Flesh!she cried.
What?!
The answer was deep in his mind, buried under all his logic and reasoning! He wants me, highness. If I offer myself to him, he will fall, Naseema said as Data glanced nevously between them, his panic quickly rising as he realized his situation was worsening.
Do it.
"Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?" the queen asked him, suddenly changing the tone of their confrontation. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as Naseema began to move towards him, and a threatening, yet demure expression took over her features. She smiled at him, and her inky black eyes began to shine.
Data's eyes widened as the panic rushed in, and took over. He started to back away from the approaching Feeonix, and swallowed hard. He didn't know which female he should look at, but it didn't matter anyway, he couldn't pull his gaze from Naseema's as he forced himself to answer the queen's deeply personal question. "If you are referring to sexuality...I am...fully functional," he stammered, suddenly embarrassed by his lack of familiarity with the aformentioned pleasures. His back hit a solid surface, and he jumped, realizing he was trapped. "Programmed in multiple techniques," he weakly finished with a shrug.
He didn't like where this was going at all. Naseema was scaring him, and he didn't know how to react to her like this. He could feel the energy radiating from her, and it was frighteningly strong. He knew once she reached him, no matter how hard he wished for it, it wouldn't be her. Her touch wouldn't be the affectionate one he was used to. The queen was staring at them, waiting to see what Naseema was going to do, and what he would do in response. He didn't want this to go where he was sure it was going, but he had no way out. He wouldn't harm her, and there was no escape. He was cornered, and she was going to hurt him.
The queen continued her interrogation. "How long has it been since you've used them," she asked with a condecending smirk, not moving from her position, watching with satisfaction as Naseema pushed up against him. She glided her fingertips up the organic flesh, along the inside of his arm, away from the damaged, sore part on the other side. It responded to her delicate touch with a fresh burst of goosebumps, and the same pleasurable feeling as before flooded through him.
He let out a quiet sigh as some of his fear, and self-consciousness evaporated. "Eight years, seven months, sixteen days, four minutes, twenty-two-" he replied to the queen without moving his eyes from Naseema's.
Naseema interrupted him before he could finish, her mouth nearly touching his as she whispered, "Far too long." Then she pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes, and let it happen. He felt her hands make their way up his arms, and around his neck before sliding into his hair.
He wasn't as afraid now. He'd braced himself for more pain, but instead of tensing up as he'd anticipated, his body relaxed. Her lips were soft, and she was far more gentle than he'd expected. The sensation of her caress was still buzzing through his circuits, and the emotional response he was experiencing was far stronger than he thought it would be. Mere seconds ago, he was terrified. Afraid of her, more afraid of the queen, but in this instant, it was as if the universe was melting away, and only the two of them were left. He liked the feeling of her mouth on his, and somehow she knew he'd wanted this. Perhaps not in this situation, but he'd wanted this. He didn't know how she knew, he didn't even know himself until her lips were quieting him, and smothering his fear. Something had happened when he'd taken her hand, he'd felt it. A sudden, crazed rush pouring into his mind. It was as though she had been inside him, and touched his very core. He could feel her in him still, and he had to admit, it was not an altogether unpleasant sensation. She had always treated him with such warmth and affection, and she left the same feelings behind inside him now. He realized he could have this, he could have flesh and blood, and he could have her, if he just gave up the encryption codes. He was so close to what he wanted more than anything, and the queen was certainly willing to give it to him, if he just offered a little co-operation in return.
Naseema pulled away from him slowly. She kept her large, inky black eyes on his, and gazed at him affectionately, keeping her arms around his neck. He searched her face for any sign of duress.
She had not been forced to kiss him, not really. She was under the queen's influence, but it was still her in there, wasn't it? The queen couldn't force her to perform a physical action with only her thoughts could she? Naseema had kissed him because some part of her wanted to kiss him, just as he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more than kiss her.
He slid his arm around her waist, and pressed his hand into the small of her back as he kept their eyes locked. He tugged her closer, and buried his mouth on hers again. She tightened her arms around his neck as he pushed her lips open with his, searching her tongue out, and she let him, she more than let him, she met him full force.
He wanted, so very badly, to let himself succumb to her. He hadn't even been aware that he'd wanted her like this until she was already kissing him. A tiny voice in the back of his mind was telling him to go ahead, to lay her down on the floor, to tear her clothes off, to take her, telling him she wanted him to, and that he didn't care if the queen was watching. The rest of his mind did care though. The rest of his mind knew that this wasn't really Naseema, and that if he let himself go any further, the wonderful feeling he had right now wouldn't last, and once she was no longer under the queen's control, she would hate him. He would be no different than Lore, and that would be unforgiveable. He had to get them out of here. A new plan was forming in his mind. He realized he had the upper hand now. He didn't understand many things, and he didn't understand how or what had happened in the instant he'd touched her hand, but he did understand what was happening in this instant. He had another opportunity to pull them through this. Maybe she hadn't intended to, or maybe she had, but Naseema had given him something to use. She had given him herself, and while he hated having to involve her in his plan, especially in this manner, he could see no other options. He had to convince the queen that he was on her side now, and the beautiful Feeonix was the way to do it.
He slid his hand back to her hip, and broke their kiss. Her black eyes were glowing, but he still found no trace of his friend in them. She gazed up at him, her expression peaceful, and he rested his forehead on hers. "I want you," he whispered.
"I know you do, and you can have me, Data. Just give me the encryption codes, and I will make all your dreams come true," she said.
He almost believed her, and part of him did believe her, and still wanted to betray everything he had faith in just to hold her, taste her, and feel her touch his new, raw flesh again, but her promise was a mirage, and he knew that. He did his best to keep his thoughts focused. He knew Naseema and the queen were communicating telepathically, and he knew that somehow, Naseema seemed to know what he was thinking. If his plan was to be successful, he would have to keep it from her. He needed to remain calm now, and let these events play themselves out.
The queen was smiling now, her silver eyes gleaming with assured victory. "Let's continue," she said. "The others will come soon, and we must be ready for them."