By Carol Sandford


Chapter 02


Stepping together into the huge circular bath with the steam and scents from the thick foam that obscured their bodies as they, inch by inch, disappeared into its depths until, at last, they settled with a contented sigh with only their heads and creamy shoulders visible.

The ornate bathroom was only lit by the candlelight that flickered shadows across the contented plains of each others faces. Bliss was etched into their smiles and seduction was evident in their smoky eyes as they watched and devoured each other across the tub. Torment was in the fingers that caressed below the surface of the thick foam. Pleasure was the tiny gasps that slipped easily from their lips when they dared to touch places that could only tremble beneath their fingertips.

"You know what would really make this perfect, Will?"

Will's eyes had closed as she tormented his upper thigh with her hand, but he opened them with feint surprise at her words. "What could be more perfect than this, Deanna?"

Deanna sighed as she sunk even lower into the water so that the suds tickled her chin and the bubbles clung to the few spirals of hair that had escaped the clasp that sat high on her head. Her voice almost dripped with ecstasy as she uttered one word."Chocolate."

Will laughed out aloud as he watched the woman he loved melt at just thinking about her favourite treat. He felt her move against his fingers and toes as though she was about to orgasm any moment. She was the only woman he knew that could put something like a candy above almost anything else.


Deanna almost jumped out of the bath with shock as the huge gush of water got sucked away from her body temporarily as he suddenly leaped out of the bath and made a grab for the huge fluffy towel and began rubbing his body with such speed that for a moment Deanna thought he was angry with her.

But seconds later she spotted the playful grin as the man she totally adored hastily told her, "If my Imzadi wants chocolate, then chocolate she shall have. I want this day to be perfect, and that is what it's going to take, then so be it."

Deanna sat up and leaned on the ornate bath's edge as she watched with amusement as he tried to tug clothes on his still damp body. Skipping the underpants and the socks and slipping his boots on, he hopped the last foot and planted a quick kiss on her startled, but grinning mouth. "Don't go away, I'll be right back."

Barely a second later she heard the door slam with a resounding thud and she finally laughed out loud as she listened to his footsteps pounding down the hallway like a bat out of hell.

Still chuckling, Deanna climbed out of the steaming tub and wrapped her own body in the luxurious huge towel that was so big that it dragged along behind her like a wedding gown train. Deanna giggled at the thoughts that raced through her mind with the image that sprung to her mind. There was no doubt in her mind that a wedding was imminent and she had a hunch that Will was going to, 'pop the question' on this very holiday. Deanna sighed with an inner contentment that hadn't been with her for many years.

She hadn't felt this way since their very first coupling in the Jalara jungle so long ago on Betazed. That had been the first time that she had been certain of Will's love for her. This was the second, only this time there was no running away. Will had gotten everything he wanted in life. Almost everything as even his chance at a captaincy seemed to be on the cards now. And now there was them. Will had finally, and at last accepted his fate, and his destiny. And that destiny was her.

At that moment, Deanna was beside herself with happiness.

Drawn to the enormous window, Deanna pulled aside the heavy drapes and the netting and opened both windows. Outside there was a tiny balcony and Deanna figured it was more of a safety barrier than a balcony because she could barely get one foot onto it. Instead she leaned her elbows on the ebony rail and let the curtains fall against her back.

Deanna idly scanned the main avenue below for Will's tall figure. Twilight was settling in and the steady flow of people leaving and entering various shops were all intent on their own lives and oblivious to the beautiful woman that watched them from above wearing nothing more than a towel and a serene smile.

Moments later, Deanna heard the click of the door closing, but she was watching a mother with her infant son who was throwing a paddy in the middle of the street. Deanna spoke over her shoulder, "I'm over here, honey, you should see this little guy, he's giving his mommy a day in he..."

Deanna didn't even hear his approach until suddenly, she felt his hand cover her eyes and his whispered words close to her ear. "Shhhhhhhh, don't turn around."

Deanna chuckled delightedly as his body pressed against hers, his arousal already firm as it pushed against the small of her back. "I was expecting chocolate, Wi..."

Her voice suddenly broke off as he's arm tightened around her midriff, his own voice coming out harsher than he intended. "No, don't use my name. Tonight, I am Imzadi. Promise me you'll only call me Imzadi." His low growl defied ignoring, "Promise me, Deanna."

Deanna sighed with contentment. She was right after all. Tonight was going to be very special. Tonight was going to be the one that they would never, ever forget. Tonight she was certain that Will was going to ask her to marry him. Tonight he was going to love her, inside and out. Over and over. Tonight she was all his.

"I promise, Imzadi."

His fingers traced a path up her body as his lips showered feather-like kisses along her shoulder, his breath scorching its own path before each kiss, alternately making her shudder with cold ecstasy first, and hot promising, burning heat with the next, and she groaned with pleasure.

As he reached the delicate lobe of her ear once more, she sensed the new urgency within him, but she could do no more than wait. His tongue traced a path around the sensitive skin until at last, he spoke.

"Promise me you wont turn around, Deanna, no matter what I do, or say. You must promise me you won't turn around."

Deanna felt the first queasy sensation of fear, but dismissed it almost as quickly as it came. This was her Imzadi, the man who worshipped the ground she walked on. The man who would give up his life for her in a heartbeat. The man she loved. The man she could no more fear if her life depended on it.

"I promise, Imzadi."

She not only felt, but heard his relief along with the excitement of whatever she had permitted him to do. Moments later Deanna caught her breath with anticipation as she felt the hem of the towel begin to rise.

He still seemed to be reluctant to move his hand away from her eyes, until Deanna moved to remove it herself along with a hushed, "I promise." Slowly, very slowly, he moved his hand away from her face and Deanna felt it trail down the other side of her body as it reached the towel's travel on its way up.

Deanna felt the chilled rush of air as her naked legs became exposed to the cooling evening breeze. It only heightened her arousal, but not as much as the touch of his tongue to the delicate rear of her knee. Her hands gripped the rail as a rush of heat threatened to buckle her legs. It was all she could do not to cry out with surprise, so she allowed a pitiful whimper to leave her lips instead. Her eyes fell shut as she let herself be taken away with the cascade of erotic emotions that filled her every sense and every pore. She could feel her body trembling as he continued his quest.

His tongue burned a slow, languorous trail up the velvety line of her leg, pausing only long enough to stop and start again on the other leg as his hands worked their own magic on her waist and tiny ribcage.

As his tongue reached her inner thigh, she felt him nudge her with his nose. Her eyes flew open as his intent hit her with full force. "Oh my God, Imzadi, I can't do this out here!"

His two simple words, "Trust me." quelled her fears, and then seconds later, she shifted her foot to allow the the access he sought. She felt him rise to a stand once more, but his hands never left her fevered body. He was intent on keeping the fire that was slowly building inside her. He was a master at his game and Deanna trusted him enough to put herself totally at his mercy.

Snaking his hands up under the towel's tight knot, he found her breasts. They were hot, hard and desperately in need of his touch, a fact he discovered when Deanna's low moan slipped out as he cupped one full mound that almost begged to be caressed.

With one hand intend on her breasts, the other hand found its way to the apex of her thighs. He was gratified to find her already damp, hot and swollen from the promise of what was to come. He felt her trembling beneath his agile fingers as they began to work their magic; stroking her, tormenting her, promising her, tempting her, teasing her, and loving her.

And he did love her, with all his heart. Ever since they had parted on that fateful day on Betazed, his heart had carried around an ache that turned to pain whenever he had come near her, or had touched her. Then he had watched her walk away with another. But tonight, the heartache was gone and for the first time in years, he felt free.

She was getting close, he could feel it. It was time. It had to be now, or never. This was his one big chance to show her how much he wanted her, and cared for her. And he was more than ready for her. Quickly pushing down the zipper, he let his own throbbing ache free of its confines so that it could find its way home to where it belonged.

Deanna barely contained her sigh when she felt the unmistakable velvety sheaf of his penis as it searched for heaven, and for home. Deanna couldn't stop herself from leaning into him, guiding him to where he belonged, and that was deep, deep inside her body. No man in the entire universe made her feel the way that he did when he loved her. Bodies connected, and then so did their hearts, minds, and souls. They all combined at one sacred moment for them, like now and it was enough to almost make them both howl at the rising moon.

And it was all down to one man. The same man that loved her now, inside and out. Her Riker. Her Imzadi. No other came even close to him and she never wanted any other. They had found each other again, and this time, they had it all; a home and a career that they could share with their family, the crew of the Enterprise. And a future. At long last, they had a future, together.

But none of this mattered right here, or right now. As he loved her, caressed her, urged her on with words, some came from his mouth, but everything else came from his heart. He quickened the pace as he felt the explosion becoming imminent. Deanna could feel the urgency in his thrusting movements, her own mirroring his as she pushed herself against him even harder. He grasped her tiny waist as he clung on for dear life. One, two, three. As he filled her erupting body with his own excruciating release, he dragged her away from the railing and pulled her hard against his body, enfolding her within his arms to ride the roller coaster ride together.

Barely a minute later as they both gasped for precious breath, Deanna felt his whisper close to her ear once more, "Always remember I love you, Imzadi." and then he let her go. Still trembling from the aftershocks, Deanna could do no more than clutch the railings once more. This time she looked to the streets not quite believing what she had done in such a public place. But then she smiled impishly as she realised that she had rather enjoyed the thought.

But her thoughts turned to sheer terror as she spied a familiar figure making his way towards the hotel with a large ornate box, complete with a huge red ribbon tucked beneath his arm. Spotting her from afar, Will beamed as he frantically waved hello to her. Deanna could do no more but to wave back as her head desperately tried to get around what had just happened.

The man she had just had mind blowing sex with could not possibly have been Will. She tried to juggle within her mind how long it would have taken Will to have left her and run far enough up the street to make it seem like he was playing a game with her. But it had only been a minute since he had left her. Barely enough time to get to the foyer.

Deanna's mind spun with every emotion imaginable, but only one went over an over.




There was only one other man that could make love to her in that way. That could make her feel that way. That loved her that way, and that man was locked away in a Cardassian prison.

Or was he?

She watched Will's figure disappear into the foyer below her. Suddenly she became frantic. What on Earth was she to do?! It was then that she remembered what this holiday was all about. It was supposed to be a celebration between two people who were about to spend the rest of their lives together. It was about two people who at last, had decided to commit to each other, totally.

It was about Deanna Troi and William T. Riker.

It was not about Thomas Riker. Somehow, some way, Thomas Riker was free and on this planet, in this tiny town, and he had just made mind-blowing love to the woman who ditched him to be with his mirror twin.

Deanna felt torn. As much as she loved Will Riker, somewhere in the back of her mind, in the corner of her huge heart, there was still a place for Thomas Riker. There would always be a place for him.

But not here, not now, not this weekend, nor in her future.

Her mind made up, Deanna hastily raced into the bathroom, shedding the towel as she did so. And when Will walked into the room barely seconds later, Deanna was up to her chin in rapidly dissolving bubbles again.

Will laughed as he stepped into the bathroom. Hastily throwing the box of chocolates to one side, he quickly threw his few clothes off and sunk into the cooling water beside her.

"Right, where were we..."

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