"Where am I? " Deanna Troi's hushed voice broke
through the darkness around her.
She realized she was being held, and by whom, and that calmed her somewhat.
"Shhh, " Will Riker's rich voice answered back in
the darkness. "I found us a place to
sleep; don't worry, I've got you," and he tightened his arms around
her.
"What about Cochrane? " she started, her hands immediately
going to her head as she
tried to sit up.
"Don't worry about him. At least for right
now, we're o.k. Try to get some rest; we'll
have to meet up with the rest of the team soon."
He had to smile at her questioning expression.
"You passed out; after a very impressive
drinking session with the illustrious Mr. Cochrane, I might add."
She relaxed back into his embrace. "My head hurts."
He chuckled, "I would imagine so; you did a pretty
good job keeping up with him,
Deanna."
"Will, " she laid her head on his chest, "I'm sorry.
I was totally unprofessional tonight."
She grimaced as the events of the evening came rushing back to her.
"Hey, you found him didn't you? " he ran his hand
over her hair, feeling her relax under
his touch. "Actually, I'm impressed; you never struck me as the
drinking type."
"I'm not, " she paused, "usually." She let
her hand slide up his chest to the opening of
the loose shirt he wore.
"Deanna, " his hand covered hers as she ran her fingernails
through the dark hair on his
chest, "Get some rest."
"I don't want to rest, " she whispered as she inched
her way even closer, pressing
herself against him.
"Deanna, you're not sober yet, " he felt her lips against his neck.
She giggled, "No, I'm not. But I'm sober enough to know what I want."
"Deanna, " he pulled her hand from where she still
caressed his chest. "This isn't
the right time, " he kissed the top of her head gently.
"It never seems to be the right time for us, Will.
But for right now, this...this is the
right time, " she moved her kisses from his neck to where her hand
had just been.
He closed his eyes; a million reasons why he should
just get up and find some other
place to sleep running through his head: the mission, the Borg, Cochrane,
her current
state of inebriation. But the simple fact that he wanted to be
with her, right then, right
there in the darkness, kept pushing everything else out of his mind.
He brought his hand to her face and gently rubbed
his thumb over her lips. He
tilted her face up and every reason he had for not giving in vanished
in the moonlight
reflected in her eyes.
His mouth closed over hers.
There was a heated urgency as they pulled at each
other's clothing; feeling that if
they hesitated now, they both would be lost. And when their bodies
came together
they both knew, no matter what happened, for right now they had found each other
again.
