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 4
This was... wild...
He had begun by dreaming of an average day on the ship...
He got dressed...
...closing his uniform jacket, the skin of his chest stood out vividly in the mirror...
...and went to his duty station at ops on the bridge.
They were monitoring a nebula in the Janus system, a small outlying system around a white dwarf star.
Where they were positioned taking readings, the light of the star filtered through the dense cloud of matter which the nebula was composed of... the rays refracting and prisming off the particles in a glorious array of colors and sparkling hues... in a way which Data distinctly noted was out of the norm for any natural phenomena...
But it was supremely beautiful.
His gaze lingered on the viewscreen - which was a massive window to the glowing void of space - taking in the colors and shapes und funken Staub, the sparkling dust...
...and the soft glow of the white star beyond and behind the wisps and clouds of star debris...
He walked down to engineering...
...helping Geordi run efficiency checks on the engines and several of the computer systems... things they'd been working on back in the real world...
Data turned around from his terminal and Spot was seated on the center terminal purring at him happily.
"Data, you can't have your cat in here."
"Yes, I know, Geordi. Spot, you must return to my quarters."
Spot promptly jumped down and trotted from engineering...
Data was back on the bridge, at one of the science stations, looking over readings from the nebula... standard findings... despite the display he'd seen earlier...
Off duty, he made his way to Ten Forward...
...had a raucous conversation with Geordi and Riker and Barclay... and Wesley...
He left Ten Forward...
Into the TurboLift...
"Deck 8."
It had been so sudden -
When he got back to his quarters, she'd seized him in his bedroom... Her fingers had wrenched away his uniform - lifted his shirt over his head - her hands tore at his pants - stripped him - bore him to the air -
It was exhilarating like nothing before.
She dragged him to the bed - pulled him down atop herself - into herself -
Demanded it. "Fuck me, Data! Hard!"
If ever he had been heady... He pushed into her - found leverage against the foot of the bed -
Her legs wrapped about his hips and drew him closer - deeper -
"Aww!" Data gasped at it. His chest was tight. He was gasping for the air.
He pushed her hard.
"Aw! Data!"
His mouth worked out her name... but his ears only heard muffled smut.
...his rhythm was on... Data worked his naked hips until his abs were burning... his skin glistened with a light layer of sweat... her fingers were knotted in his hair...
"...Data!" she gasped, pulling his hair -
His rhythm broke into a spasm - "...Fuck!" The word left his lips just before the heat left his pelvis - "AAHH-HA!" He cried out - tensed - and melted onto the bed-surface...
...everything became hazy...
...she was kissing his body...
...his fingers wound through her hair as her mouth worked his chest into knots...
...she disappeared somewhere lower... leaving his hand resting on his hot torso...
- Data opened his eyes to the darkened ceiling of his quarters. She was not there. He was alone.
Again.
~.oOo.~
AN :: i blame Lady Gaga's Artpop album for this. specifically, i think it was MANiCURE... probably Swine... and maybe Mary Jane Holland... yeah, Mary Jane Holland.Sexxx Dreams is a goodie too. ^_^ "und funken Staub" is a shout out to my love for Rammstein.
"Touch me in the dark
Put your hands all over my body parts
Throw me on the bed
Squeeze, tease me, please me–that's what I said!
'cause I'm the - trick who's - been coming 'round looking to loving you
You're the - the medicine
I need to heal the way, the way you make me feel"
"MANiCURE" © Lady Gaga, Artpop