Chapter Twelve:
"Don't expect me to be happy to see you," Robin said
once the door had closed behind them. She had only awoken a
few minutes ago and was still in her nightgown and quite
hungry. Almost unconsciously, she silently repeated Law
104: 'Never give in to the opposition.' "I only helped call
you here for your mother's sake. She needs you. She's
needed you for a long time! Maybe I once needed you, too,
but that was a long time ago."
"I realize that abandoning you was wrong," Wesley said.
Robin grunted. Did he really think she was going to accept
his apology four years too late? "Even back then, I
realized it. I don't expect you to understand my side, but
it was just something I had to do. I felt as though I
wasn't accomplishing anything with my old life. I excelled
at the Academy. I had an almost innate grasp of physics and
engineering. It just wasn't enough. I wanted so much more."
"And of course, I could never fulfill that desire,
right?" Robin snapped. Her temperature flaring, Robin
coaxed herself to maintain a level tone. "You're so special
that a little Human girl like me would be a bug crawling
under your skin." Her words sent shivers up her arms, but
what effect were they having on Wesley?
"No, I never thought anything like that. If I ever
gave you that impression, it was unintentional." Did she
sense contrition in his delivery? "You're a very bright
woman, and there was many a time I'd wish you were still a
part of my life."
"But not every day, right?"
"I know how much this hurts you to hear. I believe I
made the right decision for me."
The sting deepened as Robin fought against tears and
lost. How could he be so thoughtless? "Why didn't you at
least talk to me? Let me know what was going on inside your
head! I loved you. I trusted you, and I thought you knew
that."
"It all happened so very quickly. I was unhappy and
confused. I couldn't understand why. I was at the top of
my class at the Academy. I was engaged to a beautiful,
intelligent woman. Most guys would have been overjoyed by
the prospect. Yet for some reason, I was discontent. It
wasn't your fault. I don't even think it was my fault. The
Traveler sensed my turmoil and came to me. He showed me a
way out of my depression. I could see everything so clearly
under his guidance."
"And you didn't see me in that picture?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Well, at least you're honest." She turned to leave
the room, only for him to grab her by the arm. "Unless
you're going to tell me you are here to stay, I don't think
we have anything further to talk about."
He released her arm. "I still love you."
"We both know that isn't enough."
"Then why are you talking to me?" he countered.
She slapped him resoundingly across the cheek, leaving
a handprint. He brought a hand gingerly to the bruise. "I
wanted a lot more than that!" To his surprise, she grabbed
him and with equal fervor planted him with a kiss.
In the next moment, they were clawing each other's
clothing off. They had never been intimate, the majority of
their relationship having been through subspace
communications and that only serviced their hunger for each
other all the more. When they were fully naked, Robin
released her hold on him and stepped back. At first, Wesley
suspected she was having second thoughts, but she didn't
fetch up her nightgown. Then he realized she was admiring
his body!
"Somehow, I expected you to be different, Superman,"
she said with a smirk.
"I'm still Human," he said. "No matter what I learn
from the Traveler, or how I grow internally, that will
always remain true."
She held out her hand to him, and accepting it, Wesley
allowed her to lead him into her bedroom. They climbed into bed.
"Do you still want me?"
"More than ever!"
Pressing his lips firmly to hers, he began exploring
every crevice of her body with his hands. She moaned with
pleasure as she rubbed her thighs along his legs and
buttocks.
"Oh Wesley," she breathed into his ear. "See. . .feel
what you've been missing all these years?" She grasped his
member and squeezed. He grew harder against the gentle
coaxing of her palm.
"The Traveler could never teach you some of the things
I'd like to teach you."
Intermittently kissing her on the neck and downward to
her breasts, abdomen, and thighs, Wesley replied, "I prefer
to learn by the hands-on method."
"Ohhh. . . .that's perfect, because it's the only way I
teach. Shall we begin lesson number one?"
Robin eased his member into her already-moist mound
between her legs, and wrapping her calves around his
buttocks, rocked to and fro. He nibbled on her ear, panting
and moaning. She was so beautiful, so soft and gentle. . .
.so feminine. Why had he not realized, while wandering from
plane to plane with the Traveler, the physical pleasures he
had passed up to satisfy his desires of the mind?
Panting, sweating and clawing, Wesley came minutes
later, his wave of ecstasy sending him in and out of this
plane of existence. He was uncertain whether Robin was
conscious of the shifting, though she traveled with him in
her own bought of ecstasy.
Satiated, they pulled apart, fully ensconced in their
native plane of reality, and spent a moment catching their
breaths. Robin wiped at her sweaty face and body with
little effect.
"You really are special!" she exclaimed as she rolled
onto her side.
"Don't sell yourself short," he replied, bringing his
hand to her chin. "You're a living angel."
She blushed. Not many people had offered her much by
way of compliments over the years, and she felt awkward
accepting one now. Geez Robin, you just made love with the
man! She scolded herself.
"Am I embarrassing you?" he asked with a smirk.
"A little--but I like being appreciated."
"So. . .what shall we do now?"
She rolled on top of him, smiling like a hungry
lioness. "Why we begin lesson two, of course."
*****
Blackness. Nothingness. It engulfed her. She swam in
its ocean. Purposely, she navigated herself further from
shore. She did not want to return to what was before. If
only she could fall asleep to never awaken, but sleep eluded
her as it had for several days.
"Deanna!"
The deep voice resonated through the dark vacuum she
had created, penetrating the void. Her eyes fluttered open
and the light rushed in. Her husband, sitting on the edge
of the bed, came quickly into focus. "What is it? Have you
brought news? Will our baby be all right?"
"I'm afraid there's no change."
"Ohhhh. . . .I can't do this anymore. I can't feel."
She brought her hands to her face, covering her eyes. "I
can't feel."
Worf gently pried her hands away from her face,
affectionately massaging them in his own. There was no
animation in her eyes or face, and the Klingon braced
himself for what he had to do.
"Deanna, you must stop this! You have to accept the
fact that Shannara will live or will die. Beverly will do
everything within her power to return our daughter to us.
You have not been eating or sleeping well. If you do not
keep up your own strength, how do you expect to help our
daughter get well?"
Deanna shook her head slowly, still staring into Worf's
eyes with a frightening lack of emotion. "You still don't
under--understand," she replied tonelessly, her voice
hitching mid-word. "It is not Alexander's fault that our
daughter is--was harmed. He did not--did not--"
Her voice got softer and softer, and finally trailed
off into nothingness. Her gaze dropped as well, finally
focusing on a spot on the floor, and the Klingon could feel
her pulling away from him again.
"Deanna, you made a mistake," Worf said, reaching out
and lifting her chin so that her eyes met his. "You were
excited and in a hurry, and you forgot to drain the tub.
You forgot, that is all. You did not plan on what happened,
and while I understand that you feel guilty about it, you
must not continue this way." He leaned forward until his
eyes were only centimeters from hers, holding her face in
his huge hands.
"I could not stand to lose you both," the Klingon
finished, trying to force her to understand him.
"But I--I am guilty of this, my daughter, my--"
Worf's sensitive ears barely caught the last word,
"sister," but he shook his head. There was a way he might
reach her, he knew, and if she were Klingon he'd have
resorted to it long ago. But to do it to Deanna--
"You are guilty, then, you say. Do you desire to be
punished for your guilt?" he asked, steeling himself.
That question brought the first spark he'd seen in days
into her eyes. "Punished?" she asked, mulling over the
idea. "Punished--" Worf waited patiently, wondering if he
could really carry the offer through. Yes, he thought, he
knew he could do it--what really worried him was what would
happen between them afterward.
Deanna sat forward, her hands coming up to clasp over
his. "Yes," she breathed, nodding firmly. "I do need to be
punished. It was--it was my fault!"
Worf nodded and clasping her upper arm pulled her on
top of his lap. He lifted her nightgown to expose her bear
bottom. Now," the Klingon roared, "you are getting what you
deserve for endangering our daughter. This will make you be
more careful in the future, and more observant as well."
The blows came hard and fast, raining down on the
Betazoid's reddened ass without respite. Deanna's wails
turned into helpless sobs, and in moments the tears were
streaming down her cheeks like tidal waves coming back to
shore.
The more it hurt her, and the more she cried, the
better she felt. It was as if by accepting the pain she was
accepting her guilt, and Worf's words were reinforcing the
experience for her. Deanna was amazed at the result, one
corner of her mind marveling at how a spanking could be so
painful and so--so freeing at the same time!
Worf could feel the change in Deanna, felt the
tenseness ooze out of her. She was crying, and he regretted
having had to do this, but at least she was showing some
life now, not like the last several days. His strokes
became slowly less forceful as he wondered how Deanna would
react now, hoping she'd understand what he'd had to do.
Indeed, he mused as the blows became almost caressing,
if it were a Klingon female over his lap right now, she
would be primed for a most enjoyable interlude. Worf rested
his hand on Deanna's ass, feeling the heat glowing from her
abused bottom and the shuddering sobs wracking her frame.
"Deanna?" he asked, dreading the answer he was afraid
he would receive. His love turned her tear-streaked face up
to his, and she responded to the removal of his pinning hand
by scrambling up into his lap and wrapping her arms around
his neck.
"Oh, Worf, I didn't mean to do it!" she sobbed,
pressing her face into his corded neck. "I'm so sorry, so
sorry--"
"Hush, love, hush, it's over now," he assured her,
stroking her gently as she writhed on his lap in a vain
attempt to get comfortable. He could feel the heat of her
chastised ass on his thighs now, and could feel something
else as well. His Klingon instincts coming to the fore, he
ruefully accepted, and ignored the swelling as best he
could.
Deanna could feel it as well though, and she sighed and
twisted around again, coming to rest with her knees on
either side of his hips. She gasped as she rubbed up and
down on his erection, the pain in her ass transmuting into
an unusual pleasure radiating throughout her body. "Oh,
Worf, it's been so long!" she gasped, her body moving over
his as she hugged him tight and pushed him backward onto the
bed.
The Klingon went willingly, holding onto her as tightly
as he could allow himself. His instincts were trying to
cause him to throw her across the bed and ravish her
unmercifully, and he fought them as she sweetly tormented
him with her voluptuous body.
Then she raised up just enough, and when she came back
down he gasped in delight! She was on him fully now, hot
and wet inside as she shuddered in reaction on his broad
chest. He felt moisture again, and lifted her head to see
new tears on her soft cheeks.
"Ohhhhh, Worf, love, thank you," she sobbed, her hips
working back and forth as she pulled his face down to hers
and kissed him madly, all over his contorted face. "I was
so close to being lost. . ."
Worf smiled in relief and listened to her groan with
delight as she wriggled erotically on his body, her full
breasts rubbing on his broad chest. The Betazed was
enjoying herself completely now, riding on her love and
moment by moment increasing the pace. Her voice was muffled
by his lips as they sealed over hers, and he clutched her to
him as if he was afraid to let her go. The Klingon was near
to tears himself, grateful to all the myriad gods of the
universe that Deanna was herself again, and that his
desperate ploy had succeeded.
They hugged each other in near-desperation, Deanna
shuddering again and again on his muscular frame as she
accepted both her part of the blame for Shannara's plight
and Worf's love for her. She'd been unable to face herself
before, and finally realized what she'd been doing to both
Worf and Alexander these past few days.
She pulled back just a bit from his lips and stared
down into his eyes, sighing at the feelings she saw mirrored
there. "How did you know that would work, Worf?" she asked,
stroking his cheek with one soft hand.
"I--did not," the Klingon admitted, staring into her
gaze. "I hoped, but I did not know for certain. With a
Klingon woman it would almost certainly have worked, but
with you. . ."
"It was exactly what I needed."
"I love you," he grated passionately as he felt himself
close to coming, "more than life, Deanna."
She nodded, her eyes threatening to overflow again.
"And I you, precious love. Precious, daring love." She
kissed him hard, a challenging rival to any Klingon woman.
They came together moments later, both howling out with
pleasure.
*****
Robin lay in Wesley's arms, enjoying the feel of his
strong arms around her waist. In the aftermath of their
lovemaking, she contemplated whether or not she had forgiven
him fully. She loved him. There was no denying that. But
was she willing to spend the rest of her life with him if
he'd have her?
"I can't stay here much longer," he said almost as
though reading her thoughts. "I no longer belong in this
universe."
Robin turned toward him and peering into his eyes, knew
that she could never force him to remain. He would end up
resenting her, or worse--hating her. If she truly loved
him, didn't she only have one choice?
"I'm up for promotion," she told him. Why was she
evading the issue? Almost instantly, she knew the direction
she was heading in. "I've dreamed about it for a long time.
It's all I've been working toward since you left me."
"You don't seem too happy about it. I suppose that's
my fault. I shouldn't have brought up my leaving so soon."
"No, it's okay. You made me realize something. I want
you! I want you more than some silly promotion."
Wesley reached out to play with her hair. "I wish it
could be, Robin. But we both know how miserable I was that
last year before I left with the Traveler?"
"No, you're not following what I'm suggesting to you.
Don't you understand? You're supposed to be some Wunderkind
for goodness sake! You don't have to stay here. Take me
with you!"
"Take you with me! You can't be serious. Do you have
any idea what it is like out there?"
"There's only one way to find out. You can be my
teacher--and my lover."
"No. It would never work. The Traveler would never
agree to such a thing. I've been more than enough of a
burden for him."
"I would never allow myself to become a burden. I
could stand by patiently while you two conducted whatever
business."
"I believe you're sincere, but you just don't
understand what traveling from plane to plane entails. Mind
and matter become one. You would never be able to travel
across planes without assistance."
"Why are you so sure of that? You once relied on my
help to solve a mind game. Would you have won the battle
against the Ktarians without me? Hmm?"
"The Traveler would never go for it," he reiterated.
With a huff, Robin got out of bed and pulled a uniform
out of her closet. "I think you should leave then." She
dressed with her back toward the bed. When she turned
around, she discovered he had not left. "I heard you don't
need to use a door to leave," she said coolly.
He sat up and looked at her apologetically. "I guess
I'm just not as perfect as you want me to be. But maybe
with the Traveler's help, I can manage a compromise."
Before she could respond, he winked out of her existence.
Curious, Robin sat down on the bed and ran her hand
along the spot where Wesley had been. What sort of
compromise did he have in mind? It scared Robin to realize
she would probably do anything for Wesley.
