The BLTS Archive- Q's Gift
by DataToy (DataToy711@aol.com)

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"Consider this ... a going away present," Q told Data.

The android looked at Q quizzically for a second, and then there was a
flash of light.

Data found that he wasn't on the bridge anymore. He blinked and
realized he was in Tasha Yar's quarters. As always, when presented
with a puzzle, he was quite curious and wondered what would happen
next. What had Q meant by a going away present? Why was he here? Tasha
... Tasha was dead.

The Enterprise was incomplete without her, he thought now. He adapted
to any situation without any difficulty, but when things changed, when
something was gone, it was as though there was a hole in his
programming that he could not replace, a missing element - humans
would have said that it disturbed him.

He began to look around, as there seemed to be no other more useful
thing to do, and he was perplexed. "Tasha?" he called out, knowing how
illogical it was to do so.

For a moment he was blinded by a shimmering apparition, and slowly a
human form materialized before him, female, blond, wearing a Star
Fleet uniform... His eyes adjusted, and he saw Tasha standing a few
feet away from him, smiling at him.

"Hello, Data," she said.

"Hello," he replied. He thought it would probably be pointless to tell
her that she couldn't possibly be there, or that she had died, because
she was there, in the flesh: all his sensors indicated that she was
not an illusion. Was this how Q had chosen to reward him, by allowing
him to see her again? He was brought back to the present when he noted
that she was approaching him.

"It is good to see you, Data," she said.

"It is good to see you as well, Tasha," he replied.

Eventually she was but inches away from him, her smile even warmer and
gentler. "Do you remember the last time we were in this room? Of
course you do."

Data never forgot anything, and opened his mouth to say the exact time
and date he had last been in her quarters, but she stopped him with
two fingertips resting delicately upon his lips.

"I remember it also," she said. "I wish I hadn't been infected by that
virus. I wish I could have invited you to be with me without having to
be influenced by a feverish haze."

Data looked at her ingenuously, trying to understand her words.
Finally he said, "You had always been very friendly and kind to me."

Then before she could speak, she saw his slight frown.

"I did not know why you told me that it had never happened."

Her eyes softened and she placed her hand upon his chest. "I didn't
mean to confuse you, Data," she said. "I just felt that I had taken
advantage of you. I wanted to forget about it."

"Taken advantage of me?" Data inquired, bemused. "I did not believe
that you had. I thought it was very -" he paused, attempting to voice
his impressions. "It was nice," he finally said. "I was surprised any
human being would wish to interact with me that way. No one ever had
before, and no one has since."

"How can that be true?" she exclaimed. "No one has approached you to
be intimate with you?"

Data tilted his head, searching for an explanation. "I do not
believe," he reasoned, "that many people are aware I am in fact fully
functional."

Tasha put her arms around his shoulders. "In that case, she murmured,
"we must endeavor to make them aware that you are."

She kissed him and Data closed his eyes, because his programming
indicated that it was the appropriate response - but the instant her
lips touched his, he jumped in bewilderment.

Tasha drew back, and said, "What's the matter, Data?" The way she
spoke, it didn't sound like a question.

Data's mouth opened and closed a few times, his positronic brain
frantically running spontaneous diagnostics which he hadn't even
initiated. His lips were tingling, a sensation he had never
experienced in his life and which he couldn't categorize.

"I - I do not know," he said, looking at her with startled golden
eyes. "I believe I - I felt what you did. This cannot be."

"Why not?" she asked with a sympathetic smile.

He found himself at a loss, unable to reply. "Because ... because I am
an android. I cannot feel," he answered, almost lamely.

Then he thought that since he couldn't explain Tasha's presence, there
might very well be many other things he couldn't explain as well. And
because his curiosity grew, he found that he wanted her to kiss him
again. As if reading his thoughts, she drew closer, and her lips met
his.

Once more his neural relays were charged with decidedly
incomprehensible messages, but... decidedly pleasant. The softness of
her lips was unlike anything that had ever come into contact with him
physically. He registered nothing, no temperature readings or DNA
structures or internal components, he just ... touched her. It was
intriguing, but most of all it was - it was soothing.

She released him and gazed into his eyes. He inched his face forward
with a slight, sudden motion, wishing for the sensation to be
prolonged.

"Data, come with me," she said, taking his hand. It was just like the
first time, he thought, when she had pulled him into her bedroom;
except this time, she was fully aware of what she was doing. He sensed
that she wanted to give him something special this time, instead of
just taking what she needed.

Once they were in her bedroom, she turned around to face him, and took
his face between her hands. He closed his eyes, not because of his
programming: he could feel the warmth of her skin against his, and he
sighed.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Data?"

"Yes," he replied, his eyes still closed. It no longer seemed to
matter to him that the entire exchange, and its results, were
implausible. He was seized by sensations that pulsed throughout his
body, sensations that required to be satisfied. Quite instinctively,
he put his arms around her waist, wishing to feel her closely against
him.

"That's it, Data, that's good," she prompted, sinking her fingers into
his smooth, dark hair, loosening strands from his perfectly coiffed
mane, enjoying the disheveled effect she produced. He sighed again.

"How does that feel, Data?" she asked gently.

He opened his eyes, smiling in awe because for the first time since he
had been activated, descriptions were beyond his capability. "I only
know how it feels when you are touching me, and kissing me," he
admitted.

Tasha therefore resumed their embrace. She let her hands slide down
his back, and caressed his firm, small buttocks, pressing him into
her; there was a spark in her eyes when she felt the hardness in his
crotch. He gasped and for a second, he was brought back to himself.

"I have not consciously initiated an erection," he said. "This is not
possible -"

She cupped the back of his head and ended his incredulous observations
with a deep kiss. She began to undo the fastening at the neck of his
uniform; she didn't fumble, her fingers were nimble and quick, and she
broke off their kiss for a moment as she slipped his uniform and shirt
over his head. She tossed them on the ground, and as he stood before
her, his breathing accelerating, his senses throbbing with hunger for
more, she stripped him completely, pulling his pants down; he raised
one foot, then the other, as she divested him of the garment at last,
and took off his boots.

His member was hard, long and ached with its fullness. He groaned,
looking down at her, his mouth opened slightly, the tip of his tongue
resting on his lower teeth. The swelling in his penis made it tight
and he could think of nothing but relief, of nothing but alleviating
this incredible, pulsating need.

She looked at him and said, "Stroke it, Data ... Stroke it while I
undress for you."

Immediately he obeyed, and his head fell back. He panted, luxuriating
in the sensation of his hand circling his hard cock, going from the
base to the tip. Rocked by the utterly delectable yearning that filled
him almost painfully, he watched her undress, revealing her sculptured
body to him: her breasts, thighs, shoulders, the curve of her hips,
back and buttocks.

He began to stroke himself faster but she grabbed his hand, halting
his motions -he moaned, trembling with the pressure that grew as he
stopped.

"Data," she said, "Tell me what you want."

If he hadn't been in the midst of such intense longing, her question
would have undoubtedly puzzled him, and he might have said that he had
been programmed to pleasure, not to be pleasured, since he couldn't
be. However when he heard her words, images flooded his mind, images
of flesh and sweat and lovemaking and he said, "Take me in your
mouth."

She instantly obliged him and he cried as soon as her moist lips
closed upon his swollen member.

"Ah!" he cried, and again, "Ah!"

She looked at him with half closed eyes, taking in his bliss with
satisfaction. She let her tongue travel along his rigid cock, now
twirling teasingly around the head, and then sucking with powerful,
expert strokes as he rocked his hips against her, his lips pulled back
slightly over clenched teeth.

Before he could climax she ceased her attentions, and he stiffened
with unfulfilled desire, his hips thrust forward.

"Don't worry," she said, climbing into the bed on her hands and knees,
presenting her ass to him, her sex dripping and red. "Take me now,
Data."

Eagerly, numbed by passion and overwhelming need, he turned around and
sank his hard cock deep into her, plunging his penis all the way. He
placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him sharply, now and
again reaching for her plump breasts and fondling them, and then
gripping her hips again, bouncing against her, driving himself into
her with ever increasing force and lust.

"Yes, Data, more! Harder!" she cried, caressing herself as he labored
behind her. At last she began to shiver with release, and she felt he
was climaxing as well, his breath ragged and strained; for an instant
he stopped moving and trembled, and then bucked his hips against her
reflexively a few more times.

He lay his head against the small of her back, his arms enveloping her
waist as his breathing calmed itself, his eyes closed.

"Tasha," he whispered.


"Data," Captain Picard repeated. "Data, can you hear me?"

After Q had surreptitiously vanished from the bridge, the android had
slipped into unconsciousness - a few seconds later, the crew heard him
whisper, "Tasha ..." Then he opened his eyes, his features a mixture
of beatification, serenity, astonishment and understanding.

And as quickly as it had come, the moment was gone.

"Data!" he heard the Captain calling now.

"Captain," Data said, looking up at him.

"Data," Captain Picard said, "What happened?"

"I ... I am uncertain," Data replied. "But it was a nice ... feeling."

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"Well," Q said, "What did you think?"

"I daresay it was interesting," Q replied.

"Be sure to tell me next time you want to reward him."

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The End