Whose Line and Star Trek:TNG Crossover
Title: A Stitch in Time: A WLiiA - ST: TNG Crossover By The_EmpressAR and PDGLYPH
Pairings: Ryan/Colin, Ryan/OFC, Colin/OFC, OFC/OFC, OFC/OMC
Rating:18+ Here comes some nookie!
Word Count Chapters 13-14: 3,788
Summary: Space…the final frontier…these are the voyages of the star ship…Enterprise. Its continuing mission…to explore strange new worlds…to seek out new life, and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before…Two inquiring minds from the 24th century (with a little help from an omnipotent being) unwittingly converge the past and present with a love that crosses over any time barrier
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation nor Whose Line is it Anyway...I'm just borrowing them for a bit to bend them to my whim...I think it's working rather nicely...don't you? Oh...btw...the fridge is looking VERY bare...and I got one more week to go before I can eat...oh well...I am surviving nicely off of the yummy comments I've received!! Keep 'em coming!!!!
Chapter 13: Across the Universe - Nothing’s Gonna Change My World.
“I accept your challenge.” Riker said with a wide grin full of bravado. Inside, his mind and guts were in turmoil. He’d dealt with beings from another time before. They usually had a way of throwing things for a loop when you least expect it and then it was up to the crew and The Enterprise to set things right again. He only hoped that what Greg had up his sleeves was just that, a simple game of wits and nothing more. His self-confidence, he knew could help him defeat any word play that this upstart had in mind, but he still didn’t know who he was dealing with.
Greg smirked and looked from Drew to Deanna. Deanna had taken herself over to one of the chairs and was sitting provocatively in it crossing and uncrossing her legs in her off the shoulder blue dress. Greg couldn’t help but stare at her body. Damn if he didn’t get sex or a smoke soon, he’d probably wind up sucking on the tailpipe of the Enterprise to get some sort of relief. Riker was watching Deanna out of the corner of his eyes his jaw dropping. She was literally throwing herself at the man…and she was supposed to be the ship’s counselor.
Greg cocked his head and Deanna gasped, almost in ecstasy. Riker turned to her. “Deanna what the hell are you doing?”
“I can’t help it, Will. I don’t know what’s going on. All of the sudden I can’t turn off the feelings. I’m feeling so much from him,” she said indicating Greg, who stood there innocently, the corners of his mouth tugging ever-so-slightly. Drew had almost thrown himself to the floor laughing so hard. He was in the middle of a gut-buster.
Greg couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Am I really projecting that much, babe?” He shot her a glance which had Deanna moaning in the palm of her hand. “Well I’d happily forego the proceedings if it meant giving you a little relief.” Greg said waggling his eyebrows.
Deanna all but leapt from her seat, but Riker held her in her place. “Whatever it is your doing, cut it out. Let’s get on with this. The captain had better find a way to get you back to whatever ‘plane of existence’ you’re from because I’m tired of you hanging around mine.”
Drew looked at Greg who looked back nodding once. Thinking wryly to himself…‘Colin and Ryan aren’t the only ones who share the mind meld thing.’ “90 second Alphabet,” he intoned, falling into his host-like manner. It came to him all too quickly these days, and frankly, it felt like it would be getting old very, very quickly. “This game is called 90 second alphabet, and what happens is you two are going to make up a scene…”
Greg tuned Drew out as he explained the game to Riker, who looked like he just kept zoning in and out of the conversation. Greg was watching Deanna, because hell, she was far more interesting than something he’d heard so many times before. Their eyes locked, and thanks to her, emotions flew back and forth like words, only a hell of a lot more intense. Greg inhaled sharply, thrown for a moment by her lust, so smoky and fine, and she tasting his, bitter and insatiable.
His lust for her, for life, for everything. The man wanted it all and he wanted it now. Deanna bit her lip, trying not to shift around on her seat to draw anymore attention to her current dilemma. In doing so, she was doing the opposite, practically writing for relief. Greg found himself suddenly, and very noticeably hard.
“Well, looks like Greg is waving the flag,” Drew grinned down at Greg’s distressed trousers as the near frantic man finally tuned back into the conversation.
“Save it Drew, what’s our scene?” Greg growled his nasal voice deeper already.
Drew’s eyebrows flew up but he nodded. “Gentlemen, your scene is you are both in a contest of strengths for the hand of a lovely lady.” Greg gave him a look, but Drew shrugged, smiling and unrepentant. “Truth is always best, and you shall start with the letter… G, take it away… Now!” Drew said, looking at his watch.
“Greg, she and I have been in love for years,” Riker said firmly, his lips curled into proud smile.
Greg nodded, a little surprised. “Haven’t you noticed she’s not taking the bait anymore?”
“I happen to know that she will, because it’s love, not lust.” Riker growled.
“Just because you’ve been stringing her along all these years doesn’t mean you own her dude,” Greg smirked, crossing his arms.
“Klingons could not drag me from her side.” Riker said, and Greg could see the wheels laboriously turning in his head.
“Lucky for you it doesn’t take Klingons, just a hot green chick.” He said with a snark.
“Men don’t talk like that, children do.” Riker looked furious. But it was a battle of wills, not fists… so far anyway.
“Never mind, she may not love me, but I can treat her right.” Greg said impatiently, giving Deanna a look that made her shift anxiously on her chair. She flirtatiously trailed her fingers across the heated skin of her bosom, the cut of her dress doing nothing for Greg’s concentration. He stifled a whimper and urged Riker to hurry it up.
“Oh I would love to see you try…you see, she likes real men, not squeaky voiced addicts,” Riker looked triumphant.
“Perhaps she does like real men, and realized that chest thumping Neanderthals didn’t fall into that category.” Greg said lightly, grin back on and eyebrows raised.
“Quit being so impetuous, I am second in command of a star ship, and you’re a comedian from a time long forgotten.” Riker snorted.
“Really? If it was forgotten, how did I get here in the first place?”
“Silence,” Riker advanced slowly, and Drew shifted towards them, eyes darting between them and his watch. “You’re mouth is making promises your body can’t keep.”
“Talk is cheap, micro-cephalic man.” Greg edged closer, too, glaring up at the angry second.
“Usually I’d make you hurt, but Deanna is here, so I won’t show her how base a creature man really can be when his mate is on the line.” Riker snarled, waving in Deanna’s general direction.
“Victory isn’t in making sure you win over me,” Greg snorted, watching as the man dug himself into a hole. “it’s about making sure she doesn’t find anyone else, right?”
“Wow, you’ve finally got it…it’s a miracle.” Riker laughed.
“Xavier Hollander would totally kick your ass, man,” Greg stood back, settling down. He’d already won, he could tell from the displeasure radiating from Deanna’s side of the room.
“You know what, I don’t care, because I think this little farce has finally convinced you of what is and isn’t yours to have.” Riker said smugly.
“Zounds, I don’t know!” Greg said, hands to his face in mock worry.
“About what?” Riker thundered.
“Boy you need to calm down when you’re marking your territory.” Greg scrunched up his nose.
“Don’t toy with me, Proops, you and the rest of your pathetic group of cheaters, liars and freeloading ‘comedians’ aren’t welcome here ever again!” Riker said, jabbing a finger into Greg’s chest.
“Effective means of pushing someone around, techno-babbler!” Greg poked him right back.
“For your information!” Deanna thundered, finally letting the meaning of the game and its words sink past the cloud of lust fogging up her brains. The two men froze, blinking at her. “I am not nor was I ever a prize to be won! The waves of testosterone in this room are over powering and frankly I’m feeling a bit foolish for allowing myself to become entranced by your ‘charms’, and for your information, baiting him so he says these things does not make you look better to me!” She stood up, facing Greg, standing between himself and Riker. She was even sexier when angry.
“Sorry,” Greg squeaked, gulping and tugging at his collar. His hands itched to grab her and take her right there on one of the tables. Deanna shook her head trying, unsuccessfully to block him, failing but loving it.
Drew took off his watch, sitting in the chair she vacated, and threw it behind him with a sigh.
“Now, both of you stop this fighting, and Will?” she looked to him.
He stepped forward eagerly.
“I will date who I want when I want and you have no right to be jealous… because you did it, too.” she said quietly, making him hunch in on himself. She turned and grabbed Greg’s hand. “Now, I think you and I have some matters to discuss.” she cleared her throat and dragged Greg away without a final word, leaving Drew and Riker alone blinking the way they’d left.
Riker groaned and sat down in another chair, holding his head in his hands.
“So…” Drew said, leaning back in his chair. “Wanna play some cards or something?”
Riker sighed and nodded.
Chapter 14: Behind These Hazel Eyes
Ryan and Phred strolled leisurely along the hallways, though for most people, they’d have to run to catch up to the two tall beings.
Neither said very much, and pretty soon both realized that they didn’t have to, since both confessed that small talk was silly when it was only ever used to fills gaps and silences. After they’d been reassured that neither cared if there was silence, they seemed to relax. Every now and then she’d point out a particular thing of interest or tell an amusing story, and he was amused to find that none of them were technical jokes, but always about humans and aliens relating.
After a particularly interesting anecdote on Mr. Worf getting into a small fight with one of the very formidable human matrons on board, they realized they were outside her apartments. Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but she darted forward and pressed a small kiss to his startled lips. “Mr. Stiles… will you please come in? I would very much like to show you just what I am…” She smiled a small, slight smile, trying to hide a lingering insecurity, but Ryan found it very endearing.
He looked at her, tracing his finger once again down her cheek, like he had when they’d first met. “Okay…”
The inside of her quarters was like stepping backwards in time to a fascinating mixture of magic shop, an artist’s studio and the starship itself. Here and there you’d spot the dully-gleaming metal of the ships natural look in its quarters, but nearly every available space was used for something. Sheets of music were stacked in tidy little piles next to eerily graceful alien masks. Musical instruments hung from the wall that Ryan couldn’t even guess at how to operate, and plants flourished in one corner, making the room smell like Earth and growing things.
Ryan breathed the smell deeply, taking with him the spicy scent of sandalwood and cedar. “This place is amazing…” he frowned theatrically and ducked outside the door, looking around while she chuckled before pulling his head back in and scratching it. He beamed at her as she covered her mouth, laughing.
“Aw, don’t do that, you’re pretty when you smile.” He pulled her hands away, watching as her eyes once again flushed. “How do you do that?” he whispered, watching the fascinating cascade of colors look back up at him.
“My people… since our skin isn’t so much flesh as sensitive scales, we don’t have blood vessels in it.”
“I haven’t seen many of your people on this ship, since I arrived. Are there any more on board like you?” Ryan asked still fascinated with the translucent skin, the iridescent sheen almost like a prism in the dim lighting.
“There are not…many…of my people, anywhere.” Phred said regretfully. “It is difficult…as you may have noticed, for us to maintain relationships…it hurts us far too much.” Phred said not going into details. Ryan paused, but did not catch the meaning behind her words. Phred flicked her tongue nervously, wishing they had not started on this subject.
Ryan understanding that she was feeling a bit uncomfortable cupped her cheek, feeling the strong swoop of her jaw. “And that tongue…?” He said subtly diverting her attention back to her attractiveness. He was definitely feeling some strong vibes.
She leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like she was scent marking him. “S-scent molecules… in the a-air…”
“When was the last time you got to use it for something other than that?” he asked, voice gravelly and dropping lower.
Her eyes flew open, so close to his that he fancied could almost see the individual pigment cells as they changed to forest green. “It’s been a very long time, Mr. Stiles… people are nervous around me…”
“Why?” he asked without thinking, but apparently she needed a listening ear. He pulled the clasp out of her hair and letting the colorless strands flow through his hands like water, incredibly soft and fine.
She opened her mouth, and two small retractable fangs dropped down. He blinked, watching as she retracted them and closed her mouth, looking down. “No one wants to kiss a snake… even after she’s had her poison glands removed…” she said miserably.
Ryan tilted her chin to look up at him and kissed her softly. He pulled back a little and she licked her lips before pulling him back down for another. When they pulled back, slightly breathless, he grinned at her. “Just call me Cinderella dressed in yella’.” She looked at him, puzzled, so he just pulled her closer. “Never mind.”
Their kisses soon became heated and rough, their hands gliding over one another, and Ryan had to marvel at how fast she learned. Like riding a bike, you never forget, he mused. She led him into the bedroom, slapping her hand against the light panel before she shoved him onto the bed, his belt buckle half-undone and his shirt already ripped open.
He sat up on his forearms as she began peeling herself out of her clothes, revealing incredibly smooth and milk pale expanses of skin, glistening with reflected color, the curtain of her white hair behind her. Tossing the dress behind her, she stood before him nude. “Say something Mr. Stiles…” she whispered, voice thick once again.
His eyes roamed her lithe figure, high, tight breasts, everything about her looking like something you’d see swimming though water, too graceful, too quick to catch, and always making you want to see it again. “Stop calling me Mister and come here…” he held out his hand to her.
She smiled, crawling into the bed like she had muscles in places he didn’t, holding herself over him, the sweet smelling drape of her hair hiding them both as he brought her down for a kiss. Together, they shrugged his shirt off and managed to work his pants off when they got to his underwear. “What’s this?”
“Wha?” he blinked, swallowing hard as her fingertip teased along his cock, already straining the fabric of his underwear to the limits. “That’s what I’m going to be using on you soon.” Ryan said a slight blush staining his cheek. It was always different with a lady. Colin never asked him strange questions, especially regarding his manhood. He had his own to justify. Ryan almost giggled at the thought. They were both more than adequate in that department, so it made moments like these infinitely easier.
“No, this garment, I’ve never seen one before,” she smiled, still not showing her teeth.
“What they don’t have underwear in this century?” he grinned.
“They do, I think, but not like this. I believe they’re sewn into the suits, but I wouldn’t know. I don’t wear ‘underwear’.”
“Never?” he asked, running a hand through her incredible hair.
“Nope…”
He grinned, “Then let’s get me out of these.”
“Yesssss…let’s.” She said with an anticipatory hiss, her eyes flashing.
They stripped him bare, and she set to work roaming his body, stating that she wanted to know every inch of him by heart before he left. She trembled when she touched him, knowing indeed it may be the last time she would ever…with anyone. He was okay with her exploration, and when tentative fingers reached his cock, he was very okay with it.
She took him into her mouth, and he felt her tongue wrap around his tip sliding around it. God…he hadn’t known that sort of thing was possible. His hands gripped the sheets of her bed, his head thrown back against the pillows as she took him deep, keeping him there as she swallowed again and again, making him groan until he had to drag her back up, “God…don’t you breathe?!” He gasped, sweat beading off of him.
She smiled at him, kissing along his neck. “I don’t have to breathe every few seconds like you… I don’t have to every few minutes either…” She winked at him, feeling bolder. She could become addicted to his taste, she wanted more. She had to remember her training of holding back. She had been with far too few humans in her time, but she knew they were a fragile species, when it came to certain ‘un-human’ behaviors.
He slumped back into the pillows, letting her hands and mouth wander once again. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” he chuckled. She laughed, cupping his balls and giving them an experimental tug. He jerked, gasping as she pressed a finger behind them. Different than any human fingers, Ryan loved the sensation. He moaned and blinked back down at her, Trying to connect with her. Her eyes were black and dilated. “I know those eyes. Those were the colors when I pissed you off.”
“You obviously don’t know my moods,” she murmured, flickering her tongue along the sensitive seam of his leg and hip. “You taste delicious…”
“Come back here,” he growled suddenly, pulling her up so that her body rested on his. She groaned, feeling his heated need pressed tightly to her groin. He rolled them until he was on top. “My turn…” he smiled fiercely. He tasted her skin, expecting it to maybe cut his lips, since it was covered in scales, but they were so small it felt just like human flesh, only infinitely softer, like satin. Down to her breasts, tasting them, seeing that they were indeed as sensitive as a human woman’s, or hell a human man’s.
Down her flat stomach, noting the belly button and delving into it, eliciting a giggle and a sigh. He noted also, with real surprise, that she otherwise devoid of hair, and he was intrigued with that. He explored her like she’d explored him, flickering his tongue, making her twitch her hips to meet him as he searched for spot after spot. After all, he was doing this not just for himself, but for the human race. Contacting aliens and all that jazz.
He rose up, bracing himself, and watched her face as he slid a finger in, searching for her spot. She was already panting and moaning at what he was doing to her, but when he brushed a spot deep inside her, her hands flew up to grip his shoulders, eyes their wide, black swallowed pupils. There it was. He moved forward, watching as her legs wrapped around him, watching her face as he slid in and threw his head back with an aching sigh. “God you’re so tight…”
She panted, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as he lowered himself to his forearms. “Is… that… good?”
“Oh god yes…” he hissed, pulling out a little before sliding back in, making sure he wasn’t hurting her.
Far from it, she was snapping her hips up to meet him, her hands digging into his back as she clutched at him. He thrust home, angling for that spot he found earlier, and soon found it. She arched her back with a throaty cry, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention as still he thrust into her. He felt her nearing her orgasm, her eyes already wide and sightless. He grunted as she began to spasm around him, constricting even tighter before she came, grabbing a pillow suddenly and sinking her teeth into it. In the back of his mind he could have swore he heard a rattle of a diamond back.
Ryan thrust erratically, frantically slamming into her until he felt the telltale heat and he came in jets of warmth deep into her, frozen, his head thrown back and his mouth slack until at last, he was done, slumping on her. He made to roll off but she held him tightly, clinging to him, beginning to tremble with aftershocks. She wrapped around him like a silk glove until he felt himself soften and slip free.
“You’re… amazing…” he mumbled into her shoulder.
“You… also…” She cursed breathlessly in a language he didn’t understand but he understood. Boy did he ever as he rolled off of her and saw what she’d done to the pillow.
“I didn’t want to bite you.” She said apologetically, throwing the mangled thing away and scattering fake goose down everywhere.
He chuckled, pulling a feather from her hair and kissed her. “Why not, I hear on this flying bucket of bolts, they can heal me magically…” he muttered against her lips, trailing the feather down her body.
She shivered and yawned, a jaw cracking thing that made Ryan wince before following suit. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a nap before we try that again…” she purred, a vibrating hiss that intrigued him further.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled as she curled into his chest, wrapping an arm across his chest and a leg across his. Another piercing shiver ran through her body. She trembled as the result and Ryan, barely noticed in his post-sex lethargy, only believing she was cold. He held her tighter as if to warm her up. As they drifted off, he ran fingers through her hair idly, until he brushed against something hard. Looking down as far as he could without disturbing her, he glanced down to find a knot amongst the iridescent scales the colors of pink, green, blue and gold marching down her spine to the small of her back.
A look of confusion clouded his vision momentarily but he shrugged, kissing the top of her head and drifted off to sleep. A thrill of panic laced Phred’s mind. ‘Not now...not now…’
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