Imzadi

INTIMATE THOUGHTS
By Carol Sandford
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As Will walked into the Ten forward lounge, he hesitated as he heard Deanna's seductive chuckle and he inwardly groaned. The last person he wanted to see tonight was Deanna draped across the Klingon, hanging on to his every growl. No, that was not fair, Worf did not deserve that...Hell! Yes, he did.

He saw Deanna's head come up as she realised his presence was near and he deliberately emptied his mind, plastered on a huge fake smile and sauntered past the two of them, acknowledging their presence with a sarcastic nod. Will headed over towards Geordi who was propping up the bar and slapped the smaller man on the back, causing him to slop his beer, which, in turn, earned him a withering look from Guinan,

Will held up his hand in silent apology to her and whispered to his friend, "I'm glad you're here.You made walking in here a whole lot easier.

Geordie quickly glanced behind him and chuckled as his eyes fell on the object of Will's discomfort. "Now THAT is a relationship I never thought I'd see. I wonder what she sees in him?" he quietly murmured.

Will briefly glanced back over to the couple who had resumed their conversation, noticing that Worf was now sitting a little stiffer and he waiting for a confrontation making Will smirk to himself, glad that he had the power to intimidate the man who was even bigger than he was, and that was saying something!

Will turned his head back to Geordie fixing a nonchalant expression upon his face, "God knows. But, if Deanna's happy, I'm happy.'

Geordie looked up with surprise at the tall man. His face looked as though it didn't care, but his eyes were telling him a whole different story. "Hey, Commander, who are you trying to convince, me, or yourself?"

Will looked back towards her again as Geordie's words stung more than he wanted to admit. "Yeah, well," He groused. "She knows where I am if she changes her mind. I can wait."

He took a long swig of the drink that Guinan had silently left him, not realising that Deanna had heard the thought that accompanied his statement within her own head.

She lapsed into quiet and as she drifted off with her thoughts, Worf watched her and knew that Deanna and Will had just silently communicated again. It used to anger him beyond reason, the betrayal he felt was enough on more than one occasion to bring a roar of frustration from him. But now...now he felt different, even envious of them, and more than once he wished he had the ability to communicate with her on a deeper level.

Many times Worf had questioned himself as to whether he could make anything of the relationship. Apart from Deanna being as far removed from a Klingon woman as she possible could be, he had to contend with the past relationship between her and Commander Riker. He knew that they had been intimate and that in itself didn't bother him. In fact it made their own intimacy better. Deanna wasn't shy like a virgin would have been, so she was less inhibited around him and she was learning fast how to satisfy him. She would have probably achieved it by now if she wasn't so petite and feminine!

As Worf walked her back to her quarters Deanna noticed that he seemed distracted. "Worf, are you o.k.?"

They came to a stop and Worf turned to look down at her, "Deanna, your empathy, can it be taught?"

Deanna laughed the strange question, catching her by surprise. "No, I don't think so. I think you can learn to be more sensitive to people, maybe pick up the stronger emotions, that sort of thing. Why?" She asked curiosity.

He took her arm and carried on walking, "It does not matter, I was just curious, that's all"

They reached her door which Deanna opened but stopped, surprised when Worf didn't follow her in. "Aren't you coming in tonight, Worf?"

He shook his head. "No, not until later. I have some things to see to first. You go to bed and I'll be back soon."

before she could question him further, Worf gave her a cursory kiss on the cheek and strode off back the way he came. Deanna watched him go, clearly puzzled, "What's with him tonight?"

She shrugged to herself, dismissing his odd behaviour and went inside and prepared for bed.

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Worf's stride was purposeful as he made his way towards Commander Riker's quarters As he approached his door, Will came around the corner from the other direction and slowed when he saw the big man. Instantly they both felt their antagonism reach it's peak, but suppressed the urge to fly at each other as curiosity got the better of them,

Will growled. "Something I can do for you, Mr. Worf?"

Worf stood his full height and looked Will straight in the eyes. "Commander, I wanted to speak with you about Counselor Troi. May I have a moment of your time, please?"

Will's eyes flew open at the mere mention of her. Intrigued, Worf watched as Will tried to send to her to make sure she was not harmed or in any danger. Will seemed puzzled as he looked back to Worf, once he'd realised that he had indeed come purely to talk to him about her, "What about the Counselor, lieutenant?'

"Precisely that, Sir, what has just happened between you. What you just did. I want you to teach me how to read Deanna's mind.'

Chapter 2

Will punched in his code and entered his quarter. Worf hesitated before he followed him in, unsure if he was supposed to do so. Will ground to a halt in the middle of the room and finally turned to face him. "Are you kidding me, Mr. Worf? Have you got any idea of how strong this link is between us, Worf? We are Imzadi and that is the only reason I am telepathically linked to her. We're as good as joined at the hip. We are one, even if we're no longer a couple, and we will always be linked, whether you like it or not."

Will expected Worf to be furious at his deliberately harsh remarks about his one true love, but other than looking slightly frustrated, Worf didn't react at all and that surprised him.

"I know that, Commander," he said quietly. "I want to be able to do the same...at least enough for her to know how I...feel."

Worf hesitated before continuing, unsure of how much to reveal to him without looking a total fool. "I cannot put into words my true emotions, and sometimes I know that I hurt her without meaning to. Please, sir, please show me and I will be forever in your debt. A Klingons word is honourable, sir. You know that."

They stood in silence for some time as they weighed each other up until eventually Will began to pace around the room, occasionally throwing a look his way as he pondered over the unusual request. Worf's hopes grew as he realised that at least Will was considering it and then suddenly, Will sat down and beckoned to Worf to do the same. Worf perched uneasily on the edge of the sofa and waited with anticipation.

Will looked into his eyes, then he touched the bridge of his nose as he tried to think of a way to help. Hell, he didn't want to, but his thoughts were of Deanna, and as much as he wanted this relationship to end, he knew that it had to run it's own course, just as he also knew that after it had run it's course, Will would be there waiting for her, with his arms wide open.

"O.k..." He started. "You've got to totally empty your mind and then focus your whole body and mind on Deanna."

Worf nodded.

Will continued once he saw that he'd got the Klingons full attention. "And then it's a bit like taking a snapshot of something, kinda printing the image in your head."

Worf nodded again, the furrows on his brow increasing as he struggled to visualise what he had to do.

"And then you send the message to her." He made it sound simple.

Worf paused as he pondered over the information. "I see," He said slowly. "That sounds simple enough."

Will laughed out loud. "Believe me, Worf, it is not 'simple'. You have to be in tune with her all the time, and you have to keep a little corner of your head open to her every minute of the day so that she can send to you. She might be in trouble, or trying to tell you something in secret, or she just might want to say hello. Whatever the reason, you have to be alert enough to acknowledge her."

Worf attempted a half smile, not quite sure of how to take the information, "So...how do we try it out?"

Will smiled. "Well, I seem to be the obvious guinea pig. Are you o.k. with trying it out on me?"

Worf nodded nervously.

Will grinned. He was beginning to enjoy himself, sure that the Klingon wasn't going to succeed. Worf was far too much of a lunkhead to be able to pull it off, but he felt he had to at least try, for Deanna's sake.

"O.k..." he sighed. "Here goes nothing. I'm going to clear my mind and you're going to do the same, and then I want you to think of me. Only me. When the 'snap' happens, say, in your head, that is, say, 'hello, Will'. Got that.?"

Worf nodded again. Both shut their eyes and both began to shut down their minds. Will patiently waited for the message, but nothing happened. Surprise, surprise!

He opened one eye and peeked at Worf, nearly laughing out loud at the expression he wore upon his face, but caught himself in time. He tried once more to hear his message, but eventually he heard Worfs sigh and looked at him.

"I cannot do this." The big man grumbled.

Will half-smiled at him. "Okay, let's try it the other way round. It might be easier to show you that way. Just empty your mind and I'll do the rest."

The both shut their eyes again, and when Will felt Worf's mind relax, he sent, 'Hello, Worf' to him and when he heard Worf's gasp of surprise, Will wasn't sure who was surprised more as he hadn't expected him to receive it.

"I heard you!" Worf gasped with shock. "I heard you in my head, Commander. Do it again, please." He asked with excitement.

Will grinned, shut his eyes and waited for a while for Worf's now over excited mind to clear then sent another message to him. 'Do you love her?'

When he heard Worf's gasp again, he knew that he had heard him and confirmed it by telling him out loud, "Yes, Commander, I do."

Chapter 3

The Captain had called a meeting in the ready room and began rambling on about an expedition that he had just been on and thought his senior officers would appreciate knowing all the finer details of the archaeological dig that had unearthed some particularly fascinating pots.

Worf looked around at his comrades until his eyes settled on Deanna, who was trying to listen intently to her Captain. His eyes wandered on to Data, who needless to say, was totally engrossed with the information and was storing it away in that vast space between his ears as that was his his duty; to learn and absorb every microbe of information he saw and heard, Worf felt sure that some day that the useless conversation would need to be recalled, and Data, having it tucked away in some corner of that fantastic brain of his, word for word, would recall it in an instant.

Worf smirked slyly to himself as his eyes carried on their travel around the table to Will Riker, surprised to find him quietly watching Deanna.

At first he was annoyed with him and then he began to wonder what was going through his head. Worf glanced around the table to make sure nobody was watching him, then closed his eyes, emptied his mind and tried to pick up on Will's thoughts.

Silently, Will watched Deanna across the table, his thoughts automatically going back in time to when they'd been together, and since she had been with Worf, Will had thought more and more about her. He lay awake at night sometimes, illicitly tuning into her mind, only to hear her passionate moans as she made love to the man not sitting six feet away from him,

Will covertly glanced over at Worf and frowned when he saw the Klingon's eyes shut. He initially thought that he'd drifted off to sleep with boredom, but he saw his eyes flicker and it suddenly dawned on him that he was reading either his or Deanna's mind.

Will's sadistic mind kicked in and decided he'd give him a vision he'd rather not see.

Will shut his eyes and cast his mind back to the Jalara jungle and more precisely, Janaran Falls. He was stripping Deanna of her clothes and she him and they both had fell to the soft jungle floor, his body moulding itself in the soft dirt beneath him as Deanna sat on top of him. He sat and watched her in her full naked glory as her creamy skin glistened with the sweat of the jungle heat, her eyes closed as he'd sank himself into her, and in one, slow, agonizing movement,*Imzadi!* screamed through their minds.

Worf jumped up at the same time as Deanna and Will opened eyes that were still suffused with passion as it still surging through his veins, glad that he was still sitting at the table with his lower half tucked underneath to hide his evident desire.

Will looked to both Worf and Deanna, double taking on Deanna when he realised that she had tuned into his erotic thoughts too.

"Aherm...is there a problem here?"

They all looked towards their Captain with silent surprise, no one wanting to reveal what had happened, all knowing that he was going to want an explanation from someone.

Will decided to take the flak for this one, seeing as he had caused it. "Sorry, sir, I accidentally kicked Deanna. Quick reflexes, you know?" he added, grinning at his own humour.

The Captain looked at each of them with uncertainty."I see. Well, this seems as good a time as any to end this discussion, and I believe it is lunch time. Dismissed everyone. Thank you for your time."

As they all walked out of the ready room, Worf growled quietly to Will as he neared enough to whisper without being overheard. "That was a cheap shot, Commander, I didn't find it funny."

Will grinned without an ounce of regret. "Sorry, Mr. Worf, I guess that's what you get for intruding on other peoples private thoughts."

He left him standing as he made his way off the bridge. Deanna had long since parted, her humiliation something that she didn't want to share with either Will or Worf, more than aware that she had gladly joined in with Will's erotic thoughts, but up unto that moment, she hadn't been aware that Worf had witnessed every moment of it.

She was now, though.

Chapter 4

Deanna ungracefully plonked herself down upon her sofa and hid her face in both of her hands, which still trembled with the aftermath of the intimate thoughts.

"What have I done?" She moaned quietly. "What am I doing?"

But deep down inside, something confused her because she felt...violated, but she wasn't sure why. It was bad enough that Will still managed to make her react to him that way, but she couldn't comprehend why he had chosen to recall their first, and the most sacred joining. The day they became one with each other, with the universe and for all eternity. The day they became Imzadi.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Deanna had felt like she was being watched. That they were being watched. She knew that she and Will had been totally alone that day in the jungle other than Gods own forest creatures, No-one had seen the two lovers who had discovered each other that day, when they had explored, wondered, and then given each other the ultimate gift. Hearts, minds, bodies, souls and love, forever and beyond.

But now...now something wasn't right and Deanna had never felt it before, and it frightened her. If her mother had been on board, she would have accused her of trespassing her mind, but she wasn't and she knew of no other with the capability of doing so. But she could come up with no other explanation.

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Worf watched Will's back from his consul on the bridge as he silently brooded. Will had deliberately shown him just how intimate he and Deanna had been, and worse still, what was still between them. He didn't understand how a couple that were so obviously in love with each other, could seek out other relationships. And now he had witnessed just how much they meant to each other, he knew that his and Deanna's days were numbered.

He was surprised at himself that he hadn't been angry. Well, he was, but not because of them. It was because he wished he hadn't have got involved with Deanna in the first place.

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Will could feel the big man's eyes boring into his back and it made him quietly smirk to himself,

*Ha, serves him right*

He was surprised that Worf had not told Deanna that he could read minds. He hadn't been capable of sending himself, but still, one way was better than nothing, but, he was surprised he hadn't told Deanna.

*I wonder why* he mused, silently.

Shutting down his mind to his surrounding to pick up on Worf's thoughts, he was just in time to hear him telling himself that the relationship was a waste of time. Will silently whooped with joy.

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Chapter 5

Worf propped himself up with his hand as he watched Deanna sleep. He loved to watch her as it was the only time that he could truly tell her the things that went through his mind. He was still unable to tell her out loud, but at least this way he could, and he felt better with himself for doing so.

He reached over and lightly traced a line down between her breasts to her flat tummy and she stirred slightly, a light groan escaping her lips. He smiled to himself, inordinately pleased that she responded to his touch. He went lower and his hand briefly touched the soft down that hid her secrets from him and her leg automatically shifted to allow him access. As he gently touched her, her groan become a purr and he shut down his mind and tried to reach into hers. Her image came into his and he saw her very much as she was now; laying prone, naked and waiting for him. Her hand reached out to pull him to her and her legs opened wider to allow him in. He eagerly climbed on top of her and looked down into her face as it became flushed with passion, Her eyes drowsily opened and he saw the pleading in their dark depths. Her body moved against him, begging him to love her and he entered her in one swift, fluid motion, and as he did so, he watched her mouth silently say call a name, and the name was, *Will!*

Worf reacted so violently to the image that he leapt back, almost slipping off the edge of the bed. In his desperation to stop himself falling, he grabbed out and hitched himself to Deanna who woke with a start as flailing hands grabbed her.

"Worf! What are you doing? Are you o.k.?"

Her astonishment turned to one of merriment as she spied Worfs legs stuck up into the air from the side of the bed and she heard him growl "Yes, I'm alright. I must have had a bad dream."

Deanna giggled for a long moment and then she grew silent as remnants of her own dream began to emerge.

As Worf watched her face turn from laughter to suspicion, he stood up from his ungainly position on the floor. it was then that she realised that he had invaded her dream.

"Deanna." he started, the apology spilling out as he prepared to face her wrath. "I'm sorry. I only wanted..."

Deanna didn't let him finish and let rip, the tears already forming in her eyes from the betrayal. "I knew something wasn't right, I could sense it. But I didn't realise it was you. How long have you been doing this, Worf? How long have you been violating my most intimate thoughts? How long, Worf?"

He came to his full height and a nasty sneer appeared on his face as he answered her. "Long enough to know that it's really him you want."

It became Deanna's turn to become angry. "How dare you, Worf. How dare you presume to know what I want, and I can assure you, if I had really wanted Commander Riker, I would have had him any time I wanted."

She stopped herself from saying much more than she wanted to, knowing that what ever she said, Worf would know that it was a lie. The truth was, that she did want Will but not until they were both totally committed to a relationship that would outlast every obstacle and every career move either of them wanted to make. At this moment in time, neither were ready for any of it.

But she hadn't finished with him yet. "Worf, I can't wipe out what went on between Will and I. He hurt me very badly once, but even so, I know that one day, when the time is right, we will together again."

Worf watched her speak, knowing that she was telling the truth, and with each word she spoke, he felt his anger be replaced with dread. "What about us, Deanna?"

Deanna looked up into his face as she stepped nearer to him. "I don't know, Worf. Right now, I'm enjoying this relationship, just as I suspect Will is enjoying his little...flirtations."

Worf took a step away from her. He knew that he wouldn't be making love to her again, but even so, he didn't think he could tolerate seeing her making love to Will Riker. The Klingon way was 'all or nothing', and if he couldn't have all of her, then he'd have to have nothing. It was the end.

He took a deep breath and looked down into her face, treasuring their last intimate moment. "No, Deanna, we can only ever be friends now. I can no longer have a physical relationship with you. It would not be...honourable."

Deanna stepped away from him, both embarrassed and disappointed. Realising how she looked, she quickly turned to pick up the sheet to cover herself with, as she did so, it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't asked the one important question. "How did you learn to read my mind, Worf?"

Worf looked acutely ashamed of himself as he deliberated as to whether to tell her or not, Deanna growled, "Worf?" prompted him to answer. "I asked Commander Riker to show me how." But he hastily added, "But I can only read minds. I can not send."

Deanna pondered on this information for a moment and eventually a sly smile crept across her face as a plan formulated in her head. "Worf, I think it's time we gave Commander Riker a dose of his own medicine, don't you?"

Chapter 6

Once Deanna had convinced Worf that what she had in mind wasn't really cruel, but more really a ploy to steer the fated couple back on track, she then had a harder job convincing him to carry on the charade of them being a couple for a little longer. But the timing had to be right for her plan to work and he couldn't suspect anything.

That time finally came one evening when they were all playing poker. It was well into the evening and Will had cleaned them all out, again. His big grin showed of his obvious glee. "My night again, ladies and gentleman, please do all come again."

Data quickly stood, made his goodbye's and promptly left the room before anyone had even the chance to stand. Eventually Will came to a stand and as he swooped to collect up his chips, Deanna nodded to Worf to indicate that 'this was the moment'. She hastily touched Will's arm and exclaimed, "Oh, do we have to end the evening, Will? It's still early and I would to love to stay and have a drink. Wouldn't the rest of you like to, too?"

Will looked at her with surprise and the half grin stayed on his face. As he looked at the rest of his colleagues, they all nodded eagerly, a general chorus voicing their opinions. "Yes, why not?"

Will stood his full height, clearly surprised as this was unusual. Not unheard of, but unusual, especially during the week. "Well, o.k," He agreed. "I'll see what the replicator can rustle up for us."

He ordered some soft jazz music and got everyone a drink, then they all proceeded to have a very pleasant couple of hours chatting, laughing, recalling past missions, encountering aliens, making friends. meeting lovers.

Slowly, very slowly, the conversation dwindled down to a very happy, quiet, laid back sort of time when everyone became lost in their own thoughts and their own memories, the music adding to the tranquil time.

Deanna watched Will carefully without being too obvious and when he was sprawled back on the sofa, his head resting on the back of the sofa with his eyes shut, not quite asleep as he enjoyed the music, she indicated to Worf to relax his mind and go through the scenario that they had planned between them for when the time was right.

Deanna watched Worf close his eyes and she closed her own. She sought out Worf and knew that he had started to recall the intimate liaison between the two of them.

Worf had no difficulty remembering the particular mating they had chosen. He had taken her to the holodeck, intent on showing her a true Klingon mating ritual which had begun with a rather frenzied stripping session. And then they'd began biting and scratching, then had came the brutal kisses that drew blood, and as they ripped at each others clothes, he was forcing her towards the middle of the room.

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Deanna's mind reached into Will's now lethargic subconscious until she felt him begin to connect with her and then she reached out to him, her hand extended to his as she led him off to her domain.

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Will's body relaxed when he felt Deanna reach into his mind. Her eyes beckoned him and her hand stretched out to him and he reached out to take it. He knew he would follow her, even to the ends of the universe, simply because she was his universe. She led him to the holodeck. He didn't recognise the programme. They were in a room, a very primitive room. Small fires lit up the walls and a huge slab like table dominated the middle of the room.

Deanna turned to him and began to pull at his clothes as well as trying to bite and scratch his body. She began to kiss him, and as she did so, she pushed him towards the middle of the room to the table.

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In Worf's mind it was him that was in the room, about to take her for his very own.

In Will's mind it was him that was in the room, about to take her for his very own.

Deanna's mind was on herself at that moment. She didn't want the image of either men at that moment so she kept her sights totally neutral.

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As Deanna was pushed upon the table, she never knew who was between her legs, trying to gain entrance. the situation was highly erotic and heading to an explosive climax with her phantom lover.

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Beverly began to pick up on the atmosphere within the room, and as she watched her friends bodies reacting to...something, she quietly nudged Geordie and indicated to him to watch. The pair sat fascinated. Slightly envious that it was obvious that minds were working overtime, they both desperately wanted to see the end result, even if it was only to stop the fists flying when the trio finally emerged from their own personal tryst.

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Will leaned into Deanna as she lay prone on the table. His mouth and hands assaulted her body as her fingers pulled at his hair, encouraging him to explore. But his body refused to wait and he quickly slammed into her so forcefully that as she screamed, she sat bolt upright, crushing her body against his as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsated throughout her entire body. She hung on for dear life until both mind and body came back down to earth again and she went limp in his arms.

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Worf felt her pull at his hair as he bit and pawed at her body. He could no longer hold back his urgency and plunged into her. He drowned her scream with his own triumphant roar as he pounded into her. Eventually they exploded together and he continued to throb within her, unable to release himself until her own muscles relaxed enough to let him go.

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As Will, Worf and Deanna slowly came back to reality, it was some time before either of them dared to open their eyes. All three were physically panting, their bodies still revealing their highly aroused state as they slowly came back to reality. When they did finally open their eyes, they became uncomfortably aware that they were not alone as all three sets of eyes focused on Geordie and Beverly who were watching with an stunned look of wonderment. The room was silent for an eternity until finally, Beverly stood and pulled Geordie up with her, quietly saying with embarrassment, "Well, time to say goodnight. Sweet dreams, everyone."

She hurriedly pulled Geordie through Will's doors silently daring him to look back,. Even so. Geordie managed to sneak one quick grinning glance before Beverly yanked him away.

It stayed silent for some time as the three of them absorbed what had happened between them, their eyes darting to each other, full of questions that no-one dared ask.

And then Deanna suddenly stood and nonchalantly stretched her arms above her head, her yawn wide. "Well, guys, I'm off to bed. See you all in the morning."

Will came to a sudden stand and hurriedly stepped around his table and lightly reaching for her arm, "Deanna, wait. I've got to know."

He glanced around to Worf who stood stiffly with his hands behind his back and Will wondered at the odd expression on his face.

"Yes, Will, what is it that you want to know?"

"Who...who were you making love to, Deanna? Was it Worf, or was it me?" He asked.

She smiled enigmatically and continued to do so as she walked out of his quarters and off down the corridor without saying one word or looking back at his stunned face.

Will remembered his other guest and turned back to Worf, his face a picture of disbelieving, surprise, horror and envy. "Worf?"

Worf made his way to the door, casually making his way around his commander, without meeting his eyes. "Sorry, Sir. I guess that's what you get for intruding on other people's private thoughts."

And he left him standing in the middle of his room with his mouth dropped open, his bright blue eyes wide, and wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Some time later, after pacing around his room for the hundredth time as he churned over the dream, Will tried to decipher who was making love to his Imzadi. Recognising some of his own intimate tactics, he also recognised some of the brutal moves of a Klingon on heat. Will knew that he couldn't be that rough with a woman, but he did often wonder what it would be like to be that savage. It was a sobering thought.

Will knew he would never settle until he'd had it with Deanna, so he made his way down to her quarters. Before he even reached her door, it opened. He stopped in surprise and looked in, unsure of what he was going to find.

Deanna sat on her sofa and had changed into a long loose kaftan. She looked totally serene, which is more than he could say for his own upside down, inside out, and confused mind.

He stepped hesitantly inside. "Deanna?"

"I've been waiting for you, Will. I'm surprised you took this long."

He cautiously stepped further into the room, looking furtively around for his adversary. "Where's Worf?"

''Why would Worf be in here, Will? We haven't been seeing each other for some time now." Didn't you know?" She asked, knowing that he didn't.

He looked at her incredulously, "What do you mean?"

She lifted her eyes in merriment. "I mean, we are no longer seeing each other, Will. It didn't work out between us. Apparently, their always seemed to be somebody in the way, so we gave up trying to pretend he wasn't there."

Will couldn't believe it. How come he didn't notice? And what was all that about tonight?

Deanna chuckled at his thoughts. "THAT, Will Riker, was a healthy dose of your own medicine. Enjoy it? "

Before he had a chance to answer her, Deanna stood up and made her way over to him. It was a slow seductive walk and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, the rising desire already evident in her eyes as she reached for him. One long finger reached up to lightly scratch a trail down the side of his face, following on down his taut body. She let it lightly touch his rapidly mounting desire and he gasped at her boldness.

Her face reached his throat and he felt her tongue snake out and lick a path along his Adam's apple, her voice purred as she blatantly asked him, "So, how do you fancy a trip to the holodeck suites, Imzadi? I found a terrific programme that I think you'd enjoy, tiger!!"

The end...?

Intimate Thoughts

Finale...

As soon as the holodeck door closed on them, Deanna swung round on Will with a look of pure devilment, determination and passion. And then a look that could only be described as cruel appeared upon her face and Will felt the dread and anticipation surge through his bod. Fear turned to surprise as she grabbed the front of his tunic and ripped a large shred from it.

His eyes flew to hers in shock and before he had had a chance to react, she quickly nestled against his neck and sucked, no...bit, because he felt the pain of it rip through him and he automatically went to push her away before she did any real damage. But even so, half of him wanted her to carry on, and the other half left him scared out of his mind.

Deanna could sense his turmoil, but pushed on ahead anyway regardless of his pitiful cries. "Deanna! Stop!"

She ignored his pleas him and before he had realised it, he felt another large chunk of his clothing rip off and hit the floor. She pressed her body close to his and he felt her hips gyrate against him, bringing the response that she was going crazy for. He heard her triumphant growl against his throat as she licked at his neck and Will began to, at last, respond, particularly when she raised her knee and rubbed it against his groin, giving him all the encouragement he needed to finally join in with her game.

Deanna felt him reach behind her and grasp at her own tunic and her own heightened senses jumped another notch when she heard the material rip. She looked up at Will's eyes and they now mirrored her own. Desperately seductive and begging for more of what she was offering.

Will grasped her head, forcing her to lean back and allowing him to dominate the situation. He began to kiss her deeply, almost savagely and her own tongue tangled with his as they both fought for total invasion, each feeling the dripping desire pouring through their bodies as they hung on for dear life.

Deanna nipped at him, tasting his blood and she felt him begin to walk her backwards towards the table as he still kissed her. He still tugging at her clothes, helping him as best she could, and by the time she had reached the edge of the table, she was naked and she jerked with shock as her bare ass touched the cold stone. Will was past caring as he pushed her back down onto the flat surface, still devouring her mouth and his hands still worshipped her body.

Deanna was tugging at his remaining clothes and he heard her whimper at her frustration, so he let her up enough to complete the job. As she slid his trousers down his legs, her mouth followed the trail with them. She heard him gasp and convulse as she kissed the intimate tip of him, his hands automatically grasping her head to hold her there.

She gladly obliged, taking him in, testing and tasting, nipping at the tender tip, driving him insane. Her hands raked across his buttocks and she felt him begin to jerk against her and knew he was getting close. She felt him yank her up by the hair and slam her back down onto the table, pinning her hands above her head, his penis taunting her aching crutch, rubbing up and down on the sensitive bud, making her own body jerk as her groans were swallowed within his mouth as he continued to kiss her hard.

She felt him release her hands and he began to lower his mouth down her body, his beard creating an erotic dance all of its own. He bit at her distended nipples and she panted out loud her excitement, her own hands now grasping at his head, pushing him to where she wanted him to go. He slid his hands behind her back making her arch her body to him, his nails gauging their own trail down her slender ribcage. She pushed him farther down until his face finally nestled upon her soft, dark hairy crutch. He could feel her huge bud already fully extended from his ardent rubbing with his penis and he sucked on it greedily, adding his own nips that made her gasp as she squirmed.

She felt him move his hands around and push her legs up and place them upon his shoulders and finally reached the very core of her being and relished the scent and taste of her. As he slowly slid one long finger inside of her, he felt her stiffen and he knew that she was about to erupt. Moments later when it did, he was waiting for her, and as she flew upright upon the table, he pushed his pulsing hardness deep into her whilst she was still in the full throws of her climax.

Wave after wave of delicious orgasm rocked through her, right to her very soul. Will couldn't move until he felt her muscles relax enough to be able to move himself, and reach his own goal, which he did so barely a second after hers,they both cried out at the euphoric release.

Collapsing in an undignified heap back on the stone table, they were both to exhausted to speak, so in awe of the experience and both wondering how they were ever going to look each other in the face again without blushing.

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In his quarters, Worf slowly came back to reality, his own satisfaction clearly displayed upon his face, his arousal evident within his own hands. He looked down with satisfaction at himself and murmured quietly, "Maybe I should have waited a little longer before giving up on you, Deanna. That was some mating ritual you just performed on Commander Riker."

And after, Worf vowed never, ever to read his colleagues minds again.

Well, maybe occasionally, when an intimate longing called.

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Eventually the two lovers sat up to survey the damage they each had done to their bodies. Deanna had definitely come off better and Will looked like he'd been dragged through a barbed wire fence, backwards! Deanna gently touched him gently but quickly took her hand away when he winced with pain. She looked tenderly up to his eyes expecting to see shame and disgust in them, but all she saw was a quiet respect, wonder, lust, plus the only emotion that she ever wanted to see and to feel from him. Love and total devotion.

Her hand reached up to caress his face and his caught her smaller one within his. No words were needed and no explanations wanted. They both knew that it was never likely to happen again. It was a one off, but they were better for the experience of knowing that they could go wild, if they wanted to.

Before long, Will sheepishly smiled at his beloved and quietly chuckled at her. Deanna turned and looked at him in puzzlement, a smile creeping to her own face,

"What.?"

Will laughed out loud, before reducing it to a devilish chuckle. "So, who's going to be the first to walk into sickbay and face the doc?"