Geordi arrived in Engineering via the turbolift at 1730 hours. He felt conflicting emotions about his plan to show the Chancellor around the engines. He had been exceptionally excited about it. He had studied her work as a cadet and throughout his career. She was something of a cult personality and inspired a certain fandom among young Engineers. He could think of several old classmates who would be green with jealousy over how much time he'd get to spend with her.
One conflict with the excitement was that she'd turned out to be a Woman. He didn't think his friends would've been prepared for that either. In her gorgeous frock at the party he couldn't avoid noticing that she had a beautiful body and a glowing face. Getting drunk with her had cemented this fact in his mind. He felt a great pleasure in his attraction to her, but also a little guilt. He did not want to disrespect someone for whom he had very great respect.
Add to that the sudden revelation that she'd made passionate love to his best friend and his head was spinning. He had to admit that he hoped, in a small secret way, that she'd be interested in him. It was a great fantasy: Chancellor Lellee Sull has an affair with the Chief Engineer of the Enterprise.
But it was a fantasy.
Geordi stood around the comm island when the turbolift doors opened and Sull entered, still wearing her gauzy green dress. She'd taken her hair down.
But it was a fantasy…
"Good evening, Geordi," she said, walking up to him and offering him her hand. He took it in the Partian style and smiled awkwardly. She noticed.
"Hi...Lellee," he said, nearly saying Chancellor.
"It's really very sweet of you to show me around when you're off duty," she said, letting go of his hand.
"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do!" he said with a grin, hoping it didn't seem pathetic.
Sull laughed quietly. The Enterprise seemed to have a surplus of adorable men. "Vacation is what you make it," she thought to herself.
"You know," she began, "I really love the open plan of the Engineering section. It just feels more fluid and efficient."
Geordi smiled as she took his arm. "I agree. Where should we start first?"
"She's your baby; so lead on, Chief." Sull gestured her hand forward and he led her directly toward the Warp Core.
Two hours later they returned to the island where they started. "He really wandered around stealing things?" she asked with a giggle.
"He sure did. It's a lucky thing Captain Picard didn't take Rasmussen's presence too seriously or we might not have been able to execute my plan." Geordi stopped at the island and faced Lellee.
"Of course he followed your plan, Geordi. It was brilliant." She beamed.
He laughed and said "It worked" with a shrug. Then he looked up and chuckled. "But really, he had no chance. He had the nerve to try and kidnap Data."
"Welcome to the 24th Century," Lellee laughed and leaned on the island, crossing her arms.
Geordi's thoughts now dwelled on Data. He couldn't forget what he'd shared just hours before. This woman had made an impression on an android. He didn't realize he was staring until she looked back at him.
"What?" she asked, noting his stillness.
Geordi took in a deep breath. He had no evasive answer. So he just shrugged. "That… was a weird one."
"It's lucky Rasmussen was a fool. It would've been a great loss if he'd taken or hurt Data." She uncrossed her arms and sighed.
Geordi giggled. "Yeah. I would miss him, definitely."
"You are close friends?" She smiled.
Geordi paused a moment with his mouth open. "Yeah… he nodded. As much as one can be close friends with an android, I guess."
"You mean that he has no feelings for you?" She tilted her head.
"Well I guess I'm wrong about that, aren't I?" he said and then nearly choked and kicked himself.
Lellee raised her eyebrows. "Data confided in you about my theory?"
Geordi nodded and turned away slightly. "It's interesting," he said.
"Data told you about last night, didn't he?" She stared right into his VISOR.
"Yes…" he admitted. "I'm sorry. He just…"
"You're Chief Engineer and probably his best friend," she replied. "Of course he told you. I think he should speak to Deanna as well."
"He did," Geordi replied reflexively. "He spoke to us both at the same time."
"Oh, that's good. It seems he experienced something unusual during our affair," she said casually.
Geordi nearly choked. Then he couldn't control himself. "I kind of can't believe it…"
"Why not?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
"I…" he didn't know how to answer in a respectful way. "Well… I'm sorry if it sounds crass… but… It's impressive to think you can turn on an android."
Sull threw back her head and laughed. "Gracious, Geordi, that's a fantastic compliment." Geordi laughed too. Then he slipped into a strangely pensive position. "What is it?" Lellee asked him. He looked at her and didn't know what to say. "I just realized something…" she said quietly.
"What?" Geordi said, surprised.
"I'm stuck on this ship. I was mourning the loss of my vacation. But I realized something." She stepped forward, closer to him. "Vacation is what you make it." She lifted her eyebrows and smirked.
Geordi held his breath. He couldn't believe what he had inferred from that statement. So he didn't move. Lellee lifted an eyebrow.
"I scared you off, didn't I?" She leaned back.
"Scared me off?" he replied. "So… you mean what I thought you meant…" He closed his mouth tight.
"My place?" she asked.
Geordi walked into Chancellor Sull's quarters with a light head. She walked ahead of him and he noticed the room was rather cold. He shivered.
"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" she asked, standing at the foot of the bed. He still remained near the doors.
Then he laughed. It was adorable. "This is surreal…" he put out his hands.
"We can just chat, if you'd prefer. I programmed some pleasant soft drinks into the replicator." She gestured toward the device. Geordi squeezed his hands into fists. She walked toward him. "Though, I will admit…a certain disappointment if I am to be denied the chance to touch you."
He could smell her strange light perfume. "You are an amazing woman," he whispered. This time she stepped into his arms. He held his hands nearly touching her shoulders. "If you're serious… I don't think I can hold back…"
"Perfect," she whispered and pressed her lips against his. His hands found her shoulders and he squeezed. His mouth was cool and tender. He teased her lips with his tongue and teeth. His hands and the skin of his neck were soft and electrified by the cool air in the room.
Geordi groaned when she slid her hands under his uniform jacket. They were hot and smooth and nimble. She massaged the stiff muscles in his back and then unzipped his uniform. He nearly stumbled kicking off his boots and socks.
He untied her dress and let it flutter to the ground. He gasped at her hard nipples and the strangely bony and soft curves of her feminine body. They tried to walk toward the bed and fell into it.
Sull rolled him over and kissed her way down his neck, his torso, and his hips. He hissed in pleasure and looked down just in time to see her run her tongue along his powerful erection. He moaned loudly and his legs twitched. She licked and kissed and sucked playfully until he felt his head was going to explode. She giggled and he groaned.
"You're killing me…" Geordi whispered. And suddenly they were face to face. She looked down on him with a dangerous smirk and ran her hands up his chest.
She pressed her knees into his hips and sat up. He squeezed her backside as she straddled him. "Oh my god…" he said, and she slid herself onto him. She squeezed him and lifted, sliding slowly off of his slick cock. He moaned louder when she descended.
Sull kept the pace agonizingly slow. He squeezed her hips and mumbled and moaned as she worked him.
Suddenly he jerked and said, "Lellee, I can't hold back." She laughed, thinking he was going to come.
But suddenly she was through the air and flat on her back. He loomed over her, grabbed her hips, and squeezed into her. She mewled as he ground against her clitoris.
"You are fucking incredible," Geordi said. "I could pound you for hours." Then he grunted and pumped into her. He thrust hard and slow, her cries lifting into the air.
"Is that good?" he whispered. She made an affirmative groan and he picked up speed. "Yes. God. Yes…" he hissed in her ear. Then he grunted and growled. He pulled away suddenly. She gasped and looked startled. Geordi reached his right hand for the VISOR and very slowly pulled it away from his face.
"Sorry," he whispered. His eyes were closed. He sat the VISOR above her head on the bed and then fell on her mouth, where he probed her with his tongue and began grinding again. Incredibly grueling minutes passed.
She was dizzy and overwhelmed, suddenly begging, "Geordi, please. Pound me, Geordi. Fuck me hard, please… please."
Geordi groaned raggedly and chuckled as he honored her pleas. He thrust feverishly, their bodies slapping together, their moans and whines mingling into a cacophony. He drilled her with a fury he didn't know he had. His thickness tormented her and when he began to chant "Yes!" to every-quickening thrusts, her eyes rolled back and she cried until her voice cracked under the pressure of her explosive orgasm. The violent waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her pleasure was amplified at his grunts, groans, spasms, and drawn-out howl of "Lellee!" as he came powerfully inside her.
A full minute passed as they trembled and whimpered and ground against each other. Geordi nuzzled her neck, unaware of anything but the pulsing satisfaction he felt in every part of his body. After that minute he reveled in how his cock felt, sheathed and wet.
She shuddered and sighed, contracting around him until he groaned with fresh volume and pulled out. Then he chuckled with ragged happiness. With great effort he pulled himself onto his elbows. He reached above her and retrieved his VISOR, which he replaced.
"I'm sorry…" he said, suddenly feeling regretful.
"What?" she asked, squinting through the fog of ecstasy.
"I took off my VISOR," he whispered back.
"Fuck me like that again and I'll take it off for you," she whispered with a giggle as she wrapped her hand around his backside and squeezed.
He laughed clearly and then groaned with arousal. "I don't know…" he whispered.
"Yes you do…" She lifted off the bed and slid her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and unconsciously thrust into her again. They cried out together.
An hour later she collapsed on top of him and tangled her legs in his, her head resting over his pounding heart.
"I can't believe it…" he whispered.
"What?" she asked and looked up at him.
"That just happened…" He smirked.
"As soon as I can move my legs, it'll happen again," she said, also smirking.
He burst out with laughter. "I think I need water and rations or we may have to move to a bio bed in sickbay."
