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Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:34:52 -0600
Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 7/9 (T/B, T/Dmr) [NC-17] SLUFF
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Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF
Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com)
Series: TNG/DS9
Rating: NC-17
Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, 
T&S
Part: 7/9 of Section 1/2
Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd 
seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), 
gets in to all kinds of trouble.
Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash  & rough sex 
Beta by: Jim
Archive: Yes, please.  Just let me know where.
Disclaimer:  None of them are mine.  Star Trek, the Next Generation, 
Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine.  They all 
belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, 
Gene Roddenberry.

~ Part 7 ~

Dukat helped her dress and handed her over to Damar.

"Dr. Bashir will meet us at the airlock," Damar informed her and 
gently picked her up.  "I'm sure Gul Dukat did not intend to harm 
you."

She looked at him with a smile.  "I know he didn't."

As he made his way through the ship, he asked, "I hope you will 
contact me when you are healed."

She turned her head into his chest. "Definitely.  I hate to owe 
people."

"I hoped you would be with me for other reasons not only because you 
owe me."

She laughed lightly.  "Damar, you don't know me very well.  Trust me 
when I say I never do anything just out of obligation.  I would want 
something also.  I find you very intriguing.  I already know you're 
heroic and a dedicated soldier.  I want to find out what else is 
under this armor of yours."

When he arrived at the airlock, he leaned in for a nice long 
kiss.  "I am looking forward to it."  Then he carried her over to 
Dr. Bashir and gently placed her on her feet.

"Thank you, Damar," she whispered and Damar turned on his heels and 
disappeared back into the ship.

"How do you feel?" Julian asked as he ran the medical scanner over 
her.

"Pain, Julian.  I feel pain," she said laughing a little.

He looked up from the scans.  "Why are you laughing?"

"Because I wondered how I get myself in this kind of trouble."

He put away the scanner and made a make shift sling for her 
arms.  "Well you really should wonder.  You have a right dislocated 
shoulder and your other arm has a pulled ligament.  This should keep 
them steady until we get to the infirmary.  Do you want me to carry 
you?"

"No, I could walk," then kissed him as she added, "Thank you, 
Julian."  She was grateful that no one asked about her condition as 
they made their way slowly.  She wasn't in the mood to explain it to 
anyone.

He took her to a private exam room and quickly fixed her up.  "All 
done. as good as new," he declared.

Deanna swung both arms to test them.  "Thank you."

He stood closely in front of her.  "So tell me what happened."

She caressed his face.  "I think Dukat wanted to see my breasts 
from. a better angle and pulled on my arms little too hard."

"What about what Garak said about him being sadistic?"

She kissed all over his face.  "Over exaggerated.  I would be more 
concerned with his huge ego.  Besides it was an accident of which he 
apologized.  I wouldn't be surprised if I find dozen roses from him 
when I get back aboard."

He leaned into her for a hug.  "At least it was an accident."

She held his gaze.  "Julian. is this about Garak?  Did you talk to 
him?"

"I did and I won't be seeing him anymore."

"I hope I wasn't the cause."

"No, of course not.  You just helped me see things more clearly."

"How did he take it?"

"As good as expected, I guess," then he saw tension on her 
face.  "Don't worry about it, Deanna.  He'll be fine. I'll be fine."

He ran his hands up her legs suggestively.  "In fact if you are up 
for it, you could help me celebrate."  Then he nudged her legs apart 
and rubbed his cock against her core.

"Mmm. Julian." she moaned as she rocked herself against him.  "Keep 
going." she pleaded and started to take his jacket off.  "I'll help 
you. celebrate. anytime."

He continually rubbed himself against her while taking her top off 
and began to massage her breasts.  "Dukat's wrong.  Your breasts are 
beautiful no matter what angle you look at them."

"Thank you."  She rewarded him with a kiss.  Then she moaned 
harder, "Ah. Julian." as she came suddenly.  She kissed him again 
and giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked as he finally took his jacket off.

She helped him out of his undershirt and answered, "I still have 
most of my clothes on."

"We could fix that," and eased off her thong.  Then he propped her 
legs on the biobed, opening her wide.  He kissed her on the lips 
with a smile and made his way down to her sweet spot.  He licked and 
lapped listening to her moans and groans as she peaked again.

"Julian." she begged, "Come on, fuck me.  Fuck me until your 
satisfied."

He kissed her again letting her taste herself.  Then he pulled out 
his cock and pushed his way in as he groaned, "I may. never be 
satisfied."

As he started pumping, she whispered, "Then I guess you have to keep 
going."

He moved slowly, enjoying every inch of her.  "Oh god. I want to 
keep you."

She was startled.  She didn't like hearing words of commitment.  She 
moved her hips to meet his every thrust to urge him.  "Enjoy me now, 
Julian.  Fuck me now."

He knew he could never keep her.  No one can keep Deanna.  Before he 
blurted the big `L' word, he kissed her while enjoying her now.

As they continued to fuck, they were suddenly interrupted by the 
COMM system.  <Dr. Bashir? >

He slowed his movement as he answered, "Bashir, here."

The nurse announced, <Garak is here to see you. >

He watched Deanna as he asked, "Is it an emergency?"

<I don't think so. >

"Please ask Dr. Tar to handle it.  Bashir out."

"Sorry about the interruption," he said and he could clearly see her 
concern on her face.  "Don't worry, Deanna," he told her and 
caressed her face.  Then he grinned.  "Now where were we?"

She smiled back at him.  "You were right in the middle of fucking my 
brains out, Dr. Bashir.  And this patient will die if he doesn't 
continue."

He started to move faster once again.  "Then it's my job to keep you 
alive."

Soon her orgasm hit and it pushed him over the edge as he called 
out, "Oh, Deanna!"

~ TBC ~



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