By Carol Sandford


Chapter 02


He should have seen it coming. He should have felt her coming. Will didn't even see the slender arm snake out and grip the front of his shirt until he felt the tug, heaving him towards the shadows of the darkened corridor. Within a heartbeat, the same hand snaked up behind his neck as he felt his body flatten against the wall and a pair of soft, moist and deliciously warm lips touch his, her tongue already sweeping in to mate his.

Will couldn't stop the guttural moan from leaving his lungs. Deanna Troi had been on his mind constantly since their last encounter. He'd been waiting for this moment. He'd *lived* this moment, over and over again in his dreams but hadn't thought it would arrive, just yet, if at all.

And now it had and his heart melted with relief.

Will thought he had scared the young Betazoid off when he'd thwarted her advances at the wedding and he'd continually kicked himself in the head ever since, certain that he would not get another chance to continue where they had left off. Where he'd deliberately severed her from his soul, he emended.

She'd touched him, deep down, in places that no other had touched and that had scared him. He briefly wondered if it was because she was an alien, or whether it was because she had been so blatant in her approach. It had been new to him and it had unnerved him some.

But now, as his large hands pulled her hard up against him, Will had been glad that he'd played hard to get. He was now as hot for her as she was for him.


Desperate, fumbling fingers grazed his chest through his shirt as her frantic kisses echoed her need. She blazed a path down to his waist with her hand, ramming her eager fingers into the waist band of his pants in her effort to reach for the one part of him that would quench the raging thirst that boiled within her.

This time Will let her. Welcomed her.

Sucking in his stomach to allow her the freedom to roam, Will moaned into her mouth with he felt her warm fingertips curve around him, her thumb sweeping over the tip, spreading the warm droplet of moisture that had already pooled there in anticipation of her touch.

The gasp of surprise left her lips and then quickly turned into a groan of appreciation as her tongue swept deeper. The hand that cupped his head turned aggressive as she tugged on the dark hair, pulling him nearer, deeper. Will gladly acceded, completely lost.

A voice, distant within the building, filtered through the sexual haze that hugged close to the couple and they reluctantly ripped their mouths apart, their breaths heavy and tortured as they listened for the source. Deanna's eyes held his, pleading for Will to not stop; not to let the intrusion end what they so badly needed to finish themselves.

Deanna felt one of Will's hands leave her and reach along the wall behind him and she dimly wondered what he was doing. His hand searched and found what he was looking for as he shuffled them both along a foot or so. It was a handle. Turning and opening the door, Will's face grinned devilishly as he backed them both inside.

It was a washroom. A very small washroom, consisting of a loo and a vanity unit, and absolutely nothing else. But they didn't need anything more.

Using her own hand, Deanna reached and turned the lock with a definite and resounding, 'click'. "See," she whispered, "it seems we were destined to have this moment." as she grinned back at him in the muted darkness, turning the not-so romantic setting into a sensual love-nest, just for them.

As Will gamely grinned back at her, his eyes alight with mischief, he swung her around and lifted her onto the vanity unit.

Stifling the giggle that rose, Deanna clung to his shoulders as her legs automatically wound themselves around his waist as he edged himself between her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge. In truth, there had been no where else for him to go, other than sitting them both upon the loo, but he figured this way was much more romantic; more refined. More intense. More fun.

"Now then," he said, his voice turning husky with desire as he reached down between them and undid his fly. His other hand tugged at her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, exposing her bare legs which trembled with anticipation. "where were we?"

Will watched as Deanna reached her own hand down and pulled aside her panties, the other circled him, guiding him towards her, letting go when she felt the hard tip touch her soft heat. Meeting Will's steady gaze, Deanna's hands found the edge of the vanity and waited. She was totally at his mercy.

Slowly, Will tormented her, letting only the end of him enter her before withdrawing, taking her own liquid with him. He wallowed in the passionate sound of her juices begging him to fill her. Complete her. But despite the urgent moment, and the danger of being caught making-out in the barracks, Will was determined to take his time, much to her utter frustration.

Fascinated, they both stared down at their almost joined bodies, watching Will tease her dampened folds. It was the most erotic thing they had each done, even though sex for each was nothing new. It was always a carnal release between two people, nothing more.

But this time, this moment, for them, was different.

Centimetre by centimetre, Will nudged himself in to her willing and wanton body. As he went deeper, Deanna's eyes left their united bodies and searched his face. Will was already watching her, watching her mouth fall open as he slowly filled her. He was large, he knew that, but she easily took him into her. He wanted to go deeper. He wanted to go in so deep that he would touch her womb, the very heart of her. He wanted to hear her moan of pain when he reached a place that he hoped no other had.

Sliding his hand down her creamy thighs, Will cupped his hands behind her knees, lifting her higher. Startled, Deanna's eyes searched his in the dimness of the room, but she didn't need to see him to know his plans. Will wanted to go the whole way, and she, God help her, she wanted him to. But even she knew that it wasn't just their bodies that were going to connect in the most intimate of ways, it was going to be everything. Bodies, hearts, minds and souls, and she was ready for it. Wanted it, needed it. Ached for it, and was already on the brink of the abyss.

"Do it, Will" she breathed, preparing herself, opening herself fully for him, on every level. "Take me there."

Will swallowed her cry of euphoria as he thrust himself into her, pulling her hard against his body as reached his goal, feeling the resistance of her womb as he touched heaven. Her frantic, high-pitched cries as she rocked against him were his undoing and as he kissed her deeply, he felt his body prepare to release it's life-giving seed. But as he let go along with her, something happened. Something fathomless. Something precious. Opening his eyes as he tore his mouth away from hers to take in a grateful breath, Will saw his shadowy reflection in the mirror before him, and what he saw made his heart stop.

His blue eyes were suffused with desire, but he looked deeper than what he saw on the surface. Was this what love looked like? he wondered. When all else disappeared from thought apart from giving everything to the woman in your arms. Was she giving him everything in return, or was this just another sexual encounter for her?

Will studied the woman before her with more intent than he meant. His hand left her thigh and traced a finger along her jawline, tucking a wild curl behind her ear. His eyes followed his hands path, but his thoughts were far from her. Further than he wanted. Further than they ought to be, seeing her with another man, and then another. and then another.

Deanna Troi was a good-time girl, not a stayer, and he was a wanderer; born to roam the stars and experience all what freedom entailed. That was until he came here, to Betazed, to her. He'd fallen in love, and he wanted her love in return, but could he have it? Could this moment of madness go beyond simply that? Could she give him what he wanted in return?


"I can, Will, that and more than you could ever know." Deanna murmured, her face so close to his that he could feel her breath mingle with his. Her arms crept around his neck as she spoke quietly to him, her fingers tracing tiny, soothing circles upon the back of his neck, "I know what you think I am, but I am only like you. I'm not going to deny that I've had my share of men, just as you have had your share of women, but can't you feel it, Will.?" she pleaded, "Can't you feel the difference between those others and us?"

Quietly, as Will considered her question he rose his hand and traced her jawline, her cheeks thoughtfully. "Yes," he said with sudden surprise, the realization making his heart lift. "Yes, I can."

Pulling her close, Will nestled his face against her hair allowing himself the pleasure of just knowing that his love was reciprocated until he finally asked, pushing her back away from so that he could watch her reaction to his revelation."So where do we go from here?" he asked. "You could be pregnant with my baby."

He hadn't even considered contraception up until that moment. Hell, he hadn't even considered the consequences of this sexual encounter, period! But, Man-Above, now he'd made love to Deanna, he was beyond caring about consequences. He wanted her. He wanted more than what he'd gotten.

And as much as she wanted it, too, Deanna knew without a shadow of a doubt that a child had not been created, as much as her own heart yearned for it. A small, tender smile lit up her features as she spoke. "Is that what you want, Will, for us to have a baby?"

And without a shadow of a doubt he answered her with an honestly that tore at his soul and his voice was hoarse with emotion as his forehead met hers and rested tenderly upon it, unable to stop the truth from spilling from his lips. "God, yes."

Mutually, they pulled apart and looked into each others faces and Will smiled ruefully. "No, I guess not - not yet, anyhow."

Deanna's tiny smile lit up her face as merriment created a sparkle in her dark, ebony eyes and once again, Will melted.

"But one day..."

"Yes," she sighed, smiling as she moulded herself against his body again. "one day."

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