Data shudders at the light feeling of her fingers against his side.

He blinks at her for a moment, remembering the question. He had not forgotten it, exactly, but his cognitive processes had certainly been distracted from it (not to mention that his lips had been busy).

He pulls her face back down to kiss her cheek again, and then bring his lips right next to her ear. His voice sounds different when he talks quietly-- deeper, less precise, maybe-- but he answers just slightly faster than is possible for humans, who require time to breathe.

"I would like you to make contact with every single nerve ending that is present on my external structure, and would similarly like to make contact with every one of yours. I want to memorize the texture, scent, taste, and temperature of every square centimeter of your surface area. I want you to allow me inside of you. I want you to let me feel so connected to you that I temporarily forget that I am not human."

(She asked for exquisite detail, did she not? Of course, this is Data; he could always manage more...)