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Date: Wed, 09 Jun 2004 23:06:24 -0400
Subject: [ASC] NEW FFF TNG/TOS "Underwater Basketweaving" [R] Troi/Rand, Riker/Troi implied
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Posted: 9 Jun 2004 19:54:42 -0700  
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From: blueberrysnail@yahoo.com (Farfalla Caqui) 
 

Title: Underwater Basketweaving
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com
Series: TNG/TOS
Characters: Troi/Rand, Troi/Riker implied
Rating: R
Summary: Hairstyling is lesbian foreplay. Didn't anyone tell you that?

UNDERWATER BASKETWEAVING

"Computer, bring up personal program Troi-33."

Deanna Troi took a deep breath and waited with her hands on her hips
as the holodeck's grid transformed into a tropical paradise. Classical
columns surrounded a marble bath set into a hill of verdant green, and
flowering vines twined around their smooth, white splendor. The water
was clear and bubbling slightly, and in the meadow, rabbits hopped
through the grass, stopping to graze on the dandelions.

A blonde goddess sat at the edge of the marble pool, wearing an old
Starfleet uniform from nearly a hundred years ago. Well, most of
it--the tall, sexy, black boots were sitting beside her on the marble.
The red dress was so short that not even the hem was wet, even though
the woman's legs were deep within the water. They swayed gently in its
bubbling current, this way and that.

Deanna walked towards the pool. As she walked, she cast away the dark
blue cloak she had worn out of modesty for the journey from her cabin
to the holodeck. By the time she reached the pool, only a skimpy white
bikini remained upon her shapely body.

She sat down next to the imaginary woman. Well, she wasn't really
imaginary, just historical, but it was doubtful the real Lieutenant
Rand would have put herself in this position. This wasn't Captain
Sulu's communications officer and wife, she reminded herself--this was
Yeoman Rand, who'd once been the June centerfold in a Starfleet
Academy fundraiser calendar. Deanna had come across the antique piece
of sexual silliness on a sub-space message board a year ago, and since
then, this woman of bewitching eyes and towering, flaxen hair had been
her favorite holodeck fantasy.

Rand turned towards her. "Hello, Deanna."

"Hello, Yeoman Rand," Deanna replied. She was already wet--and not
from the water. She had done this many times, and her heart was
beating quickly in anticipation.

"Your hair is very pretty," Rand said chattily.

"So's yours," Deanna murmured. "I wonder if you would show me how it
works?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your hairstyle is so complicated. It must have taken you hours."

"Not really," said Holo-Rand. "I've had lots of practice."

"I'd love to learn," said Deanna. "Sometimes curly hair can be so...
unmanageable."

"But nice to look at."

"I might have an easier time figuring out how your hairstyle fits
together if I saw it being put together," Deanna explained. "Or, since
it's already up right now, if you showed me how you take it down,
piece by piece."

"I could do that," Rand agreed. "I might as well, if we're going to go
in the water. It doesn't wear well wet."

*Ah, but YOU do...* thought Deanna cheerfully.

"Thank you," she said aloud. "I appreciate that."

Rand's slender, skilled fingers went to her golden beehive. She
unfastened an unseen clasp in the back and unwound the first
shimmering lock. Deanna groaned and opened her legs slightly.

Lock by lock, strand by strand, every glistening piece of Rand's
basket-woven hair slipped through her fingers and floated down in
gentle softness around her face. Eyes thick with makeup peered
seductively at Deanna from beneath mascara-rich lashes. And Deanna
Troi's fingers worked busily between her own labia.

Rand's blonde hair now hung free, unbound by any braid or weave or
clasp, rippling in the wind with unnatural body from its earlier
confinement. She looked like a mermaid imprisoned within her uniform.

"Take off your uniform," Deanna commanded. This was a program, and you
could do fun things with programs.

Rand peeled off her red minidress, starting at the top. Her breasts
were big and creamy-white, with a hint of pink. Her nipples were
prominently pointed.

Deanna stepped into the water and pulled Rand in after her by the
wrists. Once submerged, Rand undressed the eager counselor with her
teeth, casting the bathing suit aside on the marble ledge until
needed. Deanna stole a few choice mouthfuls of breast before Rand
moved behind her.

"Lean back," Rand cooed. Deanna molded her shoulders into the embrace.

With one hand, Rand caressed Deanna's buttock and hip before moving it
towards her pussy. She worked Deanna into a state of ecstatic
oblivion. And with the other hand, she--or rather, the holodeck
computer--worked tonsorial magic on Deanna's curly tresses.

When the program was complete, Deanna calmly dressed and placed the
cloak around her dripping shoulders. She closed down the holodeck and
walked back to her cabin.

Ten minutes later, she arrived at the bridge. Riker immediately looked
up from his station when he saw her, and she flashed him a huge smile.

He grinned right back at her. "Deanna! You've been using your holodeck
hairstyling program again, haven't you. It looks wonderful."

//

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