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Subject: [ASC] NEW: TNG - Perfect Angel 1/1 (Y/f) [NC-17] FFF
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Title: Perfect Angel
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS @ aol.com )
Series: TNG
Rating: NC-17 
Code: Yar/f (Beata)
Parts: 1
Summary: A PWP -- a *possible* missing scene from the episode "Angel One"
Part of Round XIV of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest --
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ 
Archiving: The FFF, ASC*, WWOMB and my own web page --
http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/ -- all others, please ask first.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the TREK universe, I just play there. No
copyright
infringement intended, nor any money made. This original work of fanfiction is
the property of T'Lin,   28 May, 2004.
Feedback gladly accepted, publicly or privately.

***

PERFECT ANGEL
by T'Lin -- 0405.28

When the summons came, I was surprised ... I knew that Riker had gone to be
with her, and assumed he would try and spend the night. I mean, that's how he
operates, after all. But here it was, only an hour or so after dinner, and
Beata had requested my presence in her chamber.

I contemplated my attire -- I had taken advantage of the facilities, and my
hair was still slicked back from the shower I had taken, and I was dressed in a
silky deep blue dressing gown provided by my host -- should I change, or go as
I was. 

The summons didn't appear to be urgent, yet I didn't want to take too long in
replying, just in case. Personally, I hoped this was a social call ... I had
been rather hot and bothered ever since I first laid eyes on Beata. I'll admit,
when I saw Riker dressed for an evening with her ... well, my laughter over his
appearance was not to ridicule ... I was trying not to be bitter out of
jealousy. 

Riker would never be able to satisfy a woman like Beata. He was too "macho" ...
he'd never be able to tone it down enough to be what Beata was used to in a
male companion. But me ...I could give her exactly what she needs. At least, I
hoped I could.

"And now, I hope I'll get a chance," I say softly to myself, as I arrive at her
chamber door.

The door opens, and Beata is across the room. "Come in, Tasha," she says, and
the door closes behind me as I step forward into the candle-lit room. There are
cushions on the floor around a low table; the remains of the dinner she had
with Riker still evident. Upon closer inspection, I see that most of the food
is untouched, and one wineglass is overturned, spilling its contents onto the
cushion.

I look at Beata quizzically, and she says, "Riker had the wrong impression of
what our dinner was to be."

I smiled, and said, "I thought he might." I crossed to her side of the room,
and added, "He has a tendency to be rather boorish, when it comes to his
attitude regarding women."

"So I gathered." Beata stepped closer to me, as she continued, "I will admit, I
was looking for someone a bit more ... aggressive," she smiled, as she paused
slightly, then continued, "but there is a difference between 'aggressive' and
'boorish' ... he does not know the difference."

I reached up and placed my hand on her shoulder, saying softly, "I do," then
leaned closer and kissed her firmly on the lips.

At once, I felt her hand slide up my back, pulling me closer ... our bodies
pressed together,
apparently perfectly contoured to one another, like pieces of a puzzle.

She was strong, as she pulled me down onto the cushions. I let her take control
just long enough to open my robe, and as she slipped it off of my shoulders, I
took over. Before she was quite aware of it, I had pinned her beneath me,
straddling her thighs, as I opened her tunic, and revealed her breasts. 

They were firm, and quite large ... I was quite fascinated with the intricate
pattern circling the nipples, wondering if it was natural to her people, or a
tattoo. It was impossible to tell by touch, but soon I was too busy sucking on
the hard peaks of her nipples to ask.

Beata's fingers were squeezing my own nipples quite nicely, when suddenly, I
felt something hard press against my abdomen every time I rocked forward.
Experimentally, I lay down upon Beata, grinding my hips against her, as I would
in this position with a man ... she moaned in pleasure, as she released my
tits, and grabbed my hips, pulling me tighter against her body.

Suddenly, she flipped us over, pinning me to the cushions beneath her. In a
blur, the remains of her clothing was gone, and I could see clearly that she
had one of the most magnificent erections I had ever seen. She lifted my hand,
and said, "Stroke me."

Fascinated, I did as she instructed, noticing that the same intricate pattern
that was on her breasts encircled the head of her cock. As I ran my thumb over
the pattern, she writhed in pleasure ... the cock swelling in my hand. "Take
me," I plead, as I give her cock a firm squeeze.

I spread my legs, as she kneels between them. My eyes are closed, in
anticipation of her thrust ... but it is not her cock I feel. Her tongue, warm
and wet, flicks across my sensitized flesh, making me writhe and buck my hips,
seeking more. 

When I feel I can take no more, she crawls up my body, flicking her tongue into
my navel, and along my ribs before ... 

****    

I jump at the sound of voices in the other room, and realize that I've been
dreaming. And what a dream! I try to calm myself, as I listen. Apparently,
Riker has just returned from Beata's chamber, and Deanna was sitting up waiting
for him. I look at the chronometer, and see that it is quite late. I hear
Deanna ask about his night, and Riker say goodnight to her, without giving her
any details.

And now, I find myself unable to get back to sleep; thoughts of Beata swirling
through my mind, bringing the details of my dream into frustratingly vivid
reality. As I lay there, trying to relieve my sexual tension, there is a small
sound from the comm in my room. I ask, "Hello?" not really expecting a reply.

"Ah, you are awake," came a quiet voice. At once, I realize it is Beata. "I
would like to see you, if ..."

"Of course," I reply at once, quickly dressing as I say, "I'll be right there."
As I leave this room, and make my way to Beata's chamber, I pinch myself, to
see if I am, indeed, awake ... then smile, hoping reality turns out as
satisfying as my dream.

~the end~  
>:-]
    T'Lin

http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/index.html 

"It is Unethical to harm a patient ... I can cause as much pain as I want to."
     ~~ Phlox ("Dead Stop")

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