A/N: Thank you so much!
C/W: Contains abusive behaviour, smut, and dub con/rape. Will contain Data/Tasha fluff. Lore is a master of manipulation.
This is a fic in which Lore (still his loveably flawed, chaotic self) plays the long con before showing his true colours. Also, Lore and Data have significantly greater capacity to feel than canon suggests.
Despite his late-night disappearance, Lore was up before Beverly.
After preparing breakfast for the two of them, Lore had set to work on Beverly's tablet. He figured that Captain Picard had to know the whereabouts of Data and Tasha.
And he required Beverly's security clearance to access the ship's transmission logs.
Picard had assured the rest of the officers that they were safe. That meant they were somewhere, and it indicated Picard had likely communicated with them at some point in the last few days.
Factoring in travel time to and from a destination, known M-class planets, and the maximum speed of the shuttle, Lore was able to narrow down the list of destinations to a total of thirty-nine planets, moons, or starbases.
After cross referencing the incoming and outgoing transmission logs, Lore had narrowed the list further to sixteen possible locations.
Unfortunately, there would only be enough time to hit one or two planets before his brother's departure. He couldn't very well risk his friend the Crystalline Entity intercepting his dear brother's shuttle on the return trip.
It would rob Lore of the opportunity to watch Data suffer.
He would have to find a way to confirm Data's whereabouts before dispatching the Crystalline Entity.
Lore sat back as he calculated the odds of success.
He would have to take a gamble.
Deciding the reward outweighed the risk, Lore set down Beverly's tablet and retrieved his own. He quickly dispatched a message.
Well, sixteen messages in total – one to each possible location.
Lore signed them using Beverly's name and authorisation code. He chuckled to himself as he typed out the text.
This is too perfect! He mused.
"You're up early," Beverly said as she stepped out into the main room.
Her eyes fell on the tablet on the coffee table. She could have sworn that she had left it on the desk. Lore followed her line of sight.
"I grabbed it by mistake," he lied.
"Oh," Beverly said.
"Breakfast?" Lore offered as he indicated to the table set for two.
It was pretty dark when Tasha woke up. She stretched out against the sheets and groaned.
Sitting up, Tasha yawned and looked over to the floor-length windows that lined the bedroom wall. They were completed frosted over.
Despite this, it still looked incredibly dark out.
Tasha picked up the timepiece and checked the hour.
9:38.
The sun should have been up.
Tasha climbed out of bed and shivered from the loss of heat. She stepped over to the window. Using the back of her fist, she wiped away the frost to peer outside.
The winter storm was in full force.
The treeline that sat a few metres from the cabin was hardly visible. The line of mighty balsam fir and spruce trees was obstructed by the wind and heavy snowfall.
The path down to the lodge was no longer visible.
Judging by the thick blanket that had surrounded the cabin's deck, it looked like nearly fifteen centimetres had already fallen.
Everything seemed dark and grey, but Tasha thought there was something lovely about it.
They really, truly snowed in.
"Mmmm," Tasha said as Data came up from behind and wrapped his arms around.
"Good morning," Data said before planting a soft kiss on the side of her face.
"Morning," Tasha replied.
"The weather report indicates whiteout conditions for the entire valley," Data advised.
He leaned over so he could rest his chin on Tasha's shoulder.
"We are stuck here until this blows over. I am sorry that you will be unable to partake in the outdoor activities today," Data apologised.
She turned in his arms and smirked.
"I'm not," Tasha replied.
She captured his lips with her own. With her hand on Data's chest, she pushed him back toward the bed.
The back of his knees hit the edge. Data permitted her to push him back onto the sheets as she climbed up onto him.
Tasha hovered a few inches above his face, grinning like a cat that had cornered a mouse.
"We have the whole day to ourselves," Tasha said.
"Yes," Data nodded.
"Alone," Tasha said slowly.
Data raised his eyebrows slightly and blinked in confusion.
"We are the only two persons in this lodging," Data reminded her.
"Alone," Tasha repeated as she rolled her hips against him.
Data's lips formed a soft 'oh' as he realised the implications of her statement.
Tasha rocked against him. He was already hard. He had been ever since he had woken up. When they had first gotten together, Data had been embarrassed by this.
Tasha thought it was adorable. He may not have been a biological being, but Tasha thought the little quirks like a morning stiffy made him seem awfully like a human.
After a long, slow kiss, Tasha pulled back. She smiled and licked her lips as she watched Data's expression. Then she scurried to the floor.
"Tasha?" Data asked.
Her hands were on the waistband of his sleep trousers.
She pulled them down just far enough to free his erection.
"Tasha?" Data repeated.
His breath hitched as he felt her lips on his cock.
"Oh," Data groaned as she took the length of him in her mouth.
He let his head fall back against the blankets. Tasha gripped the base of his shaft. Using both her hand and her mouth, she drove Data into a divine state of pleasure.
His bioplast prickled with raw energy. His artificial breathing programme increased to maintain body temperature. Data's neural net surged as he processed the delicious mix of sensations.
Tasha's mouth was warm. Her lips were soft, her grip firm. And the manner in which her tongue graced the artificial vein on the underside of his cock made Data want to melt into a puddle of polymer.
Desperate for more contact, Data sat up. He spread his legs to grant her better access as his hand came to cup the back of her head.
Tasha looked up at Data and he wanted to spill himself then and there.
She paused long enough to drag her tongue up the length of his cock before stopping to plant a sloppy kiss on the tip.
Tasha grinned before diving back in.
Data closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling.
Tasha took no small sense of satisfaction in the fact he was gently thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth. With her free hand, she found his.
The wind howled outside, but neither of them cared.
With their fingers intertwined, Data came encased in the warm, wet heat of Tasha's sweet mouth.
Tasha stroked him slowly a few times as she licked him clean.
Then she rested her head on his thigh as Data ran his fingers back through her hair.
"You did not need to do that," Data said.
"I know," Tasha replied in a faraway voice. "But I wanted to."
She closed her eyes and relaxed.
"This trip is supposed to be for you," Data said.
"This trip is supposed to be for us," Tasha reminded him.
"Then what can I do for you?" Data asked.
"Mmmm, this. Don't stop," Tasha requested.
It always felt so good whenever Data ran his fingers through her hair.
"What do you think you're doing?" Will Riker asked.
Lore tossed him aside as if he were a ragdoll.
Beverly rushed over with her tricorder in hand, scanning the injured First Officer to assess the damage.
"Leave him," Lore ordered.
Strolling into the ready room, Lore snapped his fingers. Beverly abandoned Riker and followed Lore into the Captain's ready room.
Lore sat down at the desk and kicked his feet up on the surface. Leaning back in the chair, he folded in his hands behind his head.
Lore chuckled.
"He's injured," Beverly said softly as she glanced to the door. "I should get him to sickbay."
"He got what he deserved," Lore replied. "You should get over here."
Beverly complied and sat down on the edge of his desk.
Lore gave her a look. When she didn't respond, he crooked a finger at her.
Beverly sat down on his lap.
"That's more like it," Lore said.
At 10:22 hours, Wesley observed Lore leaving the holodeck once again.
As soon as Lore stepped onto the lift, Wesley crept over to the holodeck computer and ran a diagnostic. Just as before, there was no trace Lore had ever been on the holodeck or what programmes had been activated.
Wes grumbled.
He folded his arms and slid down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
There had to be some method he could use to suss out Lore's motive. And he was running out of time. His project with Stellar Cartography would be wrapping up in a few hours and then he would have no excuse to hang around the area.
Suddenly, Wes was struck with an idea.
He may not have been able to find out what Lore was up to – but he could easily track Lore's presence on the holodeck.
Rushing off to his lab, it took Wes less than an hour to assemble and install a simple tracking device. For some reason, Lore always used the same holodeck.
While Wesley's tracker wouldn't show what programme was in use, it would log anytime Lore stepped onto or off of the holodeck. It would also track the time, duration, and number of occurrences.
It's a start. Wes thought with satisfaction.
Over in sickbay, Lore was dismayed to find that Beverly was once again less than interested in his presence. Their previous easy working relationship now seemed strained.
It didn't help matters that they were still caring for the injured crew members from the incident in the Torpedo Bay.
Lore was terrified that he was losing Beverly.
As he watched her flit about sickbay, it literally felt his hold over her was slipping away.
He needed to act – to do something to reel her back in before it was too late.
Lieutenant Atwol groaned on the cot next to Lore and tried to readjust his body.
"Stay," Lore said as he gripped Atwol's shoulder. "You will rip your healing sleeve and further aggravate your wounds."
Atwol had jostled about overnight and nearly torn the healing sleeve on his leg in half.
Lieutenant Atwol was one of the crew members that had taken the brunt of the blow during the initial plasma fire. He had sustained moderately severe wounds and would require another two or three days in sickbay before he could be released.
"You're having some trouble, aren't you?" Lore asked.
Atwol was delirious – completely out of it thanks to the powerful sedatives that they kept him on.
"Not to worry. We'll take care of you. Fix you right up," Lore said as he administered another dosage of the sedative.
Lore quickly scanned the room to see Beverly had witnessed his quick thinking. Unfortunately, she had been tied up in conversation with Doctor Selar and had missed it.
Pity it wasn't something more serious. Lore lamented.
Lore froze.
His eyes flitted back and forth rapidly. His face twitched.
Pity indeed. He thought maliciously.
"You're cheating!" Tasha exclaimed.
"Hardly," Data replied.
They were sitting together on the sofa in front of the fire. Neither had bothered to change out of their pyjamas. With the storm blowing outdoors, it was going to be a lazy day at the cabin.
Snuggled together under a blanket, Data was holding Tasha and Tasha was holding her tablet. They were playing an electronic game together.
"There are nine hundred forty-one possible squares, fifty moves, and a maximum of two thousand blue tiles per match. It is simply a matter of calculating how many to place per round based on the drop," Data said as if it were simple.
"That's cheating!" Tasha insisted.
"It is math," Data retorted.
Tasha set her tablet down on the side of the sofa and leaned back against Data.
"You cracked the game. That is not fair," Tasha said.
Data frowned.
"Tasha, it is not possible for us to play a game that I cannot 'crack' as you put it," Data explained.
Tasha shifted and laid across his lap. She sighed dramatically.
"You have an unfair advantage," Tasha bemoaned.
She smacked his arm playfully.
With great care, Data pushed her off his lap and onto the floor in a pile of blankets.
It took Tasha a few seconds to find the exit.
"What was that for?" Tasha asked with a laugh.
"Asserting my unfair advantage," Data responded.
He allowed Tasha to pull him down onto the floor where they wrestled with one another. Tasha knew she was no match for Data, but he scaled back his own strength to make it a more even match.
Data knew every inch of her body and precisely where she was most vulnerable.
Tasha screeched as he found her foot.
"No, no," she protested through a fit of giggles as Data peeled away one of her socks.
Tasha braced herself for the worst.
"Please!" she begged.
It was no use kicking. Data had a firm grip on her ankle.
Tasha rolled her body, twisting and contorting herself to break free. She slipped out of Data's ankle but didn't get far.
Data pulled her back down toward him. In a matter of milliseconds, he had Tasha pinned on her back.
"I give up," she panted. "You win."
"I must confess that I cheated," Data teased.
Tasha's face broke out into a broad smile.
"You do not seem to mind when the circumstances work in your favour," Data observed.
"Captain, he's been in there four times today," Wesley said. "And it's only 14:00 hours."
Jean-Luc and Wesley were in his ready room. Out of the blue, Wes had contacted the Captain and requested privacy to discuss what he called a 'strange occurrence.'
Wes was reluctant to label Lore's behaviour as a security risk without more evidence.
"But you cannot determine what programme he is running?" Picard inquired.
"No, sir," Wes admitted.
"Is it possible your equipment is malfunctioning?" Picard asked.
He had to be sure.
Wes shook his head.
"I've been in the stellar cartography lab working on a project. I've checked it twice today and conducted control experiments with myself entering and leaving the holodeck to ensure that it is functioning as designed," Wes explained.
Clever lad. Picard thought with approval.
Jean-Luc sat back in his chair and scratched his chin as he considered his options.
"I'd like you to leave your equipment in place, Mr Crusher. And continue to report your findings," Picard ordered.
While they didn't know what Lore was up to, Jean-Luc figured this information could be useful.
As a precaution, he also wanted to take action to slow down Lore's plan until they knew more about it.
"Lieutenant La Forge," Picard said as he tapped his combadge.
"Here, Captain," Geordi responded a second later.
"How long would it take you to disable the holodeck?" Picard asked. "More specifically, how long would it take you to disable the holodeck in a manner that made it appear as if the holodeck were experiencing a malfunction?"
There was a short pause.
"Uh, sir? Are you asking me to intentionally sabotage the holodeck?" Geordi asked.
"That's precisely what I want you to do. And I want you to do it in a way that takes a day or two to fix," Picard explained.
Jean-Luc couldn't help but smile at his own ingenuity.
"And Mr La Forge? One more thing," Picard requested.
"Yes, sir?" Geordi asked in response.
"Come report the problem to me in person in sickbay. In fifteen minutes," Picard ordered.
When Captain Picard reached sickbay he was pleased to see that both Beverly and Lore were present.
Under the guise of checking on the injured crew, Picard was present because he wanted to see Lore's reaction to Geordi's news.
Lore was furious as Jean-Luc seemed to be hovering around his workstation.
On cue, Geordi arrived and made a great effort of looking as if he had been desperately searching the ship for Captain Picard.
"Captain!" Geordi said out of breath.
"Mr La Forge?" Picard asked.
"We've got a problem," Geordi reported.
Lore's ears perked up.
Geordi put his hands on his hips as he took a series of short breaths. He had quite literally run up from main engineering.
"The holodecks are down. All of them," Geordi announced.
"All of them?" Jean-Luc asked, pretending to be shocked.
Geordi nodded.
"I don't have to tell you what a critical part of our ship those holodecks are," Jean-Luc said, attempting to really sell his concern. "We have trainings scheduled for the command officers tomorrow."
"Could be as simple as a blown circuit panel or we might be looking at something more serious," Geordi said.
Jean-Luc sighed.
"I've got my best diagnostic engineer on it," Geordi assured him. "Baker will have it all sorted in no time. She's stripping the wires now."
Lore fought the urge to roll his eyes.
Best diagnostic engineer my arse! He scoffed internally.
During his brief time in engineering, Lore had worked with Baker on two projects. She was hopeless, hardly what Lore would call the best.
Lore looked up over the edge of his console to where Atwood lay in the corner.
The sun was beginning to set, and the storm showed no sign of relenting.
Data and Tasha were out in the jacuzzi on the deck as the snow fell around them. It was freezing. Even in the heat of the water, Tasha was shivering.
Data had his back to the wind and Tasha was directly in front of him so that she could watch the sky as the wind whipped around them.
Their hair had frozen in place. Data advised that it would be best not to get it wet, but Tasha thought it was fun and simply couldn't resist.
After twenty minutes of shivering in the jacuzzi, Tasha had finally agreed to call it quits.
With Data's help, she climbed out.
Pulling the door aside, Tasha slipped as soon as her wet feet hit the kitchen tile.
Data caught her by the wrist inches before she face-planted on the floor.
He set her down gently and Tasha rolled over laughing.
Data stepped inside and pulled the door back to latch it in place, shutting out some of the howling wind.
He simply shook his head and scooped Tasha up off the floor.
"Wait, where are we going?" Tasha asked. "You promised we could have hot chocolate!"
Data did make good on his promise.
After a quick hot shower to warm up, they had wrapped themselves in the large, fluffy dressing gowns. They prepared two cups of homemade hot chocolate and then settled in front of the fire.
Data threw another log on, and it wasn't long before they were feeling the heat.
Tasha set her mug down on the coffee table behind them and stretched out on the large, soft blanket Data had spread out on the floor.
"I don't want to go back," Tasha confessed.
"I find I share the sentiment," Data said as he tucked an errant strand of wet hair back behind her ear.
Tasha yawned and curled up beside him.
"We could stay," she suggested.
"Do not tempt me," Data warned.
With her eyes still closed, Tasha smiled.
"I would never try to tempt you, Commander," Tasha teased.
All of a sudden, the hum of the cabin's computer system stopped.
The lights went out.
Tasha's eyes flew open.
"The storm must be interfering with our power generation," Data said.
He got up quickly and headed for the bedroom.
It took Data less than a minute to throw on appropriate winter attire. Tasha was scrambling, trying to get dressed herself.
"I will check on the generator," Data advised.
"Wait," Tasha called after him, hopping as she pulled her pants on. "Data, wait! You can't just go out there alone!"
Data stopped.
"I will be fine," he assured her.
The power generator for the cabin was only about thirty metres from the door. Housed in a small concrete shelter, the generator supplied environmental systems, computer power, and communications.
Data surmised it was likely that the snow accumulation had blocked the airflow vent and thus caused the generator to overheat. There was a
Data gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then stepped outside.
Panicked, Tasha threw on her boots and grabbed her hat and mittens by the door. Without so much as a coat, she opened the door and stepped out into the storm.
She couldn't see Data anywhere.
It was nearly dark, and visibility was poor.
"Data!" she shouted.
But her voice was drowned out by the wind.
Shortly before dinner, Lore dropped into sickbay to check on Beverly. She had her hands full with the injured crew and Atwood had been doing poorly all afternoon.
Despite upping the dosage of sedatives, he continued to groan and roll about in agony.
Beverly had no inkling that Lore had really replaced his sedative with a much lower dose. Even at the upped dosage, Atwood was receiving only a fraction of what he needed.
As a result, Beverly switched him from a standard sedative to henlion. It was a powerful sedative that was carefully regulated and typically only used in terminal patients with extreme pain.
Of course, Lore knew this. He had predicted it would be the likely course of action and it played right into his plans.
One of the reasons henlion was so carefully restricted was the fact it was known to cause cardiovascular and respiratory issues – particularly in patients that were sedentary.
The first round of staff breaks were underway, and that meant sickbay was short a few team members as they rotated through their breaks.
It was the perfect opportunity for Lore to enact his plan.
Beverly was tucked away in her office and Nurse Greene was tending to another patient. Lore quickly slipped in and injected Atwood with a substance he had developed.
"That's it," Lore whispered as he administered the hypospray.
It included a powerful stimulant designed to replicate increased adrenaline, there was ondistiprax to raise Atwood's blood pressure, and grestivar. Grestivar was an allergy medication. While normally harmless, when used in combination with henlion, it caused the airways to close.
Pocketing his hypospray, Lore stepped over to the office and knocked on the door.
Beverly looked up from her reports and flashed him a tight smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm still working," she said.
You could help. She thought.
"I came to see if you needed my assistance," Lore offered.
About time. Beverly mused.
He had been disappointed when she'd refused his offer for dinner together on account of her workload. Beverly had equally surprised that Lore hadn't offered to stay and help.
All of a sudden, Lore's ears perked up.
He turned his head to the side and made a point of selling his concern.
"What?" she asked aloud.
Lore put a finger to his lips to indicate that she should be quiet.
Above the noise of the equipment, Beverly heard a choking noise coming from the corner of the room.
"Atwood," Lore said as he rushed over to Atwood's cot.
Lore quickly made a show of assessing the situation.
"It must be the henlion. He's choking. Envilpan. 15 ccs," Lore ordered.
Beverly rushed to the cabinet and grabbed a hypospray. She tossed it to Lore who administered the dosage.
It was all over in a flash.
"It's a miracle he didn't rip the healing sleeve," Nurse Greene said as she approached them. "A minute more and he might have."
"A minute more and he might have died," Beverly commented.
Lore adjusted Atwood's position and ensured the sleeve was still properly affixed.
"You saved him," Beverly said.
Not only had Lore's early detection of Atwood's choking been key, his quick thinking with the envilpan had saved his life. Furthermore, Lore's ability to hold Atwood in place had spared him from ripping through the healing sleeve that was treating his burns.
"I was merely doing my job, doctor," Lore responded. "Thanks to your training."
An hour and half later, Atwood's condition had improved. Beverly had filed a report on the incident. And Lore had gotten his fix.
As he looked down on the mess of red hair spread out across his chest, Lore grinned to himself.
He reached down and caressed the length of Beverly's spine as she slept on his chest, exhausted from a long day at work and the fervent lovemaking that had followed Lore's heroics.
Beverly snuggled up against Lore, nuzzling his chest as she murmured in her sleep.
Lore was a hero.
Word of his actions in sickbay had quickly spread throughout the ship. Atwood's team had invited Lore out for drinks and darts tomorrow at Ten Forward.
Nurse Greene had recommended Lore for a commendation.
Even Captain Picard had been forced to shake his hand and offer words of praise for Lore's actions.
And Beverly had been more than keen to show her appreciation, spreading her legs for Lore's pleasure as an act of gratitude.
Lore's reputation as the ship's latest golden boy was secure. He had his woman back in his arms.
And by this time his dear brother was stuck somewhere without the ability to enjoy himself.
But Lore's message had never reached Data and Tasha.
They had no inkling there was a message dangling out in subspace just waiting to be received.
The storm had blown away a portion of the power supply circuit – likely knocked loose by a large branch. Data had traipsed through the snow for nearly an hour in search of it in hopes of completing a repair.
Unfortunately, it had blown away.
Tasha had been sick with worry, even going so far as to tether herself to the cabin with her climbing gear while she walked to the power station and back.
But all that was in the past.
They would have to hike down to the lodge and report the issue for repair. Even with Data's superior speed and strength, it would be futile to attempt such a journey during the storm.
The cabin still had a functioning fireplace. They had plenty of blankets, an emergency camp stove, and more than enough candles.
In fact, Data thought there was something romantic about spreading all the candles out. Illuminated by the soft glow from the fire, they were lying on the blanket in front of the fire.
"I believe it would be best if we were to sleep out here tonight for warmth," Data advised.
"No complaints here," Tasha responded.
They were lying close to one another, propped up on one elbow as they sipped on tea they had heated over the camp stove.
Tasha said nothing as she studied Data's face.
The firelight seemed to dance off his glossy, golden eyes.
"What?" Data inquired.
The corner of Tasha's lip curled upward.
"What?" Data repeated, curious to know what she found so amusing.
"I know this trip wasn't exactly what he planned – both in how we got here and the rough start. The power may be out. But everything about this moment feels right," Tasha said as she took hold of Data's hand.
Data sat up. With one hand on the back of her head, Data's lips crashed against her own.
Tasha keened as she laid back.
They parted just long enough for Data to pull her oversized jumper overhead. He tossed it aside before capturing her left breast with his mouth. Data's teeth grazed over her nipple as he kneaded her other breast.
Tasha reached down to palm his cock, but Data was faster. He caught her wrists.
Pinning them to the ground, Data continued his tender assault as he nibbled at the swell of her chest.
Tasha arched her back and groaned, urging Data for more contact.
"Data, please," Tasha whined.
He worked his way down her body. His lips travelled over her navel before he peeled away her leggings, kissing each new bit of flesh as it was exposed.
Data nibbled his way back up her legs, marking the soft inside of her thighs with little love bites. Tasha whimpered and squirmed as his tongue swept over her cunt.
"Ah, oh Data," Tasha breathed as he began to lap at her clit.
She sat up part way and reached down, twisting her fingers into his hair.
With his hands firmly planted on her thighs, Data kept Tasha spread before him as his tongue drove her to a blissful climax.
He could tell she was close by the way her hips were rocking. Tasha's fingers tightened their grip in his hair just before she shook apart.
Data tightened his grip. Tasha whimpered, trembling underneath him as her hips involuntarily bucked.
When he finished, Data looked up at her.
He was a sight – panting, his hair mussed, his chin dripping with her slick as the candlelight flashed in his eyes.
Before Tasha could say anything, Data flipped Tasha around and pulled her arse back toward him.
He pushed his trousers down over his hips and lined himself up.
Then he leaned down close over Tasha.
"Do you still want to proceed?" Data asked as he nuzzle against her neck.
"Uh huh," Tasha replied.
She pressed herself back against him, rubbing herself on his cock in an effort to make clear the urgency of her need.
Data took advantage of their position to drag out the moment, teasing her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit.
Tasha brought her hand up to cover his own that was resting on her abdomen.
"Data," she pleaded in a heady voice.
Tasha dropped her chest to the floor, resting her head against the blanket. She arched her back, lifting her arse and wordlessly begging Data to get on with it.
He didn't need telling twice.
Data's left hand closed around the back of Tasha's neck. With one hand resting on her lower back, Data cautiously began to thrust into her.
He sat up on his knees and tossed his shirt aside. Data caressed the outside of her thigh, up over Tasha's hip, and came to rest on her backside. He allowed himself a moment to savour the feel of being encased tight so deep inside his lover.
Then he gripped her firmly and set to work satisfying his own desire.
Tasha closed her eyes and clenched her fists around the blanket below in order to brace herself. There was a delicious stretch as Data hit just the right spot.
Data leaned in close. Tasha could feel the cool of his bioplast on her back. He bit down on her neck.
There was something delightful in the animalistic manner of their lovemaking. A sense of the forbidden.
He was taking her in a way that he couldn't back home.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Tasha repeated, panting.
The sound of the wind was drowned out by an obscene noise as Data's boney hips slammed against her backside.
Tasha knew there would be bruises in the morning.
But she didn't care.
It felt too good.
Data was completely on top of her now, trapping Tasha between his body and the floor. He snaked one arm around her waist to raise her hips.
His breath was warm, tickling against her face. He caressed her leg with his foot, their legs intertwined as he continued to pump into her.
With his free hand, Data grabbed Tasha's hand.
"You feel so good," Data grunted.
Tasha did feel good. The physical sensation was overwhelming. And the emotional high was just as pleasurable.
Data's soft affirmations and touch had the effect of making her feel attractive.
Hell, she felt irresistible.
Data's tempo slowed, his steady rhythm replaced by a series of slow, languid strokes.
"Do you feel how well we fit together?" Data asked.
"Uh huh," Tasha keened.
"How well you take me?" Data went on.
"Mmmmmm," Tasha groaned.
The truth of the matter was that Data had slowed his pace because he wanted to make this moment last.
As much as he longed for the sweet release of an orgasm, he couldn't bring himself to part with this moment yet.
Data nuzzled against her shoulder.
"My girl," he murmured.
He kissed on the bare flesh before him, starting at the edge of her shoulder and working his way up just below her ear.
Tasha wasn't sure exactly how long they lasted – only that it felt divine being split by his heavy cock as Data drug it along at an agonisingly easy pace.
Eventually, Data resumed his earlier tempo.
Tasha squeezed Data's hand, tightening her grasp as Data hit the spot that made her swoon.
"Come for me," Data growled against her ear.
Tasha was so frustratingly close.
In spite of the chill, Tasha's whole body felt flushed.
"Come for me," Data repeated.
Tasha's back arched, her head shot back as Data pushed her over the edge.
She called his name as she came, causing Data's neural net to surge with pride.
He was about to stop when Tasha pushed herself up with one hand.
"Don't stop," she urged.
She wanted him to come too.
Data paused.
"Please," Tasha panted.
Feeling a strange feral instinct, Data was ready to lean into the moment.
He pulled Tasha back against his body as he sat back on his knees.
"Can you hold out a little longer? May I use your body a little more?" Data asked as he drug his mouth across her neck.
Tasha groaned with delight as Data kneaded her breasts.
"Take my fill of your sweet little pussy?" Data pressed.
He pinched her nipples in hopes of eliciting a response.
"I need to hear you say it," Data growled.
"Yes," Tasha replied.
She let her head roll back, granting him better access to the pulse point of her neck.
This was what it felt like to be thoroughly fucked.
By the time Data came, Tasha felt like a ragdoll.
She felt hazy almost as if she were floating in a dream. Her head was swimming.
Data attempted to pull out and it roused Tasha from her pleasant, cloudy headspace.
"Stay," she requested as she gripped his hand on her waist.
To her disappointment, Data pulled out.
Her noise of protest quickly turned to a gasp of surprise.
Data flipped her over and quickly slipped back inside. He hovered a few inches above her face, observing her expression.
He delicately nuzzled his nose against her own, taunting Tasha with a few almost-kisses before capturing her lips.
When they broke apart, Data simply stared.
Tasha's face was flushed. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes had watered from tears shed in joy.
Data reached up and traced the bow of her lip with his thumb.
"Satisfied?" Tasha asked.
Data kissed her forehead, resting his lips there.
"I will never satisfy my need for you," Data confessed. "You are too lovely. And far more than I deserve."
Tasha clutched his biceps, pulling him down close.
"I love you, Data," Tasha said.
They stayed like that, neither of them wishing to part.
They were joined so intimately. This was what they had come to recapture – reclaiming the connection they shared both physically and emotionally.
Tasha wrapped her legs around Data's waist, perfectly content to hold him safe and snug deep inside of a place she had chosen to share with him.
Data's android abilities allowed him to stay as hard as she wanted for as long as she wanted. And if his baby wanted to fall asleep on his cock then Data was happy to provide.
But sleep was the last thing on Tasha's mind.
The storm hadn't merely brought snow – it had enveloped them both in a magical sense of renewed energy. Both Data and Tasha felt like the bond they shared was stronger than ever.
As the candles burned low, the storm began to die down.
Outside, snow continued to come down. The wind had passed. Large, thick flakes fell softly from the sky.
But all of this was lost on the couple in the cabin.
Holding one another as they gazed into each other's eyes, tender words and sweet caresses turned into soft kisses and eventually another round of slow, gentle sex.
When they finished, Data rolled them back without breaking contact. Sitting up against the base of the sofa, Data cradled Tasha while she slept.
The first thing Tasha noticed in the morning was how cold it was. Her back and fingers were freezing. There was warmth, but it was fleeting.
A part of her brain warned Tasha that she needed to do something. It was only going to get colder. But the little bit of warmth she had felt so wonderful.
Grasping to hang onto a shred of that warmth, she snuggled against Data's chest.
She blinked a few times, her eyes suddenly adjusting to the bright daylight.
Tasha sat back and looked around as she took in her surroundings.
The candles had burned down. The fire had gone out.
Despite being frosted over, there was daylight coming through the windows.
Data had felt her stir. He pulled her close.
"The fire's gone out," Tasha commented.
"I will tend to it," Data said.
"The storm's passed," Tasha realised.
Before Data could say another word, Tasha scrambled up and raced over to windows that lined the deck.
She wiped away some of the frost and had to shield her eyes from the sunlight.
"Whoa," she said aloud.
As the temperature had dropped inside the cabin, Tasha's breath was visible in the cold air.
There was a brilliant reflection of sunlight on the fresh powdery blanket of snow that had been dumped on the valley. The sun hit the tiny translucent structure of the snow, refracting the light. It glimmered, almost like crystal.
"It's beautiful," Tasha remarked.
She shivered.
Having stoked the fire, Data came up behind her and wrapped them both in the blanket.
"We will need to hike down to the lodge and report the damage from the storm," Data advised.
Tasha sighed.
"Later this morning," Tasha requested.
"But you are freezing," Data protested.
In retrospect, sleeping naked hadn't been their finest idea.
"Mmmm, not in the slightest," Tasha replied.