By Carol Sandford


Chapter 02


"I demand another chance, Will"

Will stared at the tiny tornado who stood before him with her hands on her hips, a fire in her heart and a passion that blazed in her eyes, and with nothing less than shock flickered across his handsome features.

Desire sparked between the pair, and the air became static with barely curbed anger, hunger, hope and love. But Will wasn't ready to let Deanna get away with her earlier heart-stopping confession quite so easily.

Not yet.

His eyes glinted as he took the same stance as she, towering over her like a sentinel about to devour her whole. "Give me one good reason why I should, Deanna."

Her surprise clogged her throat with pain and her arms slipped straight, hanging limply at her sides, defeated and dismayed as she gurgled, "What!?"

The only time Deanna had seen Will's face turn sinister was when he was faced with someone, or something he didn't like, and he was looking at her in the same way as he began to prowl around her, his body rigid with suppressed tension, his words laced with mockery,

"What did you expect, Deanna? That I would be grateful that you've come to me? That I would say all is forgiven and forgotten? Well I'm sorry, Deanna, I don't forget that easily, not when it comes to us."

Deanna's heart hurt as it thumped against her rib cage. She wanted to cry. God, she wanted to cry, but not now, not when her future depended on making Will see reason.

Surely he must have understood her dilemma. He'd been drunk before so he had to know how she was feeling, and how easy it was to forget. She was damned if she was going to apologise for something that she had no recall of.

Will watched the play of emotions flicker across Deanna's beautiful face and he was silently sorry for doing what he was doing to her more than she'd ever know. Pride was standing in the way of reaching out and pulling her into his empty arms. Pride and a perverse longing to hear her utter the words and open her heart like she had when he'd carried her in his arms.

The intimate memory twisted his loins and he quietly groaned. But the groan was loud enough for Deanna to pick up the carnality within it. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her suddenly parched lips, watching Will's eyes suffuse with desire at the innocent action.

Stepping towards him, Deanna put herself close enough to him to reach out and touch her, if he wanted to. Turning her face up towards his, she pleaded, "I can't apologise for what I don't remember, Will, but please give me a chance to put things right. I want a second chance, and I'm going to take it."

Will drowned in her molten gaze, unable to help himself as he drew himself flush against her small frame. He wanted her to see how important the next few minutes would affect him, and he wanted to be close enough to reap the euphoria he knew he was about to feel.

A few more minutes and Deanna was going to be in his arms.

A few more minutes and his life was going to change forever.

A few more minutes and his soul was going to be reunited with hers.

Reaching up Will tenderly took hold her forearms and whispered, "Okay, Imzadi, you have your chance."

Without breaking her gaze, Deanna removed one large hand, capturing it within her own and placed it upon her chest. Her heartbeat was steady, strong and true and Will felt it pounding against his palm, feeling its power, feeling its love.

Her other hand meandered up to his thick corded neck, pulling his head down to hers, reaching her lips to meet his in a kiss that reflected her heart's ache for him. Reflected the love that poured up from her soul and into his, refilling it, reawakening their bond.

Breathlessly breaking away but not releasing her hold, Deanna searched his sex- infused eyes needing him to see, needing him to feel the honesty in her words,

"I love you, Imzadi." she whispered.

Will lovingly touched her mouth with a feather-light kiss, pulling her body closer to his, letting her feel how much her words, her kisses, her love meant to him, silently needing and begging for more.

Somehow his hand moved from her heart to the soft mound of her breast, and she strained against the pressure, her own body crying out for him to accept and take what she was offering him.

Will nuzzled against her throat, trailing his tongue up its slender length, continuing over her chin until meeting her open mouth again. But before the urgency to kiss her took over, he moaned, "Let me in, Deanna. Let me see what I saw again."

Their tongues met in a collision that left them gasping for air and whimpering. But Deanna tore her mouth away and Will, panting with exertion searched her eyes questioningly, the question dying on his lips when he saw the look upon her elfin face.

Reaching both hands into Will's hair, Deanna tightened her grip on the silky mass, holding his head firm. Time came to a standstill as Deanna's eyes locked with his. Blue against black. Woman against man.

Will felt his entire body and mind be taken over by the woman in his arms. An invisible force seemingly appeared and surrounded the lovers, imprisoning them within its arms, holding them close, letting its power transcend them to another time, another place, and another existence, one they both knew. One they both remembered.

Even though the room disappeared and a steamy place in the jungle filled their minds, the silence engulfed them like a blanket, pulling them together and holding them close. Fusing them into a oneness once more.

It was the spot where they had both become reborn. The place when their hearts, bodies and souls had intertwined and locked for eternity. The place where they had made love and become much more.

More than life itself. More than what their hearts could deal with.

Until now.

Over the years, they had grown stronger and wiser. The desire to be lovers had slipped to the back of their minds, along with the desire to control their destiny's. For the moment that Deanna had opened her heart to Will again, destiny itself had taken its own control.

Will gasped against Deanna's lips as his entire being became suffused with her, her own gasp was swallowed with his as they clung to one another, drenched in the union's intensity and their own passion forcing them both to their knees with the power within the two magnetic pulls.

Deanna's head fell against Will's chest as they both struggled to reign in what had happened between them. Will cradled her small head against his pounding heart, knowing that her own was thumping in unison with his and was as equally erratic.

Deanna pulled away from his sweat-soaked body just far enough so she could look up into Will's face, seeing the tiny beads of perspiration trailing down his face and knowing that hers mirrored his, along with the thoughts and desires that they both craved, as well as the acceptance and the honour of being Imzadi again.

Trailing a long nail down Will's chest and catching a tiny nipple on its descent, Deanna smiled seductively into Will's smouldering eyes, "So, Imzadi, are we going to complete this union on my carpet or are you going to take me to bed like a proper gentleman?"

As Will took her shoulder and pushed her into the plush, soft fibre's of the maroon carpet before laying prone along her body, he growled possessively as his mouth descended towards hers, "Whoever told you I was a gentleman has obviously never seen a Riker in love."

"You're in love with me!?"

Will grinned, his hand already reaching for the hem of her dress, "You want proof?"

Deanna gurgled with delight, relishing the happiness that surrounded them both now that things were in the open. Now that things were as they should be. "Yes, please."

Finally, at last, Will's mouth touched hers just as his hand found her silken thigh and their heartbeats became one again, only this time it was for good. This time, it was for eternity.

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