second "it never happened," she said.
Without waiting for a response she went back to her position on the bridge leaving him looking confused. Yar felt a twinge of annoyance at Data. He had taken what she said literally. It was as if she could hear his brain neurones firing trying to make sense of what she'd said. She wished he'd just get it like a human guy would.
Back at her station Piccard spoke up, "I put it to you all: I think we shall end up with a fine crew if we avoid temptation." Yar glanced slightly backwards at Data but it was if the Piccard was addressing her personally and she returned her gaze straight ahead. This would not be happening again anytime soon.