It's certainly one of the strangest sexual encounters she's had in her life. His touch is both gentle and sure, and she knew he was strong, but being lifted like it's nothing, and put where he wants her? That's almost as incredibly erotic as the way he thinks. She lays back and curls around him, hands in his hair, heels skimming down the backs of his thighs. She gasps and arches when he touches her directly, and his fingertips find her slick as an eel, and very, very responsive to his flickering touch.

She whimpers and groans, a hard shiver running down her spine and grounding in her hips. She opens to him, hips rising off the bed, shameless trying to get more touch where she needs it.

"That sounds like a fantasy come true, Mr. Data. Now, please," her voice stutters, and she whispers against his ear. "Fuck me."

He seemed to appreciate the direct approach before and River has no shortage of bluntness.