By Carol Sandford


Chapter 05


Will stared at her face, trying to see if this was some kind of sick joke or not. He decided that it must be and began to laugh nervously. But then he must have imagined something really funny because he suddenly burst out into a fit of giggles. But then when he turned to look at her again and saw the misery plainly there for all to see, the laughter died.

Will found himself staring at her again, the questions cascading through his mind, one after the other. "Dee, tell me you are kidding, please!"

Deanna broke the trance-like state she gone into when he'd started laughing at her. The pain she felt when she realised that he didn't understand, was even worse than what she had imagined. Deanna looked down at her hands and shook her head sadly. She couldn't bring herself to say anything more, jumping at his voice when he spoke again.

"Wesley Crusher!" he snapped harshly. "Deanna, he's little more than a child. He's a spotty teenager with raging hormones. He's geeky, and I bet he's still a virgin too!" he ploughed on. "He's skinny, and he's big-headed, he's conceited, obnoxious, and he's goofy. He's..."

Every statement Will made jabbed at her heart and Deanna knew everything he was saying was true. But then why was she feeling like this towards him? Her eyes, when she looked back to Will, mirrored her despair, and he stopped his tirade when he realized that this really was happening, and Deanna's tears had confirmed the worst. She really had fallen for the young ensign. He felt he had no choice but to ask her, "So what are you going to do about it?"

She shrugged at the same time she shook her head in despair, her dilemma clear. Deanna knew that a relationship was out of the question. But she also knew that there was something between the two of them that need resolving.

Will decided to try the forcing some honest facts upon her. "Can you really see yourself walking around the ship, arm in arm with him?" He asked. "Could you sit in the same room as Beverly while you were draped over each other, necking?" his voice rose an octave. "Can you imagine what the captain would say, Deanna!?"

He lowered his voice and barely whispered to her, "Deanna, could you really see yourself making love to him?"

Deanna stood abruptly, his words screaming through her senses. She couldn't answer him because she didn't know what to say. Will kept quiet while he let her absorb what he had just poured upon her.

Eventually he heard her sigh, "You're right, it is a stupid idea." She turned and gave him a watery smile. "Thanks. I really needed someone to knock some sense into me."

Will stood and walked over to Deanna and placed his hands upon her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. His gut churned at the misery in her face and he kissed her gently on the forehead before leaving. Will knew that she needed to be alone, hell, he needed to be alone. His mind relayed over and over the conversation and he just hoped he'd managed to make her see sense. The thought of her and Wesley Crusher together angered him beyond reason, and there was no way while there was still a breath of life in his body, he going to allow the boy to ever to get the chance to get anywhere near her, even if it meant chasing after Deanna Troi himself.


Deanna walked slowly along to her quarters, her mind going over her conversation with Will. She stopped short when she saw Wesley propped up against her door. He looked slightly nervous, but also very determined to have his say.

Wesley stood up straight when he saw her approaching, and when she came to a stop in front of him, her arms automatically crossed in front of her body as she looked at him sternly, and spoke. "Wesley, you shouldn't be here. This is wrong, please leave me alone."

He shook his head slowly, and approached her. "No, Deanna, you don't really want me to go. I want to talk to you. Let me in." he asked quietly.

He moved forward to stand so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His eyes smouldered and she couldn't stop herself from leaning into him. Wesley seized the moment and captured her within his arms and bravely gave her a kiss that surprised himself more than it surprised her.

Afterwards, Wesley lovingly looked down onto her face. Her eyes were closed, but he heard her sweet whisper as she told him, "Take me inside."

Wesley grinned and called out the override code to her quarters. The door hissed open and he took her hand and led her inside. As he stood in the middle of the room nervously, Deanna realized that Wesley didn't have a clue what to do next. She audibly sighed, as she reached for him. "Kiss me again."

Gently, Wesley took her in his arms and kissed her the same way he had done in the corridor. Deanna groaned, but not with passion, but with frustration when she beacme acutely aware that he didn't know what to do next.

Will would have begun caressing her body as his kisses would have become more ardent. Will would have swept her up into his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom and lay her upon it, stripping her clothes gently away as he did.

Deanna groaned with unspent desire as her body began to react with the vibrant images beginning to race through her mind. She broke the kiss and looked up into Wesley's innocent and desirable face. Deanna was more than aware that she shouldn't do what she was about to do, but she was even more aware that she was going to have to.

Deanna took hold of his hand and placed it upon her aching breast. Wesley's startled look soon turned to one of wonder as he awkwardly moved his fingers around the unfamiliar territory, feeling the luscious contours. Eventually he got braver and placed his other hand upon her.

As Wesley watched her face change, desire flushing her cheeks pink, he felt his own excitement begin to grow. Deanna's eyes slipped shut, and her head hung back, completely abandoned to the moment. Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing shallow. Wesley was entranced as he moved closer and nuzzled her neck. Deanna pulled at his body so that it touched hers.

But she needed him closer. Will would have finished undressing her by this point and her mind screamed at Wesley to move onto the next stage of his seduction. It wasn't until she moved her hands to the back of her tunic that Wesley realised what she was going to do.

Wesley stopped his ministrations and stood back from her to watch her strip, his eyes widening at the sight that was unfolding before him. He couldn't believe his luck. Many times, himself and other young ensigns on the ship had gossiped about Deanna Troi, ultra babe. Boy! Did he have something to tell them now.

As Deanna stood before him in a sheer cream camisole set, Wesley continued to stare at her, and once again Deanna sighed with despair as she took his hand and led him into her bedroom.


Will prowled around his quarters, unable to get the conversation with Deanna out of his mind since he'd last seen her. It was driving him insane. Unable to stand another minute of torture, he made his mind up and he barked to thin air, "Computer, location of Wesley Crusher?"

His heart stopped at it's reply. 'Wesley Crusher is Counselor Deanna Troi's quarters.'

Will held his breath as he asked with dread, "Computer, location of Counselor Deanna Troi?"

'Counselor Troi is in her quarters.'

Will tried to reach her telepathically, to see if she was in trouble, but he felt nothing from her. He sighed with relief and headed out of his quarters and made his way to hers along the corridor, as he tried to convince himself that there was nothing but a conversation going on behind her closed doors.

When Will reached her door and hailed her, he got no response. Beginning to panic, Will used the override command and stepped cautiously into her domain when the door opened. It was quiet inside, too quiet and Will walked towards her bedroom door and slowly pushed it open.

The light from the lounge filtered through enough for Wesley Crusher to realise that they were no longer alone. He swung around with a startled look upon his face and Will's mirrored it with shock, that was until he moved his eyes down Wesley's body. His eyes stopped at his pants; One leg off and the other, on it's way to meet it's mate that sat in a puddle by his foot .

Will's wide eyes shot back up to the younger man's face, not quite believing what he was seeing. Then Will heard the gasp from behind Wesley and craned his head to look around him. Deanna was laying prone on the bed, in pretty underwear that was also in the process of being removed, willingly by the way that her body was positioned across the bed.

After the silent shock wore off they all cried in unison,





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