Ficlet: A Private Memorial | ST: TNG | Data/Tasha | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: A Private Memorial
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Pairing: Data/Tasha
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 583
Prompt: For last summer's Porn Battle VIII: Data/Yar, memories
Summary: On the anniversary of her death, Data remembers Tasha in his own way.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Last of the Porn Battle reposts! \O/ Whoohoo!!
Warnings: Distinct lack of euphemisms and contractions, since this is from Data's POV.
A Private Memorial
Every year on the anniversary of the death of Tasha Yar, Data had taken to accessing every memory he had of her, playing them back within the space of two hours while he was not on duty. With his emotion chip switched on, he let himself laugh at particularly humorous moments, let himself grieve at the memories from her last day before her death, and let himself linger on the the events of the day that that intoxicating virus had brought Tasha to his quarters, inebriated and amorous.
It was those private moments he chose to replay at a slower speed, his chest seeming to constrict with a feeling he could only call longing. Watching himself tend to her needs that day, he shut off the additional analysis of his performance with respect to his previous programming in the area of sexual relations, wanting only to experience those moments again, to feel her body curled against his, warm and soft, skin flushed with desire.
He had helped to undress her when she had made her intentions clear, and let her push him down onto a chair, where she had straddled his thighs, pressing close to kiss him thoroughly. Her left hand had moved between them as she rubbed her breasts against his chest, and when she opened his pants to reach inside for his penis, he had let the anatomy fill to an appropriate internal pressure with synthetic fluid normally stored within his abdominal cavity for various purposes.
Tasha's murmur of approval as she had ground her hips against him was... pleasing, he realized now. He had wrapped his hands around her waist then, gently lifting her into the position it was clear she had desired, and she had wasted no time lowering herself onto him, taking his penis into her.
She had been warm and tight, her internal muscles contracting around him, and she had guided his fingers to her clitoris, prompting him to stimulate her there. Feeling for the right bundle of nerves, Data had moved his fingertips against her, causing her to cry out with pleasure as she rocked her hips, sinking lower to take him further into her. At this prompting, he had begun to thrust up into her on his own, applying just enough pressure to make the motion pleasurable for her.
Gasping and whimpering, Tasha had taken his head in her hands then, and pulled his face down toward her breasts. He had licked at one nipple experimentally, circling his tongue around it slowly, applying his teeth to the task as well in what he had understood was 'teasing'.
After another thirty-five point two seconds, Tasha's body had stiffened, her muscles tensing and her vaginal walls contracting around him in a spastic manner. She had cried out again, breathing heavily, her eyes shut tight as she orgasmed, and Data had wrapped his arms around her more securely, letting the synthetic fluid drain from his penis slowly, until it slipped free of her body.
Two minutes and seven point six seconds later, Tasha had moved again, lifting her head from where she had rested it against his shoulder. “I think you need to get undressed now, Data,” she had said quietly, blinking slowly at him.
In the present, Data lie in the bed he had had installed in his quarters for the purpose of dreaming, and proceeded to replay the other five instances of love making that had occurred that night, the feelings of longing and grief and love for Tasha overtaking him.
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Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Pairing: Data/Tasha
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 583
Prompt: For last summer's Porn Battle VIII: Data/Yar, memories
Summary: On the anniversary of her death, Data remembers Tasha in his own way.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Last of the Porn Battle reposts! \O/ Whoohoo!!
Warnings: Distinct lack of euphemisms and contractions, since this is from Data's POV.
A Private Memorial
Every year on the anniversary of the death of Tasha Yar, Data had taken to accessing every memory he had of her, playing them back within the space of two hours while he was not on duty. With his emotion chip switched on, he let himself laugh at particularly humorous moments, let himself grieve at the memories from her last day before her death, and let himself linger on the the events of the day that that intoxicating virus had brought Tasha to his quarters, inebriated and amorous.
It was those private moments he chose to replay at a slower speed, his chest seeming to constrict with a feeling he could only call longing. Watching himself tend to her needs that day, he shut off the additional analysis of his performance with respect to his previous programming in the area of sexual relations, wanting only to experience those moments again, to feel her body curled against his, warm and soft, skin flushed with desire.
He had helped to undress her when she had made her intentions clear, and let her push him down onto a chair, where she had straddled his thighs, pressing close to kiss him thoroughly. Her left hand had moved between them as she rubbed her breasts against his chest, and when she opened his pants to reach inside for his penis, he had let the anatomy fill to an appropriate internal pressure with synthetic fluid normally stored within his abdominal cavity for various purposes.
Tasha's murmur of approval as she had ground her hips against him was... pleasing, he realized now. He had wrapped his hands around her waist then, gently lifting her into the position it was clear she had desired, and she had wasted no time lowering herself onto him, taking his penis into her.
She had been warm and tight, her internal muscles contracting around him, and she had guided his fingers to her clitoris, prompting him to stimulate her there. Feeling for the right bundle of nerves, Data had moved his fingertips against her, causing her to cry out with pleasure as she rocked her hips, sinking lower to take him further into her. At this prompting, he had begun to thrust up into her on his own, applying just enough pressure to make the motion pleasurable for her.
Gasping and whimpering, Tasha had taken his head in her hands then, and pulled his face down toward her breasts. He had licked at one nipple experimentally, circling his tongue around it slowly, applying his teeth to the task as well in what he had understood was 'teasing'.
After another thirty-five point two seconds, Tasha's body had stiffened, her muscles tensing and her vaginal walls contracting around him in a spastic manner. She had cried out again, breathing heavily, her eyes shut tight as she orgasmed, and Data had wrapped his arms around her more securely, letting the synthetic fluid drain from his penis slowly, until it slipped free of her body.
Two minutes and seven point six seconds later, Tasha had moved again, lifting her head from where she had rested it against his shoulder. “I think you need to get undressed now, Data,” she had said quietly, blinking slowly at him.
In the present, Data lie in the bed he had had installed in his quarters for the purpose of dreaming, and proceeded to replay the other five instances of love making that had occurred that night, the feelings of longing and grief and love for Tasha overtaking him.
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