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Deanna Troi is having a shitty day.
She tries to focus on what Reg Barclay is telling her about his latest holodeck fantasy, but her mind is on her stomach.
Deanna woke up feeling irritable this morning for no reason she could discern. To add insult to injury, her replicator was offline delaying her coffee and breakfast. She’d been fantasizing about yogurt with honey and raspberries and somehow not being able to have that had been demoralizing. A broken replicator isn’t at the top of any engineer’s repair list, so Deanna wasn’t under any delusions she’d have breakfast before she left for her morning appointments. And she was correct. She’d left her quarters, hungry and caffeine deprived and made it to her office in just enough time to replicate a coffee there before her first appointment arrived.
Now, five hours later without more than a two minute break, the only thing between her and lunch is Reg and his inability to admit the fact that he has issues with self-esteem, confidence, and control.
“Reg,” Deanna says, raising a hand to cut him off. “I wouldn’t normally say this, but we’ve known each other a long time now, right?”
He nods shakily. “Yes, Counselor.”
“Right,” she replies. “I think what’s been holding you back from making progress is your own unwillingness to admit that you have a problem.”
“Oh - I know I have a problem, Counselor,” Reg says, nodding his head rapidly. “Everyone tells me I do.”
Deanna sighs. “And what is that problem?”
“Um,” Reg says, furrowing his brow. “Holodeck addiction?”
“Are you so unsure of yourself?” she asks, crossing her legs a little more violently than necessary.
He opens his mouth and then closes it again. “I - um - I guess I’m sure?”
Deanna blows out a breath and picks up a PADD from behind her and hands it to Reg. “I want you to spend half an hour a day on a holodeck version of Ten Forward this week.”
Reg’s eyes get wide. “What?” He takes the PADD from her.
“Followed by at least half an hour in the actual Ten Forward,” Deanna finishes. “Then record on that PADD the differences you note in your own behavior between the two places.”
“Um, ok,” Reg says. “I’m not sure I -”
“I’m sure you’ll notice some marked differences in your behavior and your comfort,” Deanna interrupts.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready to -”
“If you don’t take charge of your own progress here, we’re never going to get anywhere,” she says, raising her brows as his mouth opens and closes silently. “Now, our time is up. I’ll see you next week. I want you to fill that PADD up with notes, Mr. Barclay.”
Reg stands, his shoulders hunched, the PADD clasped between both hands. He nods vigorously. “Of course, Counselor.”
Deanna watches him leave without a shred of regret. She should have said all that shit to him sooner. She supposes her current intense level of hunger has been good for something at least.
She stands, gathering her things, thinking that she’ll need to go to Ten Forward to get something to eat since her replicator likely isn’t fixed yet. Great. People love coming to talk to her in Ten Forward about their problems. Deanna tolerates it up to a point, but usually suggests people make appointments with her. However there are always some people who still don’t seem to get it. And today - she just wants to be left alone.
Her door chimes and Deanna chucks the PADD she was holding down onto the couch.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “Come in!”
Her doors open to reveal Will leaning on the doorframe, his expression stormy. He’s radiating irritation and he strides inside. Deanna holds up a hand, stopping him.
“I don’t have the energy for any sort of bridge crew emergency today, Will,” she says. “I’m starving.”
“I know you’re starving,” he says. He stops in front of her and crosses his arms. “You’ve been projecting every single emotion down our bond today. I’ve been thinking I should come check on you for hours now but your appointment schedule was full and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Gods,” Deanna says, running a hand over her half-up hair. “I didn’t realize.”
Will’s expression softens and he reaches forward, tilting her chin up. “Anything I can do?”
Will is the only person brave enough to touch her when she’s visibly frustrated and instead of annoying her, she wants to sink into his touch. And she would - if she wasn’t so damn hungry.
Deanna takes his hand in hers and squeezes it before dropping it and pushing lightly at the center of his chest. “You can get out of my way, imzadi. This girl needs lunch.”
Will chuckles and steps to the side, gesturing for her to go first. “Would never want to stand between a hungry Betazoid woman and her meal.”
“Wise of you,” Deanna mutters. “Are you going to lunch right now?” She turns to watch as he follows her out of her office and into the hall.
“Yeah,” he says with a nod. “You’ve been projecting your hunger so strongly that even though I ate a decent breakfast - I’m starving.”
“Come be my buffer in Ten Forward,” Deanna says, turning to him with wide eyes she knows he has a hard time resisting. Though sometimes people still approach her when she’s with Will, if they look cozy enough, everyone leaves them alone.
She clasps his hand, entwining their fingers, and Will bites his bottom lip and sighs. Yet Deanna senses a sort of humorous resignation from him. She has him. Perhaps there’s still time for her day to turn around.
“You need better boundaries,” Will says, raising one brow.
“Now’s not the time for lectures,” she replies. “I’m starving, remember?”
“Fine, I’ll be your buffer,” he says with a sigh.
Relief rides through her limbs and she smiles. “Thank you, Will.”
They walk up to the turbolift and it opens for them, mercifully empty. They enter and Will orders the lift to Deck Ten. Deanna leans against the back of the turbolift, and Will turns to her, leaning his left arm and shoulder against the wall. He looks down at her, his blue eyes twinkling, mischievousness coming off him in waves.
“What?” she asks.
He shrugs with his outer shoulder and reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Deanna feels a tiny curl of arousal at the touch, but it’s smothered by her hunger and general irritation.
“Just wondering how else I can improve your day,” he murmurs, raising a brow.
Deanna shrugs. “After I eat, I’ll likely be a new woman.” She raises her brows. “Ask me then.”
“I plan to,” he replies, turning as the turbolift doors open.
Ten Forward is packed, but no one approaches their table. Will is giving off intense “Number One” vibes, contrary to his usually gregarious persona which makes people apprehensive to approach him. And thus apprehensive to approach Deanna who is sitting directly next to him, wolfing down her butter chicken and naan like it’s going to dematerialize at any moment.
After finishing her meal, she leans back and sets her fork and knife down on her empty plate. She gets a wave of pleasure from Will who finished his BLT ages ago. She looks up to see him watching her with a knowing sort of grin.
She raises her brows at him, feeling much happier now that she’s not ravenous.
“Just like seeing you satisfied,” he says, answering her unspoken question.
Deanna smirks and crosses her arms. “You’re in a playful mood today.”
Will chuckles and shakes his head. “I wasn’t - what with all of your frustration leaking through our bond. But -” He shrugs. “Seeing you tends to put me in a better mood.”
Deanna reaches out to squeeze his arm. “Likewise.”
He leans forward, crossing his arms on the table. “Now,” he starts. “How else can I improve your day, Deanna?”
She purses her lips as she picks up his demeanor. Happy, sensual, with just a hint of recklessness. The perfect combination of emotions for making a decision that might lead to either a great story, or a formal reprimand.
“You could get my replicator fixed,” she replies with a raised brow.
Will shakes his head and smiles. Then he taps his commbadge sharply. “Riker to Ensign Halloway.” His deeper than usual voice makes Deanna grin.
”Ensign Halloway here, sir.
Will looks down at Deanna and winks. “I need the replicator in private crew quarters 910 repaired immediately.”
”Yes, sir.
Will gives Deanna a smug sort of look and she bites her cheek to keep from laughing.
“Anything else, Counselor?” he asks, raising his brows.
Deanna decides to lean into this playful sort of feeling she’s getting from Will. “Why don’t we take a walk in the arboretum?” she says. “I have an hour before my next appointment.”
Will’s blue eyes practically sparkle with mischief. “What a perfect idea.”
They get up and he offers her his arm. Deanna takes it, tucking her hand into his elbow. She smiles up at him and he grins down at her. When they’re together like this, Deanna feels invincible. They sail through Ten Forward and down the hall, making for the arboretum.
They walk into the arboretum and Deanna takes a deep breath of the lush, humid air. It smells like dirt and green, growing things. It reminds her of Betazed. Keiko has expanded the arboretum recently, and things are thriving under her care. The vines and shrubs and tangle of plants are especially dense behind the small pond at the center of the space.
Will and Deanna turn right and take the largest path that encircles the entire space. The only sound Deanna hears is the gentle lap of water from the pond where it empties into a tiny stream running through the vegetation.
“Is no one here?” Will murmurs. He scans the area.
“I don’t sense anyone in here,” Deanna replies, reaching out with her empath abilities. “Why?”
He smirks and as soon as they walk behind the denser vegetation he turns to her, his gaze smoldering, his emotional aura distinctly aroused. She bites her bottom lip and slides both her hands around his waist looking up into his handsome face.
“Is there anything else I can do to improve your day, Deanna?” he murmurs. He leans down and catches her mouth in a luxuriously slow, gentle kiss and she melts into his chest.
“Mmm,” she hums against his lips. “I think you already have some ideas.” This is exactly what she intended by suggesting the walk in the arboretum, and she knows it’s what Will wanted too. Are they being reckless? Of course. Does Deanna care at this moment? Not really. She’s too busy earning groans from Will across their bond as she nips at his lower lip.
There’s a large, flat boulder behind them and Will grasps Deanna around the waist and lifts her up to sit on it. She’s level with his gaze now and she smiles as he comes forward to press between her legs. His big hands catch on the fabric of her dress, pushing the skirt up a little. She rests her hands on his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles there.
Deanna pulls him forward for a deeper kiss, both of their feelings of arousal warm in her stomach. She scratches her nails gently through the hair at the back of Will’s head and he groans, his hands tightening on her thighs. He breaks off from her lips and presses open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
Will - Deanna sends, her eyes half closing as he slides his hands even farther up her thighs. Her skirt is almost around her waist now.
Yes, Deanna? he replies, his voice deep in her mind. He keeps up with his exploration of her neck with his mouth, delving down now to her collarbone. Deanna slides her fingers into his hair and grabs on. He sends a pleased growl through their bond. Tell me what you want, he sends. Tell me what will turn this day around for you.
Deanna knows that Will is well aware that her day has been better ever since he showed up at her office door. But she adores him for eagerness and care. She pulls his head up and kisses him deeply, her tongue and his sliding against each other. She reaches out once more to see if anyone has entered the arboretum and finding no one, she gives Will a slow smile.
“I don’t want to take advantage of your generous offer,” she murmurs.
“Take advantage, imzadi,” he says. He raises his brows. “I’ve been hoping I could get you alone for weeks now.” He squeezes her hips. “Been fantasizing about the feel of you beneath my hands.”
“Oh so this was a planned seduction?” Deanna asks, her mouth tilting up on one side.
Will chuckles. “No. But I know an opportunity when I see one.” He leans forward and kisses her forehead. “And like I said - I love seeing you satisfied.”
Deanna grins when he pulls back and rests both hands on his shoulders. “I know an opportunity when I see one too.” She pushes his shoulders down and Will beams when he realizes what she wants. His delight filters through her like sunlight.
“Fuck, Deanna -” he murmurs, his voice low and excited. “Here?” He looks around at the lush greenery. Huge, pink hibiscus flowers are starting to open nearby. “Someone could come in.” He raises a brow.
“Here,” she confirms with a wry smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs. His obedience hits her right where her dominant Betazoid predilections live - as Will well knows. She hisses in pleasure and he meets her gaze as he gets to his knees and pulls her forward a bit on the flat rock until her butt is right on the edge. Deanna leans back on her hands. He slides his hands up both her calves and hooks her legs under her knees, pulling them over his shoulders.
“I’ve never met anyone who likes to go down on a woman as much as you,” she says. “You should have been born Betazoid.”
Will presses a kiss to her inner thigh and reaches up, drawing a knuckle up and down her core through her underwear. Deanna shudders at the pressure.
“Going down on you turns me the fuck on,” Will murmurs. His gaze flicks up to meet hers. “Feeling you come on my tongue? Are you fucking kidding me? What’s better than that? Just knowing I can make you come apart like that gets me hard.”
“Mmm, Will,” she groans. She can feel the truth of his words. She digs her heels into his upper back and he slides her underwear aside, his knuckle trailing up the wetness of her pussy.
He pulls at her underwear and Deanna shifts up so that he can yank them off.
“I’d assume you’d tell me if anyone was around,” Will murmurs as he pushes her skirt up and tucks it around her, bearing her for him. “But I suppose if someone sees me licking your pussy -” He shrugs and winks at her. “I’m fine with that.”
“Gods, Will -” she groans. He knows the dirty fantasizing turns her on. She takes a shuddering breath as he leans forward, his mouth inches from her. Deanna can feel her heartbeat in her pussy. She’s throbbing with need for him. To think that her day started out in such an irritating way, and yet now she has her legs wrapped around Will Riker’s head in the arboretum? What an unexpected and delightful turn of events.
“You’re dripping,” he growls. He leans forward and licks her, his tongue and beard both firm and ticklish. Deanna breathes out slowly, allowing herself to relax against him as he presses sucking kisses to her flesh.
“Darling, that’s so good,” she purrs. She leans back and closes her eyes, inhaling a deep lungful of the lush air of the arboretum. Gentle pulses of pleasure flow up her body as Will tastes her, slow and languid. He flicks his tongue across her clit and Deanna jerks forward in response, one hand going forward to thread into Will’s hair. She looks down at him, her mouth open, as he eats her out. His eyes are closed, and Deanna can sense his pleasure as much as her own. He loves this.
I could do this all day, he says into her mind. He spears his tongue inside her and then drags it up to circle around her clit. You taste like you’re enjoying this, imzadi.
I am - gods - Deanna sends. Her mental voice is breathy as her stomach starts to coil, tense and hot, golden and crimson. She wraps her mind around Will’s, letting their mutual arousal course through her. He starts to rapidly flick his tongue over her clit again and she fists her hand in his hair, pressing him harder against her. She comes with a rush, her teeth clenched together to prevent herself from crying out.
Will presses one last kiss to her throbbing pussy before withdrawing and heaving in a deep breath. His face is flushed and covered in her release and he wipes it off on his arm. Deanna leans back again, her own chest rising and falling, her orgasm making her muscles loose.
Will grins at her and she returns his smile. He takes her legs off his shoulders and stands, leaning forward between her legs for a kiss. Deanna presses her hand to his cheek, tasting herself on his mouth and tongue. She breaks away and looks down, spotting his hard on bulging the front of his uniform pants.
“How do you want me to help you with that?” she asks, raising a brow and meeting his eye. She runs a finger over his hard length, and he growls and presses his forehead against hers.
“Let me sink into that wet pussy,” he says. He presses a kiss to the arch of her nose. “Let me make you come one more time.”
Deanna grins and pushes him back so that she can hop off the rock onto the grassy ground. Will’s hands rise around her and she kisses the hollow of his throat as she undoes his belt and unzips his pants. She pushes his pants and underwear down below his ass and pulls his hard cock out into the air. Her hand rises to wrap around his velvety length and Will hisses, his arousal flooding her mind as he buries his face in her hair.
“How do you want me, darling?” she murmurs against his neck.
Will takes her arms and spins her around, pushing her up against the rock. She braces herself against the surface and cants her ass back as he pushes her skirt up. Deanna can feel her own wetness dripping down her legs. She’s so ready for him.
Will pushes her legs a little farther apart and then she feels the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. He leans forward, teasing her pussy with his cock, slicking the length of him with her release.
“You want me fast - or slow?” he murmurs into her ear.
“Fast,” she moans. She feels empty without him filling her. Needy and desperate. “Fast and hard, imzadi.” Make me scream inside your head.
“Fu-u-uck,” he groans. And then before Deanna can take a breath, he’s inside her to the hilt. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. Will’s cock is sizable, filling her and hitting all the right spots. She feels stretched around his delicious length and she lets out a small moan as he withdraws and plunges back in.
He takes her at her word, fucking her hard and fast and Deanna does everything in her power to make as little noise as possible, aware that people could still come into the arboretum at any moment. Will’s hands are tight on her hips and he sheathes himself in her yet again, this time not withdrawing, but grinding into her with small, rough movements.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, pulling her under into such overwhelming pleasure that her whole body is quaking, her eyes squeezing shut. She moans through their bond, sending Will the feeling of her release and wrapping him in the quivering, shuddering glory. It undoes him. He grabs the nape of her neck, slamming into her like an animal unleashed until he comes inside her with a groan, his cock pulsing with his warm release.
Fuck - Deanna - fuck - oh my god - he stutters into her mind.
He stands still for a moment as they both breathe through the feeling. His cock is still buried fully inside her, and Deanna feels their releases start to leak out, dripping down her legs.
“Such a mess,” Will groans as he withdraws, his cock slipping out of her.
“I need a shower,” Deanna chuckles, looking down at herself. Aside from the sweat and sex and cum, she’s covered in debris from the rock, and Will pulls a small leaf from her hair with a grin. “I’ll have to push my next appointment back fifteen minutes,” she says ruefully.
Will looks down at himself. His knees are grass stained, his cock slick. Deanna laughs as she raises a hand to brush across his beard.
“You look like you’ve been -” she pauses, searching for a comparison but finding nothing.
“I’m sure I look like I’ve had my face in your pussy,” he says, attempting to comb his fingers through his messy beard.
Deanna raises a brow. “It’s a good look for you.”
Will laughs and tucks himself into his pants. “I guess I should shower as well before heading back to the bridge.”
Deanna flings her skirt out, not bothering to put her underwear on again. She reaches for Will’s hand, threading their fingers together. “Come on. Shower in my quarters.”
He scrunches his nose playfully before grinning. “You’re insatiable.”
Deanna shrugs. “I might still need a little bit more help turning this day around.”
“Anything to improve your day,” he replies, tugging her close.