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“I have noticed a lapse in concentration lately. My thoughts seem to revolve around different things at once. Yet, in a manner that makes it hard for me to work,” Data explains calmly.
You nod at him and frown. “And you are sure this is something I need to look at? Not Geordi… but me?” you ask him back.
The android lifts his brow and nods. “For this reason I have brought with me a mobile workstation from the engineering department. You can simply open the program and connect me to the console. If you wish I will help you with the analysis afterwards but I do not believe you need me for this as you have demonstrated on multiple occasions that you are capable of this.”
Data sets down the workstation on your new dining table and pulls out different kinds of wires. He lays them beside the workstation. You watch this.
“Data,” you sigh, “I don’t know if I am… if we should do this now.”
Data frowns at you. “Do you not wish to do this? I will ask Geordi then.” He almost taps his comm badge.
“No, no,” you shake your head hastily, “Remember the last times we did this? And even when you were connected in Main Engineering? Things get…”
“Sexual,” Data offers and nods in agreement.
You bite your lip. “Yes.”
“It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable or pressured into anything. So if you will not run the diagnostic I will ask Geordi to do so now or tomorrow.” Again his hand almost reaches his comm badge.
You hold his wrist, gently pulling the index finger away from the badge. Then you step closer. “Wait. I haven’t said I wouldn’t do it. It’s just… I need to know first if this is you asking me to run a full diagnostic on you or if you want to play like we do.” You look away shyly then.
“My love,” Data says quietly, “I have a real problem. However, it does not seem to be that complex that I require Geordi. And you have told me recently that you would like to get more involved in my maintenance. So I thought, since it is probably just my memory buffer needing restructuring, you may do so.”
It’s silent. Your hand is still holding his wrist.
“And since we are at home… if things happen they do,” Data whispers.
You meet his golden eyes. “So if they do they do?”
He nods and purses his lips.
You sigh and look over to the workstation. “Alright. And since we are alone we don’t need to hide it, right?”
“That is correct. If I am aroused I will tell you,” he says and then sits down on one of the chairs.
You open the diagnostic program on the workstation and organize the wires before taking your wrench from its place on the desk. With it you walk back over to Data. You stand behind him and search for the right option.
When you find it, you first comb your fingers through his hair. “Sweetie, may I open your docking ports and insert the wires?”
“You may. Thank you for asking,” he nods.
You smile. “I always do. You know that.”
You aim the wrench at the small screws on the back of his head. So small you can’t see them. They click and the port reveals itself under Data’s hair that now gets shoved to the top.
You bite your lip and first stare at all the small lights twinkling around his ports.
One by one you then connect Data to the station. Each cable gently put into the ports. While you do you caress his shoulders. Once you kiss the top of his head.
“How was your day?” you whisper then and turn to the screen of the workstation. The data gets uploaded at the moment. More and more numbers and symbols appear on the screen.
“It was a productive day. I worked on the bridge and held two meetings,” Data says.
You nod to yourself and watch the numbers.
“How do you feel?” you look over at him.
He moves his head a little. “I feel unconcentrated.”
“And what do you think of right now?” you ask then.
Data tries to turn back to you but quickly notices that that is not possible with the wires in his head. So he stays the way he is.
“I am thinking of intimacy at the moment.”
“And that has been on your mind the entire day?” you smirk.
“It has. That is how I came to the conclusion something must be wrong.”
You snort then. Suddenly getting this.
All of this.
You put your hands to your hips and shake your head. First down at the screen and then at the back of your boyfriend’s head.
“Did I make an accidental joke again?” Data wants to know.
You grin and walk around to face him. The smile still on your face, you say, “Data, I don’t think that there is anything wrong with your memory buffer.”
He blinks up. “Curious. And what do you theorize instead?”
You lean down. “I think you are just a little horny, sweetie.”
Data frowns and averts his eyes. Seeming to think about this accusation. “But we do engage in intimacy quite frequently.”
You nod. “Yes, you know that doesn’t make the horniness go away, right?”
“It does not? But is sex not the answer to the arousal’s question?” He cocks his head.
You chuckle. “In a way maybe. But I think that when two people are together for not that long the… question needs to get answered quite a lot.”
Data nods. “But I thought a full diagnostic would help. I thought of you running a diagnostic on me,” he tries to understand.
You lean down again and kiss his nose. “Yes, and did we not learn very recently that you get aroused when I look at your code?”
“We did. But I did not suggest this to pressure you into anything sexual. I really just wanted a diagnostic run on me,” he assures you.
You grin and kiss his forehead. “Alright, then how about I look at your complex code and tell you exactly what I find?”
Data nods quickly.
You move around him to look again at the screen. You sit down on the other chair and clear your throat.
“Alright, Data. I am now looking at your active positronic net. I see all the things you see and hear and think.”
“You do?” he asks shyly.
You nod. “I do. For example I know that you are listening to my voice and oh, there I see a program just activated.”
“What program?” he wants to know.
You smirk. “What do you think?”
“Oh,” he says and then looks down at himself, “yes, I can see that too.”
“I am scrolling down. There are all your ethical subroutines… Your sensory input matrix and oh, here is your precious little memory buffer.”
“Why do you describe it as little? I have quite a large memory buffer,” he protests quietly.
You giggle. “I say it’s little because I think it’s cute. All the events of the day. Just in there. Waiting to be processed over the next hours.”
“Interesting. This description just increased my level of arousal,” Data informs you.
“And you said it needs cleaning?” you ask in a whisper. Now laying it on thick.
“Yes, earlier I suspected that—”
“Let me just…” You press a button.
“I…” Data’s speech processor hiccups for a moment.
“Cleaned,” you smirk. “Feel better? All clearheaded? Not unfocused at all anymore?” You tilt your head playfully. Even though he doesn’t see you.
“I do not think it helped.”
“Yeah, because you are horny,” you nod and hop off the chair to walk around him.
He looks up at you and furrows his brow. “So why did my matrix suggest a full diagnostic to me?”
Again you lean down to his eye level and kiss his cheek. “Because you like it. That’s why. You want me to connect you to the console, look at your code and care for you.”
Data’s brow shoots up. “This increased my level of sexual arousal as well. I do now wish for intimacy.”
You grin and kiss his cheek again. “I need to run the diagnostic. It isn’t done yet.”
“But you told me that it is not my memory buffer,” he argues softly and kisses your lips.
“No, but what do I know? I need to look through all of your programs to find the reason, don’t I?”
Data seems to think about that and then nods. “I suppose you do.”
As you look through the other programs you tell Data exactly what you see.
Sometimes you just tell him what program you are looking at. Sometimes you tell him the numbers.
“Might it be possible for you to… continue while unclothed?” Data suddenly asks, trying to look back at you.
Your eyes widen. “Mister Data,” you tease, “why should I be unclothed? Do you think that will make my analysis better?”
“No, of course it would not. Yet I would find it arousing,” Data tells you earnestly.
You smile fondly over at him.
You need to work on this whole idea of roleplaying again.
Then you stand up from the chair and walk around him. As soon as you come into view you unzip your jacket.
“You meant this, right? Just my jacket? The rest should stay on?” You purse your lips in mock-thought.
Data cocks his head. “If you would like it, that will be enough but if I would get to choose I would like you further undressed.”
You grin and remove your shoes. “Like this, right? I mean, we are home, so why should I wear shoes?” You shrug innocently.
“Although I do agree, I would like you to remove your pants, shirt and underwear.” His eyes travel over your body.
Your mouth opens in shock. “Mister Data… That would make me completely naked. I would look at all your cute code without even having one piece of clothing on me.”
Data furrows his brow. “If you would not like, then—”
“Sweetie,” you sigh, “play along. I am trying my best to be sexy here. It might not be up to holo-porn standards but I am trying.”
Data nods. “I understand now. Thank you for clarifying.”
You smile and nod. Telling him to go on.
“Would you be so kind and remove all your items of clothing?”
You stick out one hip. “And I should do this in the bathroom, right? Where no one can see?”
“I would very much like to see you undress,” he tells you with a raised brow.
You still smirk and pull your shirt and everything under it off of your upper body.
Data nervously shifts in his seat and tries to stay with his attention on you. Which isn’t hard.
Something else is though.
You unbutton your uniform pants and pull them down. You step out of them and turn.
“Will you please remove your underwear next?” he asks, whispering.
You glance over your shoulder. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, I would like that very much, my love.” He nods.
You smile at him and slowly pull it down, meanwhile bending over, perking your ass right at him.
He doesn’t touch it.
Because he knows it’s your time to be in charge.
You literally have him on strings at the moment.
When you straighten and turn, you fling your underwear to the side and walk one step toward him. “So, Mister Data. You wanted me naked. And now I am supposed to look more at your code, is that right?” Your hands at your hips, you raise one eyebrow at him.
His lips parted, he stares at your face, then back at your body. Taking it all in. Partly, fully, every way he can.
“And when I look at your code… How detailed would you like me to be?” you whisper teasingly and lean down.
Your face is now almost so close that you can touch your nose with his. But only nearly.
Data likes to get teased like that, you found out.
“I would like a very detailed report,” he says and nods to himself. Closing his eyes briefly.
“And if I find something that is unusual? Should I tell you? For example if I find that you have been staring at my ass while I just bent over?”
“You should tell me,” he says and averts his eyes.
“And should you get punished for that?” Your eyes study his face closely.
“I believe I should not,” he says and looks back.
“Well,” you shrug, “I think we are in disagreement there.” You place a short kiss on his lips and straighten. Then you walk to the other chair and sit down. This time completely naked.
You scroll through the readings.
“You have been very unconcentrated today,” you mutter and go through the readings. For a moment forgetting your sexy play as the engineer in you comes through.
You scroll through his cognitive processes and suck on your lip. “In fact I see here that many thought patterns have a clear cut at the end.”
“Could you clarify that?” Data asks.
You walk over to him and sit down on his lap. Naked, ready in so many ways and lightly rubbing on his uniform’s fabric.
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Data, you thought so much about fucking me you couldn’t even scan right.”
“I did my duties. I would have of course told someone if I—”
“Sweetie, no,” you pout and shake your head, “now we play. And we play that you thought about sex too many times. And guess what? I don’t even have to pretend that much for it because I can see all the times when your sexuality program activated itself while you were on duty, Mister Important-Commander.” You raise your brow and give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Curious, I do believe you are correct. It activated itself a lot today,” Data muses and frowns.
“I think you were a little preoccupied by this here.”
“What is this?” he asks and tilts his head.
You grin. “Me, naked on your lap and you all opened up and exposed. Isn’t that something you like?”
“I do,” he breathes back. His eyes glance around your face until you then feel his hands at your sides, squeezing the skin, fingernails digging in.
As he kisses you there is suddenly this urgency to it. This raw, unfiltered urgency that he doesn’t let show too often.
You gasp and moan when you notice his hands on your ass.
You rock on him. Shivering already with the anticipation.
“Data,” you whisper.
“Yes?” he asks while kissing your neck.
“I will get myself ready for you, alright? And when I am I will sit on you and make you feel good.”
“Please be quick,” it slips out of him.
You smirk and kiss his lips once. “Oh, I see: the opened ports have their effects on you again.”
Then you scoot from his lap to walk into the bedroom.
Data looks after you, confused. Perhaps even something like anger or frustration in his expression.
In the bedroom you look for something to make this all easier. When you find the bottle you squirt some of it in your palm and lie down on the bed.
“My love?”
You answer with a whine as your first finger pushes in.
“I would really like to see you. Would you please come here?” Data asks.
“No,” you smirk and then moan softly. Your legs propped up, you relish the thought of him sitting there. Unable to even watch you do this.
When one finger feels not enough you push in one more and then the next.
You move them in and out and gasp.
“Oh god. I have three fingers inside. It’s still not enough though,” you whine.
“I could… My love? I could help you with that,” he tells you from his position in the living area.
“What? You could help me? How would that work? Would you push in another one? One of yours?”
“No, my love, I would push in—”
You moan as loudly as you can.
“My love, please come here,” he pleads.
“I should come? Perhaps I should. I am certainly close,” you tease.
“Please do not. Please let me…”
You see him then trying to get off the chair but when his hands reach the back of his head you quickly jump off the bed and walk over.
You shake your head disapprovingly at him. “Oh no, sweetie. That isn’t how we do that, is it? That isn’t how you are good for me.”
Data frowns up. “I wish to penetrate you. Please, let me.”
The golden eyes stare up at you. One of his hands is rubbing himself over his pants.
You purse your lips, playing that you think about it. And that you do stretch out as long as you can.
“Alright, I will allow it,” you smirk then and put his hand away from his crotch. You replace it with your own and rub a few times.
Data closes his eyes.
“Oh, sweetie, you are all hard already? You have been for so long, haven’t you? All ready to push in but I wouldn’t let you yet, did I?”
“You did not,” he confirms. Trying to sound neutral as best he can.
You lean down and kiss his cheek. “How about I let you now? I will lower myself onto you, maybe even let you thrust in and out. Would you like that? Would you enjoy coming inside of me, sweetie?” Another cheek kiss.
“Thank you, my love. I would enjoy this. May I now?” He meets your eyes innocently.
You caress his cheek. “Yes, I will undress you just so much that you can push in, alright? But remember you are still opened up. So don’t move too much around. We don’t want to break any cables.”
He nods hastily and then watches you pull down his pants.
When his arousal is freed you lean down to lick over his tip. After that you take him inside of your mouth. Not all of it. But a little. You suck and feel a hand run through your now slightly sweaty hair.
You plop him out of your mouth and swing yourself onto his lap.
“I have prepared myself,” you whisper and kiss his cheek.
As you push down on him, you moan and close your eyes. You shiver.
“Was it this? Did you think of this all day long, sweetie? Did you want to be inside of me so badly you couldn’t focus?” you tease.
“I believe so,” he says softly.
You lower yourself further. When all of him is inside of you you start to move your hips in circles.
He stares with an open mouth.
Then you start to move up and down.
“I can’t imagine the pain you have been in, sweetie,” you gasp, “all hard and ready all day? Just thinking of this? Thinking of fucking me? Would you have liked me to come to you? Perhaps you would have liked a quickie in a bathroom?”
“I believe I would have liked that. But I prefer the way we are doing it now,” he says matter-of-factly.
You lean toward his lips and breathe on them. “You are so easily aroused. I can just bounce on your hardness all day long, can’t I?”
“You can,” he says and closes his eyes for a moment.
“Oh, sweetie, you are horny all the time, aren’t you? You poor sweetie,” you pout at him and flutter your eyelids. Meanwhile bouncing up and down.
Until you get a little tired.
You gasp, take a break and see the look on Data’s face. He is almost at the point at which he asks you to take over.
No.
You are in charge.
And it will stay that way.
So you bite into his neck softly while you get faster. You whine and gasp into his ear and tighten around him.
“Oh, my love,” he then suddenly says and holds your hips in place.
When you feel him fill you up you shudder, move up and down a few times more and then yell out his name.
Shivering and sweaty you fall against his chest, eyes closing.
He doesn’t move. You don’t move.
You feel his hand rub your back.
“I believe you need to disconnect me and look at the readings,” he says and kisses the top of your head.
You groan. Exhausted from the day and what just happened here.
“I know what they will say,” you mutter into his uniform.
“And that is?” he asks and wraps his arms around you.
You sigh and answer, still with closed eyes, “That you want to go again.”