Tasha and Deanna

Tasha and Deanna

By B L Miller

Tasha looked at the entrance to her quarters and sighed. It was 1600 hours
and she had just finished a killer double-shift. Nothing else was on her
mind than to change out of her uniform and relax. She entered her room.
“Computer, lights, dim.” The computer responded, filling the room with a
soft glow. The dimness was pleasing to the blond, who headed for the
bedroom. She quickly stripped from her gold and black uniform, and took a
moment to look in the full-length mirror. She was still slim, and her
breasts were still firm. She delighted in how she looked. At 32, she still
had a body that could attract, and sometimes she used it to her advantage.

She entered the bathroom. “Computer, bath, warm, bubbles.” She watched as a
compartment opened on the far wall, and a tub appeared, filling with warm,
sudsy water. She climbed in and lowered herself into the bath. She soaked
for 20 minutes, languishing in the warmth, when the beep sounded. “Damn!”
She exclaimed as she rose from the water. She quickly wrapped a light,
sheer robe around her body and a towel around her head as she headed toward
the door.

“Who is it?” She was at the door now, rubbing her hair with the towel.

“It’s Deanna Troi. Tasha, are you busy? I could come back another time.”
The counselor offered as she stood outside the door, wondering what was
taking Tasha so long.

“Come.” was Tasha’s reply. She smiled when the door opened and the
Raven-haired counselor entered. Tasha loved to look at Troi, the way her
breasts filled her uniform top, the fullness of those lips, the way Troi’s
hips were accented in her pants. Tasha often dreamed about how the betazoid
would look naked, how she would feel. Ohh…

“Tasha, are you ok?” Tasha was startled out of her fantasy when Troi spoke.
“Yes Deanna, I’m all right. I was just taking a soak and trying to relax.
It’s been one of those days.” Yar motioned for Troi to come in and sit
down. The furniture in the security officer’s quarters was simple. One
chair, and a couch. Tasha sat on the couch, and assumed that Deanna would
take the chair. To her surprise, Deanna came and sat on the couch next to
her.

“You look worn out. Perhaps you should go for a massage.” Deanna reached up
and rubbed the back of the neck of the blonde. Tasha turned away so Deanna
could have better access. Deanna shifted so she was facing Tasha
completely. She rubbed harder, kneading and stroking the older woman’s
neck, feeling the strain of the day wash away from Tasha.

“Deanna, that feels so good.” Tasha said in a soft voice. “Would you mind
rubbing me? It feels so good. I don’t want to have to go to the masseuse,
and the way you do it is relaxing. Please?” The words came out of Tasha
before she could even think. What was she doing? Everyone knew that Troi
and Riker had a thing going before they got on the Enterprise. Before she
could speak to take it back, the counselor said “Of course, Tasha. I would
be glad to give you a massage.” Deanna got up and motioned for Tasha to lay
down on the couch. Deanna kneeled before her.” Tasha, you’ll have to take
off the robe.” Tasha thought she caught a glint in the betazoid’s eyes. She
hadn’t even thought about the robe. That was all she had on. Then she
realized that in Deanna’s culture, nudity is very commonplace. You’re just
being silly, she thought, and stood up. She removed the robe from her
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Deanna was still kneeling,
watching the blond as the robe cascaded down her body, revealing itself to
her. She looked at Yar’s breasts. Not as large as Troi’s, but plentiful
enough. Her gaze went down the stomach, past the curvy hips, until it
stopped on the blond patch between the blonde’s legs. Tasha watched as
Deanna studied her body. It sent a thrill through her to see the look of
longing on Deanna’s face. Tasha thought about their friendship, of Will,
and then thought about those long nights alone, thinking about this woman.

“Deanna, let’s go to the bedroom. It will be more comfortable there.” Tasha
held her hand out to the younger woman and led her into the bedroom.
Tasha’s clothes were scattered all around, and the panties that she wore
were laying on the bed. Deanna saw them first and picked them up. She felt
the moisture in the crotch and wondered who Tasha thought of to get wet.
She set them down and climbed onto the bed. She motioned for Tasha to lay
on her stomach, and Deanna climbed on top of her, positioning herself below
Tasha’s buttocks. She leaned forward and began to rub Yar’s back. She
started out up near the shoulders, very lightly, then increased the
pressure and worked downward. Tasha moaned lightly, relaxing and giving in
to the joy of feeling this woman touching her. When Deanna reached the
buttocks, her touch eased. She rubbed in light, circular motions all over
Yar’s buttocks. When she went near the crack, she could feel Yar’s
resistance, her cheeks tighten up. Deanna didn’t want to stop, and she
moved away, continuing the hypnotic rubbing. She kept returning to the
crack, and each time Tasha relaxed a little more.

“Tasha…” Deanna kept on rubbing. “I think you are very beautiful…you
have such a gorgeous body, it is exquisite..” Troi felt the stirring
underneath her ” and very responsive.” Deanna squeezed the buttocks she had
been so lightly touching. Tasha turned beneath her and looked up. She
stared into Deanna’s eyes, and the betazoid could feel the thoughts of the
blonde. Troi could feel her own nipples harden as she felt the passion and
desire that was in Tasha. She leaned down and kissed Tasha on the lips.
Lightly at first, then with more longing, more desire. She felt the lips
below her part, and she opened hers, allowing tongues to connect. It seemed
like hours that the dance went on. Deanna’s tongue entering Tasha’s mouth,
searching, seeking. Tasha’s tongue playing it’s own dance, conquering
Deanna’s mouth with passion and lust. Deanna started to rock on Tasha’s
body, feeling the heat from the naked woman’s center, and the wetness from
her own. Regretfully, Troi sat up, breaking the dance. She looked into
Yar’s eyes, and didn’t need her betazoid senses to see the smokiness, the
desire. “I want you.” was all she could get out. Her voice was deep and
raspy. She lowered herself onto the older woman, and placed light,
caressing kisses on Tasha’s neck. Tasha brought her arms around Deanna, and
held her tight. Then Tasha rolled Deanna over, and propped herself up on
one elbow. She looked into the betazoid’s eyes. “Can you tell? Can you tell
what I’m thinking?” She reached over and placed her hand on Troi’s cheek.
“Deanna….can you feel me? Can you feel the desire?” Deanna moaned as
Tasha spoke in a low, throaty voice. It was mesmerizing. “Can you feel what
I want?” With that, Yar reached down and cupped Deanna’s left breast, her
thumb lazily going over the nipple, caressing it to hardness. Tasha knew
that Betazoid women are much more sensitive than humans, and she knew her
touches were causing the dampness between Deanna’s legs. Deanna moaned in
pleasure, and placed her hand on Tasha’s, pressing down on her breast.
Tasha increased her motions, pinching the nipples though the material of
Troi’s uniform.

“Take it off….I want to see you..”Tasha released her grip on Deanna’s
breast and moved away, giving the black-haired woman room to move. Deanna
went to the far side of the bed and stood up, and started to remove her
uniform. “Let me” Tasha got up and walked over to Troi. She kissed Troi
with passion, starting another round in the dance their tongues played. She
reached for Deanna’s shoulders, and slowly pulled down the top. Deanna
leaned closer to Tasha, allowing their breasts to touch. Yar pulled the
uniform down, lowering herself to eye level as the uniform lowered, until
she reached the dark triangle of Deanna’s womanhood. Tasha cared no longer
about the uniform and leaned in for a taste. She kissed the younger woman’s
mound, nuzzling the thick neatly trimmed hair. Deanna placed her hands on
Yar’s head, pressing her face into her mound. Deanna felt her knees buckle
as Tasha’s tongue reached out and found it’s mark.

“Ohhh…” was all that Deanna could muster. Tasha smiled and withdrew her
face from the pleasure zone. She wanted Deanna, she wanted her bad, and now
she was going to enjoy having her. Tasha stood up and slowly lowered Deanna
to the bed, tongues dancing as their bodies laid down on the soft mattress.
Tasha finally broke the embrace and stood up. She removed the rest of
Deanna’s uniform, then stood there and looked at her new lover. She could
see the drops of Deanna’s desire forming on her mound. Tasha’s eyes
continued their tour of Deanna, studying the young woman, watching. Deanna
could feel Tasha’s passion, could see the desire in her eyes, and there was
something more, something dangerous in that look. Tasha was doing more than
looking, she was planning her conquest. The look in Tasha’s eyes made
Deanna even more aroused, as she wanted Tasha to release herself, to be
intimate and giving. To give and take with another person and feel it, not
just for release, but for pleasure. She wanted Tasha to be free, to be as
rough or as gentle as she wanted. Most of all, she wanted to break down the
walls that Tasha put up to keep people from getting close to her.
“Tasha…” the look in Deanna’s eyes was unmistakable. She was giving
herself up to Tasha. She was surrendering to Tasha’s passion. There no
longer were limits. There no longer was a ship. There was only Deanna and
Tasha, making love. That was their world right now. Tasha moved, with the
grace of a cat, up to Deanna’s face and kissed her. Their legs were
intertwined now, and were pressing against the other. Tasha took
control, kissing Deanna more ferociously, taking what she wanted from the
younger one’s mouth. Deanna gave willingly, ready to give all to her new
lover. Tasha’s hands roamed freely, first cupping, then squeezing Deanna’s
breasts, her thumbs moved up to the nipples. They were already erect from
Tasha’s previous touch, but this time Yar would not be quite so gentle. She
squeezed the nipples hard, and Deanna let out a moan of pain/pleasure. She
could feel a hint of mischieviousness coming from the blonde. Tasha
continued to alternate between soft caresses and firmer pinches. Deanna was
melting under the touch. Tasha leaned forward and took Deanna’s left nipple
into her mouth. Troi let out a low moan when she felt the hot, wet mouth
take possession of her nipple, and her moans continued when Yar’s tongue
began it’s exploration. Tasha took her time, wanting to build the betazoid
up to frenzy. She alternated between soft licks and more firmer nibbling.
She could feel herself getting wetter as the young woman squirmed beneath
her. Her mouth found its way to Deanna’s lips and the dance started all
over again. Deanna brought her left thigh up and placed it squarely between
Yar’s legs. She could feel the wetness on her leg, and could feel the
pleasure that the pressure was bringing to Tasha. The blond pressed up
harder against the younger woman’s leg, and the kisses became more urgent.
Tasha’s passion was rising, and she could feel herself slipping out of
control with this beautiful betazoid. She eased the grip she had on Deanna,
and allowed herself to be rolled onto her back. Deanna decided that it was
her turn to be the aggressor. She wanted to take Tasha to new heights. To a
higher level. She wanted to give Tasha what no other man or woman had ever
given her. She wanted Tasha to give to her what she had given no one else.
She wanted Tasha to put aside her fears, to open up and give in to the
passion she wanted so bad. She wanted Tasha to be vulnerable. She touched
Yar’s cheek with her finger, and slowly worked her way down. She circled
Tasha’s nipple, careful not to touch it. She started the circles wide, then
slowly worked them closer to the Tasha’s tit. As Deanna got closer, she
could feel the older woman press up against her, encouraging her to touch.
Deanna held off, and worked her fingers back to wide circles, driving Tasha
crazy. Tasha’s moans were becoming more frequent and louder now. But Deanna
made her wait, teasing her with light flicks over the nipple, and
occasionally a light pinch. She could feel Tasha going higher, mesmerized
by the feelings. Finally, she leaned over and gave Tasha what she wanted.
Her mouth covered Tasha’s left nipple, and she sucked and nibbled. Tasha
gave into the feelings and she could feel her clit start to throb with
excitement. “Deanna….ohh” was about all Tasha could say between her
moans. Deanna’s tongue was performing magic on her nipples, and she didn’t
want this feeling to ever end.

Deanna shifted and separated their legs. She propped herself up on one elbow
and looked at the naked form before her. She reached over and stroked
Tasha’s thigh, making sure to come into contact with the soft blond mound
on each upswing. Tasha instinctively spread her legs, allowing full access
to her new lover. Deanna rewarded her by palming the blond mound and
slipping one finger between the folds. “Oh Tasha!…” the words came out in
a low, husky voice. They stared into each others eyes. “Deanna….please”
was all Tasha could croak out. She was on the verge and Deanna knew it.
Without hesitation, Deanna moved between the security officer’s legs. She
could smell the passion she had aroused in Tasha. She nuzzled the soft,
blond fur. Tasha put her hands on Troi’s head and guided her to her
pleasure zone. Deanna slipped her tongue in, lightly tasting Tasha, then
with more force, licking the clit hard, causing Tasha to cry out. Deanna
went into automatic then, alternating between licking the clit, and poking
her tongue into Tasha’s hole. Tasha’s rocking became more rhythmic, and she
pushed her cunt against Troi’s face harder. Troi could feel the passion in
Tasha building to a frenzy, she responded with more passion and pressure,
she nipped at the clit and slipped one, then two fingers into Tasha’s hole.
Tasha started to buck hard against Troi’s fingers, her moans and cries of
pleasure rising to new volumes. Troi increased the speed and tempo of her
thrusts. She released the hold her mouth had on Tasha’s clit and moved
upward, getting a better angle to fuck her friend with. Tasha was out of
control now, rising her hips to meet each thrust. “More! More! Fuck me
harder Deanna!!…Please!! Deanna was losing herself to the passion, as she
fucked her friend harder, adding another finger to the group. Tasha was
screaming now, the pleasure rising to a crescendo. “Oh..oh…oh
Deanna!!!…Oh yes, please!…..I’m gonna…”. Her voice trailed off from
any intelligible words and became an expression of her sex. Tasha screamed
and thrust her pussy up hard to meet Deanna’s fingers. Deanna’s hand became
a whirl as she continued to ram her friend’s pussy. Finally, Tasha’s back
arched, and Deanna could feel the contractions on her fingers. A flood of
Tasha’s girlcum came rushing out, and Deanna replaced her fingers with her
mouth to lick up all the juice. As Tasha came back to reality, Deanna’s
licking slowed to a soft caress. She picked her head up and looked at her
blond lover. Tasha looked at her with half closed eyes, completely open to
her. Deanna noticed a tear start to fall. She moved up and kissed Tasha’s
face, licking away the tear, then her mouth moved down toward Yar’s mouth.
They kissed a long, slow deep kiss that communicated their feelings. Deanna
nuzzled onto Tasha’s chest, just below the shoulder, and they laid there.
They drifted in and out of sleep, cuddling and sharing small gentle kisses.
Neither spoke, they just enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bodies.

It was 0200 before they finally spoke.

“I should be getting back to my quarters”

“Deanna…I want you to stay” Tasha’s voice was still low and husky. “I’ve
never felt that way before…you reached inside and took me farther than I
thought I would let anyone take me.”

“Tasha..”she stroked the older woman’s hair. “I love you and I have wanted
to make love to you for so long.” The admission came out of her mouth
before she could think about it. It was true, but she had never realized it
before tonight. A sense of relief swept over her. Tasha put her finger on
Troi’s lips, silencing her. She replaced her finger with her lips, and gave
Deanna a soft, loving kiss that seemed to go on forever. Slowly they
separated. They barely looked at each other as Tasha put her robe back on
and Deanna got dressed. Not a word was said as they walked hand in hand to
the door.

“Goodnight Tasha”

“Yes it is.” Tasha leaned forward and kissed her again. They locked in an
embrace as the door to Tasha’s quarters opened.

Dr. Crusher came around the corner with her head down, looking at medical
notes. What brought her face up was the sound of a kiss. She saw Tasha
kissing what was obviously another woman, but she couldn’t see the face.
Then she recognized the uniform. “Deanna” she thought. She quickly stepped
back around the corner, trying to stay out of site. The women were clearly
focused on each other and paying no attention the rest of the ship.

“I love you Tasha.” The words that came from Deanna’s lips were soft, and
sincere. She stared into Tasha’s eyes, coaxing her to tear down the walls
that kept her emotions inside.

“I…I love you too.” That phrase was a catharsis to Tasha, causing tears
to roll down her face. Deanna held Tasha tight. Beverly watched in utter
amazement. She knew that Tasha and Deanna were close, just as she was close
to them. But she never thought that they were lovers! But there they were,
hugging and holding each other, sharing kisses, not caring who saw. She was
not shocked that they were both women, that didn’t bother her. She was just
surprised because she had heard stories about Tasha and Data, and about
Deanna and Will. Beverly decided that discretion was the better part of
valor and retreated back the way she came. It took her 10 minutes to get to
where she was going because she didn’t want to disturb the lovebirds.
Meanwhile, Deanna and Tasha finally separated. Reluctantly, Tasha let
Deanna return to her quarters. Tasha closed the door to her quarters and
went back to bed. The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the air, and
Tasha could feel herself getting wet again at the memory. She laid down on
the bed and fell asleep exhausted…but smiling.

Tasha awoke at 0600. She sat up headed for the bathroom. She could feel the
soreness between her legs. It reminded her of the fucking she received from
Deanna, and she could feel herself start to tingle. Oh shit, she thought.
This isn’t going to be like this all day! I can’t go around getting wet all
day long. Oh no! What if Deanna is on the bridge with me? A silly question
since they were both bridge officers, and she knew that they were both
assigned today from 0800 to 1600. She washed up and got dressed, all the
while thinking of her raven-haired beauty, and what pleasures she had
brought.

Deanna was washing up in her bathroom. She went to sleep with the scent of
Tasha on her face and fingers, and the taste of Tasha in her mouth.
Regretfully, she had to wash the scent off before reporting to the bridge.
She was extra careful to make sure all of Tasha’s scent was off because she
knew that Worf was on the bridge this morning, and his Klingon sense of
smell would give their secret away. She put her uniform on, a grey low cut
bodysuit, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was composed, not like
last night, she thought and smiled to herself, thinking of how she made
Tasha explode with delight. She had a smile on her face all the way to the
bridge.

Tasha left her quarters early, she was in a good mood and decided to take a
trip to tenforward for breakfast. She usually had a quick meal in her
quarters, coffee and toast, but this morning, she was famished, and pretty
sociable. As Lt. Yar rounded a corner, she noticed a young woman from
engineering leaning against the wall. In front of her, a young man from
security was in front of her, his hands on the wall on either side of her.
He was talking quietly to her, making a pass at the little redhead. The
redhead was obviously enjoying it. As the young security man noticed his
Lt., he jumped up to attention, fearing what reprimands he would get for
fraternizing while on duty. “Good morning Lt. Yar!” the young cadet spoke
in a crisp, matter-of-fact voice, terrified of one of the famous lectures
from the normally grim faced lieutenant. But this morning, the Lt. was
smiling. “Good morning to you too, Ensign Stoke” She smiled at the young
girl from engineering. “Good morning, Ensign…McFee?” The girls smile
indicated to Tasha that she had got it right. She continued on her way to
tenforward. The ensigns looked at each other in disbelief.

Guinan was cleaning some tables when she saw her. Guinan was surprised that
the blond was here so early in the morning. She never came here for
breakfast. Tasha looked up and spotted Guinan. She smiled and waved for the
Carmelite woman to come over. Guinan couldn’t believe how happy Tasha was.
Usually, Lt. Yar was businesslike, serious, not bright and bubbly. Guinan’s
curiosity got the better of her. She strode over to the table that Tasha
was at and sat down.

“You are absolutely beaming.” Guinan said with a smirk as she sat down. She
had a feeling that Tasha had gotten laid. Tasha blushed when she saw those
all knowing eyes of Guinan’s. There was no way to keep something secret
from Guinan, and Tasha knew that.

“So, who’s the lucky man?” Guinan asked. When the blond lowered her head
and blushed more, Guinan leaned in and smiled. “Or should I say…woman?”
Tasha’s head snapped up and Guinan knew the answer. “Come with me.” Guinan
stood up and motioned for Tasha to follow her. They went back to Guinan’s
office, where it was quiet, and they could talk.

“I don’t know how this happened” Tasha sighed as she lowered herself into a
chair opposite Guinan’s. Her fingers raked through her blond hair, trying
to clear her mind. Guinan sat back in her chair and let Tasha talk. “It was
Deanna.” finally was uttered.

Guinan sat right up. Deanna? Guinan realized the situation. Only someone
like Deanna could have evoked this reaction from Tasha. “I couldn’t resist.
It was like magic.” Yar spoke with a smile on her lips. Guinan smiled. She
saw that faraway look in Tasha’s eyes as she remembered her tryst hours
ago. It was obvious her blond friend was blissfully happy. “My friend,” the
Carmelite woman said, “you are in a place now that you have never been
before,” She looked into the blue eyes of Tasha. “Go slowly, and be good to
yourself. Above all, be honest, both with her…”Guinan reached out and
touched her on the cheek. “..and yourself.” With that, Guinan stood up and
left the room.

“Lt. Yar, would you care to join us this morning?” Captain Picard’s booming
voice shot out of her com badge. She was so startled that she jumped up.
“Yes sir!” she answered back. One quick look in the mirror, and she left
the room, running to the turbolift. She shouted “Bridge” and the turbolift
doors closed, whisking her up to the bridge.

Deanna smiled when she saw Tasha come off the lift and walk quickly to her
com station. She could feel Tasha’s embarrassment at being called by the
captain. Tasha seemed a little flustered, and Deanna tingled when she
thought about what might have caused the young Lt.’s nervousness this
morning. When Tasha saw Deanna, a now familiar urge came between her legs.
She kept staring at the counselor and could feel herself get wetter by the
minute. The betazoid was completely focused on Yar’s thoughts. Troi could
feel Tasha’s passion rising again. She could feel her dark triangle getting
moist in reaction to Tasha’s feelings. Deanna wondered if Tasha was doing
this on purpose. When she looked up, Lt. Yar was staring at her console,
studying the screens. But Troi quickly noticed the mischievous grin. The
silent exchange of looks went on for hours as the tour continued. Worf kept
looking at the two of them. “Sir,” his Klingon voice booming, “perhaps we
should run a test on the circulation system. There seems to be…” he
looked at the two women, “…certain…mustiness to the bridge today.” With
that, both women lost their composure, and received quizzical looks from
Data, Picard, and Riker. “What is so humorous?” Asked the android. Tasha
couldn’t take it anymore. “Sir, permission to go to dinner break.”

“Granted”

“Sir, permission to go to dinner break as well.” Counselor Troi asked.
Riker looked at her, but she wouldn’t look back at him.

“Granted! Go!” Picard said, having no idea what was going on, and not
caring. Both women went into the turbolift together.

“Deck 4”

“Deck 8”. The women remained in silence as the turbolift moved.

“Computer, Stop!” Barked out Lt. Yar. With lightning speed, she was over to
Deanna, covering her mouth with hers, kissing, seeking, searching for more
of what she craved. Tasha’s hands were more forceful now, taking what she
wanted. She pinched the nipples through Deanna’s uniform. She was rewarded
with a loud moan. Deanna was leaning against the turbolift with her eyes
closed, allowing Tasha total control. Tasha understood and took her there,
in the turbolift, again and again, until Troi couldn’t stand anymore. She
crumpled against the strong woman and was lowered to the floor. They held
each other for a long time, oblivious to anything else. So much for dinner.
They straightened themselves out, and went back to work. The rest of the
day was a blur for both of them. The rest of the bridge crew were looking
at each other, trying to figure out if anyone knew what was going on. 1600
hours never was more welcomed. Both women turned over their duties and
entered separate turbolifts, heading in different directions. Both new
where they would end up.

Some nights it was Tasha’s quarters. Some nights Deanna’s. Sometimes they
wouldn’t wait for their quarters and had it out in the turbolift. Quickly
though, they had learned how to just act as good friends on the bridge.
They couldn’t afford to jeopardize their careers because they couldn’t pay
attention to their jobs. Soon, their affair was working. No one suspected.
They believed that only Guinan knew about their lovemaking. Soon they would
learn otherwise.

About 10 weeks later, while lying in bed together, Deanna got a painful
cramp in her leg. Deanna knew that it would eventually go away, but it hurt
so much. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Lt. Yar to sickbay!” She barked into her com badge. “Dr. Crusher, I have a
medical emergency in my quarters!”

“I’ll send a medical team immediately.” The red-haired doctor answered.

“No!” Tasha yelled. “Dr. Crusher, I want you personally to come. Alone.”
The words were said softly, with pain. Deanna was rolling around the bed,
crying in pain.

“On my way” came the response.

“Open quarters, authorization Crusher 715!” The door to Tasha’s room
opened. She looked around in the dim light. “In here!” came the reply.
Beverly ran to the sleeping room. Her jaw almost hit the ground at what she
saw. Both women were completely naked. She remembered why she was there.
Beverly placed the injector against Troi’s leg and pressed the button.
Instantly, Deanna’s leg stopped spasming. Deanna laid on the bed, face
down, relieved that the pain was over. From the corner of her eye, Beverly
could see the worried look on Tasha’s face. Bev stood up and put her arm
around Tasha. “She’ll be fine, let’s leave her alone to rest.” She picked
up Tasha’s robe and handed it to her as they left the room. Tasha looked
rather flushed as they headed for the living area.

“Computer, normal evening light”. The room filled with light. Bev could see
where tears had run down Tasha’s face. Bev sat down on the chair. Tasha
sprawled out on the couch. Bev looked down at her hands.

“Deanna’s going to be fine. I-”

“Bev, I didn’t mean for you to find out like this…”

“She’ll need to rest for awhile-”

“Bev, did you hear what I said? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to
happen. I wanted to tell you myself….Bev…please?” The blond reached
forward and took Bev’s hands into hers.

“Bev…”

“It’s ok, I understand. I knew, you know.”

“You knew? How? We’ve been so careful.”

“A few months ago, I saw you two here, in your quarters. You were holding
and kissing each other. Your door was open.”

“I didn’t see you. How-”

“I backed up and left. I went another way. I didn’t want to disturb the two
of you.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I feel much better now.” Both women turned to see
Deanna standing in the doorway, clad in a thick robe. Tasha jumped to her
side and helped her down to the couch. Bev looked at her quickly, then
stood up and headed for the door.

“You’ll be fine, just try to rest for awhile. Why don’t you take a day or
two off? Tasha, I’m sure you have some personal time coming that you could
use. Why don’t you take some time off with her. I’m sure she would
appreciate it.” With that, the doctor left. Tasha looked at the door for a
moment, then settled back and held her dark haired lover. Tasha felt her
eyes moisten. She never felt more needed than tonight. She placed a gentle
kiss on Deanna’s forehead, then slipped out from her sleeping grasp. She
stood up and looked at the sleeping form. Tasha felt a peace that she never
truly felt before. She scooped Deanna up in her arms. Despite her thin
frame, Lt. Tasha Yar was a very strong woman. She regularly worked out with
Worf. She found that most of the men on the security force weren’t as
strong as her. She carried Deanna back to bed.

Eventually, the passion eased up between Tasha and Deanna, and they
concentrated more on their friendship. Occasionally they would find
themselves in bed, and it was always a new thrill to bring pleasure to each
other.