LOVE ON THE RUN ^{© 2003-2007}

By Lessa and Takara Soong

Chapter One

She saw him enter the bar from twenty meters away, but it was almost as though the gods of Risa were screaming in her ears as she looked at him. Just the way he moved was enough to convince her that she had to meet this tall, golden skinned man with the devilish smirk on his face. She slid off the stool she had been sitting on and made her way through the crowd all the while brushing off the attempts of the men who tried to impede her progress until she reached the place where he was standing and studying a fat Lizarian. His long, lean body caused her to lick, then bite her lips as she forced herself to just look at his perfect ass and not slide her hand over it. The fat Lizarian made his way over to the man of her desires and they seemed to be conducting a transaction of some sort.

~ Lizarians, ~ she thought, ~ I hate Lizarians, especially that one. ~ She finally reached her destination and slid herself between the two men making sure to brush herself against the golden one.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't trust him. He'll cheat you."

She smiled before turning to flash an empty smile at the Lizarian, who returned it in kind. The golden toned man grabbed her arm with an ironclad grip and pulled her just to the side.

"And you believe I should trust you instead?" He took a moment to look her up and down. "Or do you think you have something more interesting to trade?"

"I'm sure you would like what I have to offer much more than anything he could sell you," she smirked.

With that, he turned to the Lizarian and announced, "We're done." He turned his attention back to her. "Why don't we find a table and discuss the matter further."

"Why don't we find a bedroom and not discuss it at all?" she countered.

A smirk was now on his face as he took her arm and led her away from the smell of the Lizarian.

"You may call me Lore and you were correct, you do have something more interesting to trade."

"I’m living at a place close by. We can go there. It will be much more private. And you may call me Ja’hara."

They walked the short distance to her quarters. As soon as they came inside, Lore quickly surveyed the surroundings. The place was adequately appointed and tastefully decorated in a Klingon related style, but that meant should she misbehave, Lore would have no trouble finding something handy to make her behave.

She took her hand and placed it firmly on the back of his head, pulling him closer.

She whispered mischievously in his ear, "Are you ready to get down to business, Lore?"

"You have no idea how ready. My father didn't make me fully functional for nothing." Lore beamed and decided to let her lead for the time being. There would be time to educate her in what he liked if she failed to pick it up on her own.

"I'm looking forward to finding out how fully functional you are. It looks like you will be here for some time. It's getting a little warm, don't you think?" Ja’hara purred. She undid the coat he was wearing and began to run her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders, pushing the coat off his lean frame so it fell to the floor.

"I do like women who know what they want and aren't afraid to ask for it." With a grin, Lore kicked the coat aside, grabbed Ja’hara and lifted her effortlessly. "The bed, where is it?" he asked, keeping the eagerness out of his voice.

Ja’hara put her arms around Lore’s neck and shifted her body so her legs wrapped around him. She pointed towards the bedroom and then kissed him passionately. He responded with equal passion and slowly made his way across the room, his hands grasping her butt.

Once they were in the bedroom, Lore fell with her onto the bed. As he began to hastily remove her clothing he said, "Good thing you look to be in good shape, I'll try not to damage you... much," and grinned with glee.

"I can take whatever you have to give," she assured him, smirking back.

Lore removed most of her clothing so all that remained was the lacy bra and panty set she was wearing. Its color was close to the same shade as Lore and he liked that. Ja’hara reached over to assist Lore in the removal of his clothing. He decided to get in her way a bit. She was almost naked and he wanted to get this started. Crushing his mouth to hers, he kissed her deeply, almost savagely. His tongue danced and dueled with hers. His hands were everywhere at once. She was having trouble remembering she had been trying to undress him, but as the evidence of Lore's arousal was being ground into her, she was reminded. She practically tore off his shirt and reached down to release him from the rest of his clothing, pushing his pants down first with her hands, then raising her feet to wrestle them to the floor. Lore lay before her in all his glory. Ja’hara pulled him closer to her.

"The fun has just begun,” she whispered.

"YOU don't know the half of it," he bragged and resumed the oral attack.

He pulled back just for a second and tore off her bra and panties.

"Have you ever been taken by an android before?" he asked, with a gleam in his golden eyes.

"I haven't. My, but you are an arrogant one, aren't you?" she grinned. "I hope you’re as good as you think you are."

"I am," Lore replied. Once again they started their oral feast.

"Get on your knees," he ordered after several minutes of hot kisses.

She looked at him doubtfully, but paused only a moment before complying. Lore wasted no time in penetrating her with his impressive length. He doubted she had ever been with a man as ‘gifted’ as he and he knew how to use this gift well. She was startled when he lifted her back on her knees as he sat back on his feet and held her by her waist and chest, pulling her back against his chest. She was shocked he could still find leverage in this position, but he somehow did. His rhythmic thrusts and deep penetration felt so good to Ja’hara. ~ He IS good, ~ she thought.

Lore too was surprised at how easily her vagina had accepted his penis. No other woman had been able to accept his gift completely but he did not know about the Klingon she had previously been with. Lore realized she was going to be a bigger challenge than he had originally estimated. But he did so love a challenge and so rarely found one worthy of his talents - in anything. He nibbled on the back of her neck and alternately sucked in places as well. This may leave a mark, but it would not be the only one he left on her body, so he was unconcerned.

After several moments in this position, Lore pushed her back on her knees. He wanted to make sure he established who was to play the dominant role in this little game. He continued thrusting and with each motion he tried to get deeper and deeper inside her. He could tell from her moans she was enjoying his efforts so far.  And so was he. Lore had not had much of a chance for recreation in the past years since he had to stay one step ahead of Data. ~ If she’s sturdy enough, ~ Lore thought, ~ I just may have to take her with me. ~ Lore allowed any thoughts of his do-gooder brother to fade and focused on the pleasure inputs surging across his neural net. ~ Oh, yes. This is going to be good! ~

It was not much longer before he saw her body start to quiver. Her moans grew louder. "Harder, harder!" she ordered him.

Lore complied with her instructions. Ja’hara groans and moans had an affect on him. He was surprised by this, but not displeased. She rose on her knees and arched her back. Pulling tighter on her hips, he jammed into her as hard as her organic frame would allow without breaking. That was it, yes. Her cries were subsiding, but as Lore came to his peak, she was crying out louder again.

"Don't stop, don't stop,” she cried out.

~ Damn she is sturdy, ~ he thought, which meant all the more fun they could have. He continued his deep thrusts. He wanted to see how many orgasms she would have before she collapsed from exhaustion. No woman had the stamina to go past two in Lore’s experience. He felt his control slipping as he went over the edge and cried out with his own orgasm. He wondered if the room was soundproof since she too was crying out again. She took him all and took him until the end and wanted more. After he withdrew from her dripping vagina, she turned as if to lie down on the bed. ~ Maybe she isn't a strong as I thought, she's already- ~ Before he could finish his thought, Ja’hara threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. She kissed him with great energy.

"You're not finished yet, are you?" Ja’hara teased.

"Unlike an organic male, I don't require time to recover. I can go for as long as you can and beyond that. I don't need rest or sleep or even food. How long can you go?"

He gave her one of his prized smirks and walked his fingers down between her legs and fingered her roughly. He smiled and returned her kiss.

"That is something you will have to find out yourself,” she laughed. "As for food..." She smiled, got off the bed and walked out of the room. She returned moments later with a large bowl of whipped cream. She sat back down on the bed. "Food can be fun," she grinned.

She pushed him back on the bed so he was lying on his back, took a large dollop of the whipped cream and spread it on his chest. Lore grinned and watched her work her way around his chest with her tongue, cleaning up the mess she had made of him as she went along. She had cream on her chin, cheeks and nose. It was amusing and oddly alluring at the same time. Lore grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her into a fierce kiss. The cream tasted good. What was left of the cream on his body transferred to hers and now it was his turn for this luscious treat. He continued to kiss her firmly and then used his tongue to clean up the cream still on her face. She smiled at him while reclining on the bed. She put her hand in the whipped cream and rubbed it on her ample bosom.

"Oh no," she said as innocently as she could, "I spilled."

"I may be doing that again soon too, but it won't be the same kind of cream."

Devouring her breasts and the cream that covered them was no torture. Trying to keep himself out from between her legs was torture, but a sweet torture. Once he had cleaned up the cream from her chest he moved steadily upward, kissing and sucking on her neck, slowly making his way to her wet lips. They again kissed passionately. His resolve to stay out from between her legs was losing steam, but his erection was not. Seconds from the breaking point, Lore was distracted by her hand reaching down to stroke him.

"Do you taste anything like cream?" she teased.

She pushed him over onto his back and made her way to his rock hard penis. He was surprised, again pleasantly, that she was able to take its entire length in her mouth. She raised and lowered her mouth firmly on his shaft while playing with his balls at the same time. Lore lay back to enjoy the sensations he was experiencing. The sight of her orally fucking him was an enticing one. The feel of his head hitting the back of her throat was exceptional. She looked up every now and again to meet his golden eyes with her dark ones. Her body was almost too perfect to believe she had not been constructed by his father. But then, dear old dad was not bright enough to think of building himself the perfect woman or mates for his sons.

Of course, if dear old Often Wrong had built a mate it would have been for that do-gooder Data and she would have been nothing like this. He could not help but smirk as he knew Data would never have been able to handle Ja’hara like he was. She was too good at being bad for Data to even know where to start. Lore doubted Data had even tried to entice a female to bed in his whole worthless life. Too busy "serving" Starfleet and hunting his evil twin. Maybe if Data caught up with Lore while he still had Ja’hara with him, Lore could throw her Data's way. Maybe Lore would even stay long enough to see his brother completely befuddled. If anyone could take some of that do-gooder attitude out of Data, he was sure Ja’hara was the one.

~ Definitely have to keep her around for a while, ~ he decided. He was jarred from his thoughts by the intense pleasure she was providing. She certainly knew what she was doing and he seemed certain she had no limits to what she would try. He moaned his approval as she continued to busy herself.

He hoped she did not tire of this easily or suffer from a short attention span, because this was too good to rush. Lore wanted to prolong this for as long as he... he was going to cum again. He felt the intensity building sharply and quickly. And Ja’hara seemed to sense his mounting pleasure as she was pumping him harder and faster. Her caresses of his balls were so firm it would have caused a human male to scream, but Lore loved it. He let out a loud moan and exploded in her mouth. She swallowed hard and began to lick up every trace of his cum that had escaped her and then she kept going. She was not going to stop now. Any other male would have drooped in her hands within moments but Lore was an android and she wanted to test his limits as much as he wanted to test hers.

If Lore softened momentarily, Ja’hara did not notice. He remained rock hard and even with the taste of his delicious cum in her mouth, her mouth watered at the thought of having him for many more hours. Not needing sleep, did he need to recharge or something like that? How long could he go? How long would he want to? She continued devouring his penis, introducing new tricks and teases she had not yet subjected him to. They were working. His moans became louder and more intense. She decided that if his stamina equaled or was greater than her own that she might keep him around for a while. She still had so much she wanted to do and for him to do to her. He was grabbing at the bed sheets and they were tearing. His strength was something she wanted to know more about as well. He almost sounded like he was in agony again but she somehow knew this meant he was again loaded and ready to fire.

She continued firmly pumping his shaft with her mouth. He could not take it much longer. His hair-trigger was about to go off. Once again he came in her mouth and once again she relished every drop of his semen. It had a distinctive flavor to it that tasted so good. She again licked up all she could while staring up at his golden eyes. She smirked at him in a manner than seemed familiar to him. She had just finished the last stray drop and sat up on her knees. Lore sighed with momentary contentment, only to sit up and grab her down with him the next moment.

 "I hope you're not full yet," he said, returning her smirk.

Before she could answer, he crushed her mouth to his. His hands moved down her body until he reached her legs. He maneuvered her so she was still facing him but she was now sitting between his legs with her legs draped over his. Using his strength, he grabbed her ass and lowered her onto his still hard rod. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. His hands were still on her smooth, firm ass. He squeezed it firmly as he assisted her in the motions of passion.

Shock raced through Lore's neural nets. Passion? He usually thought of this as sex or lusty activities. He laughed to himself. Lust was in the list of synonyms to that word. This encounter was no different from any of his other encounters. Sure, she was better looking than most and she had impressive stamina but that did not mean anything. He pushed the stray thought aside and refocused on penetrating her with his shaft.

In the short time they had been together they had already synchronized their movements. As Lore raised and lowered her, Ja’hara leaned back just enough so her breasts would sweep across his waiting lips. He delighted in bobbing for them. Her balance was good, so he could hold her with one arm and maintain their motion, while using the other arm to pull her closer. He wanted a better chance at those beautiful globes. He tickled and teased them with his tongue and then took one firmly in his mouth, sucking voraciously. The throaty moan that escaped her was evidence she was thoroughly enjoying herself. The sensations she felt above and below her waist were wondrous. She closed her eyes tightly as she reached the point of no return. She pulled his head tighter against her chest, with her breast still in his mouth. Good thing he could live without breathing for a time. He tried not to grin as his actions brought her to completion as he wanted to follow her as soon as possible. The servos in his groin tightened and he felt that wonderfully urgent feeling that always preceded his climax.

She lifted his head and pressed her lips against his. There was urgency in their touch. The more she came, the tighter his servos became until finally he could not hold back any longer. An evil sounding laugh escaped his lips as he exploded within her. She stopped her kiss and found herself laughing with him. It was not a laugh of amusement, but of decadent pleasure. The waves of lust slowly faded and they found themselves looking into each other’s eyes.

"I have some business I need to take care of,” he announced. "Tell me what you know about that Lizarian and why you said he was going to cheat me."

She told him of the shady dealings of the Lizarian called Durga. How he overcharged for his goods and had a reputation for pulling a rip-off. Lore knew he could handle Durga without a problem. He dressed and headed for the door.

"I'll be back in 35 minutes. Be ready."

Ja’hara grinned as Lore exited the room calmly. What could she have ready for him in 35 minutes - what indeed, she thought as her full lips curved into a confident smile.

Lore was disappointed. He had found the Lizarian with little difficulty, but had been forced to allow the irritating life to continue instead of killing him like he so richly deserved for trying to cheat Lore.

He stood in front of the entrance to Ja’hara's room and tried to put that scum out of his mind.  When he entered, she was nowhere to be found. This did not improve his mood. Then he saw a message on her computer's view screen. It read, "Come to the roof". He quickly found a lift that would take him to the roof. When the doors opened, he was surprised to see a secluded garden area complete with lush grass and a small waterfall that empty into a small pond. This was the first sign of vegetation he had seen since his arrival to this area of the planet.

He finally found her lying on her stomach on a blanket. She was wearing a thong bikini while she soaked up what rays there were from the sun above. He could not help but stare at her firm, sexy ass.

"Good, you found the place," she said without even looking at him.

Lore hoped she had not planned on keeping that bikini intact, since he was still in a mood that caused him to want to be bad. He wanted to rip and tear and shout and he also wanted to fuck her up one side and down the other, damn but she had a nice ass. And he wanted his hands on it – now.

“Are you just going to stand there? I'm not out here to get a tan,” she said a little impatiently.

Lore had left his coat in her quarters so he only had to contend with a minimum amount of his own clothing. He pulled his shirt off as he made his way to where Ja’hara lay. She was still on her stomach and her ass still looked so good. He left his pants along the covered walkway and was completely nude when he reached her. Lore knelt down behind her, grabbed her by the hips and raised Ja’hara to her knees so he could pull off her thong. The almost insignificant top followed a second later and he was inside her a second after that. He took note of the small bruises that could be seen on her incredible body, knowing they were obviously from their recent pairing. It excited Lore to see marks of his lust on her. He wanted to mark her as his. She was his to play with until he tired of her... his!

His penetration of her became deeper and stronger with each thrust. He held her firmly from behind, so firmly he could see an outline of his hands on her skin when he shifted his position ever so slightly. The outdoor environment heightened the pleasure so it did not take long for either of them to climax the first and second times. He started to withdraw his penis from her as he had something new in mind.

"I don't know who you are but you're even better than the guy I was with earlier,” she announced still having not looked back.

He was stunned. "What!" he exclaimed only to be met with her laughter. She turned onto her back and smiled at him.

"Are you saying you allow complete strangers to fuck you all the time?" Lore asked, not so sure that she did not.

"Come now, Lore. Were you hoping for someone more innocent? Someone sweet, demure and easily swayed by your charms?" She laughed here, but continued. "You're good between the sheets but you are severely lacking in charm."

Lore's eyes went wide.

She motioned him closer and whispered, "I knew it was you as soon as you came through that door. I can smell your scent and it makes me wild." For probably the first time in his existence, Lore was speechless. Ja’hara laughed again and pulled him down on her.

"Are you saying I smell? What do I smell like to you?" he asked, curious as soon as he overcame his shock. No one had even mentioned this before. She had a scent to her, but most organics did. She was running her hands through his hair and pushing against his groin, working up a reaction from him.

"I have a very acute sense of smell,” she told him matter-of-factly. "You have a very unique taste and scent, Lore. You will never be able to hide from me," she smirked. He realized that notion had its good and bad points.

He wondered, absently if Data would smell, to her, the same. He nuzzled her at the neck and inhaled. She smelled like a female - it was a nice scent, less annoying than most. True his acute, most likely more acute than hers, sense of smell could pick her out of the room too, but he was not used to having the tables turned. He ran his hands down to her ass and gave it an almost bruising squeeze as he thought about this.

He began to wonder if their meeting earlier had not been quite so chance as he believed. ~ Is there such a thing as fate? Now I'm starting to sound like Data, ~ he thought. Lore decided he had thought enough about this subject for now. It was time for action once again.

The reaction she had been trying for came into being. He wasted no time in penetrating her and it seemed that their earlier session had only whet her appetite for more. Ja’hara let out a shocking laugh as Lore entered her and began his thrusts. The frightening gleam in her eyes excited him beyond words. She wanted more and more from him. He had never used this many techniques on one partner before. He liked watching her reaction each time he instituted a new selection from his sexual program. He was still using his level four techniques but Ja’hara was certainly a candidate for level five. He continued his thrusts bringing her closer and closer to climax. He pushed it to level five as he took a breast in his mouth. He teased her with his teeth and thrilled in her loud and eager response. She began to shout his name. That did not happen often either. She grabbed his face and glared at him for a moment before kissing him and then throwing back her head in orgasm. Her orgasm was so powerful she could not speak, only gasps of ecstasy escaped her mouth. Her whole body shook from the intensity of her joy. Whatever he had done, she liked it - a lot. Lore released himself from her and lay beside her, enjoying the view. He liked how the sun reflected off the sweat covering her body. He ran his hand over her flat stomach and began formulating different scenarios on how he was going to get her to leave this planet, to come with him, to be his.

"Do you have a ship?” she asked.

For the second time in one day, Lore was speechless. Was she a telepath? He had never run across anyone who could read him. Well, Betazoids could sense his emotions, but not his thoughts. But this woman, could she?

"Yes, I have a Topin freighter about five kilometers from here. Why? Someone you have to meet?" Lore laughed inwardly. He had to be himself and he was no good at sounding that eager.

She smiled. "I've always wanted to go to Risa, Pacifica, so many places. I've met so many different species on this planet but I have never been anywhere but here." Ja’hara had traces of both anger and sadness in her tone.

"So you fuck men to try to get off this planet?" Lore asked, now unsure of her motives for seeking him out.

"Is that a problem? After all, it is a form of payment. I like barter, don't you?"

She raised her eyebrows at him and ran a hand down his chest and grabbed hold of his penis. She fondled him for a moment and then, keeping eye contact with him, scooted down to take him in her mouth. She wrapped her mouth around the head of his penis and slowly began to work her magic. She kept watching him to gauge her craftsmanship. She could tell he was enjoying her pleasuring but not as much as before. She stopped.

"Did I do something wrong?" she looked puzzled.

Lore just stared at her. He was not used to this. He was the one who used people to get what he wanted. Did this mean nothing to her except one-way passage off this dump of a planet? Why did this even matter to him? It was the last question that surprised him the most.

"I don't like being used," Lore stated, his voice infused with irritation.

"So, it's okay for you to do to others, but not okay for them to do it to you? Please Lore, I don't believe that's what is bothering you. Using and being used is all part of the game and you play it well, I can tell."

She was right but how did she know so much about his modus operandi so quickly. Besides this was different. He did not want to just use her and throw her away like he had to so many in the past. He wanted her. She was puzzled and a little surprised by his reaction.

"You want more, don't you? You want me but not for a few nights of pleasure. You want more." There was more than a hint of astonishment in her voice.

"Don't go reading more into this, woman, but I..." he could not bring himself to finish that sentence. He could not think of anything to do. How the hell had this happened?

He just grabbed her and rolled her under him to kiss her again until he could think straight.

Ja’hara smiled at the thought that someone might actually want her and possibly for more than just sex. Her experiences with the males of this planet had not been great. She had been used many times and had become tired of it. She had decided to be the user instead. She thought she was immune to feeling anything but bitterness towards men but Lore was different. Ja’hara had to think about this but not now, later. His kisses were like fire on her lips, she could not think about anything else but Lore and the pleasure he was giving her.

Lore's hand ran over her body as he kissed her. He moaned as her hands danced across to pull him close by grabbing his ass. He pulled back and looked at her for a second. He touched his nose to hers once and then seemed to be nuzzling her. He grinned and began to nibble at her neck.

"You're coming with me when I leave. If I have to bring you in chains, I will," Lore told her between kisses.

Ja’hara grinned. Maintaining dominance, she decided, but she could read between the lines.

"As I have no choice in the matter, take me. I'm yours,” she whispered. They continued their passionate embrace as a warm, gentle rain began to fall.

"Do you want to go in?” he asked.

"Later," she responded and pulled Lore closer.

They were both soaked, but wearing pleased smiles when they returned to her room an hour later. Ja’hara grabbed his hand, pulling him along and Lore could think of no good reason to pull his hand away. Once in her room, she began to throw things in a bag she had tossed on the still unmade bed. Lore sat on the bed and had to stop himself from repacking her bag in a neater fashion. Even the brief period of time Lore had spent with Data must have been too much.

For someone who was leaving and not coming back, possibly forever, she did not pack much, some clothing and a few personal items. Ja’hara dried off quickly and reached for the dress she had left on the bed. Lore was dressed now too but he was unsure what her hurry was. He had wanted to spend more time in her quarters before leaving.

"Let's go," she said, "Kuras will be back soon."

She threw the bag at him and pulled him towards the door with the other hand. Lore got to his feet, but before they got to the door he stopped. He was not afraid of anyone, so if this guy showed up now, Lore would just make sure he was toast. But Lore wanted to know who this future piece of toast was first.

"Ja’hara, just who the hell is Kuras?"

"I slept with him – once," she emphasized. "And now he thinks we've mated or something. Klingons, they only understand their ways."

Lore wondered how many partners she had been with and where exactly he stood with her. Was he an escape for her or was it more? And why the hell did he so badly want it to be more? It was not important. Lore grabbed her hand and opened the door to lead her out. But in the doorway was a mammoth of a Klingon blocking their exit.

"Release her, she is my mate," the giant’s voice reverberated off the surrounding walls. Lore was not even phased.

"Not anymore she isn’t. But, please, feel free to fight me for her. I need a good laugh."

"Laugh at this," scowled Kuras as he pulled a Kut`luch from its sheath and held it towards Lore. "I will kill you, whatever you are."

Lore laughed. This so enraged the Klingon he swiped the sharp blade of the Kut`luch at Lore. Lore calmly grabbed Kuras' wrist and squeezed until the Klingon screamed out in pain and dropped the knife. He then grabbed at Kuras’ collar and flung him hard across the room, into a wall. Kuras slid to the floor in a heap. The only sign he was still alive were the whimpers of pain emanating from him.

Lore turned to Ja’hara, "Let's go."

He took her hand and pulled her from the room. Ja’hara was impressed. Not only with Lore's fighting skills but the fact he was willing to fight for her.

"You look like you enjoyed that," she commented as exited the room.

"I did," Lore assured her. "Will there be any others I need to fight off? Anyone more challenging?" Lore turned to grin wickedly at her.

“We could look some up if you want," she offered.

"Maybe the next time we're here," Lore promised and pulled her into the lift.

They stood silently in the lift. He was still holding her hand. She liked it. She knew humans held hands to show affection but did androids or was he holding her so she would not get away, like she would even try. She looked forward to the adventures that lay ahead with Lore. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. Ja’hara’s simple display of trust and what seemed to be affection had a profound affect on the android. He almost recoiled from her he was so astonished by this. She meant nothing to him, Lore told himself firmly - nothing. She was a dalliance, a fling, a tryst. Nothing more. But if anyone laid a hand on her again, they would surely die by his.

They made their way through the city streets until they reached Lore’s ship. As the door slid open, Ja’hara took one last look at her surroundings and turned to Lore, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She was not going to miss this place. She looked forward to what the future held for her...for them?

Lore tossed her bag in a small, unused looking room on the way to the bridge, or could it really be called that? The ship was not very big, but as long as it got them off this forsaken planet, it was big enough. Lore pointed to a chair and told her to keep an eye on the warning systems. There had been some things acting up of late. She nodded and watched him move with confidence and control as he took his own seat.

"Any place you want to go, Ja’hara?" Lore asked, beginning the start up sequence.

"Anywhere, just away from here!"

"All right, I do have some business on Dessica II that I need to take care of-"

"Dessica II! That's almost as bad as here."

He smirked at her. "How's Risa sound?" and he leaned over and kissed her.

They were soon on their way. She began peppering Lore with questions about the set up of the ship's controls, the warp capabilities, weapons and other ship's systems. She was full of surprises.

"How do you know so much about starships for someone who has never left her planet?” he asked.

"Plan C was to steal a ship to get off that rock. Have to be able to pilot it for the plan to work. Don't worry, I'm not going to steal yours."

"You wouldn't be able to unless you can break a lockout code forty-two characters long." He flashed her one of his best smirks and returned his attention to flying the ship. "This will take a while. You may as well get some sleep if you want," Lore advised her.

She walked to the room Lore had thrown her bag in. The room and its furnishings were typical of a ship of this type - dull. There was a bed, a small table with two chairs, some built-in storage areas, a replicator, all the necessities but that was it. Definitely needs a woman's touch, she laughed to herself as she unpacked her bag but still she liked it. It felt right somehow to be traveling on this ship with an android she barely knew. She sat on the edge of the bed trying to decide what to do next. She went to the replicator and input a pattern. Soon sitting on the pad was a silk nightie. She was not tired but she did have another feeling overcoming her. She changed into it and went back to the door.

She leaned against the frame of the entrance, "Lore, does this ship have automatic helm control?"

Lore's eyes widened even before he turned his head to look at her. His sexual program was attempting activation. He turned to look at her and his breath caught. Fully dressed, totally naked or scantily clad, the female was attractive. Her perfect breasts were showcased by this skimpy outfit and her long, shapely legs were incredible.

"It sure as hell does," he said. Touching two places on the panel he rose from his seat and smirked "Shall we?"

She waited for him at the entrance to the living quarters. She pulled him to her and they shared a burning kiss. He lightly ran his fingers down the nape of her neck to her exposed cleavage. He swept her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold of the room and to the bed. ~ Carried over the threshold? ~ he thought. ~ Isn't that a human ritual when two people... ~ He lost his train of thought in the passion of her lips. He gently placed her on the bed and removed his clothes before joining her. This trip to Risa might not take as long as he had thought.

"Did you have this much of an appetite for sex with your other lovers? Is this what organics call insatiable?” he asked, looking over her delectable body.

She brought his mouth back to hers and kissed him as hard as she wanted to.

"Do you really want to know?" Ja’hara asked, running her fingers over his smooth chest.

Lore was not sure if he wanted to know about her other lovers and how they made her feel. When he did think of her with someone else he felt something. He was not sure what the emotion was as it was new to him. He would analyze it at another time. Right now, he had more important matters to attend to. He looked into her beautiful eyes.

"No," he finally responded.

"Then maybe this would be a good time to kiss me and then fuck me. You remember how to do that, don't you?" she teased. "Insert tab A into slot B."

"That sounds like a description my brother would use. But, yes, my whore, I remember." He grabbed her ass and squeezed it tightly as he said this. Ja’hara’s eyes, however, went wide at the word "whore". "I mean that in the nicest sense of the word," he assured her, kissing her jaw.

She pushed at him and turned on her side away from him. He could see tears glistening on her cheek. This was not what he had expected.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I..." He was not very good at apologies since this was actually the first time he had felt the need to apologize for anything. He rolled her onto her back and gently kissed the tears away.

"Why do you think I was so desperate to get away from that place. Do you have any idea what I was going to be forced into now that I’ve reached sexual maturity?" He quickly accessed all he could on her planet’s customs. He now knew why his remark had cut her so deeply.

"I'm sorry. I won't let that happen to you. I promise." And he meant all of those words.

"I don't ever want to go back to that hellhole. And I won't let you put me in that role somewhere else!" She sniffed and turned her head away from him again.

"I said I won't and I meant it, Ja’hara," he said firmly. He took hold of her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. Keeping her from turning her chin away again, he lowered his mouth to hers. She resisted for a moment, stopped resisting and finally participated in the kiss. Her arms went around him, pulling him harder against her.

She felt safe in his arms and it was a feeling she had never experienced in her life.

"I haven't been with as many men as you might think," she whispered. "And you are my first real lover." He gently wiped the last of her tears from her cheek and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

He felt a strange tightening but this time it was in his chest.

"What do you mean? Real lover?"

Was she saying what he thought she was saying? Did he want her to be saying what he thought she was? What was this new feeling – joy or panic?

"You are the only one I have wanted to kiss me, to touch me, to be in me. The others..." her voice trailed off. "When I first saw you I knew you were different, Lore, and I don't mean because you're an android. I like being with you. I want to be with you."

"I want us to be together too," he whispered. He almost could not believe he was saying that. He had only ever cared about himself and now this woman had come into his life. He was experiencing emotions he did not even know he had because of her. He kissed her gently on the lips. He wanted to make love to her. For the first time in his existence, Lore wanted to make love.

But how did he do that? How did it go from being sex to making love? Did this mean he was falling in love with her? Ja’hara's hand came up to his face, touching him gently. He had pulled up to look at her again so she had the room to study his face. She ran a finger over his left eyebrow and following the downward curve, caressed his cheek. Coming back up, she ran her finger down his nose and grinning, lifted to quickly kiss the tip. She then took both hands and traced the outside of both of his ears, lacing her fingers together behind his head, she pulled him back to her for a kiss that was different from the others they had shared.

Different but wonderful. Falling in love was not something he thought he was capable of but now he was actually open to that very possibility. ~ But could she love someone like me, ~ he questioned. He processed memories from his past and wondered if anyone could truly love him once they really got to know him.

"Lore, there is something I need to tell you. There have been many events in my life that have shaped who I have become. I can't change any of that. I'm no angel and I never will be. I have done some questionable things in the past, some I regret, most I don't. It was a matter of keeping my sanity, of survival. I hope you can understand that and won't hold my past against me."

"I won't as long as you won't hold mine against me. Besides, I like a woman who has a bit of the devil in her. Much more interesting to be with."

She thought about that one.

"A bit of the devil." She grinned. "Yeah, I think you could say that about me."

Lore gave her a halfhearted smile. "Good, because I have much more than a bit of the devil in me. I don't think I can change that either. If you can't accept it, this isn't going to work." Lore's eyes locked with hers as he waited for her response.

"I think we sound like the perfect team," she laughed. She pulled him to her again and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Partners?"

"Partners," he responded.

They began to make love again. Sex with Ja’hara was great, he thought, but making love to her is even better. It was so strange, different, but wonderful. They moved slower. They kissed tenderly. They touched to please the other. Lore felt like he had discovered a whole new world he never suspected to exist. Her touch excited him and comforted him at the same time. He found himself smiling, grinning and laughing. He did not smirk, he smiled. When they had finished and she was in his arms, he kissed her forehand and whispered words that before this day he had not known the meaning of.

"I love you, Ja’hara."

His words surprised her but what surprised her even more was she believed him. She turned to look Lore in the eyes. She felt so content in his arms. She brushed her hand against his cheek and gently kissed him. "I love you too, Lore," she whispered as she wrapped herself even tighter in his arms.

Her words had a profound affect on Lore's system. He was experiencing so many emotions at one time he was having problems processing them all. The one thing he did understand for the first time in his existence was how lucky he was to have found her. All other considerations would, from this day forward, take a backseat to Ja’hara. Nothing would be more important...well, except for himself, of course...mostly.

Even this caused Lore confusion. He was finding areas where he wanted to place her even above himself. He felt himself start to panic again, but Ja’hara seemed to sense his inner turmoil and brushed her lips seductively against his.

"I'm going to make you happy, Lore. Very happy," she murmured and kissed him.

"You already do," he smiled, "For most of my existence I have been alone. I had never felt the need to be with anyone until I met you. I don't want to disappoint you."

"You won't. This is so new for me too. So many emotions I had hidden away to survive are flooding back. I know that whatever the future has in store for us we'll be okay if we face it together."

He liked how that sounded. He wanted to keep holding her forever, to make love again and again. He kissed her again. A voice from the computer startled them both. "Destination: Risa. Estimated time of arrival - thirty minutes."

"Now the fun begins," Lore told her with a final kiss before they got dressed slowly, and made there way back to the controls to land the ship. They received permission to land and did so.

Chapter Two

Ja’hara was wearing a very lovely sundress that showed off her sexy back. Her hair trailing down her back also fascinated Lore. Grabbing a hastily packed bag with items for them both (something that also had an affect on Lore) they departed the ship to search for a hotel. Lore accessed his databanks for any information he had on accommodations on Risa. He came across what he thought would be the ideal lodgings for them. It was smaller than the more popular resorts of Risa and it was very private. It had all the usual amenities you would expect on this pleasure planet. He was sure Ja’hara would love it. He could tell she was already captivated by Risa. She looked around with wide eyes filled with awe and excitement.

"Lore, thank you for bringing me here. I have never seen such beauty before."

"I have. I have seen beauty far more stunning than this and I'm holding her hand now."

"You're not used to saying things like that, are you?" she asked, grinning.

Lore looked disconcerted for a moment. "No, not really. I've not had reason to say things like that before you. Why?"

She caressed his cheek. "You sounded like you were fighting to get the words out. Like earlier when you told me you loved me. I'm not insulted. I know you mean it. It's actually endearing to see you fighting to say them. Part of your charm," she said and reached over to kiss him.

"The resort I have in mind is not far. I thought you would prefer to walk so you can take in your surroundings. If you would rather take a shuttle-"

She cut him off in mid-sentence, "I'd like to walk." Her eyes were still dancing with awe. Risa was completely the opposite of what she was used to on the dump of a planet she had lived on. The sun, the blue skies, the trees and flowers - she had never seen such beautiful flowers in her life.

She pulled her hand away and slipped her arm through his, holding him closely. They passed a man-made waterfall that emptied into a swimming area. There were two dozen couples enjoying the water and the sun here. Ja’hara's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched.

"Later, my love, later. Let's get checked in first," Lore whispered in her ear as he pulled her along gently.

The guest quarters they were given were incredible. Ja’hara was amazed at the size as it was bigger than the quarters she had back on - she did not even want to think about that place anymore. That part of her life was over and she was just starting a new life, a new adventure with Lore. They took a quick look around their accommodations. There was a large exotically decorated bedroom, beautiful bathroom and a living/dining area. There were huge windows along the front of the structure with a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. There was a deck along the front where they would be able to sit and enjoy everything. There were mirrors over the huge bed and windows in the ceiling - she had never seen a window in the ceiling. The sunlight pouring into the room from them made her feel almost giddy with joy. She imagined being able to see the stars at night.

"Look, a bathtub big enough for two," she almost squealed with delight.

"Good, because I don't intend for you to do very much without me and it may mean getting very dirty." Lore's expression was almost lewd and it made Ja’hara feel warm all over. She loved this expression on his sexy face.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight to her. He held her with one arm and stroked her soft hair with his free hand. He started to laugh. Ja’hara backed away.

"Have I done something to amuse you?"

Lore leaned over to kiss her. "I was just thinking how my brother would react if he saw me here with you. I think his net would overload from the shock."

"You've mentioned your brother a couple of times. It sounds like you are not very close. Did you want to tell me about your family?"

"I'm not sure you could really call us a family. Data and I are not close and I doubt we ever will be. He is nothing like me and exactly like me at the same time. Our father is dead and I found out not too long ago that our mother is remarried and living with this loser on some backwater planet. Data is in Starfleet. He does their bidding and follows their rules. I could never live like that. That's one reason we don't get along. I broke some of their damned rules and they didn't like it."

"Are they looking for you?" she asked.

"I imagine they are."

She laughed. "Yet another thing we have in common."

"They're looking for you? Why?"

"My mother wasn't able to escape her fate. Her husband was in the ‘information trade’. Ama’shega and Starfleet officers don't keep secrets well. My mother and I would gather information, she through her ‘work’ but I used other methods and he would then sell the information to interested parties. The Ama’shega raided our quarters and my mother and...him are now on their way to a prison colony on Amagros V. I got away. That was why I was staying at that Klingon's quarters. I had nowhere else to go."

"I guess we can run together. Don't worry. I can think circles around any Starfleet peon and I can outthink Data too. He doesn't know how to be devious or do anything ‘bad’ or ‘unethical’. He's no fun at parties either."

"I am," she said, with an evil grin.

"One of the reason you were able to coax so much information out of those simpletons, huh?" He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He covered her with his body. "You and me, sexy lady. Nothing's going to stop us," he said, and kissed her.

“Lore and Ja’hara - Starfleet doesn't stand a chance against us, my love," laughed Ja’hara. They kissed again. As they pressed their bodies together, their kisses become more and more passionate.

"Would you like to go to make love before or after we go to the beach?" Lore asked.

"Both," replied Ja’hara as she pulled him back to her.

"I do like the way you think," he murmured in the brief second his lips were not locked with hers.

The mirrors on the ceiling above the bed made for an interesting view of their lovemaking. But her hands caressing his ass were even more interesting. There were moments when Lore found himself closing his eyes and reallocating all of his free operating space to just analyzing the emotions that her touch and touching her caused him to feel. Her scent, the feel of her hair brushing his chest, her playful whispers - it was all more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before and he wanted more.

He was saving everything he had learned about Ja’hara's wants, needs, likes into a new directory in his subsystem he had created for her. He wanted to please her so badly. That feeling was still so new to him but it was not as foreign as it seemed only a day ago. She moaned from his touches. His light kisses on her neck, her shoulders, he wanted to taste every inch of her wonderful body. He looked up at Ja’hara for a moment to study her expressions.  Her eyes were only half open, but she had an expression of utter ecstasy on her exquisite face. He came back up and kissed her mouth again. He never got tired of kissing her mouth. The waves of desire that crashed inside always began and ended with her kiss. He moved down her body and decided to turn her over to kiss ever inch of her back. He moved her hair from her neck and began kissing and licking there, she half giggled and half moaned in response. He straddled her and began to give her a massage. His hands worked magic on her back with his sensuous technique. Her moans of pleasure turned him on even more. He worked his way from her shoulders until he eventually reached her firm butt, kneading her cheeks with his hands. Her muscles were just slightly tight, but not after Lore was done with them. He kept working his way down her body to her thighs, then calves and feet. He brought a toe to his mouth and began to gently suck on it. She started to giggle.

"Lore, that tickles...ahhahaha, stooooop, LORE!"

He was forced to stop because of his own laughter. Ja’hara turned around and swatted at him, playfully, but Lore was too fast for her. He grabbed her wrist and used his grip to pull her into his lap, grinning all the while.

"You can't get away from me," he laughed.

"You think so?" and with that Ja’hara jumped off his lap and ran to the other side of the bed. "If you want me you're going to have to catch me."

Lore hopped to the other side of the bed as Ja’hara darted to another area. Her agility surprised him and she was able to get away from him a number of times. He was finally able to trap her in a corner of the bedroom.

"You can't hope to win against me. You may be agile, but I have ten times your strength." Lore closed in on her, his expression as hard as he could make it in this playful moment.

She had a very aroused expression on her face. "Are you going to take me by force, Lore? You planning on showing me just how bad you can be?" she asked in a sultry voice.

Lore grinned. She had yet to stop surprising him. He liked that. He laughed, picked her up and put her over his shoulder. She tried to sound as if she was protesting his actions but her laughter gave her away. He threw her on the bed. He liked the way her breasts moved when she laughed. He climbed on top of her, holding her arms above her head. He kissed her voraciously. Lore could feel her test his grip on her, but he knew she was not going anywhere until he wanted her to. And right now, he had no intention of allowing her to go anywhere or do anything other than have him make passionate love to her.  Still holding her, he kissed the nape of her neck and sucked and nipped at her. Love bites, was that what they were called? He thought the idea of giving her love bites all over was a wonderful one and by her moans, she was not too upset by the idea either. He moved back to her lovely mouth, kissing her deeply. He slid his hands up from her wrists so their fingers were entwined. He entered her and began slow, rhythmic thrusts. The passion of their kisses escalated with each thrust. She was on the verge of cumming when she cried out his name, over and over. Lore decided he had never heard a more exciting sound than her voice touched by passion, saying his name.

His neural nets flooded with overwhelming sensory information, pushing his sexual response to the brink and over. He cried out her name as he too came.

His response was more overwhelming than he had ever had. His head jerked momentarily and he collapsed on the bed next to Ja’hara.

"Lore, are you okay?" she asked, obviously scared that he may have malfunctioned.

"I had a brief surge in my subprocessor but I’m fine. It's nothing to worry about. I have been processing so many new emotions and sensations lately. I have already run an internal diagnostic and I am 100% okay," he smiled.

"You're sure you're okay?" she asked again. He met her eyes and smiled.

"I'm certain."

"Good, because I want to know just what emotions and sensations you have been processing that are new?" She gave him an almost giddy grin and straddled him. Lowering herself down, she tucked her head under his chin and wormed her arms under Lore to hold him as tightly as she could. Lore took a moment to just enjoy this.

"What's new that I'm processing," he repeated. "You. I'm processing so many feelings both emotional and physical from and for you. Love, intense happiness, incredible sensations when we touch or kiss, just the sight of you. I love you so much, Ja’hara. We were meant to be together." He quickly changed his tone to sound tough. "Don't go thinking I'm changing into some goody-goody. I'm still the evil brother," he said with a laugh.

"I don't want a goody-goody. Sounds like your bother is rather dull and lacking in imagination. I want you, Lore, not some Starfleet pawn. Can we go sightseeing now? And dinner, for those of us who eat, would also be very nice." She poked him in the area where ribs would be were he human and laughed.

They got dressed and returned to the reception area of the resort. Lore spoke to a man at the desk and returned to Ja’hara.

"He's recommended a nice café down the road. We can take a look around and then get something to eat."

They began their tour and Ja’hara's excitement over the sights of Risa made him feel so good. ~ I guess this is vicarious enjoyment, ~ he thought. ~ I am experiencing joy through her. Incredible! ~

"They don't wear much clothing around here, do they?" she noted with a grin. She glanced over his fully clothed body, meaningfully.

Lore grimaced. "I am not going to change the way I dress for this place. I guess you could say I am an all or nothing kind of guy."

"It's probably for the best. I'm sure if you dressed like them the females would be swarming you and then I would be forced to hurt them," she laughed.

Even though she had laughed when she said it, he could tell from the look in her eyes that any female who tried to come between them would not walk away unscathed. Now he knew why Ja’hara had felt the way she did when he had fought that Klingon for her. He was shocked as another previously unknown emotion washed over him. The mischievous part of Lore imagined her fighting for him and even began planning to see that just that happened. ~ Perhaps a word here or there about being untiring and virtually insatiable. Hmmmm, that could work. ~

"How big an opponent do you think you could defeat, my love?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"From my experience, size doesn't matter. It’s all in the mind and the technique. I could easily defeat someone twice my size."

He smirked and looked around trying to find someone he thought would be a suitable "target" for his experiment. They reached the café and sat at a table and ordered a variety of local cuisine. She wanted to experience everything Risa had to offer, including the food. It was while trying to decide where to go next that Lore finally spotted the perfect opponent for Ja’hara.

"Damn, is that who I think it is? I'll be right back, Ja’hara." Lore rose from his seat and crossed the café quickly, despite Ja’hara’s calls.

She was leaning on one of the numerous columns that dotted the area. Her body was long, well toned, tan and barely hidden by a pink flowing garment that stopped at midthigh and started just above her nipples. She looked to be Bajoran but without the earring. There were a few tiny scars on her otherwise flawless body that pointed to her having been involved in the fight to free Bajor of Cardassian rule.

 Ja’hara watched from the table as Lore talked with this woman. Lore appeared to be engaged in a casual conversation with an acquaintance. Ja’hara could not hear what they were saying but she did not like the body language of the Bajoran. She was moving her body too close to Lore. She reached up and stroked his cheek. Lore would quickly remove her hand but she would return it as soon as he let go of her wrist. The Bajoran was getting dangerously close to crossing the line. When she tried to kiss Lore, Ja’hara had seen enough. She got up from the table and crossed the café. She grabbed the Bajoran's arm and pushed her away.

"Back off now or you'll regret it," Ja’hara threatened.

"Do I hear a Plicta fly buzzing?" asked the Bajoran, lazily pretending to scan the area around them. "Do you wish me to swat it, my golden god?" She reached over and ran a finger seductively over Lore's chest, in a downward motion.

Ja’hara caught the Bajoran's hand before she got to Lore's waist. Twisting the Bajoran's arm back until the woman cried out in pain, Ja’hara said between clenched teeth, "No, you hear a Shalpian knife hawk." Ja’hara continued to increase the pressure on the Bajoran's arm. "Now, are you going to leave him alone or am I going to have to break your arm?"

The Bajoran begged Ja’hara to release her, promising to leave Lore alone. Ja’hara let go of her arm but kept a close eye on the Bajoran in case she tried something. The Bajoran rubbed her arm trying to get the feeling back.

"Some men aren't worth fighting for," the Bajoran scowled and started to turn away. "But this one is." She turned quickly trying to sucker punch Ja’hara. Ja’hara blocked the blow easily and began a counterattack. She brought her knee up into the Bajoran’s stomach and when she doubled over in pain, Ja’hara grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head into the bar. The Bajoran lay crumpled on the floor. Ja’hara headed for the door of the café while Lore quickly followed her.

"Very impressive," he said as they walked outside.

"I'm glad you liked it," Ja’hara said as they rushed around a corner and away from the area. "But unless you want to get us tossed off this planet and banned for life," she turned to face him and poked him in the chest with her finger, "I would suggest you stop setting up little scenes like that in the open. You want me to take someone down for you Lore, make sure it’s not in full view of dozens of people." She tilted her head to the side, shook her head at him and then grabbed his face to kiss him hard.

They walked down to the beach and began to explore. Ja’hara removed her shoes so she could feel the soft, warm sand on her feet. She kicked sand at Lore and ran down the beach away from him. He gave chase but took his time in actually catching her. She waded in the crystal clear ocean water up to her knees. She tried to convince Lore to at least take off his boots and walk along the edge of the water. When he finally agreed, she playfully kicked water at him.

"You know what this means, don't you?" he laughed. Her only response was a sexy smirk meant for him. He made a quick motion and pushed her back so she plunged completely in the water.

"Lore! Look what you did - I'm soaked!" she laughed. "Help me up please," she said innocently.

He carefully waded a little deeper and reached rather awkwardly with his hands. She grabbed them in a way to throw him more off balance and he fell into the water next to her. She laughed as she got up and ran back to their quarters with Lore in pursuit, laughing as he ran.

When he caught her, he picked her up in his arms and carried her, but not towards their quarters. He found an area dense with foliage of every size before letting her down. He pulled her by the hand deeper within the green maze until they found a tiny clearing just the right size for two. Lore pulled her into his arms.

“It’s hot here, Lore,” she complained.

“It’s about to get hotter.”

He kissed her. The sight of her standing in that wet clinging dress was too much to bear. "You really should get out of your wet things," he laughed. She pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down.

"I would advise you of the same thing," she said as she pulled his shirt off.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothing while she lay down on the soft grass. Lore moved next to Ja’hara and they wrapped their arms around each other, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. They kissed long and hard for several minutes before Lore stopped and pulled back to just look at her. His eyes were full of mischief.

"You're up to something," she noted.

"Yes, I am." He got to his feet and looked around. His eyes took on a pleased glow. As he helped his lover to her feet, he pointed to a nearby tree. "Stand over there, my love. I will be right back."

She sighed, but did as he told her. Lore returned with a length of sturdy looking vine in his hands. Taking hold of one arm, Lore tied Ja’hara's wrist. He went around the tree and, pulling her other arm behind her, tied her securely to the tree. He stood back to survey his handy work.

"Spread your legs, Ja’hara," he told her, with a grin on his face that spoke of evil intent.

She obeyed. He wrapped a vine around one ankle while she feigned pleading.

"Oh, please, sir, I will do anything you want. Oh, please, don't hurt me," she said in a singsong tone.

He looked up at her as he wrapped the vine around her other ankle giving her that sexy smirk she loved. He needed one more thing. He gave the area a quick survey and found what he was looking for. It was a long, soft, pliable leaf that he used to blindfold her. Now for the fun to start, he thought. He took another leaf and touched it to the very tip of one nipple, watching her squirm. He trailed it down her cleavage and toward the center of her body. He brushed the leaf over her pubic area and continued down her leg. He tickled the top of her feet and each of her knees. She squealed and squirmed through it all and Lore loved it. He threw the leaf down and gently ran his fingertips up the inside of her legs until he reached her thighs. He blew lightly on her thighs as she squirmed to his touch. He kissed the area above her pubic hair, running his lips past her navel, his hands caressing her hips. She moaned deeply. He brought his tongue in to contact with the tip of her breast as he had with the leaf, but after a second, took as much as he could into his mouth, sucking. She moaned again. His fingers danced over her midsection, teasing and tantalizing. His fingers finally began a slow descent towards her center. He gently played with her pubic hairs as he ran his hand slightly lower. He fingered her clit, playing with it as she moaned louder. He inserted his fingers inside her while still pleasuring her above.

"Lore!" she cried out in a passion-affected voice.

"Yes, my possession?" he asked, patronizingly.

"Possession?" she questioned.

"I do have you under my complete control. You are beautiful. Your breasts erect, your legs spread - you’re wet and just ready for me, aren't you?"

She was trying not to beg, but her desire was overwhelming.

"Please!" she finally moaned.

"You'll have to do better than that," he teased.

"Please, master, please. Now sir, please!" she begged.

"That's better."

She moaned as he entered her and slowly began his thrusts.

"Please sir, harder," she begged.

He quickened his pace. Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of "My Lord...ah...closer to Lore," Lore said, between sighs, moans and thrusts.

"Oh my LORD!" she exclaimed and collapsed as much as her bonds would allow her. Lore was almost there himself and, with three more thrusts, he exploded within her.

Lore moved closer to Ja’hara so she could rest against him. She ran her lips along Lore's shoulder, up his neck and over the side of his face until she found his mouth.

"Kiss me please, my Lord," she whispered. Lore kissed Ja’hara tenderly.

"Do you want me to unbind you?"

"Yes, my Lord, please."

Lore removed Ja’hara's blindfold. He broke the vines around her wrists and ankles to free her. Catching her body before she fell, he lowered her gently to the grass. He turned her on her back, lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"I really liked that. We'll have to do that one again," he sighed with contentment, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Can I tie you up next time?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

Lore chuckled. “If you can find something to hold me, my love.”

They lay in each other's arms contently for a while longer.

"Let's go inside. I'm hungry."

They picked up their still damp clothes and went into their quarters. Lore sat on the couch while Ja’hara sat on his lap, her arms around his neck.

"I thought you were hungry?" he asked.

"I can't decide what to have. Any suggestions?" she asked. Lore kissed her and then gently moved her onto the couch. He walked over to the replicator, giving her a glance as he stood in front of it.

"I'll surprise you."

Lore turned to face the replicator and punched in two dozen commands before it beeped compliance and replicated his requests. He returned to her side with a drink of tranya and a tray full of a multitude of finger foods from five different planets. He slowly fed her bite size portions of each as he explained what they were and how each was renowned for raising sexual pleasure, heightening desire or causing certain areas of the body to become more sensitive to touch.

She devoured each sample he fed her. She took his hand after each bite to lick his fingers to get every little morsel. Even though he was not eating, he discovered they were still having an affect on him as well. After finishing the samples from one planet, Ja’hara would ask Lore if they could go there one day. He saw no reason why they could not, so he promised to do so in each case. She was getting full, so after the fifth morsel from the fourth planet, she reached over, drawing her lover closer. Somehow after two deep kisses, the tray got knocked onto the floor, but neither seemed too broken up about it, as they were too involved in each other to even notice. With each touch, she gasped from the incredible sensation. She would not have believed his kisses could taste sweeter but they did.

"The food..." she was breathing heavily, "it's working." She could barely speak. They fell to the floor in a passionate heap. Neither cared that the spilled food was being crushed by the weight of their bodies.

Ja’hara felt as though her body was being controlled by someone else. But she also felt as though she could see, taste and touch with more intensity than she had ever experienced before in her life. Everywhere Lore touched her turned to flame. His hands were like molten lava flowing over her body. She could not control her responses. She was panting, crying, and calling out his name over and over again in quick puffs of breathless speech. The intensity of their lovemaking grew and grew inside her. She grabbed for the carpet as she desperately needed to dig her fingernails into something but all her grasp found was the scattered food on the floor around them. The juice from the fruit trickled between her fingers from the pressure of her grip. Her juices were flowing too like never before. Desperate for purchase, Ja’hara shoved aside as much of the sticky fruit as she could to grab hold of something solid. Lore was vicariously affected by her reaction and riding out this storm of emotion with utter glee and savage delight. Not being able to grip the carpet, she threw her arms around Lore, digging her fingernails into his back. Her orgasm was massive, the force of which caused her to pull Lore as close to her as she could and dig her nails deeper into his back. He kept going - harder, deeper. She was experiencing multiple orgasms, one after another. Finally, when Lore came inside her, her body started to relax although it took a few minutes before she could move. Suddenly she felt a slight discomfort of her fingertips. She removed her hands from Lore's back, spying tiny pieces of gold under her nails.

"Lore, I've damaged you!" She was horrified at the thought of hurting him. She showed him her fingers. Lore took note of the traces of bioplast sheeting embedded in her nails. He did not seem the least bit concerned and this confused Ja’hara.

“I don’t feel pain like you do. You truly are worried, aren’t you? Fascinating. Don’t be. I have a kit that will fix up the damage in no time and you did no damage to my internal systems.” He looked deeper into her eyes, smirking her favorite smirk. “My, that was good, wasn’t it. You were like a wild animal. I loved it.”

She growled at him and did this little twitch with her nose that was so cute. "You're sure you're okay? You're not just saying that so I'll feel better."

"I would never lie to you and you are the only one I've ever said that too."

He had not lied to Ja’hara but what he did not tell her was how surprised he was she had actually scraped the sheeting from his back. This was the first time in his existence he had to make this type of repair. But it also turned him on to think of the depth of emotion he could cause in her and she could cause in him. Her strength was shockingly impressive and that a passion for him could arouse her that much moved him. Hell, he had just promised to never lie to her without a thought, and he had meant it.

He replaced the sheeting but tried to leave as much of the marks as he could. She came in to watch as he made the repairs. She wanted to learn as much about how he operated as she could in case there was an emergency or something.

"You've left some marks. Do you need me to help repair them?" she said as she ran her fingers over the slight ridges.

"No, I'm finished. I left those marks on purpose, as a reminder of a perfect day." He put his arms around her.

"You mean, like a scar?" she asked, looking a little lost.

"Yes," Lore confirmed and began to nibble on her neck.

"You want to leave it to look like a scar I gave you?" she said, still looking like she was processing a problem.

"Yes, you marked me, now I have to mark you."

He returned his attention to her neck until he left his mark on it.

"You don't have to do that, Lore," she laughed. Taking his face in her hands she looked deeply into his eyes. She looked so serious. "You have already left your mark on me. It's just not visible. The mark you have made on my life, my heart is tremendous and will always be there." She kissed him lightly on the lips then wrapped her arms around him.

"I want to mark you as mine anyway. But I like the sound of what you said too. You know, they have this place here that gives what used to be called tattoos. You could get my name printed across your sexy ass. I'd like that." He rubbed his hand across her bottom and raised his eyebrows at her.

"You almost make it sound like you want to get married."

"Is there something wrong with that?" he asked, almost indignantly.

"No, I didn't think you were the marrying kind of guy, that's all," she answered. She was surprised by the tone of his voice.

"I certainly never thought of myself as being the marrying kind either until I met you. If loving you more than anything, wanting to be with you forever, holding you, protecting you, making love to you makes me the marrying kind, then I plead guilty." He wiped away a tear from Ja’hara's cheek. "Before I met you if someone had told me I was capable of feeling this way about anyone, I would have told them they were totally insane and laughed and now look at me. I love you so much."

"You only love me because I'm bad," she teased.

Lore looked like he was chewing on that for a moment. He nodded. "That has a lot to do with it. Now, do you want to go get that tattoo? I have one in mind and a particular place on your sexy body to put it. If you are a good girl, I just may tell you but not yet." Lore kissed her quickly and went to their bags, pulling out an outfit for both of them. "Get dressed. Time for a little body decorating."

They were soon on their way to the body decorating shop. Lore kept smirking at Ja’hara as they walked down the walkways. He had chosen a two-piece outfit for Ja’hara to wear - a low riding mini and a sexy halter. She felt like a local when she wore this. When they arrived, Lore spoke privately to the artist about what he had in mind. The artist escorted Ja’hara to a table and asked her to push down her skirt about four centimeters before lying down on the table so he could start his work. Ja’hara looked at Lore, not knowing what to expect. He still had that smirk on his face. He was enjoying this.

Lore stood on one side of the table as the decorator set to work applying the pigment to the skin just above her pubic hairline. Ja’hara gasped slightly at the first touch of the cold metal machine that was brought to her skin, but she remained still.

It was quickly done, but Lore held her down and then told her to turn over on her stomach for the second one. The machine was reprogrammed and brought down to her right shoulder blade. Ten minutes later, Ja’hara was looking in the mirror at her newly decorated skin.

"Do you like?" Lore asked.

"I do!" she replied as she ran her fingers over Lore's name. She turned to get a glimpse of the entwined letters L and J on her shoulder blade. "What do you think?"

"Sexy," he grinned.

They thanked the artist before leaving and headed to the beach. The sun was starting to set creating a spectacular self-portrait on the water. Lore was admiring the artist's handiwork on Ja’hara's back when she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him into an unlit lane. The look on her face told him she was concerned about something.

"Ja’hara, what is it?" he asked.

"Starfleet security - they have phasers. Can you hear what they're saying? Are they looking for us?"

Lore, who had better hearing than the average canine, pulled his lover into some cover and listened for anything the officers might be saying. They were not a talkative bunch.

"They're not saying anything for me to hear," Lore snarled.

"Should we run or follow?" she asked.

"I want to know what they are doing here. I also need to know what ship they're from."

"Is your brother assigned to a ship?" she asked.

"Yes, the Enterprise."

Ja’hara gasped. "The flagship?!" she exclaimed in a strained whisper. Lore nodded his head.

"They're from the LaSalle. They've come to escort an escaped Maquis fighter to a rehabilitation colony," he started to laugh. "They found her when they got a report about a Bajoran woman who was brought in with head injuries from a bar fight."

Ja’hara began to laugh, "Bitch deserved what she got."

"That's my girl. Always enjoy the taste of the kill and don't waste your time regretting. However, we are going to have to be on our toes, Ja’hara. Where one Starfleet ship goes, another may follow." Lore touched a finger to her nose and held her gaze.

"Do you think we should find a way to disguise you?" Ja’hara asked, looking like she was thinking out loud.

"Not just yet, but I do have a trick or two up my sleeve if things move in that direction," Lore assured her.

He kissed her lightly on the nose before they resumed their walk on the beach. The sunset reflecting off the water was even more beautiful now. They walked slowly, hand in hand, down the beach. There were several beach chairs lining the shore area. Lore and Ja’hara sat down, looking out at the sun.

"Tell me about your brother and his position on the Enterprise. I need to know what we're up against. We need to make plans on how to warn each other or where to meet if we get separated. Don't keep me in the dark on anything, Lore."

"This is not one of my strong suits, Ja’hara. I don't ‘open up’ easily, unless you count this." Lore lifted his thumbnail back and showed her.

"Very funny," she said dryly.

"Actually, this would be a good place to start. This button activates a personal transporter. I should outfit you with one. I could hide it in an earring." He was thinking out loud, but it was productive, so Ja’hara let him continue.

Lore gave Ja’hara a rundown on some of the tricks he had been using in the past to keep Starfleet three steps behind him. He then began to tell her about Data finding him disassembled on Omicron Theta and the various run-ins he had had with the Enterprise and his second officer brother. The part about Data's chip and the "family reunion" was not so easy to explain, but Lore decided if she could not take him as he was, then he wanted to know now.

"So, your father never even tried to get back there, get you and fix you. You're lucky he didn't scrap you - no offense, love - and use parts of you for Data." She sounded furious.

Lore was excited. She was perfect. She understood him and the way he looked at things perfectly.

Ja’hara moved from her chair and into Lore's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It's just you and me, love. There's no one else who cares if we live or die. We're disposable to them," and with those words she began to tell Lore of her life before him. She spoke with anger of what the government expected from people like her as well as about her mother and stepfather. She told of the verbal abuse and mind games she had suffered and how her “family” had only kept her around because her stepfather thought she was useful for his business.

"We really are two of a kind," Lore whispered. "No one will ever hurt you and get away with it again, I promise.

"And I have your back. And I left scars there to prove it," she quipped, rubbing her hand where she knew the scars to be.

"I think we will need to get you properly trained in the use of a phaser and any other weapons that may be handy, should the need arise. You need to be able to defend yourself well if you’re going to be with me. I know you can fight hand-to-hand, but what can you use?" Lore looked like he was formulating a plan, but he needed more information.

"Most of my training, if you want to call it that, is hand-to-hand," she described matter-of-factly. "It was impossible to conceal a phaser, or any weapon for that matter, at most of the places I frequented to get information.  My experience with them is limited but I'm a very quick study."

"Then we need to start your training right away." He stood up holding Ja’hara in his arms and carried her down the beach. "You'll enjoy this. I'm an excellent teacher."

When they got back to the shopping area near their hotel, Lore took her to a replicator shop and ordered a Tilkin dagger, Frek throwing stars, a bat'lith and a metal rod about two meters long. He gathered these items after paying for them and the couple headed back to their room. Once they were alone in the room, Lore pulled out a phaser he had concealed in the bag of their things.

"Now the fun begins," he told her, handing her the bat'lith. She held the bat'lith as if she knew what she was doing. "Have you used one of these before?" he asked.

"No, but I have seen one in use. It has an interesting feel to it." She moved the bat'lith as she recalled having seen it being done before suddenly making a quick motion towards Lore that actually startled him.

She laughed. "I would have had you."

"Not likely," he shot back, smirking with glee.

He drew out the dagger she had not even seen him conceal and lunged for her. He got very close, but she dodged his attack at the last possible second with the bat'lith, knocking him away. Lore laughed with delight. "Nicely done, my sexy lady. Now try this one for size."

He drew out one of the throwing stars and tossed it so it went right by her head. She pulled her head to the side and turned to see where the star ended up. That was her mistake. He made a quick motion towards her. He maneuvered her expertly so he was standing behind her with one of his arms at the side of her head, pushing it back far enough to expose her neck. He held the blade of the dagger against her neck with his other hand, close enough that she could feel the coldness of the blade.

"Never take your eyes off your opponent," he said as he lowered the blade from her neck. She elbowed him hard in the stomach and, although it did not hurt him, it did surprise him. She spun out of his control, facing him with the bat'lith drawn.

"And never let down your guard," she countered.

Lore regained his composure and began to laugh. He laughed so hard as he moved to avoid the bat'lith that he bent over, placing his hands on knees. It was almost a frightening sound. Ja’hara lowered her weapon and stared at her lover, a curious expression on her face. It was then that Lore struck. He jerked the bat'lith from her hand and swung it around until she was now the one being threatened by it.

"What did you say about letting your guard down?" Lore asked, with his priceless smirk.

He took a jab at her with one end of the bat'lith but she moved away from the tip expertly keeping her body square to his. He jabbed a few more times at her when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the metal bar. He swung one more time but this time she somersaulted under the blade, getting behind him. She picked up the metal rod and swung it at the back of his knees. Because Lore was an android, his knees did not buckle, but they did give a bit since he was taken by surprise. Ja’hara brought the metal bar up to defend herself as he swung around to strike again. They sparred for several minutes and during this time the sound of metal clashing against metal was almost deafening.

Ja’hara was covered in a sheen from sweating in minutes, but she did not stop or even slow down.

"You're doing great. If I weren't an android you would have killed me by now." There was definite pride in his voice. They continued their "battle" with one getting the upper hand and then losing it to the other. Finally, Lore called it a draw.

"We need to get on to other aspects of your training," he said, but both were hesitating to drop their fight stance until the other did.

Lore finally put down the bat'lith but it was not until he went to the bag where the phaser was that Ja’hara put down the bar. She kept her eyes on him closely. He was not going to get her twice. He brought the phaser out, quickly turned and fired at her. She jumped out of the way and the phaser burst hit a chair that had been behind her.

"Excellent," he commented. Suddenly a Frek throwing star whistled by his face and was implanted in the wall. Lore looked at her and caught the grin on her face. "You are full of surprises, my love. This is set on stun," he said of the phaser. "See if you can hit me with it." He tossed it to her and ducked out of her way, behind the bed. Ja’hara plucked the weapon out of the air and moved for a clear shot at Lore.

"Lore sweetie, can I ask you a question? How does this work? I've never used a phaser like this before," she asked. Lore stood up and was about to walk to her when she pointed the phaser at him and fired. He ducked out of the way just in time by diving back behind the bed.

"You lie as well as I do, my dear," he called to her proudly.

They continued their cat and mouse game for some time. Lore's speed was the only thing that saved him from her aim until Ja’hara finally had a clear shot and fired on Lore, striking him in the torso. Lore looked down at his chest and gasped.

"Training is over for today, my dangerous lover. You are better than I expected and that will work to our advantage if you can persuade our future adversaries that you’re helpless. It will shock the hell out of them to find out just how far from helpless you are."

She put the phaser down and ran towards him, leaping into his arms. She straddled her legs around his waist and kissed him with great vigor.

"Training makes you frisky," Lore laughed.

"No, not the training. I just want to be the teacher's pet," she replied between kisses. He carried her to the bed and lay her down. He removed his shirt and threw it to the floor before joining her on the bed. "I ruined your shirt," she pouted. "I was naughty."

"Yes, you were. I will have to punish you now for that. I would put you in the corner, but I think I will just spank you instead." Lore grinned and reached to smack her backside, but she jumped out of his arms and grinned, challengingly at him.

"Have to catch me first," she teased, tossing his ruined shirt in his face.

He grabbed the shirt and threw it to the floor to give chase. Ja’hara ran out of their quarters and down the beach. They had been training all night and now it was close to dawn. Lore caught Ja’hara around the waist and raised her off the ground.

"Don't struggle because I'm not letting go," he told her as he put her feet back to the sand. She turned in his arms to face him.

"I don't want you to let go."

They lay on the beach in each other's arms. The sound of the tide added an intoxicating rhythm to their lovemaking. A few early risers passed them as they made love, but this was Risa, so no one was surprised to see a couple engaging in this activity in the open. It happened all the time here, so the lovers were not disturbed.

Lore was surprised by her timing, but Ja’hara fell asleep in his arms after they had made love. They lay with their clothing half removed or undone in the sand of the beach. The tide was low and they lay in its path as it rose, but Lore decided to let her sleep until the water reached them. The cool water lapping at their toes woke the beautiful woman in his arms two hours later.

"Why did you let me fall asleep?" She was not completely awake yet. He kissed her forehead.

"We had a long night. You were tired and I didn't want to wake you. Your look is deceiving even when you're asleep. You look like such an angel," he grinned.

"Well, this angel is starving."

They adjusted their clothing and returned to their quarters. They cleaned off the sand in the shower, played a bit with each other, but did not make love again. While Ja’hara was dressing, Lore called for the maid to come and clean up the mess they had made the previous night. Once she was ready, Lore took his lady out for breakfast.

He loved walking with his arm about her. She was in a white dress that had a short ruffled skirt and her feet were clad in white sandals. She was too sexy not to be noticed by almost every male they passed. Lore loved that the woman he was with made him the envy of so many others.

They ordered breakfast at the outdoor café. The warmth of the sun was offset a little by a gentle breeze. It looked like it was going to be another perfect day on Risa. Ja’hara removed one of her sandals and began to play footsies with Lore. Once again, he was pleased to see the looks of envy on the faces of the men who could see what she was doing.

"What's the plan for today, my love?" she asked. "More training or more relaxation."

"I need to work on a personal transporter for you but that won't take long. Other than that, we can do whatever we want."

"Can my earring have a design like this tattoo?" she asked, pointing to her shoulder blade. Her foot was making its way to his crotch, but the caresses of her toes were already having the desired effect. Lore was breathing harder and the servos in this groin area were tightening.

"I can do that. I'll get some gold to cover the works. I have most of the things that I need in the room, but the decorative aspects I'll need to get. Ah, Ja’hara, if you don't move your foot now, you won't get to have breakfast."

She laughed as she moved her foot away and slipped on her sandal.

"Under normal circumstances I would skip breakfast but I'm famished," she smirked as the server brought their order.

Lore gave her a few more details about the personal transporter including its range and other important information. He told her what items they would have to acquire to complete the task. She listened intently as she ate.

"And speaking of your training, when we leave Risa we'll start your Lorefleet training on all aspects of our ship and dealing with the Enterprise."

"Lorefleet?" she giggled. "You're funny. But your humor is one of the many things I absolutely love about you. That and you are insatiable," she said with an evil grin.

"And you're not?" he questioned. "I love that you can kick ass right along with me. And that you have such a sexy ass." Lore matched her grin for grin.

He reached out and took her hand. To look at them you would mistake them as being a typical couple vacationing on Risa - a man and woman in love with no cares in the world. They were in love but they were anything but typical.

Lore located a shop for the gold they would need and, as he haggled with the shopkeeper over the price, Ja’hara was being shown a number of pieces by the man’s assistant. She kept the assistant so busy he did not notice that some of the jewelry had disappeared. The low powered dampening field in her purse would ensure that any alarms or theft protection devices were kept silent as she and Lore exited the establishment.

They were not in a hurry to go anywhere else so they walked at a leisurely pace back to the resort. Lore did not think it would take long to make the earring now that he had everything. They arrived at their room to find the maid had been there already. They immediately noticed a new chair in the room and laughed.

Lore sat at a desk spreading out the tools and components he would need to make the transporter earring. Ja’hara pulled a chair next to him to watch. She was transfixed by the speed of his hands as he put the device together. When he was finished, he showed her how to operate the transporter and then he removed the earring she had been wearing and replaced it with his work. She could see her image in a mirror behind the desk and smiled.

"I have something for you too," she told him. She opened her purse and removed a small box. "Open it," she urged. Lore did and saw a matching set of latinum rings. "If you really are the marrying kind of guy-" she started to say.

"One – do you really want to be tied to me this way? And two - where the hell did you get these?" Lore asked grinning. He knew damn well where she had gotten them, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"That jeweler had more stuff than he really needed. He also overcharged you. This was my way of evening the score. Now, I really do want to be tied to you in every way up to and including with restraints," she said with a suggestive smile. "What do you say, Lore. Will you marry me?"

"Answer me something first. Should we change our clothes first or do you want to get married in that," he smiled. "Of course, I'll marry you."

They embraced and sealed their engagement with a kiss.

"Is there a special ceremony or something you need to have done or do you want to get married Risa-style?" he asked.

"Risa-style would be just fine," she replied.

They checked the information provided by the resort and found there was a special wedding package available. They headed to the reception area to get more details. Ja’hara teased Lore until he finally agreed to attend the ceremony in a lightweight gold silk shirt and brown shorts. Lore did not like the shorts idea, but after ten minutes of her special brand of begging, he relented. The area set aside for just this function was always kept breathtakingly beautiful. It was outside, with a fountain behind the altar. Flowers wound around rows of columns, and the three gods of Risa were in the center of the fountain - Riszana, the mother of sex, Ruxin, the father of pleasure and Pilissa, their daughter, the child of bliss and fulfillment.

The resort supplied all the necessities for an authentic Risan ceremony. Both Lore and Ja’hara were happy the ceremony was relatively short unlike some worlds where the ritual could take days. There was even someone taking holographic pictures for them so they could share the special day with friends and family. Lore laughed at the thought of sending Data copies of his wedding photos. What would his dear brother think of that.  He whispered his stray thought to his new bride and Ja’hara jumped on the idea.

“I love it, Lore. Let's do it."

"If he had a picture of you, he can track us easier," Lore warned her.

"We could have my image distorted and I could have my face hidden."

"You really want to do this?" he asked.

"I'll do anything if it will bring that sexy smirk of yours to your lips."

They decided to pose with Lore holding Ja’hara as if they were following the Terran tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold. They positioned the photographer to stand to the side to take the picture. Ja’hara had her head turned towards Lore so Data would see them sharing a passionate kiss. Ja’hara's face was not visible in the picture so no amount of computer extrapolation would give away her identity. They decided to make arrangements for it to be sent to Data by subspace message three days after they left Risa.

Once the pictures were taken and the whole thing paid for, it was time for the honeymoon. Ja’hara had been given (for the small price of two slips of latinum) a veil. She wore it for the pictures and was wearing it as Lore carried her from the ceremony site to their quarters.

"Any other man would have tired too quickly to carry you all this way, you know?" Lore informed her.

"Are you saying I'm overweight?"

"Of course not!" he protested.

She buried her head against Lore's shoulder, "Married for ten minutes and my husband thinks I'm fat." He knew she was teasing him.

"I don't think you're fat. Is this the way you want to start this marriage off?" he teased back. They laughed.

He carried her over the threshold and they began their honeymoon the old fashion way - he fucked her brains out. And she, pretending to be the good and proper virginal blushing bride flattered him shamelessly.

"Oh, my husband. You are so big and strong and...BIG! I’m not sure you will fit in your inadequate new wife. I am just a simple woman. I am sure I will fail to please you, my husband." Ja’hara's mock innocence caused Lore trouble not laughing and concentrating on showing his wife a lesson in sex. "Oh, my very well-endowed husband, have mercy on me. You cannot fit all of that within me."

"I can see I will have to find a way to silence you, my wife."

He was not able to completely silence Ja’hara but he did turn her teasing into yelps of surprise and moans of pleasure. He soon had her begging "more Lore, deeper, please."

"But I thought I wouldn't fit in my inadequate new wife?" It was his turn to tease but then he complied with her wish. They spent the next two days in bed enjoying their honeymoon. As Lore was holding Ja’hara in his arms, he brushed a piece of her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. "My love, I think we've done Risa. It's time to move on," he said.

"Are you saying you've gotten tired of making love to your new wife?" she teased.

"I think I'm saying I have many more planets that I plan to visit so I can make love to my wife there too. Have you ever heard of Argelous II? You would not believe the marks they have there. Want to go?" Lore looked to be almost drooling at the idea of fresh meat to steal from.

Ja’hara grinned at him and agreed they should if that was where he wanted to go. They lounged in bed a little longer before gathering their things.

"Are you up for some more training when we get to the ship?" he asked.

"Ready, willing and able, skipper," she saluted.

"That's insubordination," he said with mock indignation.

They took a shuttle from the resort to their ship as they had acquired quite a few items during their stay. Lore gave the shuttle driver six slips of latinum to send the subspace message to Data in three days. The driver could tell Lore was not one to mess with and promised to follow his instructions to the letter.