OOMM: Data and River in London

[ol_yellow_eyes]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

It had been going so well.

What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)

She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.

And that is how they ended up here.

Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"

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[hell_in_highheels]

He kisses her nose and she giggles even louder, still purring through it all.

"Oh Data, it won't take me but a moment but -- you have to let me up first."

Her eyebrows rise in question at their currently wonderfully entangled state.

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"Perhaps I consider the duration of time described by humans as 'a moment' to be too long," Data suggests, kissing the apple of her cheek and pausing to breathe in her warm scent. But he does let her go, untangling himself and rolling over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

[hell_in_highheels]

She holds his gaze, holding one of his hands in hers and pressing a kiss to his palm, folding his fingers around it.

"Sometimes we need mere moments apart, to appreciate the moments we are together," she muses, never breaking his gaze.

She manages to never once look away, even when she reaches into her bags and retrieves a canteen that looks far more advanced than anything he's ever seen. She does have to look away to drink, and she does drink long and deep, but as soon as she's done and recapped the canteen, she's moving back to him, slipping beneath the covers with that same feral look in her eyes.

"Now, you were going to show me something amazing."

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Data watches her with a focused gaze. The technologically advanced container does catch his eye, but does not hold it for long. He seems much more fascinated by the subtle movement of muscles underneath the skin of her throat, as she swallows the liquid.

Once she is beside him again, he slips one arm around her waist and pulls her closer.

"I do not recall ever making such an assertion," he says, one eyebrow raised in continued amusement. He lets go of her waist to softly trace the contour of her hip, staring into her eyes all the while. There is enough humor in his voice and his eyes to indicate that he is simply teasing her.

[hell_in_highheels]

There's a distinct flutter to her eyelids when he caresses the curve of her hip, and her hands seem to take that as permission to do a little exploring of their own.

"Oh you never said as much, flat out, but you hinted, didn't you?"

Her palms smooth across his chest, down his stomach, fingertips marking the hollow of his hip before continuing on, the backs of her knuckles grazing his erection again, a deliberate slow tease.

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He seems to know that she is teasing him. One side of his mouth cracks into a full half-smile, and his eyes narrow playfully. He follows her movements, lightly tracing patterns in similar areas in the hollow of her hip and the inside of her thigh. Though he pauses several times to shudder at the feeling of her fingers against his skin.

"It seems you have rather heightened expectations of my abilities," he notes. "It is fortunate that I do not experience performance anxiety."

He lingers for another moment, then gently pushes her down onto her back. He kisses her, starting with a brief but deep kiss against her lips, then moving gradually downwards to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. At the same time, he has slowly been moving his hands upward across her abdomen and her sides, until they stop to press against her breasts. He teases just one of her nipples lightly with his thumb.