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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW FFF TNG: "Images of Light and Love" 1/1 (Y/f) [R]
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Title: Images of Light and Love
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com )
Series: TNG
Codes: Y/f (Minuet)
Rating: R
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just
for fun. (Uses a quote from TOS: Conscience of the King)
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Notes: A pairing from T'Lin's grab-bag, written for Round XIV of the
Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/
Summary: Yar is drawn to a new acquaintance on the holodeck.

Images of Light and Love
by longbeachtrekstar, March 2004


Lieutenant Yar leaped over a meter off the floor. She rotated in mid-
air, tucking one leg under her butt while fully extending the other.
The outside of her foot struck the head of the sparring holodrone.
The computer calculated that the force was strong enough to render
the subject unconscious, and it crumpled to the floor. Tasha landed
with cat-like grace, ready for the next attack. Like a good chess
player, her every move was not just an attack, but a set-up for the
*next* attack.

This time, however, there were no more. The computer
chirped. "Program complete. Elapsed time: three minutes, seventeen
seconds. Do you wish to proceed to the next level?"

Tasha relaxed and picked up a towel, mopping her brow. Not her best
score, she thought, but a decent workout nonetheless. She wiped the
towel across the top of her chest, where the neckline of her light
blue exercise leotard swooped moderately low. Her holodeck time was
nearly over, but she had nothing else to do afterward. Her duty shift
had only recently ended, and it looked to be a quiet evening.

"Computer, has anyone scheduled any holodeck time immediately after
me?"

"Negative. The next block of reserved time is in nine hours at 0400
hours."

"In that case, book me for another hour, please."

The computer chirped its confirmation. "Do you wish to proceed to the
next level?"

"No, I think I'd like to relax a bit... Display arch." Tasha walked
over to the holodeck control arch, which appeared in the middle of
her gymnasium. "Display directory of recreational programs -- cafes
and bars." She looked over the selection. Several Earth cafe programs
by Picard (Paris and Nice, to be specific), a couple Betazed spa
programs by Troi, several Risa nightclubs by LaForge...

Here's one that looked interesting. A New Orleans jazz club created
by Riker. Well, that was no surprise. But the name of the program
was -- "Minuet". That was some kind of dance. Tasha wasn't sure
exactly what kind, but she didn't think it belonged in a jazz
club. "Computer, terminate current program and initiate program Riker-
4-5."

The gymnasium faded away and Tasha found herself standing just inside
the doorway of a smokey jazz club. The smoke was holographic and did
not bother her, the music was mellow, and sitting at the bar staring
straight at her was a sultry redhead. She wore an elegant long red
evening gown, and Tasha wondered if she was a significant part of the
program, or just more window dressing -- like the smoke. If she
turned out to be Riker's "kind of woman" then she doubted they would
get along very well. Still, she was appealing, and she had certainly
locked in on Tasha.

Yar walked over and sat down next to her. The barstool's cool leather
against her butt reminded her that she was still in nothing but a
leotard. She looked around. Her regular clothes were in the holodeck
somewhere, but she'd have to turn the program off to find them. She
could call up some holo-clothes, but they never felt right on her.
Well, everyone around her was only a hologram, so she didn't worry
about it.

She smiled at the redhead. "Hi. My name's Tasha."

The girl held her hand out daintily. "Enchanted. I'm Minuet."

"Ahh..." said Tasha with a smile.

"What does that mean?"

"It's your name... I'd been wondering... never mind." A bartender
stepped up. Tasha ordered some wine, and it was placed before her.
She held it up to Minuet. "What's a girl like you..."

"... 'doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this'. Please,
I've heard it already."

"Computer-generated? You *know* what you are?"

"Of course." Minuet leaned closer with a sly smile. "And I know what
you are too."

Tasha leaned forward with a smile as well. She felt as if she'd
stepped into the middle of a game, and it was fun. "So, what am I?"

Minuet straightened up and took a sip of her drink. "Is it cold in
here, or are you just happy to see me?" she asked.

Tasha looked down to see her own stiff nipples stabbing through the
thin material of her one-piece. She laughed. "A little of both, I
think."

The band in the corner of the bar began a new number. Minuet put her
hand on Tasha's bare shoulder. "I love this. Let's dance."

"I don't know," stalled Tasha. "I'm not really dressed for dancing."

"C'mon," urged Minuet, raising her arms into position. "I'll lead."

The two women stepped onto the tiny dance floor. They were the only
ones, and holographic eyes followed them from the surrounding tables.
Tasha placed one of her hands in Minuet's and placed the other on her
shoulder. Minuet wrapped one hand around Tasha's back, but quickly
slid it down and placed it on her nearly naked ass, giving it a firm
squeeze. Tasha giggled.

As the music ended, Minuet took a firm hold of Tasha and bent her
backward into a dip which took Yar's breath away. Rather than
returning to their seats at the bar, they sat at a more private table
against the wall. They stared warmly into each other's eyes.

"Could I see you again?" asked Tasha, truly forgetting for the moment
that she was speaking to a hologram. "Maybe we could go somewhere
else -- a walk through the French Quarter or something."

"I think something a little more physical might be more fun. Parrises
Squares, or maybe some sparring?"

"Are you kidding? That would be great."

"Okay," said Minuet, her eyes sparkling. "It's a date."

*****

Back in her quarters, Tasha finally stepped into a shower. As the
water cascaded over her, she kept thinking about her unusual
experience that evening. She'd never known holo-characters to be so
real, to seem so life-like.

As Tasha kept thinking about the sultry Minuet, she slid a soapy hand
between her thighs.

*****

After a light dinner in Ten Forward, Tasha noticed Commander Riker
having a drink at the bar. She went over to him and started up a
pleasant conversation. She quickly got to her main point.

"I hope you don't mind, Sir, but I tried out one of your old holodeck
programs that I found in the directory -- 'Minuet'."

Riker's eyes lit up. "Oh, wow. I haven't thought about her in quite a
while."

"But you remember her?"

"Oh yes. She was rather special."

"That's what I thought too. What *is* it about her?"

"Actually, she was created by the Bynars -- to keep the Captain and
me distracted when they took over the ship."

"Distracted?" teased Yar, with raised eyebrows.

"Nothing like that... She's based on a heuristic program. She learns
as she interacts with you, becoming more and more of what it is you
like. She could talk to me about jazz, then turn around and answer a
question from the Captain about Shakespeare in the same breath."
Riker stroked his bare chin, reminiscing. "Maybe I ought to try that
program again."

"Why did you stop?"

"Well, after the Bynars left -- and I caught on to what was going on -
- she somehow lost her appeal."

"She can *learn* from you?" asked Tasha, still fascinated.

"Yes. She reacts to your appearance, your body language, your speech
patterns... and correlates it all with your biographic data from the
main computer."

"My appearance? Oh God, I was in a leotard!"

Riker smiled, amused. "Really?"

"It wasn't like that... it was a workout... I mean I was sweaty... I
mean..." Under the glare of Riker's widening grin, Tasha beat a hasty
retreat.

*****

The next evening, Tasha -- wearing a light blue leotard similar to
the night before -- stood on a mat in the middle of her gymnasium
program. Of course, the Enterprise had an actual gym, but the
previous evening she'd needed the holodeck for her sparring routine.
Tonight, she needed it again.

"Computer, activate Minuet character from program Riker-4-5. Maintain
continuity from last night."

Minuet appeared before her, dressed in the same red gown from the
night before. "Well, hello," she smiled. Looking down at herself, she
added, "Not exactly dressed for the part, am I?"

"Oops. No, I guess not. Computer, remove evening gown."

Minuet stood naked before her. "Why Tasha, you little devil."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry." She blushed. "Computer, dress her in something
appropriate -- like me."

Minuet then appeared in the same type of light blue leotard. She
smirked. "Gee, and I thought this was gonna be a *fun* date." Looking
at her clothes, she asked, "Couldn't mine be red?"

Tasha smiled. "Computer, make it red." And it was. "Now, shall we get
down to business?"

Minuet stepped up very close to her. "Show me your best moves."

Tasha started off rather awkwardly and self-consciously. As they
continued their workout, she became more comfortable, but also rather
business-like. Training for combat was, after all, an integral part
of her job. After a time, they both lay on the mat, chests heaving as
they breathed heavily. Minuet began laughing.

"What?" asked Tasha a moment before looking down at herself. The left
side of her leotard had gotten twisted and pulled to the side,
leaving her pert little tit exposed. "Very funny," she said,
adjusting herself. "All right, then. Let's try something new. Get
down on all fours."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Stop it!" said Tasha with a smirk. "This is the starting position
for competition wrestling." She knelt beside Minuet, grasping her
near wrist and wrapping an arm around her waist. "The idea is to pin
your opponent's shoulders to the mat... Ready... Go!"

Minuet tried to slide out of Tasha's grasp, but the security officer
quickly flipped her over and had her pinned. As she lay atop
her "opponent," Tasha noticed the musky smell of Minuet's sweat, and
was once again amazed at the program's realistic detail. Tasha had
one arm across the top of Min's chest and the other wrapped around
one of her thighs. Noticing a dark sweat stain between the hologram's
legs, she decided they'd had enough foreplay.

Unwrapping her arm from the thigh, she dragged her hand between Min's
legs. Minuet's sudden moan encouraged her to keep going. Pulling the
fabric to one side, Tasha delicately massaged underneath. Call it
what you want, she thought, but don't say it isn't real.

Her other hand slipped below Minuet's neckline and grasped one of her
breasts. Zeroing in on her nipple, she began coaxing it to hardness.
A fun idea suddenly occurred to Tasha. "Computer, remove leotard."

Suddenly, Minuet was writhing under Tasha completely nude. "Hey! No
fair." But Minuet did not complain any further. She wrapped her arms
and legs around Tasha and rolled over on top of her. "I guess I've
got to do it the old-fashioned way." She pulled both straps down off
Tasha's shoulders, exposing her breasts and taking one between her
lips while skillfully massaging the other. Finally pulling the
twisted garment completely off, the two women lay naked together on
the mat in the center of the gym, arms and legs becoming ever more
twisted together.

*****

The next evening, Tasha stood before the mirror in her quarters,
examining herself. She'd first dreamed up this look for Data -- back
when a viral infection had subdued her inhibitions. Despite its
origin, it was still a look she enjoyed. Her hair was slicked down,
with one sexy lock curling across her forehead. The long-sleeved blue
dress covered her front completely and reached to the floor -- but it
was also completely backless. Tasha was nothing if not physically
fit, and she knew she had a nice back. She turned and looked at her
reflected image over her shoulder.

The garment hung delicately around her neck and swooped across her
chest to enclose her bosom before wrapping around her hips to just
barely cover her behind. Tasha could see the depression at the base
of her spine -- visible just above the fabric -- that hinted at her
sexy buttocks below.

Both halves of her brain wrestled with each other. One half sang with
pleasure at her own beauty and the promise of a romantic evening
ahead. The more logical half could not believe that the evening would
be with a hologram -- a collection of photons and forcefields, backed
up by the Enterprise mainframe. What was it about Tasha and
artificial intelligence? First Data. Now a computer-generated
hologram. Couldn't she interact with the real world?

Somehow, that thought seemed like a slight to Data, and she mentally
apologized.

But Minuet. Was she really just a hologram, or was she somehow more?

Plenty of crewmembers used the holodeck for anonymous sexual flings.
Many private holosuites were designed specifically for that purpose.
And even though it was technically against the rules on government
vessels, no one had ever been charged. But this situation seemed
different to Tasha. No -- it *was* different, she was sure. She felt
as if she were actually connecting with another sentient being.
Certainly Data had become more than just the sum of his parts. Why
couldn't it happen again?

Whatever it was, Tasha was happy, and she wasn't quite ready to give
it up over some philosophical debate. She checked herself in the
mirror once more, then headed out for her date.

*****

Tasha had been trying to decide what program to use for their next
meeting. Despite the intimacies of their last encounter, tonight was
what she thought of as their first real "date". She'd finally settled
on a beautiful beachside restaurant that she'd visited once on Risa.

Stepping into the program, she looked with satisfaction at the warm
tropical waters lapping at the sand. It was dusk, and tiki-lamps lit
the patio where a white-jacketed waiter showed her to her
seat. "Computer, initiate Minuet sub-routine."

On cue, Minuet appeared at the entrance, dressed in a delicate
lavender gown. She was likewise escorted to the table. "Hello," she
said, giving Tasha a gentle kiss before sitting down. The waiter
filled their wine glasses and placed escargot appetizers before them.

"So," said Tasha, gesturing around her. "Do you like it?"

Minuet looked around with an indecisive expression.

"What?" asked Tasha.

"Well, it's lovely, of course, but... it's just not *you* Tasha." She
reached across the table and took her hand. "I want to learn more
about you... about your world..."

"Don't you already know everything about me? You've got my whole
database to pull from, don't you?"

"Not really. Yes, my program has access to your file, but it's not
something I'm conscious of." She paused, and they both considered the
irony of her choice of words. "I mean, it's not like I could tell you
your Starfleet serial number. But, since my favorite color is red, I
can only assume it's because yours is as well."

"Actually," said Tasha, "I've become rather partial to gold lately."

"Yes," smiled Minuet. "You made full Lieutenant just before being
posted to the Enterprise." She leaned forward. "I'm so proud of you."
Tasha leaned forward as well, and they kissed. "That's what I want to
see, Tasha. Show me your world. Show me the Enterprise."

"But we have to stay on the holodeck. I can't show you the
Enterprise."

"Can't you?" asked Minuet with a twinkle.

Tasha pondered this a moment. "Computer, change locale to the
Enterprise, Ten Forward."

The image shimmered around them, and they found themselves seated in
the popular establishment. Their waiters now wore more casual green,
but the place was otherwise empty. Minuet looked around with
satisfaction. "This is more like it. But... no others?"

"For now, I'd like a little privacy."

They continued their meal, with the warp-streaked stars as their
backdrop. Tasha shared many of her thoughts and feelings, along with
a host of anecdotes from both her recent and more distant past.
Minuet had no history to share, but she seemed to have opinions and
insightful thoughts on many issues. Mostly, however, she just enjoyed
listening to Tasha, occasionally stroking her hand or playing a bit
of footsie under the table. Soon, their empty dishes were cleared
away.

"Where to now?" asked Tasha.

"I'd love to see the Bridge."

They walked the corridors of the holo-Enterprise, and rode the turbo-
lift to the top of the saucer-section, stepping onto the empty
Bridge. Consoles flashed and beeped, and the viewscreen showed
anonymous starfields streaking by.

Minuet trailed her fingers over the smooth consoles and sat in the
seat beside the Captain's chair, which she patted
mischievously. "Take a seat."

"Oh, maybe someday," said Tasha uncertainly.

"Definitely someday. I'm sure. In the meantime, why don't you just
check it out?" This time she trailed her fingers sensuously back and
forth across the synthetic leather.

Smiling and biting her bottom lip, Tasha sat down. The chair was cool
against her exposed back. Minuet sat back in her own seat and gripped
the armrests. "And this ship. All this power surging and throbbing,
yet under control." She got up and moved over to Yar. "Are you like
that, Tasha? All this power at your command, the decisions that you
have to make..."

"Come from a very human source."

"Are you?" Min teased. "Human?"

"You can count on it."

"Tell me about the women in your world."

"I'd rather talk about you."

Minuet climbed into her lap, where they kissed passionately. They
slipped carefully down to the floor in each other's embrace. Minuet
reached behind Tasha and pushed the back of her dress even lower,
exposing Tasha's smooth round behind. Meanwhile, Tasha's hand found
its way under the lavender folds of Min's dress.

*****

The two young women held each other in an embrace, lying naked on the
floor of the Bridge of their own private Enterprise. A fictional
purple nebula writhed and swirled seductively on the viewscreen.

Tasha smiled, her face just inches from Min's, pushing a stray lock
of hair out of Minuet's face. "I can't begin to tell you how much
these last few nights have meant to me."

"And me," said Min, reciprocating the gentle caress. "So. What's
next?"

"Right now, I just want to-"

"Bridge to Lieutenant Yar." A disembodied voice suddenly interrupted
them.

Tasha sighed and rested her forehead against Min's. Raising her head,
she cleared her throat and tried to sound as nonchalant as
possible. "Yar here."

"Lieutenant, we're closing in on the Vagra system, and Counselor
Troi's shuttle is overdue. It's probably nothing, but I'd like you on
the Bridge just the same."

"Yes, Sir. I'm on my way." She turned back to Minuet. "Duty calls. I
have to go." She stood up and slipped on her dress.

Minuet likewise reached for her holographic clothes. "Be careful."

"Don't worry. Like the Captain said, I'm sure it's nothing. I'll be
back as soon as I can."

"No rush. When I'm... When you're not here, time really doesn't
matter to me. When you get back, it will seem to me as if you only
just left."

Tasha wrapped her arms around Min's waist. "Well, it matters to me.
So you can just bet I'll be back as soon as I can."

Sadness suddenly appeared in Minuet's eyes. "Don't turn me... don't
turn the *program* off until after you leave. Let me watch you go."

The two women kissed once more before Tasha reluctantly turned away.
In almost a whisper, she said, "Computer, exit." The exit appeared
and opened. With a quick look back, a smile, and a wave, Tasha passed
through to the real world. The exit closed and vanished from Minuet's
world, as did the young lieutenant she was only beginning to know.

(End)




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