"Luck Be a Lady"

TITAN: Riker/Troi; Rated PG; Bad Luck Challenge

2006 ASCEML Awards - 2nd Place Riker/Troi Story; 3rd Place TNG Other Challenge






"I want you to know, this is mutiny."

Lt. Cmdr. Ranul Keru laughed. "I'm not to blame for your bad luck, but if it will make you feel better to toss me in the brig, then go for it."

"If you weren't my chief of security and a damn good tactical officer I just might do that," Riker muttered under his breath.

It was the first "poker night" on board the Titan, and her commanding officer was losing. Losing big time.

"If this is how you normally play, then count me in every week," Chief Engineer Nidani Ledrah chipped in.

Christine Vale, the Titan's executive officer shook her head. "I've heard rumors of your prowess at the gaming tables." She gestured to the practically non-existent pile of chips in front of Riker. "But if this is any indication…"

"It's just a bit of bad luck; don't count on winning so much next week," he growled. So far he was down fifteen hours of holodeck time, four seventy-two hour shore leave passes and he'd somehow agreed to give Counselor Huilan trombone lessons. He didn't see how it could get much worse.

*Don't get upset, Will; just keep losing, and when you're done, I'll be waiting.*

He groaned and shifted in the chair. Huilan looked at him but Riker shook his head and said, "Just been sitting too long."

It was all her fault. Deanna. The little minx had been teasing him since shortly after the game had started. The telepathic bond between the two wasn't very strong, but it was strong enough for him to sense what she was doing.

*You should see my nipples, Imzadi. They are stiff and miss your attention. My hands and fingers are a poor substitute for your mouth. And my clit is so sensitive that were you to blow on it, I would lose control. *

She was sending him a play-by-play of her masturbation. He was getting it in mainly audio, but sometimes he'd catch a flash of exactly what she was doing. It'd given him not only a borderline- painful erection, but it'd wiped out his concentration. How could he concentrate on what cards had been played when he had a private strip show playing out in his head.

He looked down at the cards in his hand. It had the potential to be a winner, but he'd had enough of Deanna's teasing. If he didn't head to their quarters and get some release, he'd end up finding said release in his boxers. And somehow he didn't think that would make a favorable impression on his fledgling crew.

He tossed his cards down on the table. "I think I've had it for tonight."

There were a couple of groans, those mainly from the people who'd been winning.

"Hopefully next time you won't have such crappy luck," Ledrah said consolingly.

Another provocative image flashed in his head. Nodding a curt goodbye to everyone, Riker grinned. "I think it's about to take a turn for the better."



Copyright October 2006 by Cait N.


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