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 10
Data could feel himself breathing...
His chest rose and fell...
His face and body were relaxed...
He licked his lips -
As he drew his tongue slowly back, he felt the lightest of breaths against his skin - and then his lower lip and the tip of his tongue were pulled into a slow caress...
"Ahhh..." Data sighed... He knew her mouth, her soft lips and her taste...
As she drew back, he let her release him...
So slow...
So soft...
All around was white, nothing else.
She was seated atop him, straddling his hips in the now well accustomed manner.
He sat up, slowly raising his hands - no haste - no rush - to touch the sides of her face, his fingertips playing in flyaway blond tendrils near her temples...
He felt his lips slowly part... His abs worked to upright him... She shifted lightly on his lap...
Data closed the gap between their mouths... Lipping at her upper lip with his lower...
It was all so... slow...
He teased her mouth open with his own...
The eager feeling was absent... But the familiar ache tore at his chest from the inside.
Slowly... Softly... He coaxed her into gentle, open-mouthed kisses...
Data sighed contentedly...
*gawd this was the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt, ever experienced*
His tongue tested her lip... The smallest of gestures...
And hers met him...
Small tests of the tongue lingered and deepened into long, slow French kisses...
This was new. As if they were moving in slow motion. As if time were stretching. As if these perfect moments would go on forever...
Data's hands cradled gently at her jaw... His fingers extending back around her neck...
The fingers of her left hand coaxed at his jaw - sent thrills into his chest... Those of her right where stroking the lines of his neck... throat... collarbone...
He drew back, breaking the long kiss...
"ohh..." She made a protesting noise as his lips left hers...
Data could barely manage a whisper - the thing in his chest was wound so tense.
"Have I died?"
She looked into his eyes...
"You are made of gold. And your mouth tastes of honey."
Data parted his lips... And sweet golden nectar spilled from his mouth...
She leaned forward and drank of him as if an overflowing cup...
Her mouth taking gentle possession of his lower lip...
Her tongue pressed against his lip to catch each drop...
Data breathed out a sigh... and then a moan...
Her tongue teasing his lip...
Her fingers on his collarbone coaxing him closer again...
His chest... so... "uhh..." ...it hurt to breathe...
And those teasings deepened again into slow, French kisses...
Data easing into her...
Softy...
Slowly...
He filled her...
And she drank sweetly of his nectar...
Every drop.
~.oOo.~
AN :: this is one of my favorite pieces that i wrote very early on (back in april). ...such pretty pictures in my head... ...no music... just quiet... and kissing...
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