The BLTS Archive - Empath Exploration
by Velvet Storm (cher237@hotmail.com)

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Published: 05-24-05 - Updated: 05-24-05

Takes place about a month after Odan leaves

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"What did you just say?" Deanna exclaimed, eyes wide, hands on her
hips. She and Wil had been having breakfast in her quarters when she
brought up the topic of her studying to become an official officer on
the bridge. The conversation started out innocently enough; Deanna
asking Wil if he would help her study turned into a session of
miscommunication when Wil said that he didn't think now was a good
time for her. "You think I can't do it?"

Wil sighed, standing up, towering beside her small frame. "Deanna," he
said softly. "That's not what I said. I just don't think now is a good
time. There are too many other things going on that demand your
attention. And it's not an easy test."

Fighting her building anger, Deanna said, "That's my point. You think
because of my other duties that I won't be able to spend enough time
studying in order to pass the test."

Wil smiled, thinking she understood. "Exactly," he said.

Deanna let out a frustrated grunt. "Oh! Sometimes...you think I can't
do it!" she finally said. "I can't believe you, Wil! Is there a
timeframe in which the test must be taken in regards to studying?"

After an annoyed sigh, Wil answered, "No, there's not. But it takes a
lot of concentration..."

"So now you think I can't concentrate enough," she exclaimed, biting
her lip to fight tears. She turned around with her back facing Wil.

"Deanna, you're being unreasonable," Wil said, raising his voice. "If
you'd just listen to what I'm saying you'd..."

"Don't you yell at me, Wil Riker," Deanna warned, turning around to
face him. "Get out! I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Deanna..."

"I said get out!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the door.

With heated aggravation rising inside him, Wil quickly turned and left
Deanna's quarters.

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Beverly spotted her friend in Ten Forward, working furiously on a hot
fudge sundae. /Uh oh/, she thought. Walking over to her table, she
asked, "May I join you?"

Deanna, caught with a spoonful of luscious chocolate ice cream covered
with more hot fudge in her hand halfway to her mouth, answered, "Of
course. Have a seat."

Beverly watched for a moment as Deanna devoured the sweet dessert
before her. "Wil?" she asked simply.

With a nod and another spoonful, Deanna answered, "That man is so
infuriating sometimes!"

Rolling her eyes, Beverly thought of similar frustrations towards Jean
Luc and more recently, Odan. "Aren't all men?" she asked with a laugh.

A small smile appeared on Deanna's face. "I think so," she said.
Pushing her own aggravation aside, she remembered Beverly's recent
loss. After Odan left, an intense sadness had surrounded Beverly for
weeks. "How are you doing?"

With a small shrug, Beverly answered, "As well as can be expected I
guess."

Deanna shook her head. "You know," she said, scraping the spoon along
the bottom of the dish. "We just need to forget about them for a
little while...give our minds a break."

With an evil smile, Beverly answered, "I still have that bottle of
vodka... the real stuff...that Geordi found for me a few months ago.
Why don't you stop by tonight and I'll bring it out for us
to...sample."

Nodding, Deanna said, "Oh that sounds good. I think a little
'sampling' is just what the counselor and doctor ordered."

Both women laughed at their word game.

"I have to get back to sickbay," Beverly announced, standing up. "See
you around 21:00?"

"I'll be there," Deanna said with a smile, waving her spoon in the
air.

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In preparation for the "forget about their man troubles" get together,
Beverly instructed the computer to play a soft jazz selection, knowing
it would help soothe both of them. After a hot shower, she'd dressed
in her blue satin chemise and matching robe to insure comfort.
Planning on drinking herself to oblivion, she wanted to make sure
she'd be ready for bed when she passed her limit.

About an hour later, Beverly heard the door chime. "Come," she said as
Deanna glided in, carrying a small duffle type bag with her.

"Got the glasses ready?" she asked, brushing by her, heading towards
the bathroom. "Be right out."

Moments later, Deanna emerged, dressed in an extra long white t-shirt,
her curls hanging loose. "Okay," she said, taking the small glass from
Beverly. "Shall we begin?"

They shared a laugh, Beverly sitting on the couch, Deanna on the floor
nearby, as they poured a small amount of the clear liquid into their
glasses.

Holding it up in the air, Beverly said, "To us."

"To us," Deanna agreed, lightly clinking her glass to Beverly's.

As each of them drank the liquid, both of them scrunched up their
face, madly shaking their head.

"Whew!" Deanna said, licking her lips. "That's strong!"

"I agree," Beverly said. "But do you feel that warm sensation down
your throat?"

"And into your stomach," Deanna added. "It's incredible."

"Another sample?" Beverly said, holding the large bottle up.

"Please," Deanna answered, handing her the glass.

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An hour later, Beverly had somehow joined Deanna on the floor, both
laughing easily, their heads spinning in a wonderful swirl of
intoxication. Deanna was laughing so hard from their conversations she
had tears streaming down her face. Beverly's sides were hurting as
were her jaw muscles. Yet they both laughed harder. They were in rare
form.

"Shhh..." Beverly said, trying to quiet down. "We don't...want anyone
to hear us."

"Well, if they do," Deanna said, pointing towards the bottle. "We'll
tell them the devil made us do it."

That only made them laugh more.

A vision of the female Odan popped into Beverly's mind, causing her to
slow her laughing until she was quiet.

Deanna noticed the emotional change instantly. "What's wrong?" she
asked, trying to stop the room from spinning.

With a sigh, Beverly answered simply, "Odan."

Deanna nodded, understanding.

"He... well... she I guess," Beverly began, her silliness gone. "They
got me thinking. I mean, when we love someone, what do we really
love?" She paused seeing Deanna was listening intently. "Do we love
their physical body? Or who they are inside...which is technically
neither male or female..., right?"

"Not everyone can see past the gender," Deanna said, suddenly
remembering an experience she had had as a young woman. "It takes time
to get used to."

Beverly had to confess something. It had been eating her alive inside
and the alcohol made her inhibitions disappear. "Remember when I told
you how she kissed the inside of my wrist before leaving?" she asked
quietly.

"Yes and you said you didn't know how you felt about that," Deanna
told her, happy she could recall that memory at the moment.

"Well...I know now," Beverly said, her heart pounding. She'd never
told anyone. With the liquor having removed her hesitation however,
she said, "It was kind of erotic."

Deanna's eyes widened. "You liked it!" she said laughing. "You liked
it!"

"Yeah I did," Beverly admitted laughing at Deanna's giddiness. "I
can't explain it though. It was new...as if it were forbidden... and
it was so different from a man's touch."

"I know exactly what you mean," Deanna said before she realized what
she had just insinuated. She blushed after the fact.

It was Beverly's turn for surprise. "What?" she exclaimed. "Deanna,
what are you saying?" She slapped her playfully on the arm. "You'd
better start talking!"

"Oh gosh," Deanna said, allowing her mind to visit the place she
normally hid. "I've never told anyone this." She took a deep breath.
"Well, when I was a young woman on Betazoid, I met Kina. She was older
than me by about ten years and was very open-minded. We met through
mutual friends and found we had a lot in common. She's the one who
helped me sharpen my empath skills." Deanna paused, picturing the
woman in her mind. "Kina was beautiful, inside and out. I looked up to
her and loved spending time with her. One evening after dinner in her
dwelling, Kina approached me about my sexual orientation, asked me why
I never looked at women like I looked at men. I told her I wasn't
attracted to women like I was men." Deanna paused again, the memory of
that night suddenly very vivid to her. "She promptly told me I needed
to open my mind, that love was to be shared among all and not
restricted to gender. Then she asked if I would allow her to touch
me."

"Touch you?" Beverly asked, listening intently to Deanna's words. Her
story was fascinating! She quickly poured another shot for them both.

"I wasn't sure what to say," Deanna continued after taking her shot.
"I knew she would be offended if I told her no. And I didn't really
want to say no. There was something curious about the whole thing."

"What did she do?" Beverly asked.

With an immediate smile, Deanna answered, "We didn't do much really.
She kissed me, my lips and my neck. And she...caressed my breasts...
her touch...it was unlike anything I'd ever known."

Beverly was smiling. "You liked it," she stated. "It intrigued you."

In understanding, Deanna nodded. "Yes it did. Like Odan's kiss
intrigued you, her kisses... her touches also intrigued me."

Both women fell silent, soft jazz still playing in the background,
each caught up in their own thoughts and curiosities. Moments passed
until they looked at each other with a softer expression, their
consumed alcohol removing all barriers and it was as if they had just
realized what they were saying. Here they were, two women, having just
admitted an interest in experiences with other women.

Deanna focused on Beverly's thoughts and discovered she was imagining
what Deanna's touch would feel like but wasn't sure if she should say
anything or not. Knowing this gave her the advantage and Deanna
decided to use it.

With her small hand, she reached up to gently touch Beverly's cheek,
wondering how she would respond but knowing she wanted it.

Much to her surprise, Beverly tilted her head, leaning into Deanna's
hand, closing her eyes at her feather light touch.

Deanna then reached down for Beverly's wrist, slowly bringing it up to
her lips, barely touching them to her warm skin in the same place Odan
had, sending shivers through Beverly's body. Seeing Beverly's reaction
and sensing her pleasure, Deanna kissed slightly harder, her wet
tongue softly gliding across Beverly's skin as a quiet moan escaped
from the other woman's parted lips.

Beverly opened her eyes, the question they asked answered by Deanna's
actions. She noticed there was a soft lustful gleam in Deanna's dark
brown pools of color and Beverly couldn't help but find it alluring.
She reached up, lightly running her finger along Deanna's full lips,
wondering if they were really as soft as they seemed.

Deanna, sensing Beverly's longing, let go of her wrist and began to
play with the red locks of her hair. She leaned forward, inhaling
Beverly's sweet perfume, and slowly... lightly touched her lips to
hers. Beverly ever so slightly pulled back at the new sensation, but
found herself enjoying the gentleness. Deanna's lips were soft and
full and wet.

Beverly had never known lips to feel this way. Her head was spinning
with excitement, mingling with her intoxication. She returned
Deanna's  kiss, firmly pressing her lips against hers as shared
passion began to grow. They both opened their mouths and tasted each
other, their  tongues circling the other's, probing into the wetness.

Breathless, they pulled away, eyes locked onto the other's, searching
for any bit of resistance but finding only growing desire for more
exploration.

"Touch me," Beverly whispered, almost asking. If her lips were that
soft... if her touch was that gentle... she didn't know if she could
handle more.

Eyes down towards Beverly's unrestrained breasts, Deanna lifted a hand
to reach out and touch one beneath the silky blue material.
Immediately Beverly's eyes closed as Deanna cupped her breast in her
hand, feeling the weight...the firmness. She ran her fingertips over
Beverly's erect and hard nipple as Beverly quietly moaned and tilted
her head back. Deanna squeezed slightly harder, adding her other hand
to Beverly's other breast, massaging both.

"Oh god," Beverly breathed, amazed at Deanna's touch. No man had ever
caused these sensations before. //Is this how Odan would have made her
feel?// Lifting her head, she smiled at Deanna through pleasure filled
eyes and asked, "May I touch you?"

"Please," Deanna answered as Beverly touched her breasts, unsure at
first, but then realized it was like touching her own. She gently
squeezed and massaged, happy when Deanna's eyes closed with a moan.
"Oh that's wonderful," she whispered when Beverly carefully pinched
her nipples between her fingers. She'd forgotten just how incredible a
woman's touch was.

Beverly shifted on the pillow she'd been resting on so she was laying
down, Deanna following suit. Wanting and needing more, she ran her
fingertips along Beverly's bare legs and slid her hand under the
chemise until she found the nipples begging for attention. Beverly was
also caressing Deanna's ivory skin, her thighs and hips, finding her
breasts under her shirt.

Both were softly moaning, the triangle of heat between their legs
causing their hips to slowly gyrate in reaction as they fondled and
caressed the other. Deanna slid the blue chemise up until she could
see Beverly's mounds of flesh. Beverly, having already lost her robe,
lifted the chemise over her head, it landing nearby on the floor.
Deanna brought her lips to her breasts, licking the hard pebbles,
gently sucking them into her warm mouth, a louder moan coming from
Beverly.

Waves of electricity shot through Beverly, directly to her very
center. She reached down to touch herself for some release, but Deanna
pushed  her hand away. "Let me," she whispered, as her fingers danced
and tickled their way down to the curls between Beverly's legs. With
Deanna's tongue suckling her breast and her fingers gently probing and
teasing between her legs, Beverly writhed in pleasure. Her whole body
felt as if it were on fire.

"Oh....oh god... oh right there," Beverly breathed, her breath
immediately becoming erratic, her hips pulsing up and down. With one
hand, Deanna had spread her folds and was flicking the small nub back
and forth, bringing Beverly to the feeling of climax quicker than
she'd  ever known before.

Deanna had always wanted to taste a woman, to bring her to orgasm with
her mouth. She had always regretted she and Kina hadn't done more.
Beverly  was close and needed release. She kissed down her stomach,
moving to  settle between Beverly's legs, opening them slightly to
make room. She looked up, the expression of pleasure masking Beverly's
beautiful face, and whispered, "May I?"

Glancing down to see Deanna centimeters away from the center of her
burning desire, Beverly breathed, "Oh please... please do."

Looking at the sight before her, Deanna used both hands to separate
the folds, revealing the button of pleasure she sought. She recognized
the scent, similar to her own, and found she was turned on even more
by it. Her tongue licked at first like she was eating an ice cream
cone, but then she soon learned by Beverly's pulsing hips and loud
moans what felt  the best. She dipped her tongue lower, tasting the
cream slipping from her opening, spreading the silky substance up over
the swollen nub. She switched back and forth between sucking on it
like a lollypop and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Beverly
seemed to like the latter best.

Wondering what it would sound like to hear her orgasm, Deanna didn't
want to wait any longer. She pulled her folds a little wider, flicking
her tongue across the soft fleshy lobe, Beverly's moans melting into
short groans as her hips rose and fell.

"Keep... doing... that..." Beverly breathed. "Yes... oh
god...yes...yes... yes!" She cried out, Deanna struggling to keep
contact with the instant spasming of her body, her head twisting and
turning, groaning in ecstasy. She slowed her tongue as Beverly's moans
quieted and hips slowed.

Deanna stopped when she felt Beverly pull away slightly, panting,
trying to catch her breath. She lay beside her, quite satisfied with
her accomplishment. It was incredible to watch Beverly and listen to
her  orgasm.  It was then she noticed the moisture and heat seeping
from her own growing desire.

"Can I do that to you?" Beverly asked, wondering how it would be, how
it would taste. And she felt so unbelievably good, so satisfied, she
just had to make her friend feel the same.

"I'd love that," Deanna whispered, sliding her shirt up and off,
tossing it aside. Beverly covered her body with her own, her hands
crawling everywhere, caressing, teasing. She licked and sucked at the
erect nipples before her, pleased when she saw Deanna's eyes close and
heard her soft whimpers.

After a few minutes, Beverly kissed her way down Deanna's flat stomach
to the curly brown hair beckoning her. Recognizing the scent of
desire, she readjusted herself between Deanna's legs, carefully
opening the  small  folds before her. As a doctor, seeing a woman's
anatomy was nothing new. But  this  was different. She wasn't a doctor
now and Deanna wasn't her patient.  Beverly leaned  in close,  lightly
licking  the  center  of  Deanna's pleasure, tasting a woman for the
first time. It was mainly sweet and quickly decided she liked it. She
loved how her nub rolled around under her tongue as she licked and
suckled it.

Deanna's groans grew louder, her head turning from side to side, eyes
squeezed shut. She fought to keep her hips still, to allow Beverly to
bring her to orgasm, but it was near impossible. "Oh yes... oh  my...
that's incredible," she breathed, squeezing the pillow beside her.
"Slide a finger in me... please."

Obliging, Beverly slowly slid a long slender finger inside of Deanna,
marveling at the warm spongy tissue she felt. She slid it in and out,
her tongue working feverishly, as Deanna began to thrust her hips
towards Beverly. "Oh... yes... that's it... ah!" she screamed, her
body writhing and twisting in pleasure.

Beverly continued until Deanna quieted, then lay beside her while she
caught her breath. "Wil's never done it like that," she panted. "Oh my
gosh."

Smiling, Beverly was quite pleased with herself.

Deanna sat up, propping herself up on one arm. She leaned forward,
lightly kissing Beverly's lips, tasting her own desire. "I'm so glad
we did this," she told her friend. "It was incredible and beautiful."

"I think we learned something from this," Beverly added. It was
possible to overlook gender in sexual relations. She was looking
forward to touching Deanna again... tasting her again. There was so
much more she wanted to do, to try. They had reached a new level in
their friendship and she liked it.

"Mind if I stay here?" Deanna asked, lying back, spent, against the
pillow, eyes closing.

"I planned on it," Beverly answered, succumbing to both relaxation and
sleepiness from the consumed alcohol.

Both women wrapped their arms around each other, quickly falling into
a deep, sound, satisfied sleep.

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The End