Disclaimer :: I don't own anything Star Trek. Or Data... though I wish I could... But Starfleet ruled that he is sentient and, therefore, not property.


Dream 1


Data stood on the edge of a golden field, the sparse stalks of grasses swaying lightly in the breeze...

The air whispered lightly across his skin...

...goosebumps...

He looked down at his arm - tilted his head slightly in curiosity - the hairs there stood up on end... Thrilled...

He cocked his head again as he noticed that he was nearly naked, wearing nothing but his boxers... Pale skin shining in the warm sunlight...

A hand grasped his own left...

He looked up to see a young woman... her own pale skin glowing in the sun... her dirty-blond hair tied back in a messy bun... herself in her underwear, white bra and panties...

"Oats?" He asked, cocking his head yet again in question as his brows knit in confusion... What a strange dream...

"It's good for your skin." She tugged him forward, "Come on, it'll be fun!"

His legs propelled him forward, after her, in slow, warm steps...

...his bare feet on the warm earth and grass...

"But my skin is made up of an inorganic molecular fabric."

The stalks of the grasses brushed against his legs and thighs...

Ahead, the girl was speeding up into a run. Data pumped his legs harder, holding tight her warm hand, something in him not wanting to let go... But she let go, running ahead, shouting in joy! Her arms spread as if to fly...

He followed her... Left, up a light embankment... Watching her bare legs work her up the hill... His eyes lingered on her naked back... Her alabaster shoulders...

She stopped near the top. He approached her - and touched lightly the small of her back... the sensation of warm, delicate skin under his fingertips and palm - stepping around to her left.

"Slide down!" She smiled at him.

"What? Why?"

"Because it's fun."

"Okay." Data took a few steps at the slope of the hill and let himself flop down on his back and slide down the length of the embankment. "Woohoo!"

He spun near the bottom and stopped, laughing, facing back up the hill, still lying on his back. "You're right!" he called back, "that was fun!"

She threw herself forward, down the hill and slid down on her stomach.

*she's going to hit me...* Data thought as she tumbled toward him -

Then she collided with him, tangling up in his legs, shrieking with laughter.

Data pushed himself up on his arms -

"No, don't get up..."

His heart thumped... Her hands venturing up his thighs... The legs of his boxers bunched and exposing more pale flesh...

He gasped a sharp inhale... She crawled between his bent legs... Her left hand set next to his side... Her right hand brushing firmly over his soft - under the thin cotton cloth...

His breathing was heavy... Her fingers travel over his stomach... Waist... Up his chest...

His skin is hot... He groans quietly... She kisses his chest...

Her mouth found the tender skin at the base of his throat and he gasped again, letting the breath out again, slowly, trying desperately to keep his breathing even. Failing miserably.

She rose, her body brushing against his own... Data moaned - such a vast swath of bare skin against his own... And then she took his mouth in a kiss.

Soft... slow... movements of their mouths...

His arms lifted to lay his hands on her sides, spreading wide across her back, pulling her closer to him...

She drew her legs up through his and straddled him... Data groaned. This was so foreign to him. This... aching. She settled her pelvis against his. ...her mouth pressed his hotly open... to taste his tongue...

Her right hand shifted, slid down over his torso, fingers tucking at the hip-band of his boxers.

The sensation of her fingertips on what was long an untouched plain elicited yet another muffled moan -

"Commander Data, you're needed on the bridge."

Data separated his mouth from her's, "I'm not available at the moment... I am quite... busy." The end of his last word was muffled slightly as she drew him back into kissing...

...Her hands caressed the skin of his hips just below the band of cotton...

He sighed and eased his palms south over her hips, slipping his fingers under the band of her panties...

...Something hot low in his pelvic region...

...He kissed her deeper...

Her naked body pressed against his - cotton cloth gone and surrounded in golden-white - as his palms pressed her hips against his, guiding him in... Data rolled his hips in slow, smooth thrusts... She rolled her hips into each one...

~.oOo.~


AN :: So I was going to do my Skyrim stuff first... Then this thought bludgeoned my brain. :/ So! Yup, the first thing I'm posting is rather more naughty-laden than I'd wanted it to be, but I think Data is too beautiful to not share. He's turning out to be a writer's dream to play with too.