Chapt. 14
Deanna shifted her gaze between the holo-picture on her nightstand and her own reflection in the mirror. She wondered if her mirror-image felt the same tingling she felt. It had been over an hour since Riker had kissed her and her lips still tingled.
The images and desires that single kiss had engendered still soared through her mind, and that, more than anything else made her angry. Once again she wondered why this had to happen to her, firmly denying she had wanted Will Riker to kiss; that she had wanted him to for ages. She couldn't even be mad at him, for she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her again.
Yet it still felt as betrayal to Worf. Even before they married the Klingon had been weary of her complex history with Will and it had taken her quite sometime to convince him that Riker wasn't a thread. He hadn't lost that fear until Eric was born. And now it felt as if she was proving her husband right.
Her gaze returned to the laughing faces of Eric and Shannara; their black eyes alight with joy, brightly colored birthday hats on their heads and chocolate cake smeared all over heir faces. Behind them stood Worf, doing his best not to seem disgruntled and to his credit he wore the pieces of cake on his clothes, face and hair, together with the birthday hat, like his traditional armor. He just looked a lot less dangerous.
They had --like any couple-- discussed before what to do when one of them would die. Worf, being the oldest Son of Mogh, had been quite clear that he wanted her do to whatever it took to make herself happy again; even if that meant getting back together with his captain. He'd wanted Eric raised as Klingon. Not -just- as Klingon, but with his people's sense of honor and language.
On her turn, Deanna was the last in line of the Fifth House and under normal circumstances Shannara would be her heir, if she would be accepted by the other Houses, which was doubtful since she was half-Klingon, a quarters Human and only a quarter Betazoid. Therefore she'd opted to raise both Eric and Shannara with equal knowledge of all three cultures. When old enough they could determine for themselves whether to take the Klingon rite of Ascension, or its Betazoid equivalent, or both, or neither.
Only they never would.
Instead they'd been ripped from her life, heart and mind and had simply seized to exist! And so she remained alone. Not able to take her mind of their loss, not able to take her mind of the kiss Riker had given her.
Deanna started to pace, for the first time of her life she paced. Desperately trying to do away with the absurd swirl of thoughts in her mind. Thoughts and memories of Worf, Eric and Shannara came and went, as did memories of her time with young Will Riker on Betazed.
It was wrong, wrong WRONG!!!
It were Worf's hands fondling her, Riker's hands arousing her. She was on the Enterprise, playing with her children and the next moment she was in the Jalara Jungle with Riker. Worf's long hair that tickled her skin and then Riker's soft lips.
"No"
Their bed, his bed, the Jungle, or the arboretum? Worf, Will, Will, Worf. Klingon ridges, Human skin. Klingon poetry, Human lust. Strong, arousing and demanding, gentle, torturous and loving. Love for Worf, love for Riker. Desire for Worf, lust for Riker. Lust for Worf, desire for Riker. Love. Love. Love. Will, Worf, Worf, Will. Klingon mating, Betazoid bonding. Cries of pleasure and despair, Klingon and standard. Trust, fear, fear, trust. Broken furniture and skin, broken hearts, satisfied lust and desire. Returned love, unrequited love. Honor, betrayal. Love...
*Imzadi*