A/N: This is AU. It's smut. If that's no' your cuppa tea, then read something else. I discovered the fic 'The Complication' recently and felt it was missing some of the steamier elements many of us enjoy. The first chapter is a lead-in to the events of the Complication.

Thank you to CharlieFenwick for granting me permission to fill in some missing scenes from her story. I wish I could take credit for the plot, but that is all Charlie's.

This story can stand alone. However, I encourage you to read 'The Complication' as it's the plot (and this is just the PWP…)


"You jewel, that's exactly what I hoped," she replied with glee.

She grabbed his hand and backed toward her bedroom.

When they reached the doorway, she turned to face him.

It was all so surreal. He was standing in her bedroom. She ran her hands up his arms and got a rush of exhilaration knowing those same long arms would soon be holding her.

Gripping his shoulders firmly, she pushed him back onto her bed.

He was smiling in a most-unlike Data fashion.

She stopped to take in the sight of him. For someone that was allegedly emotionless, he certainly seemed excited. There was hunger in the way he was looking at her.

The way he was looking up at her made her feel desirable. She felt gorgeous. She had told him she wanted love and, in that moment, just the way he was looking at her was more than enough to fill that request. His mouth was slightly ajar, his golden eyes wide with anticipation, and she could see his breathing had increased.

She sauntered over to him. Slowly she pulled her legs up on the bed and straddled his hips. There was no need to rush. She wanted to savour this moment.

There was something satisfying in knowing that the ever-professional Lieutenant Commander was coming apart at the seams and that she was the cause of it.

She rolled her hips against him and his breath hitched at the friction.

Tasha found the zipper at his collar and pulled it down to his navel. Data propped himself up on his elbows and watched in awe as she trailed kisses up his abdomen and then his chest.

He let himself drop back against the bed when she reached his neck and gently nipped at his bioplast skin. She grinned and paused to look at him.

Data reached up with his left hand and stroked the side of her face.

"I find myself compelled to apologise, Lieutenant," he said suddenly.

"Don't," Tasha insisted shaking her head.

She was afraid that he was going to stop this before it went any further.

Data gripped her face in his hand by the chin. It wasn't harsh, but it was enough to stop her to focus on him.

"I apologise if my tendency to stare at you has caused you discomfort. I find myself drawn to your presence as the sight of you is aesthetically pleasing," he said.

"Are you saying you think I'm pretty?" Tasha asked playfully.

"That would be an understatement," he replied as he released the grip on her chin and ran his thumb down the side of her neck.

She was used to pickup lines. She'd heard a million of them in all corners of the universe. But this felt different. Data didn't lie. Data didn't have an ulterior motive – she'd already invited him to her bed.

Tasha trusted that his statement was true, and it melted her heart.

"May I?" he asked as his hands found the clasp of her top at the base of her neck.

Tasha smiled and nodded in response. To her frustration, he did not undo the clasp. Instead, he wrapped his other arm around her back. She felt his cock twitch when his hand made impact with her exposed back.

Holding her close, he sat up on the bed and held her in his lap. He pulled her mouth against his own and his tongue traced along the part as if to ask permission. She opened her mouth in response and felt his tongue slip in against her own.

His breath was warm. His tongue, astonishingly human. And he tasted like something she couldn't quite place.

It wasn't exactly sweet but there was something flavourful and exotic.

Was it cinnamon? Vanilla?

Although Tasha had a enjoyed a healthy sex life, she usually didn't permit her partners to kiss her this way. Sure, she was fine with her partners kissing her body -but never on the mouth, especially never open-mouthed.

It was too romantic, too great a risk for attachment.

But she wanted this. She wanted this attachment with Data.

She ran her hands along his chest. His chest was firm, but the skin itself was soft. She marvelled at the detail his creator had put into replicating the muscle makeup under the pale bioplast that covered his endoskeleton.

He suspected Tasha was unaware of his sexual history. He didn't consider his years of experience to be anything to boast about, but he'd logged a total of 8,280 hours of first-hand experience.

Data's previous partners had only ever wanted one thing from him – sex. Some were longstanding mutual agreements between people he would consider friends. They got the pleasure they sought, and he got the experience of human behaviour he craved. Others saw him as a curiosity, a toy to be played with to suit their need until they became disinterested.

As a well-endowed emotionless android, he was the perfect partner for those looking to remain emotionally unattached.

This felt different.

"But I got out of my uniform for you, Data."

Her replayed her words in his head.

Something in the way she was touching him, the way she looked at him, the sounds she made as his mouth travelled to the pulse point of her neck made him think she wanted him.

Sure, she wanted his body. But she wanted him too.

His positronic brain had shut down nearly all other functions aside from his ethical programme, those sustaining his functioning, and his need to feel.

His request for gentleness was the only thing stopping him from lifting her up and taking her against the wall.

As he continued to suck at her neck, he unclasped her top and slid it off her shoulders. He lightly pulled the blue fabric down to expose her arms. His fingers traced across the scars on her upper arms and he pondered if she had intentionally chosen long sleeves out of some desire to hide them.

She'd made it off Turkana, but the planet had left its mark on her body.

Tasha was surprised that he didn't shudder or pause. She was used to most people just avoiding touching that part of her body.

Tasha was not ashamed or embarrassed by her scars. She was perfectly comfortable being naked, but with Data she felt satisfyingly bare.

Sitting back on her knees she let the piece drop to the side on the floor and felt self-confident as his eyes widened at the site of her exposed flesh.

He rested his chin on her chest and looked up at her.

"Before we proceed any further, I believe it would be apropos if you could clarify-"

"This isn't a mistake," Tasha said as she silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.

Nothing that felt so right could be a mistake.

He kissed the tip of her finger and she closed her eyes.

He continued to work his way through her fingers, kissing the tip of each finger gently until her reached her thumb. He sucked on the digit for a moment before placing a kiss on her thumb. He then took her arm in hand and brought his lips down to plant a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist.

"I do not believe this is a mistake. I would like you to please clarify if there any activities you would prefer or anything you would like me to avoid?" Data said looking up at her.

It may have been more analytical than sexy, but to Tasha his words were electrifying.

"I like what you're doing," Tasha responded.

"Do you wish to 'go further'?" he inquired as he cocked his head at her.

She nodded.

He brought his lips to her left breast and kissed the soft flesh. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, flicking his tongue across the hard peak before providing her other breast with equal attention.

She rocked against him, a familiar warm wetness growing along with the ache between her legs. She needed to be filled. She wanted the weight of him on top of her.

Data rolled them over so she was flat on her back on the edge of the bed.

She pulled herself properly onto the bed and Data followed climbing on top of her.

He kissed her navel and then slid the sides of her skirt down her legs. Tossing it to the side, he turned his hands to her legs. He massaged the back of her thigh, just above her knees. Tasha felt conflicted between the feeling of relaxation that his hands were causing and the growing need in her cunt.

Data guided her to bend her legs upward and she planted her heels on his back.

She whimpered when his tongue made first contact and slid upwards in one long stroke. His hands gripped her arse as his tongue continued its tender assault on her clit.

Tasha's heels dug into his back. She reached down for him. Desperate for more contact, she slid her fingers into his hair. For a brief moment he paused, and she could feel him smile into her.

Spurred on by her touch, his nose swiped across her clitoris and she moaned appreciatively. He slipped a long finger into her and Tasha growled in frustration. She wanted more.

Data took the hint and plunged another finger inside of her.

"Data, please," she panted as she raised her hips to meet his mouth.

She could feel she was getting close. As much as she wanted release, she wanted his cock first. Something animalistic had overtaken her and she needed him.

"I want you," she implored.

His fingers slipped out of her and he pushed her thighs apart, anchoring her down to the bed.

Tasha gasped and looked down at him confused.

He was a sight. His typically perfect hair was out of place. His chin wet with her desire.

Their eyes met. He licked his lips and he grinned at her wickedly.

Suddenly his lips wrapped around her clitoris and he sucked hard and began flicking his tongue vigorously across the over sensitised flesh with small, rapid licks.

She bit her lip at the peak of her climax. She had no control as her body tried to roll her hips away from his tongue. But the android hands on her thighs held her in place. There was no escape and the intensity was too much.

"Data stop for a minute," Tasha squeaked.

He stopped immediately, moved away, and sat back onto his knees.

"Are you alright?" had asked cautiously as he scanned her with yellow eyes full of concern.

"Yes," Tasha nodded. "It's just very warm."

Data nodded.

She felt hot. Her breathing was ragged. She felt as if her cunt was both simultaneously relaxing and contracting. The bedding beneath her was soaked but she had no desire to move.

"I have noticed a marked increase in your body temperature," he replied. "Can I get you anything?"

Tasha shook her head and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"May I offer a suggestion?" Data asked as he cocked his head to the side.

Tasha nodded.

"Computer, lower ambient temperature by five degrees," he said as the computer acknowledged his request and Tasha felt cooler air begin to circulate into the room.

Resting her head back against the headboard she closed her eyes.

"Perhaps we should get you to sickbay," Data recommended.

Tasha shook her head. She felt like she was being watched. She opened one eye and saw he was sitting motionless staring at her.

"What?" She asked with a small smile.

Data leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I am thinking that your tousled hair is very becoming," he said softly.

Tasha grinned wider and bit her lip.

"But I am also thinking it may be best to get you to sickbay and we can continue this activity at another time," he said seriously.

He swung his legs around and his feet made contact with the carpet.

Before he could stand up, Tasha reached out and wrapped her arms around his chest. Resting her chin on his shoulder she placed a kiss on his neck.

"I don't want to take a rain check," she whispered in his hear. He quickly searched through his memory bank to determine the meaning of 'rain check.'

He took a hold of her hand and turned face her.

"Are you certain you wish to continue?" he had asked in earnest.

"Yes," Tasha replied firmly with a smile as she pulled him back onto the bed.

He nuzzled her neck, and she could feel her slick on his face.

She felt like her orgasm had taken the edge off, but it wasn't enough.

Tasha ran her hands down his lean frame until they found his backside. She gripped his firm arse and tried to pull him toward her.

"Please," she said with a small moan.

He stopped kissing her neck and looked down at her.

"What would you like, darling?" he asked.

"You," she said simply as she looked up at him, blue eyes pleading with desire. "Fuck me."

He pulled off of her and stood up. She watched with awe as he slipped out of his jumpsuit and she took in his body for the first time.

In the dim lighting of her bedroom his lean, sculpted muscle and pale skin made him appear statuesque. The sharp edge of the v line that cut down to his cock made her say a silent prayer of thanks to his creator for his well-formed figure.

Data pulled her off the bed. Picking her up he pinned her between himself and the wall. With one hand his fingers gripped the soft flesh of her arse and she could feel his erection against her. She linked her arms under his to hold onto him.

He guided his hard cock to her entrance. Data captured his lips with her own and she moaned into his mouth at the stretch as he eased into her.

He planted his free hand on the wall and began to thrust with slow, long strokes.

Yes. This is what she had wanted.

"More," she instructed him.

He increased the paced, grunting as he drove into her. With each thrust her back slammed into the wall behind her and Tasha found herself growing louder and more vocal.

She threw her head back and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"So wet for me," he said in husky voice as he nipped at her neck.

"Yes, Commander," she replied.

She didn't know what compelled her to say it, but it felt so hot, so right.

But it seemed to please him as she heard a soft gasp of pleasure escape from his lips.

She could feel her orgasm building with each stab. He stopped kissing her neck and she felt his breath next to her ear. His thrusts grew harder and more erratic.

She squeezed around him and was rewarded when he moaned.

"Come for me," he said in a low voice that drove her over the edge.

Data would catalogue to memory the sight of her biting her lip as she came. He thrust deep and she could feel his cock pulsate as he reached his own release.

He stilled. They stayed like that for a moment. He tenderly brushed her bangs back and looked at her curiously.

"You are irresistible," he said before placing a brief, chaste kiss on her lips.

Tasha moaned appreciatively in response.

She felt warm and fuzzy and comfortably used. He carried her over to the bed and she stretched back. Data sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap. He wrapped an arm around her began to stroke her hair.

"Did I sufficiently meet your requests?" he asked in earnest.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" Tasha asked.

"Is that your way of saying you would like for this to occur again in the future?" Data questioned.

"Mmm hmm," she replied lazily.

Tasha closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of Data holding her in his arms – the same, long beautiful arms that she had imagined.

She felt joy, and gentleness, and love.