Disclaimer :: I don't own anything Star Trek. Or Data... though I wish I could... But Starfleet ruled that he is sentient and, therefore, not property.

Dream 3

Data's hand lingered on her hip... he watched his fingers caress the soft, sweep of the curve...

He trailed a single finger along the oblique arc from her belly, up to the rise of the bone... then trailed his thumb down the outside of her hip...

She didn't move... Only breathed... Lying on her side, her back pressed to his chest...

"What is your name?" Data's voice whispered into her ear. "Where did you come from?"

She shifted in his arms, turning to look at him... And kissed him, mouthing gently at Data's lower lip...

He pulled reluctantly away... Loving the sensation of her mouth... but... He sighed, looking into her light grey eyes.

"Though I thoroughly enjoy that, I want to know you. Please tell me." His voice was almost begging... A low, longing whisper...

"Data..." She twisted further and rose up to breathe in his ear. "Data..." She whispered again and kissed at the corner of his jaw...

Data let out a breath... which turned into a low moan... His heart thumped in his chest - the sound of her voice saying his name was... an *overwhelming thrill...

"Please," he said again, as she pushed him back against the mattress... His sheets fell away to his left, leaving their nude bodies exposed to the air... "I want to know you."

She breathed against his throat... Data felt her mouth fall against his skin... His chest surged with heavy breaths...

"You do know me..." she whispered between kisses...

"I don't mean biblically..." He wasn't sure how he managed it...

His hands wandered to her back... Then one guided her face up to his...

He kissed her... He tasted her mouth... He mouthed her lip... He moaned - *oh... how I love this...*

"I know..." she whispered, as if she had heard his thoughts.

He felt as if he might melt...

Data's hands spread down, across her thighs, and guided her legs open...

"Again?" She whispered near his ear.

"Don't you want to?" He tipped his head lightly toward her.

"Can I have your hands on my hips?" Her whispers seemed to be getting more distant somehow...

"Yes..." Data breathed... "Yes..."

His hands placed against the arcs of those hip bones and pushed against her with the heels of his palms... he felt her ease over him... he moaned...

Data rolled his hips up and against her - now a familiar motion, but no less pleasing - "Aww..." he let loose yet another moan...

…he thrust... smooth rollings of his hips... got lost in her... Got lost in the erotic warmth between her legs. Lost in the sight of his gold-hued hands pressing firmly against those pale, oblique arcs of her hips. Lost in the feeling of the skin of her hips underneath his palms. Lost... Lost in the movement... His abs flexed as he worked into her. Her hands set against his ribs... Her palms against his skin... Her fingertips moving with each thrust of his naked hips...

Data's eyes wandered down to their juncture - the contrast of her alabaster skin against his yellow opalescence - his mouth lingered apart -

And she leaned forward, taking his mouth in fresh, eager kisses - as her hips tipped and pushed back - and made Data choke on the sharp jolt of thrilling pleasure that shot through him!

She kissed him, gaspingly, as she worked her hips against him... Into his thrustings...

"Aww..." Data couldn't breathe... His abs burned mildly... His mouth yearned for more of hers... But ecstatic gasps and moans kept working themselves from some ungodly tight place in his chest... It made their kisses slip and part in ardent, haphazard starts and stops...

She shifted toward his jaw... "Data..." she breathed against him... "Data..."

"Hhuuhh..." Data breathed, moaning from a tight throat...

...and the fever broke -

...Heat rising in his body... His thumbs still pressing her hip bones... His palms upon the flesh of her thighs... His hips working up into her - as she worked against his movement - driving him... driving him... deeper...

"...*Please...!" Data's voice broke. His body gave it up in a hot rush.

...his thumbs in the soft curves of her hip bones...

...his palms... his fingers... spread over the flesh of her pale thighs...

"...Please... I want to know you... Who are you...? ...Please..."

"...Data..." A voice whispered somewhere off in a distance... And fingers curled in his hair...

- Data's eyes eased open. His right arm was bent up next to his head and his own fingers were worked into his hair. He shifted his fingers mildly as he came into some semblance of consciousness within the darkness of his quarters.

~.oOo.~

AN :: oh, wow... did the end of this chapter ever give me trouble. i spent a good two to three weeks trying *desperately to figure out how i wanted it to close - after starting it very early in april and not finishing it at the time, the initial idea had gone out of my head, if there ever was one... i knew i wanted to take it to climax, but little else. the really hard part was writing out the images and trying to use some newer vocabulary for it - there are only so many ways one can describe the motions of sex while avoiding raunch, and Data deserves far better than raunch. so, please forgive all the repetitive terms... :P Gawd! do i ever love the idea of Data waking up with bedhead... *drools*

Pic: "Data716_12.30b" (see DA post here: art/Dreamscapes-5-457409489) album: "Trip In Trance Vol. 2, Disc 2"

-so, i'm a bit late in posting... my aunt was visiting from germany over the holiday weekend - and then i got crazy sick with a bad head cold and slept for the rest of the week. :P - as a warning to anyone following, there may be another wait for chapter six, cause i simply have no idea what i'm going to use for it yet... i'm really racking my brain for what fits best in the order i had in mind, but i have a feeling it's gonna take some serious mathing out...