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More dreaming
“Look at you,” Data had returned to his dream. They were walking out of the kitchen. She stopped him, moonlight was pouring through the window. This is amazing. She traced the curves of his back with her hands.
“What is amazing?”
“You. The way light reflects off of you. You remind me of a piece of pyrite
glittering in the sun.
“Pyrite, is that not fools gold.”
“Yes.”
“Why fools gold?”
“Because you sure fooled me.” She giggled.
Her touch set him on fire. He caught his breath as she caressed his Gluteus Maximus muscles, gently squeezing him into frenzy. He spun around unwrapping her top.
“Never need to hide these from me.” He trailed kisses all over her.
“Wouldn’t it take the fun out of it if they were in your face all the time?”
“May I have the opportunity to find out?” She gasped, losing her balance. He caught her with his knee. “I never get tired.”
“That is one way to find out what you can remember,” she hissed. He guided her to the floor exploring her exposed frame with his tireless mouth. “I didn’t,” she screamed, smacking the floor with the palm of her hand. “Think you knew what you were doing?”
“I learn fast.” He repositioned her. She moaned with delight. “We can do this until I remember.”
“What makes you think I don’t require rest?” She dug her nails into his back.
“Trying to bring blood are you?” He bit her neck.
“When I do, you will be the second one to know.” She screamed again, lying motionless on the floor.
“You feel like a limp noodle.”
“All thanks to you. The key is going to be if you remember any of this in the morning.” She panted.
“If I do not, may we do it again? I like it.” He scooped her up, smiling.
She mustard a giggle, “what if you do remember this?”
“I still want to do it again.” He carried her off to the bedroom. Just before they made it to the bed she slid out of his arms violently pushing him onto the bed.
“Where did that come from?”
She growled, biting his lower lip, “call it my second wind.” She put a knee on each side of his waist, “have you ever wondered what being a horse feels like?”
“Call me Trigger.”
“Gettie up horsy or I’m going to shoot you and put you out of your misery.”
“Oh,” he gasped.
“Next time I am going to get me a pair of spurs and a whip. Yippee Kie Yah!” The rhythmic bouncing of her breasts was hypnotizing him. His eyes rolled back in his head. “I love being a horse.” He hissed before he passed out.
She started laughing, “I never need rest.” She teasingly mocked, laying down next to him.
He rolled over putting has arm around her. “Hi ho Silver, away.”
“Oh, you are rotten.”
“I know. But you love me anyway.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“I like feeling loved.”
“There is more to it than just the physical aspects.”
“I understand that. I will take the good with the bad, my love.” He started sobbing. All he could feel right now was sorrow. “Help me.”
The chimes to his quarters went off as he watched the stars fly by. “Come.”
Captain Picard entered, “How is our patient doing?” Picard asked.
“She is doing better. I am impressed with her progress.
“How are you doing?”
“I have no words to describe how I feel.”
“Would you like to try?”
Data offered Picard a chair, they both sat down. “I keep remembering what we had. Every time it is a different memory. I am sure Dr. Soong had a good reason for what he did. I theorize if he had not hid those memories, the villagers would have wiped them clean when the Crystal Entity came. But I feel,” he put his hand over his heart, “I feel empty, angry, hurt, every time I look at her I want to break down into tears. This hurts.
Picard leaned forward in his chair, “Data, I don’t have any great words of wisdom to tell you. I can tell you what we are always told is that it will get better with time. In your case, I think that might be true.”
“I know she is going to get well. It is a matter of time. I cannot help but feel,” he paused wanting to use the right word, “regret over so much.”
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