The BLTS Archive - AfterShift Surprise
by Jrgnfly (jrgnfly@yahoo.com)

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I've cleaned it up a bit but its 10 years old and my first real piece
of erotica so forgive me if its still as bad as it was the first time.

Paramount is god, characters are theirs, situation is mine and the
robe is Riker's.

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Will Riker was exhausted, coming off his third double shift in the
past five days. Ever since the battle with the Son'a, practically the
entire crew had been working non-stop, trying to get everything back
in order aboard ship. The Bridge crew and Engineering, taking on the
brunt of the work. Riker's shifts had felt interminable lately and
with good reason, they were and would continue to be so for at least
another week. His mind's drifting hadn't helped much either. For the
past few days his thoughts had been turning to the more pleasurable
aspects of ship's life, but there hadn't been time for things of that
nature lately.

Striding down the corridor of Deck 9, he headed towards his quarters,
looking forward to putting on his robe and going to bed. Although the
chronometer at the end of his shift had said that it was only 2200
hours, it felt like much later. He mentally cursed the sixteen hour
shifts as the doors hissed open, granting him access to his quarters.

Surprisingly, the sitting room was illuminated with half lights.  Will
couldn't remember leaving them on when he left earlier that morning
and they hadn't been set on an automatic brightening schedule due to
the problems there had been with the Computer as a result of the
damage to the ship. Too tired to think about it, he walked over to the
replicator and ordered a drink, but set it down on the table without
sipping from it when he realized that something else was not quite
right in his quarters.

The door to his bedroom was open and it was more than just slightly
ajar. He usually left it tightly closed due to the fact that he rarely
made his bed. His unkempt 'bachelor pad' was already somewhat of a
legend and he took enough good-natured ribbing about it as it was from
his friends.

Riker walked slowly to the door and peered around the corner. If there
was someone in his quarters and the tell-tale hiss of the door opening
hadn't already alerted them to his presence, Will wanted to maintain
the advantage by keeping them off guard.

When he more fully opened the door and stepped into the room, he was
the one who was caught off guard.  Sighing with relief as a smile
broke out over his face, Will approached the bed quietly, for another
reason altogether. He paused at the foot of his bed; savoring the
sight before his eyes.

It seemed he wasn't the only one with the idea of relaxing in his
quarters after a long day's work.  Lying on top of the rumpled covers
he had so hastily tossed over the bed was a beautiful woman, sound
asleep.

Wild black curls were flowing in all different directions over the
covers and pillowcase, half hiding the exquisite features and lovely
face propped slightly on her arm. And she was wearing, of all
garments, the blue velvet robe he had been coveting during his shift.
It all but swallowed her, save a pair of tiny feet peeking out from
the hem and one bare shoulder where the mammoth robe had slipped off
her body.

Will just gazed at her, surprised that she was here. She had told him
that she had appointments scheduled past midnight and it was obvious
that she'd been sleeping soundly for quite some time.  His heart
swelled in his chest at the notion that she had chosen his quarters to
come to rather than hers right next door.

Sensing his presence even in sleep, Deanna Troi stirred and her
eyelids fluttered. Slowly awakening, she opened her eyes fully and sat
up, looking into bright blue eyes.

"I should have known better than to try and sneak up on an empath
huh?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out his hand.

"Yes, you should. Especially this empath, Commander." She scooted
closer to him, ignoring his outstretched hand and hooked her arms
around his neck; completely oblivious to the robe slipping further
down her arm, revealing the swell of one creamy breast.

Will's eyes lit up at the sight.

"I thought you were working late." He tangled his fingers into her
silken hair and noted with pleasure that it was still damp. She had
probably curled up on his bed right after her bath and if he hadn't
been working that damn double shift he would have been available to
join her.

"Well, one of my appointments was canceled, another rescheduled and
the third finished earlier then I expected, so I came here. I hope you
don't mind."

"Are you kidding? Deanna, you can come here whenever you want, you
know that."

"I know, but still. . . " She trailed off as she felt the warmth of
his hand against the sensitive skin of her shoulder, slowly gliding up
and down and easing the robe further down her arm. Deanna shivered and
scooted out of his reach.

"Will, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, drawing the robe
back over her shoulder.

"I was planning on wearing that when I came off my shift, you know."
He rose and stood again at the foot of the bed. Deanna quickly
followed. Standing with one leg slightly forward, the folds of the
robe allowed her shapely thigh to be visible from within the material.

"Really? Were planning on putting it on over your uniform?" Her tone
was just as even as his had been and she was the portrait of casual
poise, except for the slightly raised eyebrow.

Will struggled to keep his expression calm although he knew exactly
where her thoughts were leading and that she had to sense that he was
aware as well. He stroked his newly regenerated beard slowly,
considering the possibility.

"Tell me, Counselor, what did you have in mind?"

He lowered his voice conspiratorially, acting like she was sharing a
top security Federation secret with him and he'd just gained enough
clearance to receive it.

"Hmmm, since I'm sure that you weren't planning on that, we'll
compromise."

"Compromise?" he echoed, trying to figure out what she about.

"Yes. You take off your uniform and I'll give you back the robe." Her
inflection didn't change. It was as though she were discussing
something as mundane as personnel reviews with him.

"You're serious?" He studied her intently, his hand still on his chin.

"Of course," she replied. "Why wouldn't I be? Besides, you still want
to wear the robe don't you?"

"I had been planning on it, yes."

"All right then. Go ahead."

"Right here?" He asked, momentarily losing his composure.

A slow nod was her reply.

"Right now?" he asked, stifling a groan when she adjusted her position
against the table, exposing the merest glimpse of her hip to his gaze.

Another nod, accompanied by a beautiful, playful smile.

"What's the matter, Commander. You don't think you are. . .  up. . .  
for the challenge?" She paused, her gaze drifted slowly downward and
her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her lips. She loved
catching Will off guard. It was so rare that she was able to do so.

"Oh, I didn't say that."  He was enthralled, it had been years since
he had seen her so aggressive and it was extremely stimulating.
Proving his point, he bent over and removed his boots and socks.

Deanna just lounged against the night table, not saying a word.
Waiting for him to continue.

Will straightened again and looked into her sparking onyx eyes.

<<I'm waiting, Imzadi.>> Seductively, her voice wrapped itself around
his mind and enveloped him in a wave of desire.

"Far be it from me to keep a lady waiting. Especially one as ravishing
as you." Deanna acknowledged the compliment by inclining her head and
once again the robe slipped down on her shoulder. Will's eyes widened
slightly as he unzipped his jacket and pulled the gray turtleneck
beneath it over his head.

Still somewhat tired from her nap, a small yawn escaped from between
Deanna's parted lips and Will paused after tossing the shirt to the
floor. A cheeky grin appeared on his face.

"Not entertaining enough?  Perhaps you'd like to help. Maybe it'll
keep you from falling back to sleep."

"On the contrary, Imzadi, I find you  utterly captivating. You don't
need my help, though. You're doing just fine on your own."

"I'm glad that I have your vote of confidence." He unfastened his
uniform trousers and slid them down to the floor to join the rest of
his uniform. He stood there in his boxers, obviously aroused and
Deanna licked her lips at the apparent evidence of his desire.

"Oh, you do, Will, you do." She stepped forward, stood on her toes and
once again wrapped her arms around his neck, purposely brushing
against his bare chest and legs with the velvet of the robe. She
teased his skin with the soft fabric. Will lifted his arms from his
sides and rested them on her hips, lowering his mouth to hers.

Instantly a fire ignited and sparks flew between their lips, flowing
from one to the other, and back again, the heat increasing with every
passing moment.

"That's always good to. . .  hear." Will sucked in a breath when she
softly dragged one of the ends of the velvet belt around his navel. He
brushed his beard over her cheek and down the slope of her neck,
nestling his face into the curve of where her neck met her shoulder.
His tongue traced a searing path down the line of her collarbone,
gently edging the robe further off her body, savoring the taste of her
skin.

She smelled wonderful, a scent he recognized but couldn't name, sweet
and slightly floral. It teased his senses beyond the point of madness
and he buried his face in her hair, seeking more of it.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Imzadi?" he whispered into
her ear, sending tingles of pleasure swimming down her spine.

"Mmmhmm," she breathed, slipping her hand inside his briefs and
cradling the hard length of his arousal. Will groaned and slid his
hands beneath the lapels of the robe, surprised when Deanna pulled
back.

"Oh no, you don't." He reached for her again, confused and frustrated
when she ducked away from his touch. She stood there looking him over
for agonizing moments with lust in her eyes. When she finished her
appraisal, Troi swiftly returned to his arms, hooked her thumbs into
his boxers and dragged them the floor, rasping her nails down the
crisp hair on his legs and forcing a ragged gasp from his suddenly dry
mouth.

With her arms locked around his neck, she smiled impishly and leaned
closer to whisper in his ear.

"Will, did you want your robe back now?" Will didn't answer, caught up
in the sensation of Deanna's teeth tenderly biting his earlobe.

"Will?"

He walked her backwards until she was trapped between his hard, naked
body on one side and the bed behind her so that she couldn't move.

"Yes, Dee?" Will lowered his head into her chest, placing hot, moist
kisses on every inch of exposed skin he could find while his inept
fingers madly attacked the knotted tie of the belt.

"Did. . .  you. . .  um .. want your. . .  ohh.. robe back now. . . ?"
She arched her neck and moaned as Will finally succeeded and parted 
the sides of the robe. The first touch of his hands on her skin was 
electrifying.

He placed them on her shoulders, under the garment and with one small
push sent it away from her and onto the bed.

"Maybe later." Will took a small step backwards and gazed at her in
the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Each time his caressing eyes slipped
over her body, Deanna shivered at the visual touch.

Unable to wait, they simultaneously reached for each other, holding on
so tightly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other
began.

Deanna's arms were around his waist and she could feel him, painfully
aroused, against her belly. Her hands splayed across his back,
clutching at his buttocks with her nails and he stepped forward again,
toppling her onto the bed. She found herself on her back, on top of
the robe Will had tossed onto the bed. The friction it caused against
her sensitive skin was unbearable.

"Will please. . .  come here." At her feverish request he joined her
on the bed, plying her face and neck with kisses, his hands roaming
around each curve and plane of her body with wild abandon.

<Imzadi. . . > she sent as he rained heated kisses over her chest,
holding a breast in each of his hands. He pressed his face into his
hands, driven deeper into his desire by the scented valley between her
breasts.

"Oh god, Deanna that fragrance is intoxicating. . . " He inhaled
deeply, then blew a cooling breath over her already tight nipples,
watching them further harden under his gaze. She sighed and ran her
nails up his chest, tangling her fingers in the hair.

"Do you like it? It's honeysuckle," she whispered, her hands
descending down his torso.

"Honeysuckle," he echoed. "That seems appropriate."

"And why is that?" she purred, as he lifted her breasts again, shaping
them in his large hands.

"Because, you taste sweeter than honey. . . " He kissed the underside
curve of her right breast, licking his way up to the tip, "And. . . "
he poised his mouth just above her nipple, feeling her shudder under
the brush of his beard against the sensitive peak, "there are parts of
you I love to suckle." With that erotic statement, Will flicked his
tongue against it, and took her breast into his mouth, suckling with a
fiery intensity which left her breathless. He looked up when she
twined her fingers into his hair. She gazed deep into his eyes, which
were so dark with passion that they were almost as black as hers were,
and curved her lips into a gentle smile.

"Oh gods, Will. . . " A grin broke over his face as he moved upward to
capture her mouth again. Their breath mingled and their tongues
tangled with each other, and still the kiss continued. Deanna leaned
farther back against the pillows and drew Will closer to her, wrapping
arm tightly around his waist and crushing him to her body. Her legs
entwined with his, rocking her hips against his and rolling over on
top of his body. The heated contact between them grew and quickly
intensified. She passionately kissed her way around his broad chest
and shoulders, teasing a groan from the back of his throat.

"Oh. . .  Dee. . . " He clenched his fist in her hair, pulling her
back up to kiss him again, and again, sliding his tongue into her
mouth. His hands worshipped her body in ardent exploration. The taut
peaks of her breasts dragged against the hair on his chest and Deanna
sighed, pressing herself closer to the delicious friction.  Will
curved his hand around her hip and began stroking his way downwards.

"Imzadi. . . " she trailed off, and Will ceased in his motions, his 
hand just inches away from the glistening black curls between her
thighs.

"Yes Dee?" His hand slipped lower and intimately cupped her sex in his
hand, cradling the damp silken flesh in his palm. His bearded jaw was
set with determination and his eyes dilated with desire as he smiled
up at her wickedly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N..No, Will, please!" She shook her head from side to side, her
tongue darting out to wet her lips.  Her hips tilted upwards towards
his questing fingers. Will slipped them into her hot, moist folds and
continued stroking her, watching the first tremors overcome her
shaking body even as he grit his teeth to regain control over the urge
to take her then and there

<Please, what?> He teased mentally, enjoying her shudder as he
caressed her mind with erotic promises.

"Don't stop, Will!" she gasped as he slipped his finger up and into
her, the rest of his hand applying slight pressure to the center of
her body. Her gasp of pleasure was caught by his mouth as the thrust
of his tongue mirrored the motions of his finger. Even as he continued
the brutally tender kiss, Will rolled her over into the mattress,
gazing deep into her passion-filled eyes as he took his finger from
her beckoning depths, and tore his mouth away from hers.

"Like that, did you, Imzadi?" he breathed, trying to control his rapid
pulse as he felt her heartbeat race against his. Her mumbled response
was incoherent.

Will lowered himself down her body, kissing and licking a winding down
her chest and stomach, stopping just after he reached her navel.

"What was that, Dee? I don't think I heard you." He flicked his tongue
into her navel, knowing that if he didn't have her soon, he would
explode. He tried to slow down, wanting to savor each and every moment
with her.

"Wi. . .  WILL!" she cried, tangling her hands into his hair and 
drawing him ever closer to her. He never ceased in his heated kisses,
winding his way down, running his hands then his tongue over her
thighs, goosebumps breaking out on his flesh at the less than gentle
rasp of her nails against his scalp. He ran his hand over her burning
flesh again, then pressed his mouth against her and kissed the center
of her core, slipping his tongue over the swollen flesh. Deanna closed
her eyes, lost in the liquid heat of desire, wantonly rocking under
his mouth.

"Oh gods, I can't take this anymore. Will, please." Will raised his
head and laved a path back up her body, positioning himself at her
entrance. He just barely brushed against her with his hardness,
perspiration covering his body with a fine sheen as he pulled her
flush against him . . .  needing to be a part of her, melding their
bodies as fluidly as their souls.

Deanna caught his arms in her trembling hands and stretched them full
length against hers, bracing her arms back against the mattress,
allowing a slow deliberate penetration, digging her nails into the
thin fabric of the pillowcase to brace herself against the thick
length stretching her inner walls to the limit.. Her unfocused eyes
slid opened feeling own burn their way deeper into her soul, claiming
her as his as he was her own.

Her legs tangled high around his waist, drawing his length completely
inside and gripping tightly, wanting to hold him forever.

"Imzadi, I love you," he proclaimed, drawing her sweat slicked body
further into his embrace, gathering her into his arms and withdrawing
and thrusting deeper into her body, as release washed over them in a
fierce frenzy.

Will cradled her face in his hands and devoured her mouth even as she
moaned his name into his mind in a final, ecstatic release.

The sounds of harsh, uneven breathing filled the air as Will slowly
rolled off Deanna's body so as not to crush her. She rested on top him
again, laying her head on his chest, a languid heat suffusing her
limbs. He traced a sensuous line up and down her spine and she raised
her head slightly at the low tone of his voice.

"Well, this evening has gone as planned for me, how about you?"

"As planned? What do you mean?" She ran her hand down the hair on his
leg and he caught it and raised her to his lips, pressing soft kisses
over each finger.

"Well, after my shift was over I wanted to do two things, get my robe
and go to bed. I'm in the bed, and my robe is right here." He gestured
to the bunched up fabric, lying under him. "What more could a man ask
for?"

"I could think of one or two things." Deanna replied, her eyes
twinkling as she readjusted herself on his body so that she was
straddling him

"And they would be?" he asked, completely content as he lay back and
closed his eyes.

"Maybe I'd better show you." She leaned over and kissed his lips till
he groaned in needful hunger yet again, then slid down his chest and
began to demonstrate.

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The End

Written 1998 – Revised 2008