Chapter 8
"I'm so embarrassed." Reg admitted as he prodded lettuce around his plate. "I'm amazed you didn't stand me up after the way I behaved."
"You were unwell." Taryn said sympathetically. "I've heard a lot worse from delirious patients believe me."
"I didn't say anything…ungentlemanly did I?"
"You did make a suggestion where you'd like to put your tongue at one point but that was as fruity as it got." She smirked and popped a cherry tomato into her mouth from her fork.
"Oh boy." he whispered and pulled his napkin from his lap and put it on the table. "Should I go now?"
"Where?" she asked with a puzzled frown.
"I don't know. What's the usual distance for a restraining order?" he asked.
"If we're going to be friends you need to be more optimistic." she told him with a warm smile.
"You want to be friends?" he asked with an injured frown.
"Friends is the best place to start. Where we go from there remains to be seen. Optimism remember?" She flashed him a smile as she sipped her fruit juice. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked. "You've been playing with your food for the last five minutes and it's only the entrée."
"I'm…really nervous." he admitted. "I don't know where I found the courage to ask you out. Febrile bravado I suppose." he smiled shyly. "I normally worship women I like from afar for a while, pine for a number of months and recreate them on the holodeck…" he admitted.
"I read your notes the day we met. There's very little you could tell me that would surprise me." she stated sympathetically.
"I was telling the truth, I have been with real girls, but it was a long time ago and…I don't know why I'm telling you this." He looked away, embarrassed. "So what made you want to be a doctor?" he asked with a smile.
"I didn't, I wanted to study engineering in one form or another. I was always taking things apart as a child. I had this grand plan to major in Engineering and Exobiology at the Academy and be an Ops Officer. I studied Cybernetics at Daystrom as an undergraduate and while I was there my Grandad became ill and I helped take care of him until he died."
"Oh, I'm sorry." he commiserated.
"He had three children and fourteen grandchildren, he had a remarkable career as a professor at Cambridge and he was over one hundred and thirty years old. He didn't leave this plane of existence in any way unfulfilled." she explained. "I was wrangling with a problem with my prototype positronic brain and I asked Grandad's doctor how the human brain handles the same issue. He gave me a book on neural anatomy and before I knew it I realised I'd been trying to recreate a biological being with science rather than creating something new. Both Noonien Soong and nature had already beaten me to it and it suddenly felt…hollow. I was also having issues with the line the Federation was taking in terms of technology after they ruled Data property so caring for Grandad seemed more worthwhile. I was close to graduating so I finished my degree then went to a different branch of the Academy instead, the Medical School."
"So is that your specialty? Cybernetic implants?"
"No, although my training in Cybernetics and AI was a factor in getting posted here. Personnel with qualifications like mine aren't often available for starship service and this is the only ship with an android officer. My specialty is Diagnostic Medicine." she replied with a smirk. "I analyse symptoms that could be signs of a number of conditions and rule them out until I come up with the right one and if necessary devise a treatment for something new."
"Seriously? I was a Diagnostic Engineer before they made me Chief." he told her. "It's very similar but with technology instead of biology."
"It shows." she grinned. "Some of the self-diagnoses you come up with are interesting to say the least. For someone researching on their own with no medical degree and just the Starfleet Medical Database you do hit possible differential diagnoses. Although you always fly to the worst case scenario." she sipped her drink again. "Again, you lack optimism."
"Are you ready for your main courses?" the waiter asked with a smile.
"I think we'll skip straight to dessert if that's alright?" Taryn suggested and Reg nodded. "So what made you become an Engineer?"
"I was also taking everything apart and building things when I was young. My mother hated it. She wanted me to be a Command officer but that was never for me, I was never…confident enough." He forced a smile. "My Dad and his side of the family encouraged me and I went to Daystrom to study Computer Systems, and then I joined up after. My mother still wasn't happy of course but she split from my Dad long before that and I stayed with him."
"Are you still nervous?" she asked as their desserts arrived.
"Yes." he cast his eyes around before locking them with hers. "I like you a lot and I don't want to blow it." He watched nervously as she rose from her seat and joined him on the bench seat, sitting close.
"I think we need to establish some… rules of engagement that may help you feel less on edge." she said slowly as she offered him a spoonful of chocolate soufflé. "I always go on a second date, no matter what happens on the first." She took a spoonful herself, taking it slowly into her mouth eliciting a sigh from his lips as he watched. "I know how nerves can make someone seem…unlike themselves." She licked her lips as she fed him another mouthful. "I won't go to bed with you. Not until I get to know you a lot better but I certainly want to get to know you." she whispered and rested her hand on his thigh. "You could fascinate me Mr Barclay." she gazed deep into his eyes.
The set of his jaw and his expression hardened. "Did Ashby put you up to this?"
"Who?" she asked with a frown.
"Ensign Dan Ashby, all around jerk and bane of my existence?" he said angrily. "I bet he's already put the moves on you and got you to lead me on. What's the punchline? Get me in a compromising position and then bring everyone in to laugh?"
"No, I'd never do that." she placed her hand on his arm and he pulled it away savagely.
"Well you can tell him it didn't work. Probably while you're in bed together. I hear he's a good lay, he's had most of the women on the ship so why should you be left out."
She sat there looking stunned as he stalked away. "Are you okay?" Guinan asked the baffled green medic.
"I don't know." she replied. "I thought it was going well then he freaked out and got angry. Who's Ashby?"
"One of Barclay's engineers and our resident Lothario. He likes to play practical jokes."
"How could he think I'd go out with him as a joke?" Taryn asked. "He asked me out, not the other way around." She paused. "He can't have a very high opinion of me."
"Who Barclay? I think it has more to do with his opinion of himself." Guinan explained. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No thank you. Sorry we didn't finish. It was really nice." she smiled weakly.
"I'll send your compliments to the replicator." Guinan smirked.
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"…Irox and McKittridge, I'd like you to perform a level three diagnostic on the forward sensor array. Ops reported distortions in sensor data last night and it's on the maintenance roster for next week anyway. We may have to bring it forward. That will be all… except…Ashby, you're with me." Reg turned and headed for the corner of Main Engineering where the Chief Engineer usually lurked. The tall blond Ensign frowned and followed him.
"Is there a problem Boss?" he asked looking concerned.
"Your practical joke has crossed the line this time Ensign." Reg informed him. "I'm transferring you to Sensor Control. Consider yourself lucky this isn't an official reprimand."
"What practical joke sir?" Dan asked.
"Don't play innocent with me. I know all about it." he said angrily.
"If you mean the alterations I made to the sonic shower in Ensign Laraby's quarters, the whipped cream was…a private joke sir." Ashby admitted. "I changed it back right after in my own time and she thought it was funny."
"I'm not talking about that…"
"Well, Lieutenant Morgan deserved to have his shower gel dispenser changed to depilatory cream. The guy's a bully, he had Ensign Joroth in tears yesterday and frankly he could do with a wax, he's hairier than you are…sir." he added looking guilty.
"Ensign…"
"Okay, I'm sorry I put d'Artagnon from your Three Musketeers program in a mankini but it was just a harmless prank. I thought you'd laugh."
"I'm talking about Dr Prior."
"The new doctor? I haven't met her. I hear she's cute though. Is she?" Dan asked with interest.
"She's very cute…what do you mean you haven't met her? You sent her to seduce me as a joke." Reg blurted.
"Nothing to do with me sir…. Oh Reg you didn't…" he said as the blood drained from the Chief Engineers face. "Don't tell me you were on a promise with an Orion chick and blew it?"
"She's only quarter Orion," Reg said as he slumped into his seat, "and I well and truly blew it." he admitted.
"Boss, I would never mess with affaires de coeur. Some things are sacrosanct dude."
"Get back to work Ashby." Reg said tiredly.
"Do you still want me to report to Sensor Control sir?" he asked.
"Carry on with scheduled maintenance Ensign, forget about the transfer." Reg clenched his jaw and turned away in his chair. She meant it, she meant every word and he'd responded by behaving like a jack ass. He could apologize till he was blue in the face, no way would she even talk to him now, let alone… He stood and clenched his fists, anger and frustration boiling over…
…
"I'll have to get the duty doctor to look at this." the med-tech told him as he examined his smashed up hand. Reg nodded and winced from the pain.
"I hope you didn't do this thumping Ensign Ashby." Taryn stated as she walked into the exam room. He shook his head and looked away, avoiding her gaze. Of all the doctors that could have been on the early shift it had to be her. He really couldn't catch a break. "I'd better give you something for the pain so I can examine it properly, but from the initial scans it's going to need some manipulation before I can set it." she tilted his chin and pressed a hypospray to his neck, he fought the urge to moan and failed. "I'll take care of this nasty laceration first." she told him and held the dermal generator over his knuckle, gently taking his hand. "You know, you didn't have to turn your hand into a maraca to get me to hold hands with you. You could have just asked."
He resisted the urge to smile. "After last night I thought you'd say no."
"What did you do to yourself?" she asked plaintively, "this is a mess."
"I punched a hole in my terminal screen." he admitted.
"You're lucky you didn't get an electroplasmic shock, you daft sod. Sorry." she winced as she manipulated his hand and he yelped. "I hope you cleared your calendar for the morning because this will take a while." She nodded at the med-tech with a smile as he wheeled over a bone fusion unit and she applied a device around his upper arm. "This should block the pain signals from your hand while I work. Do you want to tell me why you 'tripped and hit your hand on your terminal'?" she asked as she moved the scanner into place and perched on a stool.
"I didn't…" he frowned.
"Yes you did, you don't need a self-inflicted injury on your record." she smirked as she looked through the viewer. "It doesn't look good for a newly promoted officer to lose his rag and break things and by rights I should refer you for counselling. Try and hold still for me." she moved his hand slightly and activated the fuser.
"I got angry with myself. I gave Ashby a carpeting he didn't deserve, although he confessed to three other practical jokes trying to work out what I was mad about. Maybe I should use it as a management technique." he smiled. "Ow!" he exclaimed.
She pressed a button a few times on the nerve block device. "Better?" she asked and he nodded in response. "It worked for my Dad. He'd line us all up every week or so and say he knew exactly what we'd done, and give us this stare. My older brothers always caved first but I knew he was on a fishing expedition. Aaron, I think we need some more pain relief, another 10 cc's please? The nerve block isn't enough for him, he must have a low pain threshold." she said as she looked up at Reg's face. "You look a little pale, are you okay? Reg...Reg? Let's lay him down…"
…
"What happened?" Reg asked blearily.
"Everything's alright, you left us for a while there." she smiled sweetly at him, still perched on a stool beside the biobed and operating the bone fusion unit. "The worst should be over but I still have a little more to do. Are you in any pain?"
"A little, but it's okay." he murmured and rubbed his chest, confused that his collar was open, then realizing they must have loosened his clothing. He pressed his wrist to his forehead in despair. As if it wasn't bad enough he'd fainted in front of her as well.
"You can have another 5 cc's if you want it. No need to be a hero." she offered as she continued setting the tiny splintered fractures in his hand. "No one will think any the less of you." she said.
"I'm fine." he replied and tried to sit.
"Don't move." she warned. "I don't want to have to re-break any of these fractures and re-fuse them. I'd prefer to leave you with a hand that works properly."
"What happened here?" Dr Crusher asked as she looked at Barclay's notes and original scan.
"It's a bats fracture." Taryn stated and Beverly nodded in agreement.
"You should take more water with it Commander, or watch where you put your feet." she winked, letting him know she was in on the white lie. Beverly looked through the scope for a moment. "Nice work, hands can be very tricky." she told Taryn and left her to work.
"What's a bats fracture?" Reg asked.
"Old school medical code. It stands for 'broken all to shit'." Taryn smirked. "Okay, can you make a fist for me?" she asked eventually, looking at his hand through the device. "Grip my hand as hard as you can," she smirked. "You can do better than that, a strapping fella like you." she prompted. "Good, well. It looks good. How does it feel?"
"Sore." he replied.
"It will be, but it will pass in a day or so. You may get some residual bruising as well but it shouldn't be too severe." she replied. "Are you right handed?" He nodded in response. "Try not to use it too much today and if the pain gets worse come back." she helped him to sit and he perched on the bed looking embarrassed and ruffled.
"I'm really sorry." he whispered. "I behaved appallingly..."
"There's no need to apologise. I've been the butt of jokes myself, including similar to what you accused me of. I do understand." she replied softly.
"D..do I get that second date?" he asked nervously.
"No." she replied and shut down the bone fusion unit. He nodded sadly and stood then began heading for the door. "You get to have another first date." she smiled.
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"Reg," she whispered as he kissed her neck, his hand trying to insinuate it's way into her bra. "Reg." she said more firmly. "We're in the Arboretum!"
"I know." he gasped, "aren't the Zalnias beautiful?"
"People are watching!" she hissed.
"No they're not, they're busy doing the same as us." he whispered as he rolled over, pulling her on top of him and kissing her fervently. "I've never felt like this about anyone." he whispered, her face in his hands as she gazed down at him. "I've never met anyone as perfect as you."
"I'm still not having sex with you yet," she grinned wolfishly, "but that was a really good try." She rolled off him and lay beside him on the grass, taking his hand in hers and entwining her fingers with his.
"You are such a tease." he sighed as he kissed her hand softly.
"It's our second date." she pointed out. "I did tell you I like to take things slowly."
"Yes, but it's not easy with your pheromones doing things to me." he argued. "And technically it's our third date."
"I haven't exposed you to any yet," she frowned. "I use a Vulcan technique to hold them back. It makes life less complicated."
"I'm going to die." he stated solemnly. "Like a salmon, a victim of semelparity."
She laughed. "Suicidal mating?"
"I'm overwhelmed with desire now but when you let those hormonal floodgates open along with your beautiful legs I'm going to make wild, passionate love to you. Probably for hours and then I'll expire, a worn out husk of hair, skin and trace elements." he intoned.
"Hours eh?" she arched a brow and propped herself on her elbow to look at him with a smirk.
"Maybe not hours, I wouldn't want to overplay my hand." he smirked and gazed at her.
"You're a lovely man. I'll try not to kill you with my vagina." she placed her hand on his chest and kissed his cheek tenderly and then his lips. "Are you sure no one's watching?"
He craned his neck and looked around. "I can't see anyone aside from some guy's butt going up and down over there."
"Press ups?" she suggested.
"Press ups? In the shrubbery, in a corner of the Arboretum half naked? I very much doubt it." he said incredulously and she sat up to look excitedly. He pulled her back. "Down girl, you're spoken for remember?" he reminded her and kissed her passionately. He gasped as she pulled away and his eyes widened as she slid down his body and opened his uniform at the crotch. "Oh boy, we that are about to die salute you." he quoted as she began her tender ministrations with her mouth.
"You're sure I can't return the favour?" he asked with a smile as they stood at the door of her quarters his hand on her waist and the other clasping hers. He kissed her fingers tenderly. "I bet you taste delicious." he whispered in her ear.
"I wouldn't normally have bestowed such a favour on a second date, or a third." she admitted guiltily. "Perhaps you aren't the only one overwhelmed with desire." He clutched her to him, kissing her for all he was worth. "I have to go." she gasped, gazing up into his eyes when he finally stopped to catch his breath. "I have a staff meeting first thing…"
"This is real isn't it?" he asked earnestly. "You feel it too?"
"Yes," she stroked his cheek tenderly.
"When can I see you again?"
"I'm on late shift from tomorrow," she frowned, "and I have rehearsals for the woodwind ensemble, and I'm supposed to audition for this bloody play...um…soon I promise."
"Promise?" He kissed her again as she nodded, burying his hand in her hair. He pressed his forehead to hers and sighed deeply before moving away.
"Wait?" she called after him. "Don't go?" she pleaded. He lifted her off the ground as he embraced her, pressing desperate kisses to her face.
"I don't know If I can after…" he whispered as he carried her into her quarters. "It takes me a while to get going again."
"Just hold me." she whispered, her arms around his shoulders.
"I'll hold you forever if you'll let me." he told her earnestly.
…
"Oh God," he grunted, "I'm sorry, can I…inside you?" he asked desperately as he rocked between her thighs.
"It's okay, don't fight it." she whispered, holding him tight.
"Sorry." he whimpered as he reached completion. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Shh." she whispered and kissed him softly. "It's okay."
"I should go, I'm sorry." he apologised and got up, grabbing his clothes.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"What's the matter? I was a ten second wonder, that's what's the matter." Reg replied as he pulled on his underwear. "I should to go anyway. You don't need me hanging around now I'm done."
"Reg. The real girls you've been with, were they…How can I put it? professional ladies?" she asked tentatively.
"Why d…do you ask?" he asked nervously as he put on his shirt.
She covered herself with a sheet and sat up, her arms loosely around her knees. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. In Orion culture the role of courtesan is a highly respected one, requiring years of training."
"So?" he said with his jaw set.
"In my experience lovers don't ask permission before the ejaculate inside their partners, although it was rather sweet. It's something Orion courtesans charge extra for. Of course some men are into the old cumshot of course but you didn't ask for that. Lovers don't jump out of bed and run off either but courtesans give you the bums rush if you don't pay more so they can move on to their next client."
"How do you know so much about it?" he asked tersely. "Is that how you worked your way through University? On your back?"
"I'm going to overlook that comment because you're upset and I care about you, also because I was only fourteen when I enrolled at Daystrom."
He dropped his eyes apologetically. "I'm sorry." he whispered and sat on the bed. "My first was another Cadet, but she thought I was my roommate in the dark, she was…so embarrassed that it was me. It was like she hated herself after. She didn't want me to finish inside her."
"She probably wasn't on birth control." Taryn reasoned. "You'd be amazed how many people still use the withdrawal method."
"You're kidding?" Reg said with alarm. "I never thought of that. I thought girls didn't like it. Oh God, what if I'd got her pregnant? I didn't know what I was doing. Oh boy, don't the...you know the… boys escape during?"
"If you mean does pre-ejaculate contain semen, then yes."
"Oh God, I'm not on the binary contraceptive. What if we?"
"Relax, it's taken care of. I have a contraceptive implant to stop me going into season and becoming a menace to society." she explained. "I have a less than fifteen percent chance of conceiving naturally anyway."
"Why? Did something happen?" he asked with concern.
"It's just how I'm made." she told him with a reassuring smile. "Part of the fun of being a hybrid."
"I didn't realise." he whispered. "You're okay though?"
"Medically I have to be treated as a unique species but I'm a stable hybrid if that's what you mean." she replied. Everyone knew the horror stories of hybrids that didn't quite work out right, although few of them survived gestation let alone to adulthood.
"What about your brothers and sisters?"
"Only my twin brother and I share this same biological mother. Medically he's like a Human/Vulcan hybrid, aside from deafness and mutism he's fine. He's a high level telepath so he gets by with that and sign language."
"Are you older or younger?" he asked with interest.
"Older, by eleven minutes."
He sighed thoughtfully, "There was one other real girl and…it was on shore leave and I paid her. I took care of the precautions that time, I wore a... Other than that it's been holograms."
"Was she kind to you?" Taryn asked softly.
"What the…? She was okay. I think she faked it though." he admitted.
"I wasn't faking it earlier when you went down on me," she said, rubbing his back affectionately, "and it's common for men to get a little…over excited…when they're first exposed to Orion pheromones. Because I hold them back normally you didn't get any chance to acclimatise."
"You're just saying that." He rubbed his face distractedly. "I know I was a disappointment."
"Not at all." she replied earnestly. "You felt wonderful inside me, even if it was a little short and sweet. I think when we find our rhythm we'll be amazing together." She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Come back to bed?"
"You could do so much better than me." he whispered.
"I'm no prize you know. You should see me lose my temper." She smirked. "It's not easy being with a Green Woman, even one who wishes she was Human. People will always doubt my motives, including you and when you stop doubting me we're in real trouble."
"What do you mean?" he asked with a frown.
"That will be when my pheromones have turned you into my slave." She bit her lip thoughtfully.
"I'm already your slave." he replied in a whisper. "Do you mind if I stay?"
She rolled her eyes. "I just asked you to come back to bed." She held out her arms to him. "Come here you big prat."
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"Okay, I need someone to do the lighting?" Beverly asked. Taryn elbowed Reg in the ribs playfully as he raised his hand.
"You should try out for a part, you have a great voice." she whispered. "I've heard you in the shower.
"It's scary enough acting without singing as well." he muttered in her ear and kissed it softly.
"You all probably know Taryn already, but she's agreed to audition for the group today as well as for a part." she applauded as Taryn reluctantly stepped forward carrying a base guitar and perched on a stool as she connected it to an amplifier.
She began to play in a steady riff like a heartbeat and began to speak. "I wasn't sure what to sing for this audition, I expect we're going to hear a lot of Abba this evening, not that that's a bad thing but I decided to think outside the box a little, I hope that's okay." She paused as she changed key. "I couldn't choose a passage to read either, but this is one of my favourite songs and I do like the lyrics a lot. I think they're simple but eloquent, understated." She went back to the original key and played for a few bars before she began to sing.
"You don't know how to ease my pain
You don't know
You don't know how to ease my pain
You don't know what the sound is, darlin'
It's the sound of my tears fallin'
Or is it the rain?
You don't know
You don't know how to play the game
And you cheat, you lie
You make me wanna cry
You make me wanna cry, cry
You make me wanna cry."
Reg sat open mouthed, not only at the sweetness of her voice but the heartbreaking emotion she was imparting with her song.
"You don't know how to ease my pain
You don't know
You don't know how to ease my pain
Don't you hear any voices cryin'?
That's the sound of my love dyin'
Here comes the rain
You don't know how to play the game
And you cheat, you lie
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You make me wanna cry
You don't know
You don't even know how to say goodbye
You make me wanna cry."
Reg exchanged a glance with Dr Crusher and noticed she was tearing up a little at Taryn's simple but plaintive song and her moving performance. "Okay, thank you, that was lovely. Well, I can definitely welcome you to the group, but we do have a few more people to hear." The doctor smiled as Taryn took her guitar and returned to her seat next to Reg, looking embarrassed.
"I don't think I've ever sung in front of this many people sober before. Was I okay?" she asked Reg from behind her instrument.
"Okay?" he asked incredulously. "You were incredible!" He took her hand and kissed it, followed by her cheek.
"Lieutenant Barrymore hates me." Taryn said as they walked to her quarters holding hands.
"It's about time someone took her down a peg or two, her ego is way out of control. She's such a Diva only she sings sharp and dances like a horse in a Human suit." Reg replied. "You got the part of Tanya because you're great, besides, she wanted the lead, she always wants the lead." He stopped as they reached her door and smiled down at her.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked with a puzzled frown.
"I've stayed here every night this week. People are beginning to talk."
"Really, what are they saying?" she asked with interest.
"That I'm a lucky swine mostly. But there have been a few comments about you that I'd sooner not repeat." he admitted reluctantly.
"Does that bother you?" she asked innocently.
"A little." he looked away guiltily and clenched his jaw.
"Do you think people will stop making off colour comments about me if we stay apart?" she asked. He knew it was a rhetorical question, they'd discussed the fact people would always have things to say about a Green woman. She grabbed the front of his uniform and pulled him down to kiss him softly with a smile. "I love you." She whispered in his ear. "Nothing anyone else says matters to me."
"You…we haven't said that to each other yet." he said, gazing into her eyes with alarm.
"I think I just did." she smirked. "I don't expect you to say it back, don't worry." She turned to enter her quarters, he caught her arm to stop her.
"I've wanted to tell you I love you from the moment I saw you." he whispered earnestly. She grabbed the neck of his jumpsuit again and dragged him into her quarters. Her lips pressed to his in a heated kiss.
…
"What do you call this position again?" he asked breathlessly as she straddled his lap.
"The Rocking Horse." she whispered, sighing as her breasts brushed against his chest, his breath hot in her face. "What do you think?"
"Nice," he smiled, "but I don't have much control."
"Grab my bum." she prompted and he moved his arms that were taking his weight behind him and grasped her hips. Steering her as she ground her body. "Better?" she whispered, grasping his shoulders as she pumped.
"I can't thrust like this, with my legs behind you." he replied as he kissed her neck.
"There's just no pleasing you Barclay." She laughed and he swallowed hard at the flutter it caused inside her. "It's not enough to have a Green Woman riding your cock you want to be in charge too?" She raised her knees and put her feet down, moving into a crouch and away from him. "Shift to your knees." she instructed and lowered herself onto him once he complied. "Part them a little. How's that?"
"Better." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You?"
"I'm getting there." she sighed as she gripped his back.
"How quickly?" he asked desperately.
"Oh God!" she shouted and arched her back suddenly. For a moment he thought she was having a seizure as she convulsed wildly, her head and shoulders pressed hard into the mattress. She'd climaxed before but was usually underneath him or he had a limited view with his face pressed to her groin. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, her body pulsing hard with pleasure. The sight of it alone would probably be enough to make him cream in his underwear if he was watching let alone a participant. She reached up to him, grasping his shoulder as he gripped her waist and fought the urge to join her in the throes of ecstasy. She was pumping him like a plasma injector, pinioned on his manhood and he knew he couldn't take much more. He surrendered as he felt the point of no return, relishing the sweet relief as he gave her his all, gasping and grunting.
He pulled her into his arms, still kneeling. Her body still trembling and shuddering as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight.
"I think we found our rhythm." he whispered with a smile and kissed the side of her head, still breathless. She whimpered in response. "You okay?" he asked and stroked her hair out of her face and she merely whimpered again. "Is this what they mean when they say 'I screwed her brains out'?" He laughed as she nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. He lowered her to the bed and lay beside her, pulling a blanket over her sweaty form to protect her from getting a chill and held her until he fell asleep.
She woke him with a kiss. "Good morning." he whispered with a smile and cupped her cheek in his hand.
"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked with a wolfish grin.
"Are you on the menu?" he replied and kissed her, knowing he probably had morning breath and a stubbly face but she never seemed to mind.
"I'll have to ask the chef if he'll do boobs over easy." she replied and clutched his hand to her breast as she moved astride him.
"Engineering to Commander Barclay." He swore and reached for his communicator on the bedside cabinet.
"Barclay here." he replied and gave Taryn a chiding glance as she pressed soft kisses to his neck and shoulder and he gently stroked her hair.
"We have a problem with one of the port warp coils sir, it's gone out of alignment."
"Have you notified the Bridge?" he asked as he reached up and felt the bulkhead over the bed. It was pulsing with an unfamiliar rhythm, there was definitely a problem. He fought the urge to sigh as she flicked her tongue around his nipple.
"I was about to sir."
"Tell them we need to drop out of warp while we check it out. Shut off the plasma flow and engage the cooling system. I'll be there in ten minutes…make that twenty." he added as Taryn looked up and met his gaze. "Barclay out." He gave her a glare. "You are a minx and a half, do you know that?" he said as he grasped her wrist, stood up and pulled her into the bathroom with him.
Author's Note:
Cry is by Godley and Creme. Reg's comment about a horse in a human suit is from the series Black Books.
As always any and all comments are welcome.