Knight in Shinning Armor

Part Two: The Fluff We're All Here For

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Will turned to leave, but Deanna grabbed him arm. She slowly stepped up to him as he turned back to her. She ran her hand along his face. "Don't leave," she whispered.

He ran his hands down the curves of her form. She shivered under his touch. He wrapped and arm around her waist and caressed her face. "I won't leave. Not if you want me to stay." He brushed his lips against hers.

Deanna caught his head between her hands and brought it down within reach of her own. She kissed him with more strength than he had kissed her. "Stay the night. Stay with me tonight." She gripped the front of his shirt, as if that could keep him.

He eyes met hers with once-lost passion. "I'll stay with you tonight."

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"Commander Riker, it is absolutely UNacceptable to threaten a subordinate!"

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" Will asked, standing at attention in front of Captain Picard. When Jean-Luc nodded; Will spoke again. "I wasn't speaking to him as a senior officer to a subordinate. I was speaking to him as the friend of a woman he was blatantly insulting. Frankly, Sir, I will take anything you throw at me, but he had NO right to speak about Deanna in such a profane manor."

"You have to set an example for the rest of the crew, Number One," Picard insisted.

"Someone had to teach that maggot he cannot insult Deanna, nor any woman, in that manor!" Will was almost shouting. "He was bragging about how she slept with him, which she didn't! He called my Deanna a 'crazy slut!'"

"'Your Deanna,' Number One?" Picard arched his eyebrow after Will's outburst.

Will's universe seemed to slow. "Sir?"

"You said 'My Deanna,' Number One." Jean-Luc paused as Will's expression changed from one of anger to one of embarrassment. "Will, what you do on your own time is your own business, but you cannot bring it into your duties. Next time, I expect you to leave your personal life out of it."

"Yes, Sir," Will snapped back to attention, which he fell out of somewhere in their conversation.

"Dismissed," Jean-Luc looked down as Will left.

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"He had no right, Deanna!" Will paced in his quarters like a caged tiger, ranting.

Deanna sat calmly on his couch. She watched him pace. "I know, Will."

"All I did was set him straight!" Will ran his fingers through his hair.

"I know, Will," she agreed again.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him insult you?"

"No. You did the right thing, my Knight in Shinning Armor."

Will paced a few more times before stopping abruptly. He stared at her, a smile growing on his face.

"What?" she laughed.

"You are so beautiful," he said simply.

Deanna smiled at his compliment, which he seemed to never be short on.

Will approached her and dropped to a knee, getting to her eye level. "You are so irresistible." He flashed his infamous Riker Grin. "I think I might have to take advantage of you, Fair Maiden." He cupped her cheek in his hand. Rising from his knee, he pushed her down onto the couch. "So beautiful," he whispered before his lips met her neck.

"Will!" she shrieked. She tired to stay his hands as he tried to unfasten her uniform. "Will! You have to on the Bridge in twenty minutes!"

Will chuckled when she gasped at his hands. "They can wait."

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"Number One, you're late for your shift," Captain Picard said without looking up to see Will enter the Bridge.

"I apologize, Sir. It won't happen again." Will said as he took his seat.

Jean-Luc looked at Will; whose cloths were wrinkled and his hair poorly kept. "Actually, Number One, can I see you in my Ready-Room?" Captain Picard stood up and started to his Ready-Room.

"Of course, Sir." Will followed Jean-Luc into the side office and waited for the doors to close. "What is it, Captain?"

Picard cut to the chase right away. "You were with Counselor Troi, weren't you?"

Will stood up a little straighter. "I won't lie to you, Sir. I was."

"As I said before, Number One, I don't care what you wish to do on your own time, but you cannot let it interfere with your duty. If you and Counselor Troi choose to pursue a relationship: that is your business. I do expect you not to make a spectacle of yourselves and be an officer first. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Will answered formally.


"Yes, Sir." Will turned sharply to leave.

"Number One?"

"Yes, Sir?" Will turned back slowly.

"I am happy about you and Deanna. Take care of her."

Will smiled. "I will, Sir." Will turned to leave again.

"I mean it, Will. I'm sure Lwaxana Troi would be here in a second."

Will chuckled. "That alone, Sir, makes Deanna a queen among us." Will left thinking, 'And me to be her protector, her Knight in Shinning Armor."

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