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nrsranger · 3 years

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2.1

CHAPTER TWO Horror

The New Republic MC-80 Star Cruiser, Ranger (NRS-67) a flying city of Mon Calamari Steal, Measuring in at 1,550 meters long, this Cruiser servers as both Cruiser and Carrier, housing squadrons of A, X, and Y Wing Star Fighters. This ship serves as a flying home for 10,200 Officers, Pilots, Engineers and Crew members. This ship is formidable on and off the Battlefield. Now a new threat is lurking in the fringes of the galaxy. The Ranger’s enemies can be lurking anywhere and everywhere, there is nowhere to hide when the battle is all around you

NRS Ranger

(MCN-67)

Hyper Space

NRS Ranger

Conference Room

2311 hrs

Task Force Four’s Senior staff sat around the conference table each face more tired than the next. Admiral Blaph Thadmin, commanded the head of the table. To his right sat Captain Eggos Namin Captain of the Ranger, and to his left was Captain Gideon Park Captain of the Torrent. To Parks left was Captain Anatha Violet Captain of the Theed, To her left and representing the Star Fighter Corps was Alek Mauz the Captain of the Air Group, and his squad leaders and the Hanger chief. The other side of the table was filled with the Rangers, Senior Staff. L.T Commander Ralrost Maldoza the Personnel Officer, L.T Colonel Jawook the Wookie Marine Commander and his hovering translation droid, sitting next to him was the Political Advisor, Assistant to the Senate Daline Phlaxes, to his left was Commander Xavo Damon, the executive officer and to his left was the Chief Technician Rooger Macdeves and to his left was Captain Namin. Also in the room was 2nd Lieutenant Yaran Haako, standing at the end of the table by the view screen.

“Ok, now that we are assembled Mr. Haako you may begin” Thadmin said in a dually dreadful voice.

“Um. Yes sir,” The tall green skin Nemoidian 2nd L.T stammered “At um 2145hr we lost contact with New Republic Fleet HeadQuarters, in the hour and a half since then Chief Technician Macdeves and I have been running every diagnostic that um, we can think of, the, um the bottom line is that there is no signal to reach”

All the senior staff looked as the wookie marine roared a moment later the hovering translator droid kicked in “I don't understand” said the robotic voice “what do you mean no signal to reach?”

“Jawook lets say your grandfather asked you to deliver a note to the neighboring tree but when you left your tree to go to our neighbors tree it was gone, and you don’t know if it was cut down or transplanted or if it just changed color” Macdeves said

“Wroshyr trees are too big to move or paint,” Jawook said via the droid.

“Metaphors Jawook, Metaphors” Macdeves said

“What could have caused this, Lt?” Squad Leader Vine asked

“There are, um, three possibilities” L.t Haako explained “first some kind of a natural disaster knocked it out, solar flare, earthquake, fire etc. The second is something like that Fleet HeadQuarters is attacked and the Comms tower was the first to go but the possibility, of that is highly unlikely since they would have been able to send out um, some sort of a distress signal that we would have picked up by now, the third is the, um mostlikly, that they are having a um, simple comms malfunction and they will be fixed momentary”

“L.T Commander Maldoza have you heard anything from Bothan Intelligence?” Thadmin asked

“Nothing Concrete sir, but we are facing the same communication blackout from the Hosnian system but neighboring systems have reported strange red streaks in space heading toward the system. It is possible for it to be a Super Laser .” Maldoza said

“You can’t be thinking what I am thinking” Alek said

“There cannot be another death star type super weapon out there, red streaks? Nothing more than a couisitance, if there was another super weapon we would have known it, and who would have resources to a) build it b) use it and c) without The New Republic knowing about it, to me it's just not possible Hosinian is still there and is probably in need of assistance ASAP” the Political advisor Daline Phlaxes exclaimed

“Reason one why we should not let Politicians in Military briefings” Noodles loudly whispered to Vine in turn she cracked a flirtatious smile

“I heard that Squad Leader, Tik” Plaxes said

“Yeah, I think that was the point,” Joker said

“If you interrupt this meeting just to tell me I’m not liked or wanted, I would like to say, we have something in common Derci” Phlaxes said profaning Joker's first name.

“DALINE PHLAXES!, get one thing straight, you are here because your father paid for your ‘assistant to the senate’ position, Joker is here because he is a Squad Leader and the best X-Wing Pilot, he earned his position.” Alek shouted as he stood up

“CAG,” Thadmin gently remarked “As much as you are right but please treat my assistant to the senate with a little more respect” he then addressed the whole council “each of you have a right to be here” as his eyes took in the table and 2nd Lt Haako “so start acting like it, I cannot have my senior staff fighting each other”. An awkward silence followed and it dragged out for several moments until Commander Damon interrupted the silence

“Any way, what are we going to do, Admiral?”

Thadmin sighed “I’ll tell you what we are going to do, Task Force 4 will jump into the outer edge of the Hosnian System and travel sublight to Hosnian Prime, I will relay the jump coordinates to both of your ships'' he said glancing at Captain Park and Captain Violet “We will send a flight of recon fighters to survey the area, Captain Mauz I will leave that up to you, you will then relay the situation and if Recon Flight deems it safe we will execute a Micro-Jump to the coordinates the Recon Flight gives us. Any Objections?” Thadmin said looking around and no one had any objections ``We will stay on Yellow Alert until further notice, understood?”

“Ah yes sir, I have one” Chief Technician Rooger Macdeves said “Micro-jumps are very dangerous and takes a toll on the engines, sir I do not recommend it”

“I understand Rooger, but we need to be in a position far enough way to not suffer from the same issues the Hosnian system is having, but close enough to lend aid, incase we can be of assistance, Understood?” Thadmin said

“Understood, Sir!” The table said.

“Good now get some sleep, we will be arrive approximately 0715, so CAG I want your pilot's suit up and ready at no less than 0645” Thadmin said

“Yes, sir” Alek said

“Ok meeting adjourned now lets get some rest!” Thadmin orders.

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ladyfogg · 4 years

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May I? - 13/?

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

Screenshot by @ geekygwen

Data was able to track Barclay down in Engineering.

"Lieutenant," he said, approaching the man. "Faith and I will be going on an away mission while the Enterprise is docked for repairs. Would you be available to care for Spot while we are gone?"

"I would love to," Barclay said. "Have there been any changes to her routine that I should know about?"

"No, all is as it was the last time. Thank you for your help." Data gave him a nod and turned to go.

"Commander?" Barclay asked.

Data paused and turned back. "Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes. Proceed."

Barclay took a nervous step forward and in a low voice asked, "Are the rumors true? Are you and Faith...in-involved?"

"Yes," Data said, curious about Barclay's tone. "Was there a particular reason you wanted to know?"

"No! No, not at all," Barclay said. "Just curious." He hurried away and Data watched him go, confused.

He stopped by Geordi's office. "I just had the strangest conversation with Lieutenant Barclay," he said. "He inquired about whether or not Faith and I are involved."

Geordi chuckled. "It's the latest gossip," he said, looking up from his work. "And I think Barclay might have had a thing for Faith at some point."

"Ah. I see. Could this be jealousy?"

"From Reg? Nah. He's not the type." Geordi leaned back in his seat with a grin. "So, are you excited?"

"About what?"

"The mission. You and Faith. Alone. For three days."

"Is there a particular reason why I should be?" Data asked.

"Data, you both have been working non-stop since you got together. This will actually be the first time you get to spend time alone as a couple."

"Not true," Data corrected. "We spend every evening together after our duties."

Geordi's eyebrows shot up. "Way to brag," he teased.

"I was not bragging. I was stating a fact. And if you are assuming we have intercourse during that time, you are incorrect."

"Have you done anything physical?"

"We have kissed. Faith is uncomfortable with the discussion of sex and as I have no sexual desires of my own, a slow approach is satisfactory."

"Understandable, but even if you aren't intimate, you can still make your time together romantic."

"I created a romance program in the past when Jenna and I were together. I was told it felt forced and scripted."

"That doesn't mean Faith will feel the same way, or that you need to make the same exact program for her."

"Then what would you recommend?"

Geordi thought for a moment. "How about you create a new one?" He suggested. "Instead of focusing on the supposed interaction between couples this time, focus on the actual acts of romance."

"Such as?"

"You know candlelit dinners, soft music, flowers, chocolates," Geordi listed. "Little things that show her you care."

Data began to download the information Geordi suggested. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Geordi."

"Anytime, buddy. Have fun."

Data knew Geordi meant well but they were Starfleet officers first, and the mission would need to come before personal matters. Still, there was no harm in using the downtime to get closer to Faith. He had not forgotten their passionate kisses in the turbo-lift, or how Faith's body fit perfectly against his.

He arrived at her quarters to pick her up. She was ready but seemed nervous. Considering this would be her first away mission, he was not surprised.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Did you pack your medication?"

"Dr. Crusher gave me a long-lasting dose. I'm good for two weeks."

Data nodded in understanding. He tapped his communicator. "Commander Data to Captain Picard. Lieutenant Diaz and I are on our way to shuttle bay one."

"Acknowledged. I will meet you there shortly. Picard out."

The two left Faith's quarters and headed for the shuttle bay. When they arrived, Data led her to the shuttle they'd be taking. It was small but would suit their needs fine. He stepped on to begin preparations but Faith hung back.

Data paused and turned to look at her. "Is there a problem?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "No, not really. It's just a big step. I need a minute."

"Take your time."

Data allowed her to stay behind as he continued with the launch preparations. Eventually, she joined him, carefully stowing her bag in the luggage compartment before sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"It is just like flight training at the Academy," Data said as she looked through the controls.

"I remember. Hated it then too."

Data looked over, noting her rigid posture. He reached out to place a hand on hers, making her pause her work and look at him. "I am here with you. Remember that."

Faith smiled and squeezed his hand. "You're amazing, you know that?"

He smiled back.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat and both turned to see the captain standing there.

"It seems I'm intruding again on another personal moment," he said with the barest hint of a smile.

"Captain!" Data exclaimed as he and Faith both stood dutifully. "I apologize if that was inappropriate."

Picard chuckled. "Mr. Data, comforting your significant other is not inappropriate," he said. "At ease, both of you."

Faith relaxed next to him while Data eased his stance. "We are just about ready to depart, sir," he said.

"Good. We have the last away team's assessment of the ruins but I want you two to search deeper. See if there is anything that was missed. This creature had to come from somewhere."

"Understood, captain."

"While this mission is serious, your safety is more important. Should you encounter that ship again, turn around and return immediately. I also want you to keep in contact with regular subspace communications," Picard ordered. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Faith and Data replied.

Picard gave them a firm nod. "Good. Commander Riker will let you know when you can expect to rendezvous with us once repairs are complete. Good luck."

He left the shuttle and Faith took another deep breath. "Alright," she said, voice sounding stronger. "Let's do this."

They took their seats in the cockpit and began take-off procedures. Data kept an eye on Faith but with each step, she grew more comfortable. Her knowledge of the shuttlecraft was sound and seemed to come back to her after several moments. Eventually, they were clear of the Enterprise and the starbase, soaring through the black vacuum of space.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," Faith commented, leaning back in her seat. "It's actually pretty peaceful."

"The quiet of the shuttle does offer a level of comfort," he said. "In fact, you should use the time to catch up on your sleep."

"I'm alright for now, but thanks for the suggestion. By the way, has me staying with you been too much? I feel like I'm taking up your evenings and I don't want to cut into your alone time."

"I enjoy your company. I do not mind," Data said, eyes still on the console as he studied the sensors. "Besides, I have alone time when you are asleep. If it becomes an issue, I will say so."

"Okay, good," Faith said with relief. "I like spending evenings with you. It helps me unwind. Though, you don't have to dream on the couch if you don't want to."

At this, Data looked up at her, cocking his eyebrow. "Do you wish to share a bed next time you sleep?"

Faith shrugged her shoulders, appearing calm on the outside. Data still heard her heart racing. "If that's something you're comfortable with, I would be too."

Data had never shared a bed with someone before. It was a human ritual that had eluded him up until that point. The idea that Faith was offering him such an experience was intriguing.

"When we return I would very much like to try," he said. "I am afraid the bunks here on the shuttle are only large enough for one person."

She smiled that bright smile Data had painted many times during the weeks they had spent together. "It's a date."

He smiled back before returning to his work. The way to the planet seemed to be clear. Data did have to adjust their heading to avoid an unexpected asteroid but other than that, they were in for a routine shuttle ride.

The silence between them was as comfortable as it always was. It reminded Data of the hours they had spent in Engineering, which they had not been able to do since the creature was found.

After three hours and sixteen minutes, Faith stood from her seat with a stretch.

"I'm going to go rest for a bit," she said, leaning in to kiss Data on the forehead. "Don't work too hard."

"I shall try not to."

She left the cockpit and settled in the back of the shuttle where the sleeping bunks were. Data kept his eyes on the stars ahead but mentally he had formulated a plan for the evening.

One thing he learned from his romance research was the idea of the "romantic" surprise. Since his conversation with Geordi, Data had done a download of romance based on his suggestions.

Data knew Faith would most likely fall asleep soon. The previous night she had tossed and turned throughout most of the evening. He suspected she was more tired than she realized.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, when Data rose from his seat to check on her, she was fast asleep. He watched her for a moment, before quietly moving into the dining area.

Once he was there, he got to work setting up the table. While the replicator was not as powerful as the one on the Enterprise, he was able to use what he had.

It did not take long until everything was ready. Data made sure the table was perfect before he went to wake Faith.

He stopped for a moment to admire her sleeping form again. It was one of the few times she was completely at ease and he enjoyed seeing her body without the tension of anxiety.

Data sat on the edge of her bunk but paused when he felt something under the blanket. He reached beneath him and pulled out a book. It had no words on the cover but when he cracked it open, he realized it was not just any book.

The first page was a collection of crude, shakey looking drawings. Several were scratched out and it was difficult to decipher what they were meant to be.

Data was curious, but he also understood the need for privacy so he quietly closed the sketchbook and placed it back where he found it. He was proud that Faith was trying something new. With the workload she currently had, she and Data had not had a chance to discuss creative endeavors. It was nice she was exploring them on her own.

"Faith?" Data called in a soft voice as he reached out to take her sleeping hand. "Faith?"

She stirred before her eyes fluttered open. When she saw Data, she gave him a sleepy smile. "Hey, you," she said, voice hoarse. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Was I out for long?"

"Only thirty-three minutes. I have prepared dinner for you."

Faith sat up, easing her legs over the side of the bunk. "You're too good to me. Just give me a moment to wake up." She yawned and stretched, raising her arms above her head.

Data followed the way her uniform hugged her frame when she moved. Her back arched to an almost obscene degree and he could not help but recall the erotic images he had subjected himself to when trying to elicit an emotional response.

She sagged with relief and lay her head on his shoulder. "This is nice," she said. "Just the two of us. I know we've barely started the trip but I'm already enjoying the quiet."

"That is unsurprising. You tend to become over-stimulated due to your anxiety. There are fewer stimuli on the shuttle."

"And I get a really handsome android all to myself." She tilted her face up towards his expectedly.

Data leaned down to place a peck on her lips. "I suggest you eat before we try anything sexual. You will need your energy for such activities."

Faith pulled back, eyebrows raised as she smirked in amusement. "Are you planning on seducing me, Data?" she asked teasingly.

"I assumed with your flirting and temperature increase you were becoming aroused. I merely stated an observation."

Faith chuckled and got to her feet, pulling him up with her. "Come on, Casanova. Let's have dinner."

Data showed her to the dining area, but before she rounded the corner, he came up behind her and covered her eyes.

"Uh, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I have seen this done when one person is attempting to surprise the other," he said.

"Wait, you have a surprise for me?"

Data led her forward before dropping his hands from her eyes. She gasped in delight when she saw the table.

He had placed a white blanket over it to act as a tablecloth. Two plates of grilled salmon along with two glasses of wine sat across from each other. Between them, electric candles flickered with fake flames as if they were real.

"We have not had a proper first date yet," Data said, holding the chair out for her. "Since we are alone, I concluded now would be the ideal time to try again."

Faith took a seat, smiling up at him as he pushed her chair in. "It's wonderful! Thank you! You definitely surprised me."

Data smiled and took the seat across from her. "So, Faith, do you have any siblings?"

She gave him a curious look and chuckled. "That's a random question," she said.

"I am attempting the standard first date inquiries," Data explained. "I have composed a list of fifty-one questions designed to stimulate conversation and help us to become better acquainted."

"Ah, okay. Well, most people start with a few pleasantries first."

"Oh. I see." Data studied her for a moment before leaning on the table towards her. He gave her a wide smirk, quirking his eyebrow. "You are looking exceptionally ravishing this evening via candlelight, my dear."

Faith laughed, though by the way she smiled Data could tell she was pleased, if not highly amused. "Well, thank you," she said. "And may I say, you're the most handsome android I've ever known."

"I am the only android you have ever known."

"Fair point. Then, you're the most handsome and considerate man I've ever met."

She lifted her wine glass in a toast. Data copied her, tapping their glasses together before each took a sip.

"To answer your question, no, I don't have any siblings. Do you?" She began to eat her salmon.

"Yes. I have a brother."

He had never told Faith about Lore and he could see that she was surprised by his answer. "I didn't know that," she said. "You haven't mentioned him."

"Lore is a particularly difficult subject," Data said. "He endangered the lives of the Enterprise crew and is responsible for the death of Dr. Soong."

Faith froze, mid-bite. "He...he killed your father?"

"Yes."

Faith put her fork down. "Data, I am so sorry. I had no idea."

"I would not expect you to have known. It is not something I tend to advertise."

"Still...wow."

"What is your favorite childhood memory?"

"Hold on, can we go back to the brother thing?"

"Certainly. What do you wish to know?"

"Where is he now? Are you in contact with him?"

Data shook his head. "No, I am not. I do not know where Lore is. He disappeared after taking the emotion chip my father designed for me."

"The what?!"

"Emotion chip. Dr. Soong designed a chip that would allow me to feel basic human emotion. However, Lore took it when he departed."

She stated at Data with a look of utter shock. "I...have no words."

"I understand this is a particularly strange set of circumstances."

"Yeah, you could say that." She picked up her abandoned fork. "I also realize that I haven't been doing a very good job of asking you about yourself. I apologize for that."

"You do not need to apologize," Data assured her. "I assumed you would ask once you were comfortable sharing more about yourself."

She smiled at him and reached across the table to briefly squeeze his hand. "Sorry, I sort of derailed the conversation. You asked me another question and I ignored it. We can change the subject if you'd like, I'm just...processing."

"I do wish to change the subject," Data said. "I asked what your favorite childhood memory is?"

Faith took a moment to gather her thoughts, chewing on another bite of food. Data copied her actions, eating his own salmon for the sake of appearances.

"Probably with my mother, back on Earth," she said. "Before she got sick she was a trainer at the Academy. It was just the two of us so before I started school she would take me to work with her and let me sit in on her lessons."

"You must have retained a lot of information."

Faith shrugged. "Some. But mostly I liked watching her command the room. She was a short, thin Latina woman who could shut down any loud-mouth with just a look."

"That sounds like someone else I know."

Chuckling, Faith took a sip of wine. "Except for the thin part."

"And your father?"

"He died before I was born. He was a Starfleet officer."

"Is that what interested you in joining the Federation?"

"Yeah. I sort of felt like I had to, you know? For them?"

Data tilted his head and stared at her curiously. "Do you enjoy being in Starfleet?"

"You know, for a while, I wasn't sure," she admitted. "But...it definitely has its perks." She gave him a bright smile and cleared her throat. "So what other questions do you have?"

They chatted for a time while Faith finished her dinner. Data could not help but notice the difference between their current and their first attempt. She had been so closed off and distant then, yet now she was open and honest, sharing bits of herself with him. She asked her fair share of questions as well and it was two hours and twenty-one minutes later when they finished their meal.

"Well, I can honestly say that was the most enjoyable first date I've ever had," Faith said as they cleaned up their plates.

"It is not over yet."

"Oh?"

"Computer, music." Soft orchestral music began to play throughout the shuttle and Data gave Faith a deep bow as he offered her his hand.

Her smile faded into a look of wonder as she shyly accepted. Data pulled her out of the dining area into the main room before he tugged her in close, one hand coming to rest on her waist. He began to lead her through a simple waltz.

She stumbled once or twice, wincing and apologizing until she eventually got the hang of it.

Data enjoyed the way her hand fit his. He stared down into her eyes as they moved to the music, studying every minute detail. Her expression was soft and her body relaxed the longer the moved. Eventually, she pressed her cheek to his chest, bringing a different level of intimacy to the dance.

He wanted to kiss her again.

Data let go of her hand so he could gently cup her cheek, drawing back from the embrace. She looked up at him questioningly.

"May I?" he asked.

Her smile grew and she nodded. Their lips met as they had done previously, but with more confidence from both parties.

Data slid his arm around her waist, drawing her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. When they broke so she could breathe, they remained close, her warm breath ghosting across his lips.

"Data," Faith said in a low voice he had never heard from her. "Can I ask something of you?"

"Yes." He knew she could ask anything of him at that moment and he would do it without question or hesitation.

"Touch me."

Data blinked in confusion. "I am touching you, am I not?"

Faith chuckled, taking his hand from her cheek and placing it on her breast. " Touch me, Data."

"Oh. I see."

Data kissed her deeply, his hand squeezing her breast lightly before he began to direct her backwards towards the bunks. At the last moment, he turned, allowing him to sit and pull her down with him.

She followed through with the movement, straddling his lap as she pushed her tongue past his lips. He accepted the intrusion with enthusiasm, his hands now free to roam her back.

Their kisses were heated and sloppy. Faith seemed eager but nervous, her hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself. He could feel her bottom lip trembling and he drew back to look at her.

"Do you wish to stop?" he asked.

Faith shook her head. "No. No, I want to keep going."

"Please do not be afraid to change your mind if you need to."

"I'm just a little nervous. I'm okay." She leaned in to kiss him again.

Satisfied that she wanted to continue, Data kissed her back, his hands resuming their exploration. One came to rest on her lower back to offer support, while the other slid between them, cupping her breast through her uniform.

Faith let out a small gasp, her teeth grazing his bottom lip in excitement. Spurred on by her reaction, Data squeezed again before allowing his thumb to drag circles around her nipple. It instantly responded to his touch, pebbling beneath the thick material.

She moaned, rocking her body against his eagerly. Data could read her temperature rising. His own body's sexual functionality began to respond and he could sense himself grow hard at the stimulation.

Faith must have felt it because she broke the kiss with a soft gasp, looking down at him in awe. "Automatic response?" she asked.

"Yes," Data answered. "Your body is triggering my sexual protocol."

She gave him an impish grin, pressing their foreheads together as she ground down again at him. "Is that your way of saying that I turn you on?"

"Literally and contextually it would seem."

"I'm honored." She kissed him deeply.

Data continued to massage her breast, enthralled by the way Faith reacted with each tweak and rub of her nipple. She blindly reached for his wrist, pulling his hand behind her back until his fingers brushed the zipper of her suit.

Taking the hint, Data pulled it down, noting the way the tight fabric loosened and Faith's breathing hitched. She dragged the top portion down her shoulders and arms, slipping free of it before letting it bunch around her waist.

Data let his lips leave hers to trail across her cheek, down to her neck, his hands mapping her newly exposed skin. It was smooth and soft, with the occasional mole catching under his fingertips.

"Your touch is electric," she gasped, hips still rocking downward.

Data paused and drew back to look up at her with concern. He was not prepared for the sight he was met with. Her pupils were dilated, giving the impression that her eyes were black. Her lips were plump and red from their kisses.

It was a sight he would make a point to recall for a future painting.

"Is my touch harming you?" he asked. "I do not sense any static discharge."

Faith chuckled, taking one of his hands and slotting her fingers between his. "I only meant that when you touch me…" She brought his hand to her bare breast. "My body comes alive."

Data was entranced. Being so close and intimate with Faith was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her reactions to his mere touch were what he would describe as intoxicating. It consumed his thoughts, all other processes taking a backseat to what was happening right then and there.

He rubbed her breast, his other arm tightening around her waist to yank her as close as she could possibly be. She slid her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly to draw him into a harsh kiss.

They rocked together in unison. Faith settled her knees on either side of his thigh, grinding herself against him as he massaged her breast. His thumb found her nipple again, still stiff from his earlier stimulation.

He could sense the heat of her arousal through their pants, but whatever she was doing seemed to be enough for her because she made no indication that she wanted or needed his hand between her legs. So he focused on her lips and chest. They moved that way for some time, slow and steady without the need to rush.

When she broke their kiss, gasping for breath, Data kissed her throat before placing a trail down her collarbone. He cupped her breast and slipped her nipple between her lips, sucking gently.

Faith's moan was borderline pornographic. Still gripping his hair, her other hand came up to rest on the wall behind the bunk to steady herself. Data rocked his leg up along with her downward movements and the next thing he knew, her body locked into place, shuddering above him as she orgasmed.

Data looked up to catch her expression, completely enamored by the pure ecstasy.

She slumped against him shuddering and panting. Data buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he rubbed her back in soothing circles.

Without stimulation, his own arousal faded but he was far more focused on Faith to pay it much thought. Although, he did wonder what she would look like touching him. But they could explore that another time.

Data shifted them so they were laying on the small bunk, letting Faith rest closer to the wall so he could give her as much space as possible. He was partially hanging over the edge but it did not bother him.

Faith placed her hand on his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. "That was...beautiful."

"You are beautiful." His words did not come from any program. They came from his own observations.

Faith smiled and kissed him softly.

Data could only theorize about the shift between them. He understood intimate and erotic acts brought couples closer together, but this seemed far more important than he anticipated.

He watched Faith's eyes flutter close, a strange sensation building in his chest.

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whitequeenasitbgan · 5 years

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The House of Smoke and Fog

Cap 5

November, 2016

Blake emerged from his memories: Crawley’s body was still there. He had been a fool, he should’ve listened to him. He should’ve written to Erin. He checked his pockets. He had no paper. He had asked his moms to send him some, but the mail was bloody slow.

It was raining cats and dogs, anyway. He remembered Crawley had a drawing album, a small one, hidden in his pocket, where the heart was. He dragged him down. His brain was coming out of his smashed skull. He laid him down gently, covered his head with the helmet, then took off the album from Crawley’s pocket.

-leave him- ranted an officer.

-I was just covering his face, Sir. Can I carry him to the sidelines? He was my friend.

-where?!

‘He’s drunk. This guy is bloody drunk’ Blake told himself. ‘Our superior officers drinks wine like a trunk drinks gasoline’

-to the sidelines, Sir. To the trains, he’s going to go home to rest now, isn’t he?

-of course, the Archbishop of Canterbury will officiate the funeral and the whole royal family, dogs included, will be present to comfort the widow. WAKE UP, lad. He’s going to a mass grave, just like everyone else. He’s lucky to be here. A couple of metres further and we would have left him to the crawls... fucking babies. Fresh from training. What did you expect?

-but we have his body, we should send him back home, the military code...

-SCREW THE MILITARY CODE. Whoever wrote it has never seen a trench. If you die in this trench, you don’t get to go back home. You die here, knowing there’ll always be a corner of a foreign land that is forever England. These are the orders.

-orders from who? -Blake dared to ask. ‘Over my dead body I’ll let them bury you in France’

-orders from who...?!

-From who... Sir - said Blake. ‘Fucking military ranks’

-FROM UP ABOVE YOU BLOODY IDIOT, FOR I AM YOUR GOD NOW. YOU DON’T EVEN PISS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION NOW, YOU GET TO BREATHE ONLY CAUSE I LET YOU DO IT, UNDERSTOOD?- the officer spat as he ranted at Blake,

-Yes, Sir.

-Lieutenant White?- a gentle but firm voice broke the tension.

-what is it, Schofield?- the officer asked, his eyes still on Blake.

-May I suggest that we let this poor fella’ take his friend to the sidelines? The rats will banquet on that corpse and by tomorrow morning you will wish you had gotten rid of it.

-how much water do we still have?

-about that, Sgt. Barnes just told me to go get some. And get the chow. It’s almost soup time. A good meal will cheer up the morale. It’s been a long day, Sir.

-the last of a long Battle. The Somme- the officer kept talking at less than an inch from Blake’s face. He could smell his rancid breath -you may have seen the end of it, but had you been here from the beginning you wouldn’t have been this soft. Now that I think about it, such an idiot would have never survived. I doubt you’ll see the end of the next battle. Or the next day... take him with you, Schofield. And take that bloody corpse away from me. It stinks already.

-this way- Schofield said.

-why are we going to the hospital?- Blake asked

-you’ll see.

Schofield stopped at the entrance of a field hospital. He went in and talked to one of the nurses, a noun. He pointed at Blake, then she walked outside the tent, towards Blake.

-is it this one? Poor fella’ I’ll take care of him. I’ll make sure he catches the next train home.

A smile appeared on Blake’s face -Thank you, sister...?-

-Sister Michael, and as your tag says, you must be Lance-corporal Blake.

-yes Ma’am.

-go fetch your chow, now. Both of you.

-we need water, too.

-ask to those guys, they’re from the artillery. They always have some for the horses

-thanks, sister. Take care.

-you more. I’m not sleeping side by side with the Boches.

As they walked away, looking for the artillery guys Sister Michael talked about, Blake asked how did Schofield know that noun would have helped.

-Sister Michael? She’s the granny of the regiment. If God had a problem, He would ask her how to solve it. Plus, she still has a heart.

-So do you. Thanks for what you did. I’ll write to Crawley’s family about you.

-No need, spare the paper. You need it- said Schofield, pointing at the albums in Blake’s back pocket.

-I wasn’t stealing it.

-I’m not accusing you. He’s dead now. You need it more. Are you writing to someone?

-My mum.

-Nobody would steal an album from a corpse to write to his mom. You’re writing to a girl.

-I didn’t steal it. I just needed some paper. I’ll send it back to his family as soon as I get some.

-I was just joking, mate... so, how is your girlfriend? Blonde? Dark haired? Or red? I like red heads. I married one.

-She’s not a red head. And she’s not my girlfriend.

-Oh, an unrequited love. That’s interesting- Schofield exclaimed zigzagging among the tents, the wounded men waiting to be taken care of, the munitions, soldiers on their way to somewhere.

-It’s complicated.

-How much?

-This much- Blake said, mimicking ‘a lot’ with his arms. Mimicking was something he took after his mother.

-If that’s the size of your balls, then you don’t need paper, my friend. You need a brothel

Blake stared at him, a cheeky grin on his face.

-No, that’s the sized of my cock.

-Well then that’s why she’s not your girlfriend. If you screwed her, she would die - Schofield said, laughing as Blake punched his arm playfully.

-Enough, now. I’m really fond of her. I respect her. And I’m a gentleman. I would have waited for our wedding night.

-Are you a virgin?

-I’m a gentleman, not a monk.

-Just asking. A vergin in the trench is bad luck. I don’t give a shit about this stuff, but the others do. So, why isn’t she your girlfriend?

-She was. But she, ehm... got angry, when I enlisted. So she’s not anymore. She felt like I had betrayed her. I did, somehow. She’s a pacifist, you know. Of course she’s got to keep it quiet: pacifism is a synonym of treason in a small town, like Limmeridge

-even in a big one like London. My wife almost got arrested once. She’s a suffragette. Pacifism is the second love of her life.

-The first being you?

-No. Vote for vomen. Then our daughters, our two dogs and a cat. I’m somewhere in between her cat and her favourite teapot.

-Sounds like she hates you.

-She does. Women can hate us more, but they cannot love us less. For luck. Cause we’re bewitched body and soul by them. God, how I love that woman. I’m getting melancholic. No more talking about my wife. Let’s get back to your girl. Where were we?

-At She felt like I betrayed her... with a rifle.

-Well, you’re a brave man, mate. What you just did for your dead friend was brave, considering Lieutenant White is despicable when he’s sober and deadly when he’s drunk. But I’m afraid your also an idiot.

-Why?

-You’re here.

-So are you!

-I’ve never said I wasn’t. I’m twice the idiot you are. I enlisted two years before you did. Well, I bet your friend would be happy if you used that paper to write to this girl of yours. What’s her name?

-Erin.

-If Charlton asks you, lie.

-Why? Who is he?

-Private Robert Charlton. Cocky little bastard. He loves singing dirty songs about other soldiers’ wives. His girlfriend left him for a medical officer... How long have we been walking?

-Ehm -Blake checked his watch -5 minutes more or less.

-5 minutes! Where the hell are the guys from the artillery? We’ve been walking for ages.

-I pity your wife if 5 minutes is like ages for you.

-How fun... I can smell the horses but where are they?

-That way, on your left.

-Oh- Schofield exclaimed, surprised. Blake had spotted a single man from far away -you have good eyes, uh?

-I could shoot a duck at 100 yards, if I wanted to. But ducks did nothing to me. I’d rather hunt Bloches.

-It’s nice to know I have a good sniper watching my back.

-I can teach you, if you want. It’s not about sight. Once you spot the target it’s all about breathing.

-Is there something you can do for the spotting part. It’s not that I don’t see well. I just don’t spot well.

-Nothing, sorry.

-I suck at shooting. I’m great with grenades, though. You should have seen me in my good old rugby years...- they were approaching the artillery, the men resting under a tent -Ask them about the water.

-Why me?

-Because you’re nice, and I am tired.

-I’m tired too

-ask for the water: I’ll get you some food

-now we understand each other

-You know what? I think we’ll get along, you and I.

-It’s Schofield, right?-said Blake, offering his right hand to shake. How curious: they spoke so easily they forgot about manners. But who cared about manners in the trenches?

-William. Will. And you’re Blake.

-Tom. Nice to meet you, man.

-Me too, mate. Now go ask for the water.

-we already sound like an old married couple

-we’ll have time to work on this- said Schofield, waving his hand on his way to the field kitchen.

Cap 6

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