A/N: Thank you! This is set during "The Heist" (Chapter 17 of "The Complication") in which Data, Geordi, Commander Riker, Captain Picard, and Wesley find themselves trapped on the holodeck.

I wanted to give Data a chance to be a little vulnerable. Also, Tasha just seems like the perfect soft domme. I think it's the voice…


"This story shall the good man teach his son. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the world. But we shall be remembered – we few, we happy few, we band of brothers," Data said. "For he today that sheds his-"

Data opened his eyes.

He blinked a few times, recognising the grey ceiling above him, as he accessed his internal chronometer.

A moment earlier he had been standing atop an ancient wooden cart delivering the Saint Crispin's Day speech from Act IV of Shakespeare's Henry V.

He had most certainly been on the holodeck.

There was a throng of English soldiers and he had been wearing the full costume including the bowl cut period authentic wig he had replicated. It had been precisely 11 degrees Celsius, and the holodeck had perfectly replicated the conditions of the Agincourt battlefield - right down to the thick mud.

Yet, he had no memory of leaving the holodeck.

In fact, he could not recall initiating a holodeck program in the first place.

Data knew that there had been some damage from the Edo orb, but that had been yesterday.

The damage had not been permanent – or so he believed.

A hand across his abdomen pulled him out of his thoughts as his partner turned and slid toward him.

"Morning," Tasha said sleepily as she nuzzled her head against his shoulder.

"Tasha, how long have I been here?" Data inquired.

She sat up on her elbow and looked at him strangely.

"Are you alright, Data?" she asked, concerned.

As of last night, it had seemed like his memories had been restored.

"How long have I been here?" he repeated.

Well, Geordi had said it may take thirty-six hours. Tasha thought to herself.

"Do you mean in this room or aboard the Enterprise?" Tasha teased.

"I was on the holodeck. And then I opened my eyes and I was here," Data said, his eyes flitting back and forth rapidly as he tried to figure out how it was possible.

"What do you mean you were on the holodeck?" Tasha asked.

Data proceeded to describe to her what he had experienced – the scene from the play, the simulated weather, the costume.

"And when I opened my eyes, I was here," he said, confused. "With no memory of how I got here. It was so real."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Tasha asked, concerned.

Data looked at her strangely.

"As I said, I was standing atop a wooden cart on a holographic simulation of the Battle of Agincourt-" Data started to say but Tasha stopped him.

"Before the Shakespeare," Tasha prompted.

Data nodded, now understanding her question.

"We were lying here. Then, on your insistence, I activated my rest programme," Data stated.

Data had been hesitant to sleep. After their lovemaking had gotten a little out of hand, he was worried about her. And a part of him felt obligated to watch over her.

But Tasha had protested – insisting he rest for a few hours. She figured it would do some good as his neural pathways worked to reset themselves.

"Data, I think you had a dream," Tasha smiled.

"Tasha, that is not possible," he replied quickly.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"I am not capable of dreaming. It is not a part of my programming," he explained.

"But how can you know that? You've discovered new portions of your programming before," she said.

Data shook his head.

"While theoretically possible, it is more likely that there is residual damage caused by the-" Data started to but stopped as Tasha silenced him with a kiss.

Tasha rolled on top of him.

"I think you had a dream," she said brightly.

Data opened his mouth to protest but Tasha put a finger on his mouth to silence him.

"And yes, you should still have Geordi take a look," she said, anticipating his next statement.

He was planning to see Geordi later anyways for a follow up to ensure all of his synaptic pathways were properly restored.

Tasha leaned down and rested her forehead against his.

"But until then I think you should tell me about your dream," she said.

She snuggled down against his chest.

"Please?" Tasha asked.

Data rested his hand on her back.

"Are you asking because you are genuinely interested or because you would like to stay in bed longer?" Data inquired.

"Both," Tasha admitted with a grin.


Across the ship, Geordi was sitting with Miles and Worf eating breakfast at Ten Forward. The three had gotten together the night before following Data's incident.

The idea that something could hurt Lieutenant Commander Data had left everyone a wee bit shaken. He was immune to disease. He never needed to eat or rest. And was stronger than anyone in Starfleet – and all that was overtaken by a little ball of light.

So the night before, the three of them had gotten together with an idea to spend some time with Data later that afternoon. The trio had worked late into the night programming the perfect holodeck programme – sun, sails, and the open sea.

They'd spend a few hours hanging around simulated black sand beaches that peppered the southern hemisphere of Talruan IV. It was a tropical atmosphere widely regarded as one of the best planets for anglers. The various atolls and small, rocky islands would provide a wonderfully relaxing atmosphere to get lost in.

"Everything's all set then?" Miles asked before shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.

Worf nodded.

"Yes, everything for Data is good to go," Worf informed them. "And I'll take care of Tasha."


A short time later, Data headed to Main Engineering to meet Geordi. They were going to run some diagnostic follow up tests to see if all of his neural pathways had managed to re-establish themselves properly.

Since the incident the day before, it seemed most of his functions had returned to normal. However, as Tasha had reminded him, it would be important to discuss his possible 'dream' with Geordi.

She insisted it was a dream and explained they were perfectly normal and sometimes highly enjoyable.

A part of Data wanted to believe her. The idea that he could somehow be capable of dreaming was such a tempting step toward his ultimate goal of becoming human.

But another part of him dismissed the idea as preposterous.

It was illogical.

"Has there been anything missing, Data? I mean, does it feel like everything is there?" Geordi asked.

"Geordi, I am incapable of feeling the neural pathways within my positronic brain in any tactile sense," Data said.

"I mean have you noticed anything different. Or does it seem like everything is back to normal?" Geordi explained.

"Oh, I see," Data said, now understanding the question.

Geordi grabbed his engineering tricorder and circled Data with the device checking his energy output readings and the rate of his synthetic respiratory structure that functioned as a coolant system.

"Geordi, earlier this morning I experienced a malfunction," Data said.

Geordi stopped scanning and looked to Data, his brow furrowed with worry.

Data proceeded to explain that he had been on the holodeck in the midst of delivering his rendition of the Saint Crispin's Day speech monologue from Henry V when he had suddenly found himself in bed.

"And I have no recollection of going to the holodeck or leaving it," Data stated.

Geordi leaned back against the Engineering console and scratched his chin.

"Data what were you doing before you were on the holodeck?" Geordi asked.

"I initiated my rest programme," Data said simply.

In truth, there had been very little discussion after bumping into Tasha outside of her quarters.

"Well, then what were you doing before you initiated your rest programme?" Geordi asked.

Data momentarily contemplated how he should respond. Both he and Tasha were hesitant to be open with their friends regarding the nature of their relationship. However, he had experienced a full system overload. For an android, it was as close as he could get to a life-altering injury.

It took him 1.4 seconds to weigh his options. In the end, he decided honesty would be the best approach.

Data looked around Engineering and evaluated the distance between Geordi and him and the nearest crewmember to judge the audio level necessary to ensure his comment was not overheard.

"I was engaged in what could be considered an act of ardent copulation," Data said quietly.

Geordi bit his lip to keep from smiling.

"Data, I'm going to let you in on something," Geordi replied in a low voice. "That's really not a secret."

Data cocked his head to the side and looked at Geordi, suddenly worried that there was something he didn't understand.

Geordi sensed his fear and realised he needed to elaborate.

"Data, I just mean you were pretty enthusiastic when you ran into Tasha in the corridor last night," Geordi explained. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He paused for a moment and looked back at Geordi.

"In that moment, I was unable to access the file containing her name and was forced to find an alternative method to properly articulate myself," Data explained.

"But eventually it just came back to you?" Geordi inquired.

Data paused.

There was something he hadn't told Tasha yet about that.

There were layers to his neural net. It was designed in a manner to protect his most basic programming even in the event of malfunction, damage, or sabotage.

Whatever the Edo orb had done to him, it had caused his positronic brain to seal portions like circuitry bulkheads to protect his highest priority systems.

In essence, it guarded his ethical and moral subroutines.

It shielded his temperature regulation system and his central processing unit.

And her .

He had been unable to recall her name because it was in that portion of his neural net that had remained inaccessible until all of his neural pathways had been properly re-established.

It was a safeguard for his most basic functioning, and he could not explain how his system had managed to add her existence to that protection command function without his conscious knowledge of it.

He did not have the capabilities to control the command function manually.

It was a thought that disturbed him to a considerable degree.

His systems weren't designed for this. He wasn't supposed to feel emotion. Yet somehow his neural net had made her priority system – not Starfleet regulations, not his considerable knowledge base on understanding human behaviour, not even Geordi.

His thoughts drifted back to Tasha's earlier comment that his holodeck experience had been a dream.

Data reasoned that if it were possible for his system to rewrite his most critical protective function, perhaps it was also possible that it could somehow simulate the human experience of dreaming.

"Tasha thinks it was a dream," Data confessed.

"Is that possible?" Geordi asked in awe. "Who am I kidding? We still don't know what's causing these feelings you've been experiencing."

"Geordi, I must confide in you that I am uncomfortable experiencing changes in my body that I cannot control," Data disclosed.

"Android puberty?" Geordi said with a shrug.

"That is highly unlikely," Data replied seriously.

Data looked at Geordi curiously.

"C'mon, Data," Geordi said as he slapped him on the back. "We've got a date with a holodeck."


While the guys were in their fishing programme, Beverly, Deanna, Worf, and Tasha were headed off to the gym for a workout together. Deanna and Beverly had wanted to do something to take Tasha's mind off the last twenty-four hours. Worf had approached them the night before with an idea. Knowing how much she enjoyed physical activity, he had suggested a workout.

"You are exceptionally stiff today," Worf commented in response to Tasha's wincing as he helped her stretch her hamstring.

For months he'd been trying to get her to work on her flexibility. In addition to improving her physical condition, he thought it would also help to alleviate some of her tension. Tasha was a fine athlete, and certainly more fit than most of the other security personnel, but Worf knew she wasn't as flexible as she could be.

A true warrior knows that flexibility is the key to stability. He was fond of telling her.

Beverly and Deanna grinned at one another. They knew Tasha wasn't particularly comfortable discussing intimate details, but they couldn't help themselves.

"I'm sensing you're very relaxed. Must have been some workout last night," Deanna commented.

"If the corridor was any indication, then I'm sure it was a very intense session," Beverly snickered.

You have no idea. Tasha smirked to herself.

"And it would appear you did not stretch after your workout. Tasha, how many times must I remind you that you need to include proper-" Worf started to say but Tasha cut him off with a look.

"That's not what they're going on about. Look, ok- yes. What happened in the corridor…" Tasha trailed off for a moment.

It had felt good.

"I don't know what came over me," Tasha said after a beat. "It was unprofessional."

"You felt wonderful. Relieved," Deanna replied. "It's love. It's not rational."

"Who needs rational when your toes curl up?" Beverly said with a wicked grin.

Worf looked from the Doctor back to Tasha and tried to suppress a grin.

"Increased flexibility training would improve your-" Worf said quietly to Tasha.

"WORF!" she replied in a shouting whisper.


Over on the holodeck, things were not going well. The guys had been enjoying a quiet afternoon on the boat when it had suddenly disappeared – sending them straight into the holographic ocean.

Shortly thereafter, the entire ocean had disappeared, and the holodeck began cycling through various programmes.

Captain Picard tried his combadge but there was still no response.

Commander Riker called for the arch.

Nothing appeared.

They made another attempt to end the programme, but there was no change.

"Theorise, Data," Captain Picard requested.

Data nodded in acknowledgement and tried to work through any possible scenarios that could have caused this.

"We're booked on the holodeck until 15:00. That means we've still got nearly three hours before anyone notices we're missing," Miles explained.

The programme continued to cycle – the home stadium of the London Kings, the fictional Pemberley, a French bistro, and Murmansk, a city located above the arctic circle that happened to be one of Worf's holodeck programmes.

"The time between cycles appears to be increasing," Data shouted above the wind and blinding snow. "It is possible the computer is attempting to stop the cycle."

"Well let's hope it doesn't end here!" Riker commented.

It was bad enough being in these conditions without proper cold weather gear.

To top it off, they were all soaking wet. The drastic drop in temperature was unbearable.


"Thank you," Tasha said as she threw a cooling towel around her neck. "This was exactly what I needed."

Deanna and Beverly had been content with yoga and a walk around the track. Tasha and Worf had hit the weight bench and she was feeling every bit of it in her muscles.

She was drenched in sweat and tired, but it was a wonderful feeling.

"Well, I definitely need a shower," Tasha said as she stood up and made to leave.

"Oh no you don't," Beverly said.

"There are shower facilities here," Deanna said.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes," Tasha replied, stating the obvious.

She had an uneasy feeling that there was more to come. Tasha did not like surprises.

Worf reached into his bag and tossed her a fluffy white dressing gown. He handed one to Deanna and Beverly as well before taking one for himself.

"I will meet you in there," Worf said before heading for the changing room facilities.

"No, no, no," Tasha said as she waved her finger at the Doctor and Counsellor.

She knew exactly what they had planned now.

Although the Enterprise boasted a full-service spa, Tasha had never indulged in its services. She was not fond of other people touching her and the idea of someone touching her skin made her nervous.

"I know you're uncomfortable with the idea of a massage," Deanna explained. "Which is why I've ensured you won't have to be touched by anyone."

Tasha's brow furrowed.

"They have these wonderfully relaxing sonic massages," Deanna went on. "No one will lay a hand on you."

"Really?" Tasha asked.

"Really," Beverly assured her.


"How long was the last cycle?" Captain Picard shouted to Data.

He knew it hadn't been long, but every second in the frozen air was intolerable.

For a few brief horrible minutes, they huddled together as the snow pummelled them.

Thankfully, the computer did cycle again.

Wesley shook the snow out of his hair as they glanced around.

Geordi rubbed his hands on his arms to get the blood flowing and Miles shuddered.

"I know this," Riker said. "It's familiar somehow."

Riker snapped his fingers together.

"That's it! This is the Cardinal Heist!" Riker exclaimed.

Captain Picard turned to Commander Riker for an explanation.

"It's a book I read as a teenager," Riker said. "This group of misfits is hired to steal the Cardinal. It's a rare red diamond. Mid-20th century. Shootouts, disguises, and double-crosses."

"I remember that book!" Miles said enthusiastically. "That was a real page-turner. And they made it into a play. I saw it performed on Starbase forty-six with Graham Winters starring as the Wheelman."

As Riker and Miles reminisced about the book, Captain Picard tried his combadge again.

There was still no response from the Bridge.

"At the very least, it appears the computer has stopped cycling through programmes. I can only theorise that whatever caused the initial issue, the computer has managed to stabilise holodeck functionality for the time being," Data stated.

"A surge from a temporal anomaly could cause that kind of error," Geordi added. "And emergency holodeck safety protocols would attempt to have the holodeck correct itself."

"But why are our communicators down? And why can't we exit?" Captain Picard asked.

"Unknown, but if the Enterprise has encountered some kind of anomaly, it may have affected ship-wide communications," Data stated.

"Well then," Captain Picard replied as he rubbed his hands together. "I suppose we'll need to sit tight."

At the very least it was warm and safe.

"Captain, I think I may have an idea what's happening here," Geordi said ominously.

He explained to the Captain and the others that he agreed to allow Lieutenant Reg Barclay a chance to run some maintenance sweeps on holodecks three and four. Clearly, something had gone wrong during the sweep. It was possible a corrupted file or a power surge during the sweep was causing the issue.

"The sweep included cleaning out old holodeck training recordings we don't use any longer. Our old, previously recorded trainings for the crew could be overwriting the holodeck characters with our visuals," Geordi explained.

"It is possible the programme may disengage on its own if we complete the storyline," Data suggested.

"It's worth a try," Geordi shrugged.

"How does it end?" Captain Picard asked, turning to Miles and Commander Riker.

"This is the start of the book, you see," Riker explained. "Those three guys were hired to steal the Cardinal diamond, but they failed. That's when the Black Fox hires a group known as the Mavericks."

Wesley looked back at Commander Riker, confused.

Riker explained that the Mavericks were a group that had all sorts of skills – they operated outside of the law like mercenaries. They weren't bad guys, but they weren't exactly on the same side as the good guys either.

"And the Black Fox was this master thief dead set on getting that diamond," Miles explained.

They two men looked at each other.

"Well, they steal the diamond," Riker replied nonchalantly.

"But we can't very well walk in there and just take it," Miles said. "That's why it's a heist."


Tasha had to admit that Deanna and Beverly were absolutely right about the massage. The sonic massage had done wonders for her sore muscles. In a way, she felt a similar release of endorphins like when she went for a good, long run.

It wasn't uncommon for Data to rub her shoulders after a long day, but she couldn't recall ever having felt so wonderful.

A part of her was sad when it ended but she was ready to get back to her quarters and take a nap.

"Don't fall asleep on us!" Beverly said next door.

Tasha got up reluctantly and grabbed a towel off the hook. She secured by tucking it under her arm and signalled to the Doctor it was safe to enter.

"How are you feeling?" Beverly asked.

Tasha smiled lazily.

Suddenly, Doctor Crusher's eyes grew wide with horror.

"Tasha," she said darkly, "Tasha, what happened with the Edo?"

"Nothing," Tasha said, confused.

Doctor Crusher stepped forward.

"May I?" she asked as her hand hovered inches above Tasha's collarbone.

Tasha looked down. Her mouth formed a small 'oh' as she realised what Beverly was concerned about.

"Um, I'm fine. Really," Tasha insisted. "It's nothing."

"This doesn't look like nothing," Beverly replied.

Tasha really didn't want to discuss this with Beverly. Her reunion with Data had been a bit of a surprise for both of them – they had been caught up in the moment and overwhelmed with emotion.

In short, it had been intense.

Bit of an understatement. She thought to herself as she looked down at the bites and bruises that marked her chest and shoulders.

Internally, she cursed her pale skin because it didn't matter how carefully Data calculated a safe amount of pressure to apply – it would always show.

As embarrassing as the situation was, she also didn't want the doctor to have a false impression about what happened when the Edo had come for Wesley.

"Beverly, these aren't from the Edo," Tasha said slowly.

"Oh," Beverly said absentmindedly as she inspected one of the marks.

She stopped and stood up straight to look right at Tasha.

"Oh!" Beverly repeated, changing the inflection to indicate that she understood.

The doctor's face broke out into a big smile.

"Look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. We're not usually-" Tasha began to explain.

"No judgement from me. I'm glad you had a good evening," Beverly grinned wickedly. "I'm sure the massage helped. How do you feel?"

"Really good. Thank you for forcing me outside of my comfort zone. This was worth it," Tasha admitted.

"I'm glad to hear that!" Beverly said warmly before handing Tasha a regulation bathing costume. "Trust me to push you outside of your comfort zone one more time today."

Beverly looked at her pleadingly.

"Your skin will thank you," Beverly advised. "We'll be next door when you're ready."

Beverly stepped out and Tasha grudgingly decided to trust the Doctor for a second time.

As soon as Tasha slipped into the steamy hydrotherapy tub to join Deanna, Beverly, and Worf she was quite grateful for Beverly's nudge.

"I didn't really take you for the kind to enjoy this type of thing Worf," Tasha said as she sunk down into the water.

"True warriors recognise the importance of self-care," Worf replied stoically. "Feels nice."

Deanna grinned.

"Worf and I enjoy the mineral soak at least once a month," Deanna explained. "It truly will help you to relax."

Tasha closed her eyes and rested her head back against the cool tile. She let her arms float in the water as she let the heat and steam work away the tension from the Edo situation. It did feel good, and it reminded her of the hot springs at the lodge on the Edo planet. Despite the horrible end to their trip, she did have a wonderful time with Data.

She wouldn't mind bringing him here.

As she reflected on the trip, a weight settled in her chest.

"Tasha, what's wrong?" Deanna asked, as she could sense the feelings radiating off of Tasha.

"Alright, Circle of Secrecy," Beverly said as she waved her hands to indicate they were inside a space where they could speak freely.

Tasha wasn't sure where to start.

"If you are embarrassed about your nga'chuq qid know that Klingons view them as the sign of a successful relationship," Worf said.

She may not have been able to put a finger on her emotions at the moment, but she knew enough Klingon to understand that 'nga'chuq qid' roughly translated to 'sex wound.'

Tasha opened her eyes and looked directly at Beverly.

"I didn't say a word," Beverly said as she held her hands up.

"You didn't have to," Worf replied, eyeing the bruises.


"But how?" Geordi asked again.

Their heist plan had hit a snag.

Not only had the programme cycled through some of the training programmes – it had incorporated some of the training files into the programme.

Namely, two of the characters had been replaced by holographic representations of a number of characters. They had met a holographic Geordi La Forge. The owner of the diamond had been swapped with Doctor Crusher's likeness.

And there was an INTERPOL agent that had taken on Tasha's image.

"It's simple," Riker said as they continued down the sidewalk on the holodeck.

While Captain Picard distracted the character that had taken on the image of Doctor Crusher, Miles and Commander Riker would sneak in and get the room key from behind the desk.

Data and Geordi would use that to break into her room and get the key to the vault where the diamond was hidden.

"What do I do?" Wesley asked.

"You're the lookout," Riker told him.


"Room 1215," Miles whispered as he slipped the key across the desk to Geordi.

Data and Geordi made their way over the obsolete lift and stepped inside. Geordi punched the button to take them up to the twelfth floor.

"I gotta admit, this isn't what I had planned but I kind of like it," Geordi said with a laugh.

"It is an intriguing programme," Data said in agreement.

There was a small 'ding' indicating that they had reached their destination. The doors slid open, and the two men stepped off into the corridor of rooms.

It didn't take them long to find room 1215.

"Go," Geordi instructed as he glanced up and down the corridor. "I'll keep watch."

Data used the key to open the heavy door. Stepping inside, he left the light off. Commander Riker had suggested the key was likely in the desk, so he decided to start his search there.

Data began to carefully look through the drawers on the desk but did not find a key.

Scanning the space, he spotted a vanity in the bedroom area.

He stepped over to it and opened the top drawer.

There inside was a small silver key. Data picked it up and felt something touch the back of his head at the base of his neck.

"Don't move," a familiar voice said as she cocked a gun.

Data froze.

"Now, set the key down and put your hands up," she instructed.

Data set the key on the top of the desk and raised his hands to show he was willing to comply.

"Good. Now turn around. Slowly. Step out into the main room and take a seat. Keep your hands where I can see them," she ordered as she removed the gun from the back of his head.

Data carefully turned around to see the holographic character that had taken on Tasha's appearance.

It was evident from his earlier observation that she was some kind of law enforcement. She grabbed the key and put it in her pocket.

Data made no sudden moves and walked slowly into the main area of the hotel room. He gently lowered himself onto the sofa and sank back into the cushions.

"May I ask a question?" he said quietly.

She kept her gun trained at him as she cocked her head to the side and eyed him carefully.

"No," she replied sternly after a moment.

She reached into her jacket and retrieved a badge.

"Agent Barbara Fleming, INTERPOL," she said as she flashed her ID to him. "And spare me your story. I already know you're working for the Black Fox."

Data opened his mouth to reply but decided against it.

"INTERPOL's been after the Black Fox for years," she explained. "The Stradivarius violin, the Saliera, the Renoir."

She trailed off for a moment.

Although she was a holographic projection, she had every one of Tasha's facial micro expressions.

"And I'm going to let you get away with this one too," she told him as she stepped closer.


Data sat mesmorised as he listened to the holographic representation of Tasha explain the plan to him. He had no inkling that the other crew were desperately trying to reach him.

They wanted to warn Data that Captain Picard's plan to stall the keyholder had gone better than expected – the guest had asked him back to her room.

They needed to get Data out of there and fast.

"You see we need it to look like the heist was successful. You'll deliver the diamond in a case that contains a radio transmitter. It will lead straight to the Black Fox once and for all," she smiled.

She placed her gun back in its holster and pulled the key from her jacket. She slipped it into the breast pocket on his suit.

"I can't pull my forces back. That would raise too many questions. You'll need to be inconspicuous," she said.

Her face fell a bit and her lips turned to a small frown.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked as she ran her fingers across cheek.

It took Data 0.04 seconds to formulate a response.

Falling back on an excuse Captain Picard had used before, Data blurted out 'South America.'

"Sure. That's why you're white as a sheet huh?" she said cynically.

"I am sorry if my appearance disturbs you," he replied.

He was accustomed to his unique appearance causing questions.

"I didn't say it disturbed me," she said as she sat down on his lap and traced his lower lip with her thumb.

Data took a shaky breath as she reached up stroke his hair.

She still had a gun in her hand and the safety parameters were off. While it was unlikely Data would be seriously injured, there were a number of sensitive places that could damage his system.

"Would you mind pointing your weapon somewhere else?" Data asked softly.

To his surprise, she smiled.

"Only if you agree to keep pointing this at me," she replied as she rocked against him.

Data's breath hitched. He hadn't meant to engage his sexuality programme. Nonetheless, there was a rather prominent portion of his anatomy pressed against her.

Commander Riker hadn't warned him about this part of the story. He knew that it was important to play along so that they could finish the story and get out of there.

While a part of Data felt uncomfortable being on the receiving end of this holographic woman's affections, he didn't want to jeopardise their chance of escape.

Data froze when she pressed her lips against his.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked as she sat back.

"No," Data lied.

She smiled and eyed him up and down.

"You are a world-renowned safecracker, Mr Steelshot," she purred.

"So I have been told," Data replied awkwardly.

This was one fictional story that Data had no knowledge of. He was at the mercy of the sparse details that Commander Riker and Chief O'Brien had been able to recall.

"I wasn't expecting you to be so shy," she said as she walked her fingers up his chest.

Data knew that she was only a hologram. But she was a hologram based off of Tasha – one created specifically for the training programmes she had designed.

That meant she had the same arms. The same legs that he was pinned underneath. The same arse that Data was trying to keep his hands of off.

And the same predatory gleam in her eyes that made it hard for him to say no.

"What do you want from me?" Data said in an uncharacteristically small voice.


Geordi was starting to get nervous. Data had their only radio and he had been in there for far too long.

There had to be something wrong.

Geordi took a nervous glance up and down the corridor and shook his arms to relax.

He opened the door and stepped into the room.

"Data, what's taking so long?" he asked as he stepped in.

Geordi stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

Data was lip locked with a hologram and Geordi had a feeling this didn't bode well for their heist. Geordi was momentarily shaken as he watched Data's hands snake around the hologram to cup her backside.

It wasn't just the physical sensation or his sense of duty that had finally caused Data to relent. As he had discovered last night, physical sensation was helping to stimulate his neural pathway recovery.

The more her hands roamed, the more memories he could unlock.

And the pencil skirt was a nice bonus.

"Tasha," Data breathed.

"Barbara," the hologram corrected as she nibbled at his neck.

Geordi cleared his throat loudly and looked down to the floor.

"Don't move," she said as she got up and turned her gun on Geordi.

Geordi put his hands up.

"Data, come in," Riker's voice said from across the radio.

"Answer him," she ordered.

"Yes, Commander," Data replied.

"It's about time. You need to get out of there. Cavendish and the Captain are on their way up," Riker explained.

"We gotta go," Geordi said urgently.

The three of them stepped into the corridor. She still had her gun out as she turned it on Data, and he backed into the wall.

"You know what you're supposed to do," she said in a low voice to him. "Bring it to the roof."

"Yes, Agent Fleming," Data replied cautiously.

She smirked at him. She cocked her head to the side and blinked a few more times than was necessary.

"Thanks, pretty boy," she winked.


Back outside in front of the hotel, the men sat around the fountain across the street.

"Commander, I've obtained the key to the vault, but I must ask what you know of the Agent Fleming character?" Data inquired.

Riker threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm sorry Data, I forgot all about that," Riker said as he put his leg up on the concrete bench.

"Ooooohhh!" Miles said as realisation hit him. "That's the bird that's with INTERPOL."

"Anybody care to explain what's going on?" Captain Picard asked.

"I think it's better if we just skip over that part," Geordi said, covering for Data.

He could only imagine how embarrassed Data was.

Commander Riker explained that there was an INTERPOL agent that was a part of the plot and that they would have to go along with her plan in order to finish the story. According to Riker, she teams up with the Mavericks to steal the diamond.

"She instructed me to bring the diamond to the roof," Data explained.

"Then I guess that's our next move," Picard stated.

"She warned me that the heist would need to look legitimate," Data advised. "We will encounter resistance if we are caught."

Miles laughed and put his hands on his hips.

"I think we do encounter resistance," Miles said with a dark laugh.

Riker nodded in agreement.

Thinking back, he tried to concentrate on how the heist ended. He recalled that they stole the diamond, but he felt there was something he was missing. He knew there was a double-cross somewhere, but he couldn't remember the details.

"There's a double-cross," Riker said vaguely.

"Aye," Miles agreed. "After we steal the diamond. I think we switch it with a fake."


"So, I asked if he'd be willing to step into the role, but he said he's not much of an actor," Beverly explained.

"What about you, Worf?" Tasha prodded. "How did you put it? Humans fail to adequately capture the powerfully tragic realism of Tennessee Williams?"

Worf shifted, uncomfortable in his seat.

Deanna bit back a smile.

"I would love to get you into one of our productions, Worf!" Beverly said excitedly.

Worf shot Tasha a glare. She replied with a cheeky smile as she took a sip of her whisky.

They had finished their trip to the Enterprise spa and decided to stop into the Ten Forward for a wee bevy sesh before calling it a day.

Beverly was filling in the group on her latest upcoming production.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tasha spotted Keiko Ishikawa step into the lounge. She looked around, scanning the room.

It was obvious she was concerned.

Tasha waved to Keiko.

"Everything alright?" Tasha asked as Keiko approached the table.

"I was supposed to meet Miles at 16:00. He was going to help me move some things around at the arboretum. He didn't show," she said worriedly. "He wasn't in his quarters or Main Engineering. He's not answering his combadge either."

Tasha looked at the watch on her hand. It was 16:21.

"I thought maybe they stopped in here after the holodeck, but it doesn't look like it," Keiko explained.

Deanna and Beverly exchanged a glance.

"Perhaps they decided to stay longer," Worf suggested.

"No, Wesley had a project he wanted to get to," Beverly said. "I don't think he'd skip out on that."

"I'll head down the holodeck," Worf offered.

"And we'll come with you," Beverly said as she stood up.

As Tasha made her way out of Ten Forward and into the corridor, she tried to hail Data, Geordi, and the Captain.

There was no response.


Reg Barclay was nervous enough around just one of the senior officers, so when Lieutenant Worf, Doctor Crusher, and Counsellor Troi approached him outside of the holodeck he nearly lost his cookies.

"Lieutenant, what has happened?" Worf asked sternly as he eyed the open control panel.

"I-uh-well there was sort of-um," Reg swallowed hard as he fumbled the sonic driver in his hand.

"Something's wrong," Deanna said as she could sense that Reg was feeling distraught.

Reg nodded nervously.

"I was working to scrub some of the unused holodeck programmes as part of the routine maintenance sweep, but it would appear they've failed to erase. Instead, they've overwritten the programme currently in use on this holodeck," Reg explained.

He'd first realised the problem an hour earlier and had been working to try and find a solution since.

"So, we don't know what's happening in there?" Deanna asked.

"Correct," Reg explained.

Since communication was down and the arch was not functioning, there was no way to know what had occurred inside the holodeck space.

"There has to be some other way inside," Keiko insisted.

She knew they were going fishing and she had concerns. Miles was known for getting hurt on his holodeck adventures.

"Does this mean the safety protocols are offline?" Beverly asked, concerned.

Reg nodded.

"They could need help," Worf said.

Unfortunately, Deanna could not sense anything coming from the holodeck.

Suddenly, realisation hit Reg - there may be a way to get them out of there.

After sharing the update with the other officers, they headed out to Main Engineering.

"Tasha, meet us in Main Engineering. There's a problem with the holodeck. We're going to beam in to check on the team," Deanna explained. "It will take about thirty minutes to set up the site-to-site transport."


It didn't take Data long to find the vault and gain access. Once inside, he was quickly able to locate the safe deposit box that held the diamond. Using the key he obtained from Miss Cavendish's room, he opened the box and removed the diamond.

Pulling the fake diamond from his pocket, he placed it into his breast pocket and put the real diamond into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket.

He left the briefcase empty and activated the radio transmitter.

"Be advised, holodeck safety protocols are not functioning," Commander Riker warned over their antique radios.

Data could hear gunfire in the background.

"YOU SHOT ME!" Data could hear Miles yell in the background.


"There's too much interference," Reg said as he examined the readings coming from the console. "I'm only going to be able to beam one of you in there."

Worf, Beverly, and Tasha had been on stand-by ready to beam onto the holodeck and provide assistance. If the safety protocols were offline, they could be in a dangerous position. There could be injured crew too.

"Give me your medical kit," Tasha said as she held out her hand to Doctor Crusher.

Beverly handed over the kit and nodded.

It made sense. Tasha was the logical choice as she was the security officer and had basic field medical training.

"Try to get them to finish whatever storyline they are in. That may trigger an end to the programme," Reg advised. "Otherwise, it could take another hour or so to get the arch override in place. Transporter will be ready in about three minutes."


Once they were clear of the door, Data and Geordi ran into a plethora of security guards. He guided Geordi to the door and locked it behind them to buy some time.

"What about Commander Riker and Chief O'Brien?" Geordi asked as Data broke the door to ensure it couldn't open.

"We will have to hope they have escaped," Data replied. "I believe the story has almost concluded."

They walked up the staircase to the roof access.

Once they opened the door they saw Captain Picard, Commander Riker, and Miles kneeling on the ground. Their hands were cuffed behind them, and Miles's sleeve was soaked in blood.

"Drop it," the holographic Tasha ordered.

Data set the gun down on the roof's surface.

She instructed Geordi to kneel with the others and gave Wesley a pair of handcuffs.

Geordi got down on his knees as Wesley cuffed his hands.

"Sorry about this, Sir," Wesley said quietly.

"No worries, Wes," Geordi assured him.

As soon as that was done, she indicated for Wesley to get down too and ordered Data to detain him.

Once that was complete, she motioned for Data to get back by the access door.

"Put the case on the ground," she commanded.

Data set the briefcase down in front of him and took a step back against the door.

The holographic Tasha pushed the suitcase out of his reach with her foot before cuffing him to a service pipe that fed into the building.

"Thank you for all your help," she said as she put the gun back into its holster.

She stepped over to the edge of the roof and opened a large black case to remove a grappling gun. Taking aim, she shot the hook into the building across the street and then secured her line on this side.

"Cunning," Data stated.

She turned back to him and shot him a look.

"You are the Black Fox are you not?" he inquired.

Wesley's mouth fell open in astonishment.

Riker wanted to laugh. He'd completely forgotten that was the big double-cross in the story. However, the bleeding crewman next to him was his focus.

"You've got the diamond," Riker called out. "We won't tell anyone."

But it appeared that this Agent Fleming was not interested in the heist any longer.

"How did you know?" she asked as she stepped over to Data.

"Barbara Fleming. Black Fox," Data stated. "Perhaps a more discreet identity would be a wise procedure for the future?"

She threw her head back and laughed.

Reaching down, she grabbed the briefcase and stepped back to the ledge.

"Thanks for all your help, Mavericks!" she said with a small wave.

She was about to depart when she stopped suddenly and whipped around to look at Data again.

Her brow furrowed for a moment.

She opened the case and saw it was empty.

Data's head fell as if he had been caught.

She sauntered back over to him.

"Very clever," she said as she reached into the pockets at the side of his jacket.

She reached into his breast pocket next and pulled out the fake diamond.

"Very clever, indeed," she repeated as she brought a finger to his lips. "But not clever enough."

Pocketing the fake diamond, she turned to step away.

"Computer, end programme," Riker commanded, hoping they had fulfilled the storyline.

Nothing happened.

The hologram of Agent Fleming turned back to Data.

"Too clever," she said as she looked him up and down.

Data cocked his head to the side as if he did not understand.

She took a step forward and kissed him.

Data was shocked but unable to do anything. She pressed her hands to his chest, and it became evident she was looking for something.

The familiar, shimmering sound of re-materialisation sounded, and the real Lieutenant Yar appeared in front of the group.

"Well, you don't see that every day," Geordi commented.

"Chief!" she said as she stepped forward to examine his arm.

"It's nothing," he assured her.

"Where's Data?" she asked as she looked up and down the line.

There was a momentary pause.

"Um," Riker said as he cleared his throat and moved his head to indicate Data was behind her.

She turned to see Data pressed against the wall by a handsy holographic version of herself.

After a moment, the hologram stopped. She dangled the real diamond in front of his face with a big smile.

"Couldn't have done it without you," she told him.

Data's peripheral vision picked up on the presence of another human.

He turned to see Tasha – the real Tasha – standing a few feet away.

She blinked in surprise.

The hologram's hand on his face forced his head back to look at her.

"Thank you," she said.

She started to move in for another kiss.

"Computer end programme," Data ordered abruptly.

To everyone's relief, the computer programme ceased immediately, and their holographic handcuffs disappeared.

Geordi and Commander Riker helped Miles to his feet.

Data looked down at his hands and gripped his free wrist before turning back to Tasha.

"Oh, don't let me disturb you," Tasha teased.


Data and Tasha strolled leisurely back to his quarters. They stepped onto the turbolift.

"You know you looked pretty good in a tux," she told him as she nudged her elbow into his side.

Data looked down at her.

"Tasha, I was not aware the holodeck was going to reroute training programme files of personnel likeness into a holonovel file," Data said. "I seem to be experiencing embarrassment."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she assured him. "You don't have any reason to feel embarrassed."

A beat passed.

"Besides, holographic me also seems to have good taste," she said with a grin.

"Computer halt," Data ordered, and the lift slowed to a stop.

He turned to look at her.

"I will admit the mystery nature of the programme was thrilling. It has left me wondering what other potential programmes like it exist," Data explained.

She could tell he was excited about the prospect of it and Tasha's thoughts drifted back to the Sherlock Holmes programme Geordi and Worf were helping her to develop for Data.

"And although it was a hologram, I enjoyed your presence in the story," Data confessed.

Tasha quirked her eyebrow at him.

"Perhaps you would be willing to accompany me on a holonovel experience at a future time?" Data asked eagerly.

"I think that sounds wonderful," Tasha smiled.

"Despite being caused by a malfunction, I did have fun today," Data confessed.

"That's good," Tasha replied.

Data ordered the lift to resume.

"However, it was no substitute for the real thing," Data said as he gripped her hand.


Later that evening, Data was reading from his tablet. He was trying to familiarise himself with some of his literary favourites to help speed along his recovery.

Rather than replicating food, Tasha had stopped off at Ten Forward to pick them up something special.

"Sorry, bit of a queue," Tasha said as she came back in.

Guinan's Risian sushi nights had become an instant hit.

And her Brazilian Coxihna nights.

Even Captain Picard made the jaunt down to Ten Forward for her Tarte Flambée nights every other Tuesday.

Tasha flopped down next to Data on the sofa and handed him one of the takeaway boxes.

"Thank you," Data said.

"You're welcome," Tasha replied with a smile.

It never ceased to amaze Data that she did these things for him. While it may have seemed small, to Data it was a significant gesture.

As Guinan's specialised meal nights weren't made from a replicator or from Starfleet-provided rations, they carried a cost. She sourced real ingredients from all over the galaxy. Guinan accepted Federation credits, latinum, Klingon darseks, and Andorian vouchers.

Tasha didn't have to spend her Federation Credits on Data – especially given that his consumption of food was strictly for enjoyment rather than nutritional requirements.

But she wanted to.

And that made him feel special.

"What?" Tasha asked, stopping halfway through a mouthful of rice and eel.

Data didn't say anything.

Tasha swallowed hard. She dropped her box and grabbed a napkin.

"Sorry," she apologised.

She felt more than a little embarrassed for cramming her cheeks full of food.

"For what?" Data asked.

Tasha covered her mouth and laughed.

"This is so good," Tasha said. "Sorry for stuffing my face."

She dropped her head and laughed nervously.

"I know I shouldn't shovel food in like that I just-" Tasha said.

"You have no need to apologise," Data assured her as he slipped two fingers under her chin, turning her back toward him.

Data picked up one of the rolls and fed it to her.

"Besides, I think you are cute when you look like a Tamias striatus," Data commented.

Tasha cocked her head to the side as she chewed, silently asking for an explanation.

"A chipmunk," Data said with a small smile before he gave a quick peck on the cheek.


Two days later, Data's neural pathways had fully restored themselves. Curiously, Data had also now experienced a second dream.

It was a most thrilling prospect and one that he hoped to continue to explore.

He had been back on the holodeck in the same programme of The Cardinal Heist.

And he had been back on that sofa.

With her.

"Mmm, everything alright?" Tasha asked.

She pressed a kiss between his shoulders and snaked her hands around his torso.

It was late. Data had been in the lab with Geordi, and Tasha had been on the holodeck sparring with Worf.

They hadn't gotten much of a chance to spend time with one another that day. So, the two of them had opted to take a shower together before bed.

"I've been meaning to ask you, sounded like it was some dream this morning," Tasha teased.

Data froze.

She hadn't meant to make him feel bad.

"I'm sorry. I was just curious," Tasha assured him. "You don't have to share."

She was genuinely interested.

Whatever kind of dream he'd been having, it must have been something good. He'd been making sweet, soft little noises in his sleep.

A part of Data was hesitant to discuss the content of his dream.

It wasn't a thought that had ever crossed his mind – but after his encounter on the holodeck, Data had discovered he had a newfound kink.

"Whoever Barbara was, she sounded wonderful," Tasha whispered as he let her hand trail down his abdomen.

Data's breath hitched as her hand closed around his cock.

Tasha grinned against his bioplast as she felt him melt in her hands.

"I feel I must confess something," Data said.

After all, what would be the harm? Data thought.

Tasha wouldn't judge him.

Data stopped her hand and turned around under the water to face her.

"Barbara is the name of the holographic character that was, well, that you witnessed," Data began to explain.

The corner of Tasha's lip curved upward as Data explained his newfound fascination.

"She was not aggressive, but she was most certainly in control of the situation," Data explained.

He glanced down at the floor of the shower.

"It was an unusual experience," Data said.

He lifted his eyes and met Tasha's gaze.

"And arousing," Data confessed.

Tasha cupped his face.

"And you liked it," Tasha said.

Data nodded.

"It was stimulating to give up control like that," Data went on. "To someone else. Someone I knew I could trust."

Someone he knew wouldn't abuse that trust.

When they got out of the shower, Tasha grabbed a large towel.

To Data's delight, she dried off his limbs. She towelled off his arms one by one and then his back and chest.

Tasha dropped down and rubbed his legs dry, grinning up at him and making Data pause.

"Come to bed with me," Tasha said softly.


Data sat on the edge of the bed as Tasha combed his wet hair back. He closed his eyes and let himself relax as she massaged his shoulders and pressed a series of slow, tender kisses along his back and neck.

Despite having just combed his hair, Tasha let her hand travel up the back of his scalp as her fingers intertwined with his wet hair.

She gently tugged, forcing his head to fall back as she nipped at the artificial pulse point of his neck.

A small noise of pleasure escaped from his lips as she began to stroke his cock.

Data shivered with anticipation at the thought of what was to come.

Her breath was warm on his neck, her breasts felt soft pressed against his back, and her touch was just the right amount of friction.

Data melted into her touch.

"You're so beautiful," Tasha whispered.

Data keened as she gently scratched the back of his head.

"Relax," Tasha purred in his ear. "I've got you."

He began to shut down his extraneous processes, slowing his mind and focusing all of his attention on the physical sensation of being together.

Data surrendered himself to her touch and the tenor of her voice.

He felt safe.

He felt adored.

Data had willingly handed over control to Tasha. She'd taken to it with aplomb. She didn't degrade him. There was nothing aggressive.

Data was certain that she could have asked him anything in that moment and he would have gladly done it.

Tasha continued to stroke his cock at an easy pace. She brushed her thumb over the head and grinned when he shuddered.

Data made to turn around but was stopped by her voice.

"Don't move," Tasha said.

It was a request – not a command.

And Data was keen to obey.

"Yes," Data agreed.

He whimpered as she squeezed him a little harder.

"What about you?" Data asked.

"This is for you, Data," Tasha assured him.

With her free hand, she caressed the musculature of his bare chest.

It was a little out of her element, but Tasha wanted to please him. And the way he had reacted to a bit of positive reinforcement made her skin sizzle.

"Do you know how loved you are?" Tasha asked.

Her voice was smooth and velvety. It sent a surge through Data's system.

To Tasha's amusement, he was rocking his hips up to meet her hand. He was so desperate for her touch that he didn't even realise he was doing it.

Data was making the same soft, sweet noises he had whispered in his sleep – little whimpers of pleasure, heavy breathing, and an occasional low moan from deep in his chest.

"Do you like this?" Tasha asked. "Does it feel good, darling?"

"Yes," Data replied breathlessly.

"You're such a good boy," Tasha cooed.

It was a risk, but she gambled that it was the kind of thing he wanted to hear.

"Tasha, Tasha I should-" Data stuttered.

"Shhh," Tasha whispered. "Just let me play with your big, beautiful cock."

She bit back a grin as she felt it twitch in her hand.

"You know I can't stop thinking about it," Tasha went on. "About you."

Tasha's hand closed around his throat.

"Can you be a good boy and come for me?" Tasha asked.

She gripped his stiff cock harder and increased the pace. Tasha nuzzled her head against his neck.

Tasha hadn't expected to enjoy this kind of thing as much as she had. But the prospect of Data falling to bits under her ministrations made her tingle.

"Come for me, Data," Tasha encouraged.

The artificial muscles in his thighs tensed. Tasha held him firmly as his hips bucked. Data spilled himself, shooting a warm load of biofluid out of the tip of his cock.

"Mmmmm," Tasha keened as she gently stroked him through his orgasm.

When her hand stilled, Data brought one of his hands up to cover the one that was on his chest.

Data brought it to his lips.

"Thank you," he panted.

Tasha snuggled against him, offering wordless reassurance.

They stayed like that for a moment before Data reached for the towel next to them on the bed. He cleaned Tasha's hand and then himself.

Then Data turned around to look at her. He was leaning on the edge of the bed with an eager look in his eyes.

"May I pleasure you?" Data asked.

"You don't have to do that," Tasha assured him. "This was for you."

Data was giving her his best puppy dog eyes – even though Tasha knew that wasn't his intention.

Given the look of excitement in his face, Tasha was a little gun shy given their last encounter.

"Another night, alright?" Tasha suggested.

"Is it because of the other night?" Data inquired as he traced his fingers over one of the bruises on her thigh.

Tasha bit her lip.

"A little," Tasha answered honestly.

"I understand," Data replied.

He didn't want to pressure her into anything.

"May we do this again? In the future?" Data asked.

"Of course," Tasha promised as she stroked his hair.

"May I request something else?" Data questioned.

"Data, I think we're at the point where we can be honest about our needs and wants," Tasha replied.

There was a spark in Data's eyes. It was exactly what he needed to hear to give him the courage to share what was on his mind.

"I would very much like for you to," he paused.

If androids could blush, Data would be.

"I would like you sit on my face and…and say those kinds of things to me," Data said shyly.

When she didn't initially respond, Data was worried he had offended her.

"I did not mean to-" Data began to say.

Tasha silenced him with a kiss.

She wasn't offended – surprised, but certainly not put off by the idea.

Tasha had rarely been with anyone so keen on the idea of her pleasure. Data seemed to get off on it.

She certainly wasn't complaining.

But she never wanted him to feel obligated to do so.

"You really want that?" Tasha asked to confirm.

"Yes," Data replied honestly.

Tasha reached out and cupped his face. She stroked her thumb across his cheek.

"Get on the bed," she ordered.

Data's face lit up.

He laid back on the bed and eager waited. Tasha climbed up him, positing her legs on either side of his head.

Tasha could feel his artificial breathing programme was elevated as his chest rose and fell underneath of her.

Data reached up and caressed her back.

"Please let me taste you," Data pleaded.

He didn't have a biological need to salivate – but he was at the thought of her dripping cunt against his lips.

Tasha leaned forward and lined herself up. She rested her hands on the wall behind her.

She made a small noise of pleasure as his tongue swiped over the length of her wet slit.

It felt incredible, even if it was a position that took Tasha some time to feel comfortable in. She had to remind herself that she wasn't going to suffocate him.

But as Data's tongue continued to lave over her clit, Tasha relaxed on top of him.

Data had one hand resting on her lower back, the other on the curve of her backside.

"Please talk to me," Data urged, pausing just for a moment before diving back in between her thighs.

Tasha groaned.

She let her head fall back as Data's lips closed around her clitoris. He sucked on the organ, making her quiver.

"Such a good boy," Tasha keened.

She let go of the wall and twisted her fingers in his hair.

Tasha twisted her body and glanced back. She smiled when she saw that he was hard again.

"Touch yourself," Tasha said.

Data paused.

"Touch yourself," Tasha repeated.

She gripped his hair a little tighter.

Data reached down and began to stroke himself.

All of a sudden, Tasha slipped off of him.

"Are you alright?" Data asked, concerned.

"I just want to watch you," Tasha explained.

The thought that he was hard again because of her made her whole body hot.

She turned around and swung her leg back over him.

"Don't stop touching yourself," Tasha insisted. "Play with your cock for me. Please."

Data didn't need telling twice.

He reached down and grabbed his own cock, pulling himself along toward another orgasm as Tasha watched with hungry eyes.

"You feel so incredible," Tasha said. "So talented."

Data pressed his tongue against her harder, licking at a speed that bordered on vibration.

Tasha leaned forward. She rested her head against his abdomen as she ground her cunt against his face.

As she rocked her hips against his chin, Data came again.

He froze, realising that at the angle they were positioned in, he had just sprayed Tasha with his biofluid.

"Don't stop," she ordered. "Please don't stop."

Tasha's hands reached up and held onto the top of his thighs as she rode his face.

Data let his hands wander up and over her backside as he gingerly pinched and played with one of his favourite portions of her anatomy.

All of sudden, her body spasmed. Tasha jerked upright and a small, strangled cry escaped from her throat as she came.

Data's hands snaked around and cupped her breasts, holding her against his face.

"Data," Tasha whimpered.

He slowed the pace of his tongue, lapping at her gently as he gave her breasts a squeeze.

"Data," she repeated.

He stopped and lifted her off of him.

In a flash, Data had Tasha on her back.

"Baby, I can't-" Tasha protested weakly.

Data kissed between her thighs, up over her abdomen, and in between her breasts. Data then rested his chin there and stared up at Tasha.

He reached for the towel and wiped off her face.

"Sorry," Data apologised.

"Don't be," Tasha assured him.

She didn't mind. In fact, it had felt kind of hot.

"You're so sweet," Tasha said softly as she reached down to pet his hair.

Data turned his head and laid down on top of her. They stayed like that for a while in silence. Data closed his eyes and let himself unwind as Tasha traced shapes on his back, scratched his head, and gently raked her nails over his shoulders.

"We should probably go to bed," Data suggested.

Reluctantly, they pulled apart.

"No, no," Tasha said.

Her arm shot out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could get out of bed and throw on pyjamas.

"Come here," Tasha said.

She felt there was something wonderful about going to bed wrapped in nothing but one another and the afterglow of sex.

Data climbed in under the covers next to her.

"Turn around," Tasha encouraged in the same soft, seductive tone she had used earlier.

Data was eager to comply.

Tasha wrapped her arms around him. She threw her knee up on his hip and spooned up tight against him.

"Tasha?" Data asked in a quiet voice.

"Mmm?" she prompted.

"It feels nice to be the little spoon," Data confessed.

Tasha kissed his bare shoulder and inhaled deeply.

"I meant what I said earlier," Tasha told him. "That wasn't just a line."

"What was not?" Data asked.

"Do you know how loved you are?" Tasha asked.