A/N: This is AU. It's smut. If that's no' your cuppa tea, then read something else.
Chapter specific content warning: There is a brief mention/reference to Tasha's past history of sexual assault.
This chapter is perhaps a little more *ahem* steamy than the tenderness we saw last time. And that's OK and that's normal. I'd like to believe with Data's excessive programming and natural curiosity, he's probably keen to try lots of things.
What is contained in this chapter certainly isn't anything wild – but I imagine our favourite couple having a healthy, happy, and certainly entertaining sex life (but if you are looking to take a walk on the wild side may I recommend my Lore/Sela series "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk available at A03).
One of the themes that first drew me to this series was the idea that Tasha treated Data differently than the other officers. Like Geordi, she cares about his wants and needs as a person. That theme is central to the next few chapters of this story.
Thank you to Charlie Fenwick for granting me permission to fill in some of the missing scenes from her story "The Complication" and support on this story. With Charlie's permission, I've used some of her text in this story to help tie in these missing scenes.
Data was sitting on Tasha's sofa, listening intently to the story. Tasha was sitting cross-legged next to him as she read aloud from a chapter of Star Station of the Undead. It was a far cry from the kind of classic literature Data read with Captain Picard.
Frankly, he found it refreshing.
"Captain Reynolds looked around, desperate for anything that could block the door," Tasha read. "The sound of the creatures approaching echoed through the abandoned cargo bay. Their groans and growls growing ever closer as Reynolds's eyes strained in the darkness as he tried to push away the thought that his team, his station, had been transformed by the device into an army of the undead."
As soon as the paragraph was finished, Tasha set her PADD down on the windowsill and reached for a glass of synthesised whisky.
Tasha tipped her head back to take a drink. She offered the glass to Data, but he declined.
"Suit yourself," she shrugged.
Tasha set the glass on the ledge of her window and leaned in to kiss him.
It took Data 0.0024 seconds to realise his sensors were not overloading.
Although he could decipher the chemical makeup of the whisky, there was more – he could taste the peaty, smoky flavour of the drink on her tongue.
He broke the kiss, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp.
He coughed as it burned his throat. But Data didn't care, every moment of the experience felt wonderful.
Tasha sat back blinking in silence as she watched him.
"Everything OK?" she asked.
"Better than OK," he replied with excitement.
He set the empty glass back on the sill and pulled her in for another kiss.
It was an unexpected move. Data was always so cautious and hesitant.
The kiss caught Tasha off-guard. But she certainly wasn't complaining.
Like laughing, kissing was something Data felt was so uniquely humanoid. While there were other lifeforms that kissed, they did not engage in the activity in the same way as humans. Nor did they kiss for the same reasons.
Data's hands snaked around Tasha's torso as he deepened the kiss.
He could taste the whisky on her breath, the subtle hint of mint from the tea she'd drank with dinner, and another taste that was uniquely her – neither strong nor particularly identifiable, not unpleasant, but distinctly her .
Tasha clutched the front of his uniform and tried to pull him down with her.
Everything about this sensation was both new and frightening. Data couldn't understand why there was a sudden change in the sensory receptors on his tongue.
Am I malfunctioning?
Data was slightly concerned that it took 2.7 seconds longer than normal to run a preliminary diagnosis – but he was having difficulty focusing on anything other than Tasha's lips.
Data stopped and sat back.
He took a long, shaky breath.
"Are you alright?" Tasha asked.
Data nodded.
"I have duty on the Bridge for Night Watch in twenty-seven minutes," Data said.
Tasha wasn't exactly sure where Data was headed with that statement.
Tasha was about to open her mouth to ask when Data leaned in for another kiss.
"May we – mmph – do this – mmhm – until that – mmhm – time?" Data asked between pressing his lips along her jawline.
"Sure," Tasha giggled as he nipped at the pulse point of her neck.
Tasha couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she suspected there was a reason behind Data's request. She had no qualms about snogging like a pair of adolescents. She wasn't put off by the idea or disappointed. Of all people Data could have pursued, Tasha understood better than most that intimacy need not be sexual in nature.
But it did leave her wondering.
Eighteen minutes in, Data stopped.
"It will take me seven minutes and thirty-two seconds to reach the Bridge," Data explained.
"Mmm, I know you have to go," Tasha replied, nuzzling her nose against his neck.
Data made a move to get up, but Tasha gripped his hand.
"Is there something going on? We don't have to talk about it now," Tasha offered. "But can we talk about it at some point?"
"I believe I would like that," Data answered.
With a short nod, he turned to go.
"Data," Tasha said.
He paused and turned back toward her.
"C'mere," she said as she got up from the sofa and approached him.
Tasha pressed a brief, chaste kiss to his lips and then rested her forehead against his.
"See you tomorrow," she smirked.
The next day, Data dipped his brush into the red ochre on his palette. He brought it to the canvas. Using small, intricate strokes, Data added a shadow to the cherry in the painting in an attempt to replicate the lighting as it hit the bowl of fruit that was sitting on his table.
He stepped back and cocked his head to the side as he evaluated his work.
Data was not satisfied.
While it was certainly exceptional work by the standards at which an amateur painter would be evaluated, Data knew that it wasn't perfect.
And that bothered him.
The diameter of the cherry in his painting was 0.47 millimetres wider than the diameter of that particular piece of fruit on his table. And the angle at which he had painted the shadow was slightly more obtuse than the actual angle of the bowl from his current angle.
He suspected humans were not capable of detecting the subtle differences in the two.
But it would continue to bother him.
Data let out a long, artificial sigh.
Tuesdays were his typical day for painting. He enjoyed the solitude and the opportunity to play around with artistic expression. As with everything he did, even Data's artistic pursuits entailed research, symbolism, and a deeper exploration of emotional awareness.
Data had chosen to paint the still life of a bowl of cherries as the fruit was historically associated with the symbolism of new beginnings, rebirth, and sexuality.
Given all the recent changes in his personal life – including new physical sensations, emotional experiences, and a relationship – Data had wanted to express and explore them artistically.
All of a sudden, Data frowned.
He could not explain it, but he was overcome by a strong urge to bite into one of the cherries in the bowl. Data set his palette and brush down and picked up a piece of the fruit.
Studying the flesh of the fruit, he was confused. He knew it was a species of fruit from the Prunus family. Data understood they were cultivated in various sweet and sour varieties. And from his botanical pursuits, Data knew that many cherry trees were difficult to grow and keep alive even with the advantages of modern arboretums.
He could determine the nutritional content.
But for the first time in his life, Data looked at a piece of food not merely for its cellular composition, significance to human tradition, nor botanical properties.
He wanted to taste it.
There was something about the fruit that made his mouth metaphorically water with anticipation of experiencing sweet and sour flavours.
Data popped the cherry into his mouth and bit down, careful to avoid the pit.
As he rolled the material around on his tongue, Data was intrigued. He knew cherries had a high water content. Humans typically referred to these kinds of fruits as 'juicy.'
And it was juicy.
Data felt his neural net surge with excitement.
Not only did he correctly comprehend a human colloquialism.
He had felt it.
Data had tried food before. He'd nibbled politely at Starfleet functions, tasted things for personal observation, and even once participated in a ritual Peltivian 'Friendship' ale ceremony during a Second-Contact mission while serving on the USS Vancouver .
In twenty-six years, Data had consumed thousands of replicated foods.
But he had never actually tasted any of them.
Certainly not like this.
From the moment he bit into the cherry, Data was overwhelmed with ecstasy. He closed his eyes and relished in the tart, yet sweet, juicy feel of it on his tongue.
Data swallowed the flesh of the cherry. He was about to reach for a second one. He was curious to see if such a phenomenon was repeatable.
He froze.
This type of sensory input wasn't supposed to be a part of his programming.
And this was now the third instance of such a feeling in less than twenty-four hours.
While the change was marvellous, Data was concerned about the cause. Although he could not find or theorise any way in which such a change was harmful, it bothered him that they were occurring with no discernible purpose.
Data tapped his combadge.
"Data to Lieutenant La Forge," Data said. "Would you have to meet me in Engineering to look at a personal project?"
A 'personal project' had become Data and Geordi's code for 'personal emergency.'
Data didn't have the same medical needs as the humanoid personnel. But that didn't mean he wasn't in need of routine care.
"Sure thing, Data," Geordi responded.
"I believe the word 'tart' would be an apt description," Data explained to Geordi.
"And this is the first time?" Geordi asked. "What made you want to try it?"
Data decided it would be best to tell Geordi straightaway. For weeks they had been trying to find what was causing Data's new feelings.
From the moment Data had stepped into Engineering, Geordi could see he was shaken up about something. Thus far, Geordi's initial scans had not detected any changes in Data's positronic matrix.
However, Geordi didn't want to dismiss Data's concerns.
"Curiosity. To be precise, this was the third instance," Data stated.
"Ok, what was the first?" Geordi said as he ran his tricorder over Data's head.
Data did not respond. His thoughts drifted back to the night before when he'd first experienced his newfound ability in Tasha's quarters.
The whisky had been a strange, though not unpleasant, taste experience.
In fact, the peaty, smoky flavour of the drink on her tongue had left Data captivated.
What had followed had been equally enthralling. It was like experiencing their first kiss all over again in a brand-new light.
"Data?" Geordi prompted.
"Yes, Geordi?" Data asked as he cocked his head to the side.
"So, what was the first time you experienced this?" Geordi repeated. "Maybe we can isolate what is causing this?"
Data paused before responding.
"I'd rather not disclose that," Data said as he furrowed his brow.
Tasha had expressly wished that they maintain privacy and Data did not want to betray her confidence.
"Ok, what about the second time?" Geordi asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
Data shook his head and Geordi took the hint.
After he'd seen them in Ten Forward, Geordi had casually asked Data how things were going with Tasha. Data had replied that they were in a relationship and had a desire to keep it private. He requested Geordi not discuss the matter again.
Geordi had smiled and told him ' whatever makes you happy, my friend .'
"I can't find anything that seems to be out of order," Geordi said as he placed his tricorder back into its holster.
"My internal scans show I am functioning within normal parameters," Data said in agreement with Geordi's assessment.
Geordi replaced the panel he had removed from the side of Data's head to access his positronic brain.
"As much pleasure as I have found in experiencing these new sensations, a part of me remains bothered by the mystery of their sudden onset," Data noted aloud.
"Then I'd say enjoy it!" Geordi said as he slapped Data on the back.
There was worry etched in Data's features.
"Look, maybe this is some previously unknown part of your programming," Geordi suggested. "Data, you're the most advanced being I've ever seen."
Geordi was Data's closest friend. And during their time together, Geordi had been vital in helping Data study his own design.
Theoretically, Data's design wasn't even considered viable. Numerous cyberneticists had tried and failed to replicate anything close to Data.
They still didn't know all the ins and outs of his advanced positronic matrix.
And with each passing mission, Data seemed to learn more about himself, his construction, and his abilities.
"Maybe this is some kind of android puberty?" Geordi offered. "Maybe it's completely normal."
Data's brow wrinkled.
"But why now?" Data asked. "While humanoid species encounter puberty at various ages, they typically occur simultaneously with developmental mental changes as well."
Geordi shrugged.
"I don't know, Data," Geordi sighed. "But I'd say you should make the most of this time. Whatever it is, you might as well savour it."
Tasha stepped through the door and into her quarters. She had just returned from a short evening with Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher. They got together weekly – typically for dinner and a card game. Tasha glanced at the time.
It was still fairly early, and she had a late start tomorrow. If it weren't for one of Beverly's ongoing experiments, the three friends would have likely spent more time together.
Tasha contemplated going to the holodeck for a run.
Or could save that for tomorrow. She thought.
They were due to pick up the Antican and Selay delegations tomorrow to transport them to Parliament. Tasha had conducted extensive background research on both delegations and she had a number of security concerns about their upcoming mission.
The Anticans and Selay shared a long, tense history. Decades of warring between the two planets had left both peoples' isolated and devastated. Despite their recent overtures of peace, Tasha remained sceptical.
Deciding she'd best review her plans for tomorrow, Tasha opted to save her run on the holodeck.
Tasha snagged a hot mug of dark chocolate cherry cocoa from the replicator (a new beverage Deanna had turned her on to earlier that night) and settled in with her PADD to review the details of their upcoming mission.
The door chimed.
Tasha set down her PADD and padded across the carpet to the doorway.
"Data," Tasha said, slightly surprised.
While his visit was unexpected, it certainly was welcome.
"Have I disturbed you?" Data inquired.
"Not at all," Tasha grinned.
She stepped aside and signalled for him to come in.
"Can I get you anything?" Tasha asked.
Data shook his head.
It was evident Data was bothered by something. He was standing less than a metre from the door and kept his eyes trained on the floor.
"Take a seat," Tasha offered as she indicated the spot next to her on the sofa.
Data nodded nervously and sat down.
"Do you want to talk about last night?" Tasha prompted.
Data was staring down at his own hands folded in his lap. For all his declarations about being emotionless, it was times like this that Tasha could see the emotions he felt represented in his body language.
"I am sorry if it was uncomfortable," Data apologised.
"I thought it was sweet," Tasha replied.
She reached out and encouraged him to meet her eyes.
"You never have to apologise to me for being you," Tasha assured him.
Data blinked.
"Then why did you request that we talk?" Data asked.
He had presumed Tasha's request the night before had been because she found something displeasing or uncomfortable.
"Because it seemed like you had something on your mind," Tasha confessed. "And I want you to understand that you can talk about your feelings. This is all very new, and it is perfectly normal to experience a mix of emotions."
She had suspected that his desire to simply snog the night before had been an effort to slow down. From what Data had shared with her, it sounded as if Data had never had the opportunity to explore an emotional connection with another person. The last thing she wanted was to make him feel like he was being used again.
"Maybe I interpreted things wrong, but if you want to slow down, I understand," Tasha went on. "We can go at whatever pace makes you feel comfortable."
She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You believe that my request to simply, as you would say 'canoodle', was a desire to avoid sex," Data surmised aloud.
"I don't want you to feel pressured," Tasha said.
She smiled.
"I like being with you. And believe me, I completely understand that it can take time to feel-" Tasha started to say.
She stopped as Data pulled her in for a kiss.
"I have been experiencing a series of changes to my neural net and sensory input patterns," Data explained when they broke apart.
"Oh," Tasha said, unsure of what to say.
"My request last night was merely to further enjoy one of these changes," Data informed her.
"Oh," Tasha repeated with a different inflection.
She still didn't quite understand what changes Data was referring to, but she was relieved to know he hadn't felt pressured.
"It would appear that I have developed the ability to taste," Data admitted.
Tasha wasn't sure what to say.
"How does it feel?" Tasha asked.
She was genuinely curious. Tasha lived for food. She reasoned it was the result of spending over half her life never knowing where her next meal was coming from. She loved to experience new flavours and couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like without that sense.
"I have only experienced it three times," Data shared.
He cocked his head to the side and nodded as he recalled the three distinct experiences.
Data glanced back at Tasha shyly.
"But I would describe each experience as one of delight," he confessed.
Tasha was grinning from ear to ear.
"Here, try this," she said as she picked up the steaming mug of cocoa.
Data's eyes lit up from the moment the warm, sweet beverage touched his lips.
"Dark chocolate and cherry cocoa," Tasha informed him. "One of Deanna's drinks."
Data set the mug back down on the coffee table as he analysed the taste. The combination of the bitter dark chocolate and the tart flavour of the cherry was a pleasing mix. They complimented one another and it left Data curious about other such flavour combinations that humans craved.
"This is the second-best thing I have ever tasted," Data said in awe.
"Would you like-" Tasha paused.
Data shifted his body and crawled over to Tasha, leaning over her, inches from her face.
"A cup?" Tasha finished softly.
Data said nothing and Tasha suddenly felt uncharacteristically shy under his gaze.
Tasha felt like her breathing had stopped. She still couldn't rationalise how the consummately professional, occasionally dorky android could flip a switch and turn into this devilishly charming paramour.
"The best thing I have ever tasted is you ," Data said in a low voice.
Data captured her lips and Tasha let herself melt back into the sofa.
"I am sorry," Data apologised as he nuzzled his nose against the side of her face.
"Mmm, don't be," Tasha responded in a hazy voice.
Data's mouth was everywhere – nipping, suckling, and laving over every exposed inch of flesh. Her neck was warm and soft. It tasted like lavender which Data surmised was from her soap. There was a hint of salt and something Data could not precisely identify.
Floral and velvety, heady yet soft, it eluded his sensory receptors.
Humans were not capable of detecting their own pheromones. But Data's android abilities meant that he could taste them on her skin – and it excited him.
"I can taste you," Data murmured.
"Hmm?" Tasha asked.
She didn't understand.
"I can taste you," Data repeated.
He planted a hungry kiss on her lips as his tongue darted out to soak in the taste of it.
Tasha didn't understand his enthusiasm. There was a kind of insatiable desire that characterised his touch. And there was an unmistakable stiffness pressed against her thigh.
All of a sudden, Data picked Tasha up, lifting her off the couch as he held her against his body.
"I can taste you," Data growled against her ear.
Tasha cupped his face and rested her forehead against his as she caught her breath.
"This was not an evening we scheduled for coupling," Data whispered.
"Sometimes it's better when it's not scheduled," Tasha replied.
"Is that your way of saying it is acceptable for us to deviate from-" Data began to clarify.
"Yes," Tasha groaned against his mouth.
She pulled him into a kiss, hoping to convey the urgency of her approval.
Lip-locked, Data made a beeline for her bedroom. He stopped a metre short of the door and changed direction. A moment later, Tasha felt her back pressed against the wall as Data manually keyed in a request to the replicator.
Without breaking their kiss, Data retrieved his request and then carried her into the bedroom.
He wasted no time in finding the clasp of her uniform. However, much to Tasha's frustration, Data seemed intent on tasting every inch of her flesh as he stripped off the garment.
Oh, but what delicious frustration it was.
Data took no such care with his own garment. He stepped away just long enough to step out of his jumpsuit and toss it aside. Tasha tried to use the opportunity to get a glimpse of whatever Data had replicated, but he caught her face with his hand and turned her gaze back toward him.
"Lie back," Data instructed.
Tasha rested back against her bed as Data sat down next to her.
This time, his kiss was tender.
"Close your eyes," he said.
Tasha was feeling nervous – not from any trepidation, but rather a sense of anxious anticipation.
She felt Data set something small and cool between her breasts, and then her navel, followed by her core.
A moment later, she felt his breath hot against her leg as he nibbled at the inside of her thighs. Starting above her knee, Data worked his way up her left leg before turning to repeat the action on her right leg.
To Tasha's aggravation, he stopped just shy of where she wanted to feel him.
She froze when his tongue skimmed over her abductor muscle along the crease of where her thigh met her abdomen.
Data pepper her abdomen with a series of soft kisses and then stopped.
She gasped when his tongue made contact with her navel to scoop out whatever object had been resting on it.
Tasha looked down to find Data staring up at her – a cherry hanging from his mouth.
"You are peeking," he said while holding the stem between his teeth.
"Because you look delectable," Tasha teased.
"You taste divine," Data countered.
He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her face, dangling the cherry just above her lips.
Data lowered himself and Tasha opened her mouth to bite the fruit away from the stem, grinning as she chewed on it.
Without tearing his eyes off her, Data spat the stem off to the side.
"Mmm," he groaned as he brought his lips down onto her own, savouring the sweet taste of the cherry on her tongue.
While he was still new to the experience of taste, it seemed like everything tasted better on her than it did on its own. Tasha reached out to snake her arms around his back.
Data caught her hands.
Grinning wickedly, he pressed them down above her head.
Hold her in place, he worked his way down her neck and over her clavicle. Data captured her right breast with his lips. Data keened as he relished in the mouthfeel, sucking on the supple flesh.
His tongue flicked at her nipples before he delicately grazed his teeth over the swell of her breast, sensitive to the amount of pressure he could safely apply.
Subconsciously, Tasha's hips rocked against him. She was desperate for more contact.
Data let go of her hands so that he could work his way down her body.
Using his tongue, Data scooped the cherry out that he'd placed at her core. He spat the stem out onto the floor. As he chewed on the piece of fruit, Data's nose swiped against her swollen clitoris.
Aching for attention, Tasha whined.
Data flattened his tongue, gliding across her labia before settling on her clit. Tasha tensed as he began to gently suck on it, providing just enough stimulation to keep her on edge.
It was more teasing, probing than lovemaking.
Tasha reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, content to let him take his time as he explored her body with his tongue.
Data stopped and locked eyes with Tasha, his golden gaze peeking out from his position between her legs. He looked like a cat preparing to pounce.
"I can taste you," Data said, repeating his assertion from earlier.
Tasha swallowed hard. She was about to open her mouth when Data beat her to it.
"And it is the sweetest thing I have ever experienced on the tip of my tongue," Data said with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Tasha squeaked as he pulled her down against his mouth.
Contrary to his previously tender ministrations, Data locked his lips around her as his tongue went to work.
Data was not required to stop to breath.
And he certainly didn't.
Data's hands gripped the backside of her thighs. He sat up and pulled her along with him, holding her as he kept his mouth planted firmly against her cunt.
Tasha whimpered.
She involuntarily shivered as he continued to lap at her cunt with the kind of skill that Tasha had never experienced from a man.
Data's attention was fixated on the organ situated against the tip of his tongue.
He held her hips tightly in place. Tasha let her legs fall over his shoulders. Her only contact with the bed was her neck and head.
Data's grip meant that she could not roll away.
He was completely enamoured, overwhelmed by the intoxicating taste of her.
Data knew Commander Riker referred to this activity as 'eating pussy.'
And while this was certainly not the first time he'd performed such an act on Tasha, it was the first time he'd ever felt that he truly understood Commander Riker's fondness for the colloquialism.
However, as he listened to Tasha whimpering and squirming as his tongue continued its tender assault, Data thought that perhaps the term was lacking.
He did not eat pussy.
Data devoured it.
To her surprise, Data flipped her body and Tasha found herself face-down on the bed. Data nuzzled against her backside.
She snivelled, her moan coming out as a choked sob as Data gripped her hips and pulled her back against his mouth.
Data flattened his tongue, pressing it tight against her clit. He could move his tongue at speeds that weren't possible for humans, speeds that made his tongue vibrate.
Tasha clutched her bedsheets, a strangled howl escaping her lips.
She had never shared with anyone, but there was something special about oral sex for Tasha. She was grateful that it was the one sex act that no one had ever managed to do to her by force.
She'd found solace in that, thankful that there was one part of her sex life that had only ever exclusively been about her pleasure.
As Data hummed against her cunt, Tasha relaxed. The feeling was divine.
There was nothing she could do but surrender herself over to it.
Tasha grinned against the bed. She was entirely at his mercy, the mercy of his incredibly agile tongue and his powerful hands holding her there.
It seemed his newfound ability to taste had spurred Data from shy to seductive.
Mmm. His hands. Tasha mused to herself.
Data had such beautiful hands. And she relished in the feel of them.
Beautiful and powerful. A little voice reminded her.
She briefly wondered for a moment if he would stop if she asked him to.
It was a dark thought that crept into the back of her mind and settled like a weight in her chest.
Data's hands. She thought to herself, desperate to push away the thoughts of anything else.
Suddenly, it was all too much.
His grip was too tight, and Tasha felt like she would suffocate.
"Data," she whimpered.
Data stopped immediately.
He loosened his grip on thighs and turned her back to face him.
His eyes were full of concern.
"Yes, Tasha?" he asked.
Data could register the subtle change in her breathing pattern and change in the tone of her voice. When she had spoken his name, it wasn't in the throes of pleasure.
Tasha breathed a sigh of relief.
She flashed him a small smile.
Of course, he would stop if she asked him to. This was Data .
"What is wrong?" Data inquired, worried.
He was a sight – his lips swollen, hair tousled and sticking up in every direction, chin wet with her slick.
Tasha reached up and stroked his dishevelled hair.
"Nothing," she assured him. "Absolutely nothing."
Data blinked, confused.
"You are not-" he began to ask.
"Are you enjoying this?" Tasha questioned, cutting him off.
Data dropped his eyes as if he'd been caught enjoying something he wasn't supposed to.
"Data?" Tasha pressed.
He looked back up, feeling quite embarrassed at having taken such pleasure.
"I must confess I believe I understand the concept of greed in a whole new light," Data admitted. "It was never my intention to selfishly satisfy my own desires, but I found myself overcome by-"
He trailed off as Tasha chuckled.
Data cocked his head to the side, the humour of the situation lost on him.
"Have I said something funny?" Data asked.
Tasha shook her head.
"I don't know anyone that would call that selfish," Tasha explained. "That was-" she paused and blushed. "Erm… intense ."
Data's face lit up, the corner of his mouth curving ever so slightly.
"Then it brought you enjoyment," Data said. "You would permit me to continue. And to do it again?"
"Uh, yeah," Tasha replied.
Data licked his lips.
He didn't need telling twice. With permission to resume, Data dove back in as he drove her to her own orgasm.
Ninety-two minutes later Tasha was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling of her quarters.
Tasha blinked slowly. She felt another vaginal spasm as her muscles twitched. She'd experienced them before on occasion after particularly pleasurable orgasms – but never like this.
For nearly the last ten minutes she'd been lying there silently as her body contracted, her nerves tensing and releasing as her body worked to come back down from the plane of ecstasy on which she'd been floating.
She felt utterly ravaged.
After she had come on his tongue, Data had slipped inside of her. He had guided her legs up over his hips. And after giving her the kind of rhythmic, hip-smacking sex that had left her knees trembling, Data had stroked her along to a third climax with his tongue.
Tasha had only ever fantasised about this kind of experience.
And now she was lying in a mess of wet blankets with a twitching cunt – his biofluid leaking out between her legs, and a dull ache settled deep inside.
She'd be sore tomorrow.
And it had been worth it.
"You are unusually quiet," Data remarked.
He was resting his head against her chest as she lazily ran her fingers through his hair.
"Are you alright?" Data inquired.
"Never better," Tasha murmured.