Imzadi: My Version Chapters Three and Four
Chapter Three
Deanna was so glad her
mother was out for the evening, so she could be alone with her thoughts. Regardless of being in her room or not she had the whole house to herself. Even so she spent the evening in her room.
She was rather glad she went out with Will Riker earlier today. Sure they had their disagreements, but she still enjoyed being with him. It was like there was some sort of magic between them. She felt so free to talk to him and say anything she wanted to and there was no reading of the minds. Her thoughts were hers until she voiced them and she did. The thoughts that were hers he did not critisize like her dear old mother. No, he listened and then said what was on his mind openly and honestly.
Then there was that kiss. He was a great kisser, but she had to get her point across about control of situations. Oh sure, it was not what a therapist would do in therapy, but it got her point across. No one can be in control of every situation and one should be able to talk about their feelings rather than handling things. However, she was never really out of control. She got a kiss, which was what she wanted to begin with and it did not go any farther.
Will was so strong and so handsome, but outward apperance does not make a soul mate. Although she knew she could get very lost in his baby blue eyes. "His eyes are as blue as the Betazoid sky." she thought dreamily.
"Why would he want to be a little more than a guine pig
though? I explained to him I'm not a full fledge therapist and he still wanted to be my guine pig. He's right though, it is only unethical if I were to pass myself off a something I was not. Maybe he does want to get in my pants, but he is right about one thing. I would love to be taken and made love to by him. He stirs something in my soul and I have no idea what it is."
"Could he be that other part of my soul? Is he that part of me that is missing? The part one goes around looking for most of their lives? Have I been fortunate enough not to spend my whole life looking for my soulmate? He asked me if I believed in love at first sight and I gave him my definition of what I thought a soul mate was. It was everything I've been asking myself now. Do we just fit? I was comfortable around him and it was like I have known him all my life. Is he my soul mate? My Imzadi?"
"He maybe right. If I ever found my soul mate, I would
analyze it to death. I'm doing it now."
"Well, there's always tomorrow and probably beyond that. All I know is right now I am very infatuated with him and hoping one day he will make mad passionate love to me. And I can show him what it is like to make love to one's mind. The joys of making love to another's mind." she chuckled at that last.
"He did read me like a book when he said I was hoping that continuing to see each other would give him the opportunity to make love to me. He just stirs my soul. Maybe another book could be written on the joys of sex. Call it "The Joyous of Sex With a Betazoid"." She could not help but laugh at her
own thoughts.
It was going on 9:00 in the evening and she was starting to get very tired from her long day. She heard her mother finally return home. "Little One?" Lwaxana called. "Little One, I home."
"I'm upstairs, Mother."
"Going to bed early?" Lwaxana asked climbing the stairs to Deanna's room.
"Yes, I'm rather tired." Deanna told her. "It's been a long day."
"Oh, well. I was hoping you would tell me about your
date." Lwaxana stated. "He didn't try anything funny, did he?"
"No, Mother." She rolled her eyes. "He was a
gentleman."
"Are you telling me the truth?" Lwaxana asked.
"I'm sensing you aren't telling me everything."
"Mother, I'm tired." Deanna stated. "Can we
discuss this in the morning?"
"Oh, alright." Lwaxana gave in. "I'll let you get some rest, but then you tell me all about it in the morning. And don't leave out any details."
The next morning Riker was having breakfast at the cafe across from the Federation Embassy. Mark Roper had caught up with him and joined him for breakfast.
"So how did your date go with Deanna Troi?"
"Very nicely." Will said.
"Lwaxana is something else isn't she?"
"Oh, yes." Will agreed. "Would you believe she voiced to me all the sexual thoughts she thought I had and even was going to state my preferred sexual position before I stopped her? She really eavesdrops, doesn't see."
Roper laughed a loud boisterous laugh. "Yes, she does. So how was she?"
"Lwaxana?"
"No, Deanna?" Mark asked. "Did you do it?"
"Mark, why are you so interested in my sex life?"
"I don't have one, so I'm living vicariously through
you." Mark stated.
"Do me a favour and get your own sex life." Riker told him.
"Nothing happen did it?" asked Mark.
"No."
"I figured. Your not her type. She goes for the intellectual type. No offense." Mark said.
"None taken, but I'm no intellectual midget." said
Will. "But I think I am her type. She wants me. She just hasn't admitted it yet, but she does want me."
"Really?" Said Mark. "You really think so,
huh?"
"Yes, I do."
"I bet you 100 credits you won't ever become intimate with her."
"Mark, that is very crass. It's tasteless. It's just not right. I could never make a bet like that!"
"200 credits."
"It's a bet."
"No funny stuff, either." said Mark. "No getting her drunk or forcing her just to bag her."
"I would never force a woman to do anything she didn't want to do." informed Will. "I have never ever done that in my life and I am not about to start now. Not even for 200 credits."
Mark patted him on the head and said, "Captain, You've just been taken for 200 credits."
"Yeah?" said Will. "We'll see about that. I'll
show you just how wrong you are and take you for 200 credits on your stupid bet."
"OK. If you say so." Mark shrugged.
"Oh, hell." said Will. "If I win you can keep your 200 credits."
"No, a bet's a bet." Mark affirmed.
"No, I really don't want it."
"You really have it bad for her don't you?"
"Maybe I do. Maybe I do." said Will. Then he got up and left the cafe to go to his office.
As he walked all he could do was think about Deanna Troi. Her beautiful brown eyes, soft hair, and a body to die for.
"She's smart too. Looks and brains. The perfect woman." Will thought to himself. "Ah, who am I kidding! She'll never go for me in a million years."
Will walked into the Embassy and headed off for work. Deanna
plagued his mind for the rest of the day though, and by the end of the day, he was very excited for their next date at the museum.
Chapter 4
They met at the museum and Deanna was trying to explain to Will the history of the structure, as well as the design theory. However, Will was admiring a different work of art.
"I'm so glad she wore her hair down again. It flatters her face so much and her dark hair brings out her beautiful brown eyes. And that outfit! Wow! What it does to her body! What it does to mine! She has such sensuous curves that a man would just die to be able to touch all those lustrous curves. Her breasts are so full. What I wouldn't give just to touch one of them! Her lips. Oh, God, her lips are so full and shapely that to kiss her would be heaven! What a Godess! Goddess of the moon."
"Why do I even bother!" Deanna said.
"Huh? What?" Will said startled out of his thoughts.
"You're not interested in anything I'm saying! I'm trying to explain to you why this building is a work of art!"
"And I'm trying to explain to you that I can only admire one work of art at a time." Will said with a big grin on his face.
"And right now you are admiring me."
"I guess so, yes."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him along saying, "Come
on!"
Inside Betazoid music was playing and people were sitting in
seats that were arrange in a circle. They had their eyes closed and what Riker did not understand was why. He looked at Deanna and her eyes were also closed. She had a serene look on her face.
"Are you alright?" Will asked.
She openned her eyes and could not believe Will was not able to become one with the music. To feel what it was all about."This is music for the soul. It helps you become one with your surroundings. It is a symbolizism of Mother Betazed. Listen to it and feel what it is saying to you. Let it pervade your body and speak to you."
Will closes his eyes and listens to the music.
"What is it saying to you?" she softly asked Will.
"What's it suppose to say?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.
She was getting a little irrated that he just could not
understand what she was trying to teach him about her and her people. Nor could he relax and become one with his environment. To be in communion with himself and what was around him.
Again, she grabbed his hand and dragged him off to another
section of the museum where there was abstract art of some sort.
There were artistically designed seats in front of each painting."More Betazoid art design going on with the seats." Will thought. It reminded him of old Roman design cement benches, but these were not concrete. They had a softer touch than concrete. Even looked more comfortable.
People were sitting in front of the paintings staring at them intently. What Will did not yet understand was the people were in silent communion with themselves and their surroundings.
Deanna spoke very softly, as though she were in a library.
"I come here once a week."
Even with how softly she was talking, people turned and stared at her like she were interrupting a church service during prayer. They looked at Deanna and then at Will and their faces turned from mild irritation to understanding tolerance and pity. It was like they were saying, "Poor human. He can't get in touch with the higher areas of his mind to communicate telepathically."
Riker was a little annoyed by it. "What? They think they are better than thou because they are telepathic?" He let it go and asked Deanna, "Why do you come here once a week?"
"I come her once a week to get in touch with myself." she explained. "In order to understand others you must be in touch with yourself. To be in touch with yourself you must focus on something and let it speak to you."
"This is suppose to speak to me too? Can't anything on this planet keep it's mouth shut?" Will asked. Then regretted it because he rememberred Betazoids do not talk to each other with their mouths.
She was mildly annoyed with his statement. "How complicated can this be?" she thought to herself. Then she said to Will, "Betazoids believe in full communion. To be in full communion you must be in communion with three things. Communion with each other. Communion with the world and first and foremost, before one can be in communion with any of those two elements, one must be in communion with themselves."
"Deanna, I feel like this is some sort of a religion and I'm at church."
"What?"
"I just don't get it." he said.
"Will, it's a way of life, not a religion." Deanna
said. "A way of life that helps you become one with yourself and everything around you."
"And this painting is suppose to help do that?"
Deanna turns to the painting and says, "Yes."
"What's it called?"
She looks at him like "Unbelievable."
"If I knew what the damn thing was," he said. "I would at least know what the artist was trying to convey."
The "damn thing" has no name." she said. "To name it would be imposing the artist's view onto everyone else. The point is to become one and to visualize what the world is to you. Not someone else's vision of the world. A person can not become one if other people's views are imposed on them. Look at the picture and visualize what it is saying to you. Let it speak to you and tell me what it is saying to you."
He stares at the picture and has no idea of what it could be
communicating to him. He felt very uncomfortable at this idea of music and paintings speaking to people. The fact was he had no idea what the symbolism of all this was, nor what she meant by it being a way of life. All he could concentrate on was how to get Deanna's clothes off of her. To feel her soft curves of her body, but these thoughts he realized were just going to get him into trouble again. Especially with a planet full of telepaths.
Deanna tried to get Will to relax by massaging his neck. Will thought her massage felt so good. He was feeling the tension ebb from his body. Then she stopped. He wished she would have continued. "She could massage any part of my body she wanted to any day." he thought.
"Now that you are relax look at the picture and see beyond the superficial. What is there to learn from the painting about ourselves. Now tell me what you see." she asked him.
"I see."
"Yes. Go on."
"Big goopy paint swirls."
Deanna was even more frustrated now. He just could not see beyond anything. Only the surface of things. He could not let what lie beneath something move him in anyway, shape, or form. He could not allow anything to speak to him. He just had no idea.
"Tell me, Will. What are you going to do when you run into something in space that you can not understand?"
"I have instrumentation to tell me what it may be."
"You won't have to depend on yourself?"
"I didn't say that."
"Well, Lieutenant, there will be times when you can't rely on that instrumentation and you have to rely on yourself. You have to be able to know why you think as you do or you'll be going down the wrong road."
"Thank you for your opinion, Miss Troi."
"Come on, we're getting out of here." she stated.
"Where are we going now?" Will asked.
"We're going to try something different." she said."We're going to get back to nature to teach you what I'm trying to teach you."
Will thought, "Nature. Now this could be interesting." Looking at her back side and smiling.
They walked outside the museum and down a ways to a tree. Will thought, "This tree is suppose to teach me something? I suppose she is going to tell me it can speak to me, next."
He watched Deanna climb the tree, watching all the muscles in her body move and thought, "God, this woman is sooo sexy! The way her body moves even up a tree!" Then he followed her up and went to the opposite branch as she instructed.
Deanna shakes her head and says, "You know what your problem is? You let your body rule your mind, instead of your mind ruling your body."
"What do you mean?"
"You're attracted to me, but it's hormonal. Not on a
spiritual or intellectual connection."
"You said earlier you believed in love at first sight. Isn't that physical?"
"No, it's a spiritual connection between two people. You're too primitive in your thinking for that."
"You're saying my hormones push out all higher forms of
emotion?"
"Yes."
"Well, thanks a lot, Miss Troi." he said sarcastically."Tell me, have you ever had really good sex?"
"You just can't figure me out can you? You think you can just get me to have sex with you just by flashing your smile. Well, welcome to the twenty-four century. Women are not like that anymore. At least not where I come from."
Deanna then had the two of them do a mind over matter exercise, by hanging from the tree. Riker was the first to come down from the tree. He watched her hang there a little longer. Watching her body and thinking how magnificent it was. "If only you could get your body out of that mind of yours and let me sex you up. I could really rock your world." he thought with a grin. Then he thought to himself, "Will Riker, you really have your mind in the gutter now."
Then Deanna came down, but she slipped on the way down and Riker caught her in his arms. Their faces were just inches from each other. Will leaned in and kissed her. She melted in his arms and returned the kiss. A long luxurious kiss. Will started to probe her mouth with his tongue and Deanna pulled away.
In a whisper she said, "You can put me down now." She was trying to catch her breath from the kiss. It was so
pleasurable to her. She enjoyed it so much that she wanted more, but that would counterdict everything she was trying to explain to Will.
Will hadn't put her down yet and he also wanted more, but she yelled to him, "Put me down now!"
Not meaning to, Will dropped her to the ground. "I heard you in my head!" he said in shock.
"You couldn't have." she insisted.
"I distinctively heard you."
"You did not." she said trying to compose herself and get control of her own feelings.
That was when Will realized she was in pain. Not from the fall, but because of him. He realized she must have been sensing his erotic thoughts over her and decided it was best that he try hard not to think of her in such a manner. "But it's so damn hard when a woman looks like a goddess." He said to himself.
Once she got her own thoughts back in line, she pointed out to Will, that he could not do any of the things she was trying to get him to do because of his erotic thoughts about her. That he could not get beyond the needs of his body and focus on more important things.
Will informed her that she was also listening to the needs of her body. She just did not want to admit it. Deanna was not about to let him know that he was right, though. She wanted to make love to him so badly, but she was beyond that. So she had thought. Instead she blamed her slipping on a piece of bark and walked off.
As she was walking back home she thought about Will and that
kiss. She wanted him very badly, but she was going to milk this for all it was worth. No matter how she felt or what he thought. She wanted Will to want her for her and not for her body. The air that was within her caught in her chest as she then thought, "But oh, gods! He stirs so many feelings in me that I just want to melt into his arms and make love to him."