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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: Let Your Hair Down 1/1 TNG W/T NC-17
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"Let Your Hair Down" [NC17]

A Star Trek: The Next Generation Story

By Lal Soong
Author Note: This is a branch story to my Trip to Nowhere series and is
concurrent to events happening in WT's daughter, Shannara's vp.  Reference
to "they" is to a species known as the Akodians, which I introduced in my
novel "Out of Alignment."  An old version of that story should still be in
the ASC archive, but you can find the most current version at my website.
Thanks for reading!

"She's gone," Deanna said. The words sounded so final, and she fell to her
knees, leaning her head against the soft floor of the transporter pad.
Reaching for the spot where only a moment ago her daughter had stood, she
cried out her little girl's name. "Shannara!"

Worf stepped from around the operator's console to join his wife. He felt
every bit of her anguish, but being a Klingon, he managed through stern
determination not to show it. After waving the others off, Picard, Beverly,
and Data, he wrapped his arms around Deanna, brushing her hair with his
fingers.

"When will they return her to us, Worf?" she begged of him. Lifting her
head, she peered into her husband's well-mannered face. He wiped at her
tears gently with the tips of his fingers.

"I believe they will take good care of her," he assured her. Silently, Worf
tried to convince himself of that truth. "Nevertheless, it will serve no
purpose for us to remain here vigilantly awaiting her return." He released
his hold around her and stood. Offering her his hand to help her up, he
added, "It could be days before Shannara returns. Why don't we rendevous to
our quarters?....enjoy a hot chocolate, maybe even a back rub."

Deanna's demeanor softened as she accepted Worf's hand. She stood, playfully
running her hand through his beard. "It has been a long time since we've had
the luxury of spending a day in bed without the threat of children
interrupting us." Walking toward the exit, she swayed her hips, and with a
pause at the door, she turned slightly and ran her tongue across her lower
lip. She disappeared as the door swished closed behind her.

Worf growled as he felt himself hardening against the tight fabric of his
uniform. "Wench!" he exclaimed and followed her out the door.

She did not slow her stride even enough to look back to see if Worf was
following her. She knew; he knew she knew. Barely able to suppress the urge
to ravage her out in the corridor, Worf matched her pace, keeping a short
distance between them.

She entered their quarters.

Closing the gap in seconds, Worf hesitated outside the door to adjust his
uniform. Wearing it was growing increasingly uncomfortable! Once inside, he
found his wife standing before the replicator. She removed two steaming cups
from the unit and turned toward him. "Hot chocolate?" she asked him.

I would rather make our own steam, he thought, approaching her. Then he
thought about how delicious foreplay always was between them and graciously
accepted the cocoa. "Thank you." They sipped at their drinks, their stares
not wavering from each other. A small amount of chocolate dribbled onto
Deanna's chin and before she had her hand completely raised to wipe it away,
Worf leaned toward her and licked her clean. Not giving him a chance to
escape, she caught his tongue with her mouth. He felt a shudder run from his
ridged chest down his abdomen and below.

Their cups fell on the floor, splashing the blue carpet, but they paid them
no heed. Worf scooped Deanna up into his arms and carried her into their
bedroom. Enough foreplay! he decided. Practically throwing her onto the bed
in Klingon fashion, he proceeded to unfasten her uniform. He thrust his arm
under her blouse to fondle her breasts and immediately felt her responding.
She rocked underneath him and lapped at his ear.

"Worf," she whispered and maneuvered her body enough so she could slip the
blouse off. As he tilted his head forward to tongue her nipples, she
unfastened the tie around his hair and untwined his braid. Glancing up at
Deanna, he let out a warrior's growl. She growled back, lowering her hands
to his butt and squeezing him closer to her. "Darling," she hissed, "show me
more!"

Unzipping his uniform, Worf rolled his shirt off his shoulders. He felt the
sting as his mate bit into his right shoulder and a trickle of blood ran
down his arm. Licking it away, she caused shivers to rise up from Worf's
gut. He slithered the rest of the way out of his clothes and Deanna took her
opportunity to provide him with a little oral gratification. Rocking with
her mouth, Worf grew increasingly excited and brought his hands to her
shoulders to quicken the pace. Nearly coming, he roared with satisfaction.

Deanna raised up and he helped her the rest of the way out of her uniform,
his fingers dancing artfully between her thighs and causing her to moan with
pleasure. She grew wet, and he brought his hand to his mouth to taste her.
Sniffing, he sensed her readiness. He lowered back on to her gently poking
his member at the patch between her thighs. Aiding his efforts, she wrapped
her ankles around his backside and clasped her hands around his neck. Both
of them let out a moan as he penetrated her.

"Worf," she uttered as she brought her lips to his. Their tongues met,
keeping pace with the rhythm below until they both exploded. They remained
joined for minutes afterward, running their hands through each others' long
locks.

"I'm debating," Deanna said, breaking the long silence, "whether to take a
shower first or to eat."

As gratifying as his intimate times were with his mate, Worf always felt a
strong need to immediately refresh himself afterward. "Shower," he replied
and with a lecherous smile, added, "together."

"Great! I'd love the opportunity to wash that hair of yours."

Worf nodded. He was pleased that he could still show his wife a good time. I
have a few more creative ways to help keep her mind off our daughter, he
thought and followed her into the bathroom......

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