The BLTS Archive- Second Chances/Second Thoughts --- Disclaimer...The usual, Paramount owns the players, but the games are all mine. --- Prologue: --- "Deanna, I know it's been a long time since we were together. And I know that your feelings have changed, but mine haven't. I'd like to be with you again." Thomas' words, and the flood of emotion that accompanied them stopped Deanna's breath in her chest. She'd left his quarters saying only good night, tears blurring her vision. The effort to hold them back, too great to sustain long enough to get to her quarters, so Deanna found the nearest empty observation lounge and went inside. There, with only the light of the stars outside the viewport as witness, she curled into the corner of a couch and cried. The long forgotten pain of abandonment filled her soul, giving her no choice but to express it. After the grief, came the anger, and then confusion. How could she still be attracted to Will; no not Will. To Thomas after what had happened?? Troi sighed, wiped her eyes and sat up. She had patients to see, time enough for reflection later. --- Later --- Deanna sighed deeply, leaning against the door of her quarters. She knew, could sense that Thomas was still on the other side of the closed door. His desire, and restraint was clear. He wanted her, desperately. Truth was, she wanted, what? Thomas??? Or Will??? **Hell, I don't know!** she thought to herself. Thomas had sent her on a romantic scavenger hunt, which had included a Cerusyllis orchid (native to Betazed), Geduvalan chocolate, and the carving. She looked down at the stone tablet. Janaran. He'd used a phaser to carve the falls in stone. Their last night together. Will had been tender, passionate and oh so gentle. Deanna shivered in the warmth of her quarters, her body going liquid as the memories unfolded in her mind. He had been her first, and a woman never forgets the first man that makes love to her. Almost without thought, Deanna's hands came up and released her hair from the confines of the band that held it back from her face. As the mass of curls swung loose, her hands moved down over her chest and torso, feeling the pebbled tips of her breasts through her jumpsuit. Her skin tingled in response to her hands sliding along the spandex. Deanna slid her hands back along their previous route, gasping as once again she brushed her nipples. "Get hold of yourself, Dee. One, ok several good night kisses, shouldn't have you panting like this. But damn! Thomas kissed like, oh gods! He kissed like Will. Deanna shook her head, clearing it enough to head to her bath, minutes later she stood beneath the spray of warm water, lathering her body with jasmine scented soap. Her hands sought out the most senstive places, her breasts, nipples tingling at the soft pinch of her fingers. Her mind filled with images of him. Those long fingered hands slipping down over her belly. She turned, reaching for the hand held shower, rinsing the scented bubbles into the reclamator. The soft touch of the water on her already sensitized skin drove her to go further. Deanna eased the shower head lower allowing the tingling spray to skim the aching secrets of her sex. Her free hand followed, sliding, seeking tantalising her. Moaning softly, she eased down to sit on the edge of the tub, and let the water jets drive her slowly to orgasm, her fingers slipping within at the last second to draw a soft cry from her lips. --- The next day.... --- "We stayed in Ten Forward talking for hours." Deanna said softly. "And then what happened?" Beverly said as they turned in unison performing the L'knstara, a Klingon move similar to Tai'Chi. "He walked me to my quarters." Deanna answered. "And then what happened?" Beverly repeated, eagerly, awaiting the passionate details. Deanna turned to her friend, Mok'bara forgotten. "Beverly! You know that it's been over between Will and me for a long time. But, it's very hard for me to separate my feelings for them." Crusher nodded sympathetically. "Deanna, just because things turned out the way they did between you and COMMANDER Riker, doesn't mean that you shouldn't allow things between you and LIEUTENANT Riker to follow their own course." Her voice was low and full of mischief.Her blue eyes twinkling. Deanna had to smile. "I knew that you'd encourage me." Beverly grinned, "Isn't that why you told me?" As they began to practice once more, she lifted her gaze to a point over Deanna's shoulder. "Well I'm going to call it a day, see you tomorrow." Deanna's eyes widened and she looked around. Thomas!! Her heart began to pound... "Beverly!!!" She whispered frantically. But Crusher just smiled over her shoulder, "Have fun!" She said and walked out of the gym. Deanna turned away and began to move again, her slender body twisting and turning gracefully. He watched. She could feel his eyes on her, felt his emotions/his body stirring. Hurriedly she closed her senses. "Do that move again." He said softly. Deanna did the move again...feeling a change in his breathing once again...it made her giddy. She felt her body...and her mind reaching out to him. It craved what she knew he could give her...feelings long buried/denied shallowed her breathing. Her breasts ached, her insides heating to honeyed sweetness. "What was it? Some form of Tai'Chi Chwan??" He said. Deanna stopped, shook out her arms... "No, Klingon exercises actually. Worf teaches a class." His eyes narrowed, his own body tightening... "It's very similar to something I've learned." He did a similar move, muscles bulging, his body turning sinuously. Deanna watched, unable to take her eyes from him. "You just did the "K'holminara"." "It's called the crane block. Let's try something else." Deanna watched, almost sick with wanting him to touch her, as he performed another grafeful move. It brought him within reach. She reacted taking his hand and bicep, and with a few quick steps brought him down onto his back, with her kneeling over him. Their faces were inches apart, when it hit her. "What was that?" he said, surprise written on his features. She laughed softly under her breath at this unexpected gift. "I've been taking a class." She said softly, her eyes reaching into his... "Mr Worf is a very good teacher." Time froze. They stared into each other's eyes. "Dee." He had to stop her, to tell her, and then her lips came down onto his; soft, sweet, and demanding. Will reacted, bring his arms around her and opening his mouth to allow her deeper access. Deanna whimpered softly and went soft in his arms. Will rolled with her, bringing her beneath him, never breaking contact with the honeyed heat of her mouth. The years melted away as they explored one another's mouths. Will ached to touch her, feeling the press of her breasts against his chest; but she thought he was Thomas. He couldn't allow this to go on. Deanna sensed a hesitation and the reason for it, but she didn't want this to end. Her legs parted and she shifted slightly, bringing the heat of his arousal against her body. Her tongue pursued his as she wrapped one slender leg over his body and arched upwards. He was lost. They could deal with the repercussions later. He pulled back to look down into her passion dark eyes. "Soshe tu, liashemi imzadi." He whispered. "I want you imzadi." She smiled softly, bringing her arms down from his shoulders to open her tunic, baring her breasts. Deanna took his hand and brought it up to cover one breast, where it instinctively shaped to the soft flesh. He bent and took the hardened tip of the other breast deep into his mouth. From there, things progressed rapidly, until they were nude on the mat. Will lay on his back, gasping as Deanna's breasts trailed back and forth over his lower belly, her mouth moving slowly up and down along his erection. She straddled him, facing his feet, putting her sex directly in front of him. He looked down, sliding his hands along her bottom, he drew her back slightly bringing her moist flesh into contact with his lips and tongue. She lost the rhythm for a second, then drew him deeper. They teased and tasted in unison, knowing that the inevitable was fast approaching. Deanna was gasping around his flesh, as he suckled her most sensitive spot,flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. Deanna raised her head, so close to release that she hardly dared to breathe. ~~~~ imzadi Will cleared his mind, allowing her inside, suddenly certain that she knew who he was. Who she was with, and was about to make love with. ~~~~ imzadi. He tried. She turned as he sat up, to lie back on the mat, offering herself to him. He started to speak, halted by the press of her fingers on his lips. Her eyes begged him to keep still. To let this moment reach it's natural conclusion. Will hesitated, until she licked her lips, and moved her hips against the floor. He couldn't leave her unfulfilled, anymore than he could stop breathing. He slid his big body over hers, remembering. Vivid images of her nude and flushed with passion, her scent, and the strength concealed by the deceiving softness of her body. He bent and kissed her, his tongue sliding deep within her mouth, his hands caressing her breasts, then one hand slipping down to slide a long finger inside her heated warmth. Deanna went into motion then, arching against his hand, trying to draw him deeper. He knew she wanted him inside of her, almost as much as she wanted him to wait, to prolong her satisfaction. He ached, his erection taut and quivering. But still he waited, rubbing himself along her cleft, teasing her deliberately by dipping inside, just a fraction, with each pass over her opening. ~~~~ Prialeshe mo, mi imzadi. He was rusty, but her words translated roughly to an ancient terran profanity, one word that he knew she would never utter aloud. Deanna was ready, more than ready. Will was certain, since his own body was tingling, screaming for release in every pore. She was everywhere at once; around him, inside his mind and in his soul. She arched as he thrust, burying himself inside her in a single movement. Deanna froze momentarily, as the pain of his entry stole her breath. She'd forgotten his size; and the way she felt stretched to the point of pain, by his erection. ~~~~ are you? ~~~~ I'm fine. And she was, he began to gasp as her passion screamed through their long buried link. Her inner walls rippling, her muscles clenching, as she rocked her hips. Will's mind reeled as the long denied channels of thought and emotion were reawakened in that single second of their joining. She was wild, noisy and enthusiastic. Will gave in to his own rampant desires, thrusting hard and fast as Deanna's legs came up and she held her knees spread wide. He kissed her, and she bit his lower lip, her legs sliding down to lock her ankles over his buttocks, dragging him tighter to her...harsh cries of encouragement in standard and her native tongue filled the air. His voice joined hers, their flesh slapping together, slick and heated. Will was losing it, fast. Then in a blinding shot of lust she was there, on the edge of her release, her body went still, her spine arched taut as a bow, vibrating. A long high pitched cry slid from her throat, her body begging him to move fast and hard. Will obliged, and shouted as his own orgasm ripped through the both of them. He thrust hard a final time to press against her, deep inside. He pulsed releasing his life essence in sharp, jets of heat. Moments or hours later they lay entwined, two towels thrown over their cooling bodies. Will cuddled Deanna close. They hadn't spoken, hadn't asked the questions both knew would come. At last she sat up, and bent to press a kiss on his mouth. It was long and sweet. "I don't love him, Will. I know that, knew it the minute we kissed." Will nodded. "Why now?" Deanna looked him in the eye, daring him to look away. "Because having Thomas here, sensing his emotions, left me unsettled. Made me realize that I need YOU. That you complete me. You. Not the man you were, but who you are now. I don't want to be alone anymore and I suspect that you don't either. I finally admitted to myself, that I don't want to be just your friend anymore." She drew on her clothes as he watched, the towel failing miserably to hide his growing arousal. "I'm going to talk to Thomas. He asked me to join him, to marry him. I can't do that, because I want to be with you, Will. So you see, now it's up to you whether or not our relationship progresses. But remember, no matter what you decide, I love you." She smiled. As she turned to go, Will sat up... "When did you know it was me?" "When your eyes met mine, and you touched me, in that special place." She smiled again. "See you later." She left the gym. Will sat mesmerized by what they had shared, knowing that the decision to begin a relationship had to come from her. His body still weak and tingling, he dressed. As he left the gym, Will knew that at last, he was complete. He eased his body down to the mat, and exhaled, trying to picture Deanna walking away from the gym. ~~~~I love you, imzadi, I don't want to be just friends any more. In the corridor, Deanna smiled as tears filled her eyes. She embraced him in her mind. ~~~~Rabeem, imzadi. --- The End