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 5
Data opened his eyes -
And watched a rose open into a full bloom...
Petals unfurling from a tight bud to a broad, plump blossom...
It was a would be quick process - but he saw each and every smooth, elegant motion of each and every delicate petal...
His lips parted. Slowly separating to soften in awe of the bloom's beauty.
He realized briefly he was lying on his back - a vague impression...
Data lifted his arm, reaching out his hand toward the blooming rose. He wanted desperately to touch it's soft petals between his fingertips...
His gold-hued hand entered his line of vision... His fingers danced in reaching...
- And twound into her blond hair.
. . .
He was walking in a vast field...
...barefoot... nude...
His fingertips trailed the tops of the tall gold-green grasses...
A breeze wished about him...
His hair was loose... his bangs kissing his forehead in the wind...
As his legs worked to power him forward, the grass brushed ticklingly against his legs... his thighs...
Data's eyes watched his legs moving through the brush... Watched his hand trailing against the seed heads of the grass...
The earth was warm under his feet.
The sun warmed his face and shoulders.
The breeze kissed his skin in cooling washes and gooseflesh.
She was ahead. He knew it. Lying in amoung the stalks of grass, he would find her alabaster form...
- The sky burst from it's pale blue into a fiery supernova - Red and gold clouds of dust and cosmic debris expanding like a blooming rose in the morning sun!
- The petals felt like silk under his gentle fingertips.
His gold fingers against the bold red...
...as he reached up into the petals...
It lasted for what felt like a long time, slowly learning the sensation of fondling the flower bloom. The silky, soft, talc-like texture of it...
...like her powder soft skin...
- Her kiss was like a supernova!
Hot and opening... her tongue invading him... urging him... Tying his chest into hard, tight knots of arousal...
His hands were full of her hair... his fingers twining through long, blond locks of dense silk...
...he groaned as they kissed...
...she was atop him...? they were standing...?
Data lowered her down amidst the grasses of the field, his fingers still in her hair... Their kiss breaking as his nude body settled against hers - and he loosed another groan...
Her legs moved, shifted against him, under him, around him...
He shifted - his hips finding their set against hers...
"...aww..." Data breathed out against her throat, before delivering fresh kisses with a smooth roll of his pelvis...
Above them the sky was blue and sun-filled - and red with the blooming supernova...
~.oOo.~
AN :: this chapter was an art project.
...like abstract disjointed film making...
...i imagine Data waking somewhat disoriented, maybe even slightly dizzy...
before i get yelled at, "amoung" is an archaic spelling, and yes, i think i made "twound" up.
also, thank you to Sparticus328 for all your help and support. i really needed it this time. x_x