With his eyes closed, she's allowed to look. She watches his face as she moves, watches the smallest changes in his expression. Her movements slow, and her hands caress down his arms, savouring the feel of his skin, the muscle and tendon beneath. He is exquisite, she thinks. In that moment, she thinks she wants to give him everything. Teach him everything. Let him take whatever he wants from her, knowing that he'll carry it with him for lifetimes after she's gone.

"Data." Her voice is quiet, a gentle plea. "Look at me."

She doesn't want this to be over yet. She has so much left to learn about him. So much yet to show him.