A/N: This is AU. It's smut. If that's no' your cuppa tea, then read something else.

This is a little scene snuck between chapters. It does not directly correspond to any particular chapter in The Complication.

This chapter is a bit of a role reversal for Data and Tasha compared to the last few. But I got the idea for this and couldn't resist penning it.

Thank you for your patience as I work to get caught up with this story.


Second Officer's Log. Stardate 41632.3. The Enterprise is en route to a routine science mission to study the development of a critically endangered species of Asteracaea native to the Tarod system. I am nearing completion of my two-hundred and fiftieth shift in Command of the Enterprise on Night Watch shift.

I have now successfully logged more hours in the 'Big Chair' than any other crew member aboard. Any other crew member, that is, save for Captain Picard.

With each passing shift, I am more confident in my ability to command. While I have never previously sought command, I can now see the appeal. Perhaps, one day, I may even have my own command.

Whenever I conclude my shift on Night Watch on the Bridge, I believe that my mind undergoes an experience that can best be described as a renewed sense of confidence. For it is after these shifts that I feel most assured of capabilities as an officer and, as Tasha would say, ready to tackle anything.


The door to the Ready Room slid open and Captain Picard stepped onto the Bridge.

"Good morning, sir," Data said.

He vacated the Commander Chair and stood to give the Captain his report.

"Science team three reported a level two contaminate spill at 03:41 hours. It has been contained and clean-up is in progress," Data advised. "The requestions from Engineering have arrived and are waiting for your approval."

"Thank you, Mr Data," Jean-Luc nodded.

"There is also the matter of the maintenance cycle," Data said.

"Right," Jean-Luc said.

With a short nod, Data assumed his seat at the Operations console.

The turbolift doors opened and Data turned to greet Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi as they took up their positions on the Bridge.

He turned back to the console and punched in his command code to access the device.

A moment later, the turbolift door slid open again and Data turned in his seat.

The disadvantage of his Night Watch schedule was that Data had to miss his mornings with Tasha. Night Watch began at 23:00 hours.

They would often spend the evening together and Data would slip out just as she was going to sleep.

There was always a small sense of loss waking up in an empty bed.

But they made up for it with their break. It was only twenty minutes, but it gave Data and Tasha a chance to grab a Raktajino together in the canteen while he shared how his shift went.

Tasha stepped onto the Bridge and smiled at Data.

He froze.

Tasha bit her lip.

She had expected some sort of response.

Without a word, Data quickly turned his attention back to the Operations console.

Confused, Tasha frowned. She walked slowly up the ramp and took up her customary spot at the Tactical Console.

She really wanted to ask Data if something was wrong. But it would be inappropriate for them to have a personal conversation.

And it would be at least two hours before their morning break.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tasha felt she was being watched.

She glanced over at Worf.

Tasha shrugged as if to say 'what?'

Worf looked her up and down and then quirked an eyebrow at her.

"What?" Tasha mouthed.

"Laundry day?" Worf asked in a low voice. "Or was your garment replicator not working?"

Tasha crossed her arms and squared her shoulders.

"It's just…different," Worf said with a smirk.

In all their time serving together, Worf had only ever seen Tasha wear a skant once. And it had come about after her garment reprocessor had malfunctioned.

Worf's line of sight fell on Data and the Operations console. He glanced back at Tasha and chuckled.

Her face flushed and Worf knew he'd sussed out the real reason behind the sudden wardrobe change.

"Best hope we don't have to rush off to any Security situations," Worf said. "Hopefully, it will be a quiet day."

Tasha's expression soured.

"Just because I'm in a skirt-" she paused.

Tasha stopped herself before going into a rant.

"I can do my job," she asserted in a heated whisper.

"Of that I have no doubt," Worf assured her.

He leaned in close so their conversation would not be overheard.

"But you and I both know this job often means getting tossed around or thrown down a Jefferies tube," Worf replied.

"Believe it or not, those same things can happen regardless of what you're wearing," Tasha replied slowly as if she were explaining it to a child.

"But it's a little different going arse over tits in a skant," Worf said quietly.

Tasha fought the urge to roll her eyes. She should have expected such a reaction from Worf. He was her best friend – but he could be surprisingly modest at times when it came to attire.

But ever since their inception, the skant uniform had come with short, uniform-issued briefs that protected the wearer from any embarrassing mishaps.

Though in Worf's opinion, any visible flesh beyond the hands and face was a tad too much for his taste. And a garment that exposed the arms and legs exactly fit the description of 'too cheeky.'

Normally, Tasha was inclined to agree with him on that fact.

She was comfortable in her jumpsuit. The long sleeves covered the scars on her arms and provided a little additional mental security.

And while Tasha wasn't ready to make a full wardrobe change, she was feeling a new rush of confidence ever since their experience on Starbase 118.

She hadn't stopped thinking about Data's reaction to the garment designed by Garak.

A skant was hardly the same thing. It offered considerably more coverage at the top and at least six more inches round the back.

While Data and Tasha had always agreed to keep their personal relationship separate from their professional duty – today was an exception.

Tasha had thought long and hard about such a choice. Data had confessed to having a certain fixation with one particular portion of her anatomy.

And while she wasn't in the business of offering him a peepshow while on duty, Tasha had reasoned that a skant was an acceptable preview.

A promise of things to come.

They were en route to a routine science mission in a stable part of space. There were training drills scheduled. And, in a worst-case scenario, Tasha knew she could still do her job in a skant.

In fact, Lieutenant M'Raia swore by them. She was a Caitian and one of Tasha's best Security officers.

Though Tasha suspected that in M'Raia's case the preference for the skant had more to do with her tail.

And though Tasha remained sceptical, she did enjoy that there were certain advantages. She'd come straight from the shower. Normally, it was stifling the first hour as her body adjusted to the change from the hot water.

But there was no risk of overheating in a skant.

And there were other advantages.

It offered Data a favourable view whenever he had to turn around. As often as he spoke to Captain Picard, he'd be staring straight at her legs most of the day.

She could flash him a bit more thigh during their morning briefing and it would be perfectly innocent.

And if today happened to coincide with the maintenance inspection for the reserve torpedo bay then it was all the better.

Tasha would have to remember to thank Worf for agreeing to switch with her on that.

Today was a special day – Data's two-hundred and fiftieth shift in command on Night Watch. While it may not have been big news to anyone else, Tasha wanted to commemorate the moment.

Worf scowled as he eyed Tasha's knees.

"If we get stuck crawling through a Jefferies tube later, I'm going in first," Worf grumbled.

"You can like it or lump it. For your information, I'm wearing-" Tasha began to explain.

"Wearing what?" Riker asked eagerly as he poked his head in between the two.

Tasha and Worf jumped apart. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't even noticed Riker as he left his seat to join them on the back of the Bridge.

He raised his eyebrows and looked to Tasha expectantly for an answer.

Tasha's mouth went dry.

Riker glanced over at Data and then turned back to Tasha. He had a knowing smile and there was a wicked gleam of pride in his eyes.

"T," Riker said.

Tasha made a face.

"Observation lounge," Picard ordered.


The team assembled in the Observation Lounge for their morning briefing. It was a routine part of any day and offered each department the opportunity to touch base.

Sometimes these briefings were highly important. But this wasn't a time of crisis – they were simply travelling on their way to the next mission.

After Commander Riker ran through his routine First Officer's report, Data have his own update. Geordi provided the team with a standard Engineering report, Beverly gave an overview of the Medical team, and Tasha briefed the team on the latest Security updates.

Once she was complete, Captain Picard turned the floor back over to Geordi so he could walk through the routine inspection schedule of the reserve torpedo bays.

Tasha was sitting next to Data near the back of the table.

She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, briefly flashing her thigh at Data.

But he kept his eyes focused on the presentation straight ahead.

He didn't so much as glance in her direction when she cleared her throat.

At the end of the briefing, Tasha caught Data's arm.

"Commander, I'd like to run through the inspection schedule," Tasha said.

Technically, it was work.

"Then we can discuss it on our break," Data replied.


Tasha took a slow sip of her Raktajino. She had both hands wrapped around the mug as she studied Data from across the table.

"Is there a problem with the inspection schedule?" Data inquired.

"No," Tasha replied.

"Is someone out today for illness or injury?" Data asked.

"No," Tasha answered slowly.

Data frowned.

"Then what is the purpose of discussing the inspection schedule?" Data inquired. "Surely you requested such a review for a reason."

Tasha set her mug down on the table and shifted in her seat.

"I just thought it might be a good idea to go over the plan again," Tasha replied.

She couldn't very well admit she had been hoping for a few moments alone.

"I was kind of hoping we wouldn't be doing this on break," Tasha confessed.

"Well, in that case you may rest assured that I reviewed the schedule twice during my shift on Night Watch and have found no oversights," Data said.

"Oh," Tasha replied.

She bit her lip, unsure of what to say next.

"Do you, uh, want to talk about your shift then?" Tasha asked.

"There were no anomalies," Data replied.

He did not elaborate.

And it was unusual for Data to be so succinct.

"Is everything okay?" Tasha asked.

Ever since they had sat down in the canteen for the typical Raktajino, Data had seemed distant. He had avoided eye contact with Tasha. When he did look in her direction, he was careful. He never looked any lower than eye level.

"I am fine," Data assured her.

All of a sudden, Data cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, would you look at the time," he said, feigning surprise. "I must be off."

Tasha's hand shot out and caught Data's arm.

"Data?" she asked.

"I am late to, uh, speak with Geordi," Data said.

He left without another word.

Tasha was left alone and confused at the table in the canteen. She was concerned. Data didn't typically act like that unless there was something occupying a significant portion of his neural net.

She was worried something had occurred on Night Watch – not anything official, but something.

Offhand comments and microaggressions were common.

It was entirely possible someone had made a remark that had sent his neural net into a spiral. Data spent considerable time analysing his own behaviour and mannerisms, his speech patterns, and his facial expressions.

Data could spend hours trying to understand how to better fit in.

It broke Tasha's heart whenever Data got like that.

Anytime Data got like that then Tasha was quick to offer reassurance, remind him that he was a person. And physical intimacy was always the best option – a kiss and a cuddle, a bubble bath, an afternoon in bed.

Unfortunately, it was the middle of the workday and apparently he was overdue for a meeting with Geordi.

Tasha downed her Raktajino and resigned herself that a chat with Data would have to wait until later.

She returned her mug to the replicator and made for the door.

"Whoa, sorry," Geordi said.

They had nearly run smack into one another.

"Geordi?" Tasha asked.

"Everything alright?" Geordi asked. "You look spooked."

"Did Data catch you? He said he was late for a meeting," Tasha asked.

Geordi looked surprised.

"That's news to me," Geordi replied.

"I must have misheard him," Tasha said.

She flashed Geordi a smile and headed off to return to the Bridge.


For the rest of the shift, Data kept himself occupied with his work.

Too occupied.

He kept his attention fixated on his Operations console. Mentally, he ran through his shift from the night before, the schedule for the rest of the day, the events calendar, and the list of birthdays.

When that failed, Data moved on to reciting the periodic table, Federation member planets and their capitals, and eventually the digits of Pi.

Anything to avoid looking back at the Tactical station.

At 14:00 hours, Captain Picard dismissed the team members that were participating in the maintenance inspection.

"Would you prefer to start in subsection 18J or subsection 21B?" Data inquired.

"You will have to ask Lieutenant Yar," Worf replied. "We switched."

Data's face fell.

He watched in disbelief as Worf boarded the lift with Commander Riker.

A part of Data was relieved that Tasha would be joining him rather than Riker. At the same time, he was none too keen on the idea of crawling through a Jefferies tube together.

"Ready?" Tasha asked.

"You switched with Lieutenant Worf," Data said.

Tasha's heart sank as she heard the disappointment in Data's voice.

"Um, is that a problem?" Tasha asked.

"No," Data replied quickly.


They rode in silence on the lift down to reserve torpedo bay. When they stepped off, Data was slow to exit.

"Hey," Tasha said. "I can get someone else to do this if you're feeling-"

She trailed off and shrugged.

"I am fine," Data assured her.

"You know I switched because I thought it would be nice to spend some time together," Tasha explained.

Data swallowed hard.

"I hope that's alright?" Tasha asked, sensing his discomfort.

"I will grab the equipment," Data said.

He stepped aside quickly and began rummaging through the storage locker that housed the scanning equipment.

It was the third time that day that Data couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with Tasha.

Tasha chewed on her thumb as she watched Data.

Everything about his behaviour was off. He couldn't even look at her.

Tasha glanced down at her attire.

Her shoulders slumped. Her plan to make today special for Data had failed spectacularly.

"Where do you want to start?" Tasha asked.

"I will take the port section," Data said. "You will take the other side."

Tasha was gobsmacked.

"Y-you want to split up?" Tasha questioned.

"It will be more efficient," Data said.

His voice was almost cold.

Tasha reached out to take hold of his hand. They were alone in the corridor and Data was clearly upset. Tasha figured it was safe to allow themselves this small break in protocol.

"I thought we could go together," Tasha said.

"Splitting up will be more efficient, Lieutenant," Data replied.

As Data walked away, Tasha let her head fall back against the wall.

She felt completely out of place. The confidence she had felt that morning when slipping on the skant had evaporated.

Data was obviously dealing with something.

Now Tasha felt like her decision to wear something for his benefit was only making matters worse. If Data was undergoing some kind of personal crisis, her attire was horribly inappropriate.

Great going. She told herself.


By the time Data reached the access point for his section of the inspection, he was a wreck. His hands were shaking, and his artificial coolant programme was in overdrive.

Data squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to slow his processing.

Why? He kept asking himself.

Data was thrilled that Tasha felt comfortable enough to wear a skant on the Bridge. She had spent so many years learning to love herself and her body.

The fact she had chosen to step outside of her routine uniform and wear something so feminine wasn't just an act of confidence – it was a sign of safety.

Tasha had grown up learning to repress anything and everything feminine about herself. On Turkana, it was a matter of survival.

But Tasha felt safe on the Enterprise – safe enough to wear something that made her feel feminine and beautiful.

And Data desperately wanted to support that.

For that reason, he was doing everything he could not to draw attention to the garment.

Because she looked lovely. She had been so self-assured when she stepped onto the Bridge and Data found that to be incredibly desirable.

He took a slow breath and counted to four as he inhaled and exhaled.

It was an effort to repress his sexuality programme from engaging. Data felt horrible thinking about sex at time like this.

But he was having a hard time avoiding that train of thought. The only time Tasha ever allowed herself to be so feminine was when they were alone.

Seeing her now like this was confusing.

She wasn't just wearing a skant. Tasha had worn a matching headband. The back of her hair was teased ever-so-slightly.

She was wearing eye makeup.

She never wore eye makeup.

Data was afraid that if tried to theorise all of the possible reasons behind this sudden change that his neural net would short out.

In an effort to be respectful, Data had avoided any and all physical contact. He didn't even want to look at her for fear that it would come across as leering.

The last thing Data wanted to do was spook Tasha.

He knew sooner or later that he would need to address it with her. Data just wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

Data didn't want her to stop dressing that way if she enjoyed it, but he would need to find a way to cope with the feelings it evoked.

Resolved that the conversation would have to wait, Data clicked on his torch and climbed into the Jefferies tube.


Tasha was twenty metres from the meetup point in the middle when her combadge went off.

"I have already finished my assessment and returned to the checkpoint," Data said.

Tasha grumbled to herself.

Data had already come and gone.

They wouldn't even get to climb back together.

By the time Tasha reached the end of her area, she was in a foul mood. Her knees were red and swollen. She was sweaty from the climb.

And in Tasha's mind, she now had confirmation that Data was avoiding her.

Tasha returned her scanning equipment and slammed the locker shut harder than intended.

"Want to talk about it?" Will Riker said.

"Sorry," Tasha apologised. "I didn't realise anyone else was still down here."

"That's okay," Riker assured her. "You alright?"

Tasha nodded quickly.

"Look, I'm sorry for razzing you earlier," Riker said. "You look great."

"Thanks," Tasha said.

"But?" Riker prompted.

He could always tell when someone was bothered.

"But-" Tasha started to respond.

She paused and sighed.

"It's not important," Tasha said, hoping to dismiss Will's concern.

"T?" Riker asked.

He wasn't backing down from this one. He could see she was upset.

"You ever feel like your 'best of intentions' backfires horribly?" Tasha asked.

Riker chuckled and nodded.

"I know the feeling all too well," Riker shared.

Suddenly, his face broke out in a grin.

"That's what this is," Riker realised as he eyed the skant.

"Let's just say I was hoping to catch someone's attention," Tasha confessed.

"Well," Riker started to say.

"Not your attention," Tasha added.

Riker threw his arm around Tasha's shoulder as they walked back to the lift.

"I want to let you in on a little secret about a young man I once knew named William T. Riker and the first time he ever saw his girlfriend in something other than a uniform," Riker said.

The lift doors opened, and they stepped inside.

Tasha rolled her eyes.

"Look, I appreciate that you want to make me feel better," Tasha said. "But I don't need a pep talk."

"This isn't a pep talk," Riker assured her. "It's a secret."

Tasha eyed him carefully – now she was intrigued.

"When I was a sophomore at the Academy I had been dating this gorgeous Elasian," Riker shared. "And about four months into the relationship we went on a trip together."

Riker was blushing.

"And we went camping up near Muir beach and she came out of the tent in this white bikini, and I bolted," Riker said.

He laughed and shook his head.

"I picked up our gear and practically ran to the beach," Riker recalled. "I just left her standing there. As soon as I hit the beach I jumped in the water and swam out."

Tasha blinked in confusion. She didn't quite understand the point of his story.

"When she caught up to me, I made up an excuse about swimming laps in the water to practise for the Academy triathlon," Riker said.

In truth, he'd been horribly embarrassed about the raging stiffie in his shorts that he'd done the only thing he could to put it out of his mind – cold water.

"Will Riker wasn't always this suave machismo bear," Riker confessed. "I was so afraid of her."

"Of her?" Tasha asked.

Riker nodded.

"She was so cool and confident. And I was this bumbling dork. I didn't want to mess things up," Riker said. "I was terrified of saying the wrong thing or making a fool of myself."

"Okay," Tasha said slowly.

She still wasn't following.

"I think there's a certain android we both care about that's probably experiencing that for the first time," Riker said.

"Oh," Tasha breathed.

She blinked a few times as she considered this theory.

"Oh," Tasha repeated as her eyes went wide.

Riker nodded, grinning like an idiot.

"But Data-" Tasha started to protest.

"Trust me, T," Riker said. "If he's avoiding you, it's not because he's angry."

Tasha glanced down at herself and scowled.

"No, no," she said.

Riker slipped his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Trust me," Riker repeated. "We're pretty simple T. And while Data may be the smartest brain in the universe, I think he's still wired like the rest of us."

Riker could see that had caught her attention.

"It would be the same effect if you wore a skant or a potato sack," Riker said. "He's just excited that it's you."

Tasha bit her lip, she felt uncharacteristically shy.

"You strode onto that Bridge this morning with this effortless confidence," Riker went on. "And it was sexy."

Tasha could feel her cheeks growing warm.

"Look, Data might just need a little encouragement," Riker said. "He may need you to tell him what to do."


At 16:38, Data was already overdue to finish his shift.

But the inspection had turned up more issues than expected and Engineering was going to have its hands full for the next week working on repairs.

Data was on his way back to the library with a box of isolinear chips that held schematics. He and Geordi had been combing through them to pinpoint the locations for the primary repairs.

He pressed the button for the lift. It opened and Data froze.

"Hey," Tasha said.

Data didn't move.

"Here, let me help you with that," Tasha said.

She took the box from his hands before he could stop her.

"Come on," Tasha said, motioning with her head for Data to step on.

Failing to think of an excuse, Data stepped on and joined Tasha on the lift.

As soon as the doors closed, Tasha hissed as if she were in pain.

She reached back and fidgeted with the edge of her skirt.

"Tasha?" Data asked.

"There's something on the back of my leg," Tasha said. "Could you, uh?"

She looked back behind her and then up at Data, wordlessly pleading for assistance.

Data hesitated.

"Please?" Tasha asked.

Without looking, Data reached for the back of her leg just above her knee.

"Higher," Tasha instructed.

Data moved his hand up a few centimetres and stopped.

There was nothing there save for the soft skin under his fingertips.

"Higher," Tasha repeated.

Data's hand barely moved.

"Data, please," Tasha insisted.

Reluctantly, he slowly ran his hand up the back of her thigh until it was under the hem of Tasha's skant.

"I do not believe-" Data protested.

"Higher," Tasha said.

Data's hand was trembling. Tasha watched with satisfaction. Data's pupils were blown as his hand reached the curve of her backside.

"Higher," Tasha said again.

Only this time it wasn't a request – it was a command.

And she had said in the same breathy tenor that she used in the bedroom.

"Tasha, there is nothing here," Data said.

He'd run his hand straight up the back of her leg all the way to the curve of her arse – the very same exposed curve of her arse.

When Data said there was nothing there, he factually meant 'nothing.'

"You are not wearing-" Data protested.

"Yes I am," Tasha insisted innocently.

She dropped her voice.

"Higher."

Data gasped as he ran his hand up over her arse cheek. Tasha hadn't been lying. There was something there.

Data's fingers ghosted across the hem of a pair of knickers that were lacey and quite literally cheeky.

"These are not regulation," Data remarked.

"Then I suppose you're going to order me to take them off," Tasha replied coolly.

Data was temporarily speechless.

He quickly retracted his hand as if he had been burned.

"Right away then, sir?" Tasha asked.

Before Data could respond, the lift doors opened to reveal Ensign Bowles.

"Are you currently on duty, Ensign?" Data inquired.

"Uh, yes," Bowles replied. "Yes, sir."

Data pulled the box out of Tasha's arms and unceremoniously deposited it in Ensign Bowles's arms.

"You will take this to the library," Data ordered.


Without another word, Data closed the door on the lift.

Tasha glanced over at Data, but he kept his eyes focused on the door.

After a few moments of agonising silence, it opened on the deck that housed Data's quarters.

Data took hold of Tasha's arm and escorted her down the corridor.

As soon as they were inside, Data closed the door and set a level one security lock.

For the first time all day, Data's eyes travelled down past her shoulders and over the length of her body.

Tasha watched Data's reaction. There was something dark and dangerous about the way he was looking at her.

Is he angry? Tasha thought with alarm.

"Why?" Data asked.

Tasha shrugged as she circled her foot on the carpet.

"I'm sorry," Tasha said softly.

Data didn't respond, he was still fixated on the hem of her skant.

"I guess I just wanted to catch your eye," Tasha said. "Pretty stupid of me, eh?"

"You wore this because you wanted me to notice you?" Data asked.

It was important for him to clarify that.

"I thought you might like it," Tasha confessed. "You know, made me feel sexy."

Data's eyes roamed from the hem of her skant and up over her hip.

"Look, I'm sorry. The move on the lift was way out of line," Tasha apologised.

Tasha took a step forward and tentatively reached for Data's face.

"I just can tell your bothered by something and-"

She gasped as Data gripped her wrist. In one swift move, Data scooped Tasha up.

A second later, her face was pressed against the wall.

Data's breath was hot against her ear.

He closed his eyes and relished in the feel of finally, finally being able to snake his hands up her skant.

"You wore this for me?" Data asked.

"Yes," Tasha responded.

"Why?" Data demanded.

"Because I wanted to trigger a response," Tasha shared.

Data rocked against her body, demonstrating how hard he was.

"It would seem your plan was a success," Data whispered. "And?"

Tasha didn't understand.

"And?" Data repeated.

He squeezed her backside in a particularly forceful manner to get his point across.

"And I guess, I-I felt good," Tasha confessed.

Data tightened his grip, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her taut arse.

"Ah," Tasha said.

She got the point. Data wasn't satisfied with that answer.

"And, and sexy," Tasha squeaked.

"Because you are," Data growled as he nuzzled against her neck.

Tasha wanted to melt.

But she could give as good as she got. And knowing Data was so hot and bothered, it was like a surge of energy to her ego.

"So is that an order to take them off?" Tasha asked.

Data's left hand teased at the edge of her knickers. His right hand worked its way up her skant to cup her breast.

Tasha let her head fall back. She keened as Data's long fingers began to toy with her eager clit.

She pressed back against Data in an effort to feel him.

"Is this the response you were hoping for?" Data asked.

"Uh huh," Tasha answered.

She whined when Data's hand left her body.

He didn't even take the time to properly divest himself of his own uniform. Data pushed the waistband of his trousers down just far enough to free his cock.

Data pulled Tasha's knickers aside and rubbed himself against her.

"Mmmm," she keened.

Data's nose swiped against the side of her face as he teased at her entrance.

She was wet. She had been wet ever since their encounter on the lift. Data had been so shy and there was something delicious about knowing she had that kind of power over him.

The smartest, strongest lifeform Tasha had ever known and there he was – hands trembling, voice shaky, completely beholden to her every whim.

Though Tasha couldn't say much about her own position.

She was pressed tight against the wall, trapped by Data's body, dangling on the thick cock between her thighs.

"Data," Tasha pleaded.

He was nibbling at her neck and rolling his hips against her.

"Don't tease," Tasha said.

"You teased me all day. Turnabout is fair play, is it not?" Data replied.

Tasha whimpered and tried grind her hips back against him.

Data suddenly hoisted up the hem of her skant and gripped her hips.

"Oh," Tasha gasped as he slipped inside.

Data set a steady rhythm as his hips smacked against her body.

Fast. Upskirt. From behind.

Data had not been expecting to end his day this way, but it was a perfect way to mark his two-hundred and fiftieth shift on Night Watch.

"Tasha," Data said.

His voice was ragged.

"You...you cannot wear this...while we...ah...while we are on duty...ah...together," Data said.

He pulled Tasha close and held her tight against him as he plunged himself into her tight cunt.

Tasha barely registered they were moving until Data bent her over the surface of his workstation.

He planted his right hand on the desktop for stability and continued to drive into Tasha.

The top of her thighs hit the edge of the workstation.

Data was grunting now. It was a reminder that he was just as natural, just as driven by desire as the rest of them.

Data leaned in close and kissed the spot behind her ear.

"Come for me," he urged.

He was so close and desperately wanted to be sure she was satisfied.

"Data," Tasha panted.

Her chest felt tight.

It was both comforting and suffocating being held so tight underneath him.

All too soon, Data lost his rhythm. His hips jerked as he spilled himself.

Data grabbed Tasha's hand, covering it with his own. He thrust slowly a few more times and then stilled.

"You cannot wear this again when we are on duty," Data whispered. "Please."

Tasha smirked.

Data knew exactly how to take care of that smirk.

He dropped to his knees. Tasha gasped as she felt his tongue swipe along her cunt.

Data's fingers gripped her thighs, holding her in place.

Her legs were trembling and Data knew it was time to use his favourite trick to finish her.

Tasha whimpered.

Data was doing the thing where he made his tongue vibrate.

"Ah, ah," Tasha said.

Every little sound of pleasure that escaped from her lips was like jolt to Data's system. It was electric. Physical intimacy made Data feel connected to humanity in a way that nothing else could provide – especially when Tasha was squirming against his tongue.

It wasn't long before she shook apart.

Data's name fell from her lips when she came.

He nuzzled against her backside and kissed her right cheek. He stood up and gave her a firm spank.

Before Tasha could even react, Data scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.

All traces of the dominating manner in which he had taken her were gone. Where he had been rough a moment earlier, he was now all sweetness and soft touches as he laid her down on the bed.

"You are so lovely," Data said.

He pulled the headband out of her hair and ran his fingers back through it.

Data smiled as he stroked her cheek.

"I know that I asked you not to wear this when we are duty, but should you wish to I will-" Data began to say.

He felt guilty about his request.

Tasha shushed him.

She took hold of his hand and pulled it to her lips.

"You don't have to say anything," Tasha assured him.

"I will support you in whatever you want to wear," Data promised.

"I know," Tasha grinned.

Data pulled her close. He slipped his hands under her skant and pulled it up over her arms. Data tossed it aside. Data then pulled her boots off one by one. He was amused when he saw her regulation shorts fall out of one of her boots. Tasha had slipped them off and tucked them inside before corning Data on the lift earlier.

He kicked off his boots and made short work of stripping off his own uniform.

He then crawled in bed next to Tasha and snuggled up against her.

"But I believe I like you best when you are wearing nothing by my sheets," Data said.

Tasha's face lit up.

"And that smile," Data added.