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Really awake
Data drew a sharp breath as those soft hands slid around his waist. There was the slightest amount of pressure as she laid her head on his back. “Hello there.”
“Hmm, hi.” She snuggled against him. “What do you call this room?”
“It is our arboretum.”
“Do you spend a lot of time in here?”
“More recently than I ever have.”
“I understand why.”
“Tell me because I do not understand. I am drawn to this room all of a sudden.”
“It looks like my suite in the palace.”
“Was I there?”
“Yes, we were there a year.”
“I cannot remember it.”
“It will come back to you.”
“You keep saying that. I keep trying.”
“Don’t push it. Learn as you go.
“It hurts, Sher.”
“How?”
“If I had a heart, it would be heavy. I feel like I want to cry without knowing why.”
“Then cry, work out your feelings.”
He fell to his knees. “You have all of your memories in tact. You know what we had. I cannot share in that rapture. It is tearing me apart inside.” He turned toward her. She sat beside of him. Her hair was growing. It looked like an extremely short haircut now.
“I’m not sure which way to help you. There are so many of ways.”
“What is the best way?”
“To let you remember things in your own time.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“I know. You want to know everything and know it now. Think of your past as a research project. Make every new thing you learn one more piece to the overall puzzle.”
“That is easier said than done.”
“It always is.” She kissed him. He couldn’t breathe. He held her closer. He wouldn’t let the kiss end.
“I do not ever want to lose you again.” His eyes were heavy with tears.
“That, my love, is entirely up to you.”
“What does that mean?” He sniffed.
“There is no hidden meaning to it. No riddles.”
“You know about Tasha?”
“Of course.” She smiled.
“And you are not upset.”
“Should I be?”
Data thought for a moment. “That is up to you.”
“Well then, no, I am not. I am glad you experimented. Plus, you never knew we existed. I would have gotten upset if you had remembered me.”
He caressed her face. She closed her eyes allowing her sense of touch to absorb his fingers. When he kissed her, goose bumps danced across her skin.
“Do you promise I will remember everything?”
“It will take time. Perhaps more time than you are willing to allow but it will all come back to you.” He recaptured her lips. “What are you thinking right now?” She whispered.
“How well I know those soft lips. How delicate your touch is. I am enjoying this feeling I feel.”
“What feeling is that?”
“All of my emotions are alert. Most of all I feel vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable? I never would have imagined that.”
“I feel like anything you want, I will do it. I am completely at your mercy.”
“I like that.” She smiled. He laid his head in her lap.
“I enjoy being with you.”
“As do I.” She stroked his hair. “I feel at peace to be near you. I have a sense of overwhelming love. Why is that?”
“I invoke in you what you want most. With you peace, you have struggled for so long to want to be human that peace with your desires is what you crave. That overwhelming sense of love is two fold.”
“Because we love each other we both feel it?”
“Correct, my Prince.” She continued to play with his hair. “When did you start weighing your hair down with gel?”
“I have always fixed it this way.”
“Have you?”
He smiled, “I assume not.” He released a long sigh. “I could go to sleep with
you doing that.”
“Then go. I have fallen asleep on you before.”
He stared deep into her eyes. In the recesses of her mind, he knew she was weak. He could see it. Outwardly she was trying to be strong. She was doing the bare minimum of what her body would allow her to do. He did fall asleep on her lap: a true genuine sleep.
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