Geordi had always wanted to smell an active warp drive. In much the same way, humans wanted to touch clouds or eat lava, he was occasionally struck by the yearning to smell the refined smell of an in progress matter/antimatter reaction despite the impossibility.
Honestly, Geordi was barely aware of the fact that Q had been spotted on the ship. It was time for the biennial nacelle conduit connection check which required all of engineering to be crawling around jefferies tubes throughout Engineering and the rest of the ship. So, Geordi wasn’t thinking about thinking about it during a brief moment when he was moving directly through the empty space that was main Engineering. He had taken a moment to appreciate the vast glowing multilayered beauty of the warp drive humming and glowing in front of him when there was an almost inaudible pop and a wickedly bright flash next to him that made him rapidly shift filters and tone down visual acuity in his visor.
He barely registered the accompanying pop and flash on the upper catwalk surrounding the warp core until the Captain’s voice rang out, loud and astringent:
Geordi was too distracted by the delicious aroma that had popped into existence next to him. Sweet, emphatically blue, hot and with an electric sizzle that tingled on the tip of his tongue, exactly what he felt, dreamed, imagined…/knew/ the warp core smelled. He gasped, the space around him, filled with the smell and the warmth of a “human” body.
“Ah, Mon Captaine, I do enjoy these little games we play!” Q’s voice rang out from next to him, soft but carrying, adding to the sensory overload Geordi was experiencing. He realized that he was panting, filling his nose and mouth with the smell as it overpowered him and saliva gathered in the corners of his mouth.
He should be saying something, doing something about the fact that the Q entity was next to him. Was clearly popping the Captain effortlessly about the ship. They’d had meetings, made action plans regarding Q encounters. But instead, he was just standing there caught in this wave of feeling.
And as such, he almost didn’t notice when Q turned from his banter with the Captain to regard him.
“Oh, how very interesting, Mr. Head Engineer,” Q whispered, delicately, “aren’t you something I’ll have to investigate further?”
Geordi should have said something but his tongue felt heavy and clumsy, his body was hot all over and he just couldn’t think through the smell and sound and dizzy array of light and stars that was Q playing human.
“Q!” The Captain’s voice shattered the moment wrenching Geordi’s focus up to the catwalk where he could see the shape of the Captain, his head warm and sharply defined with heat hotter than usual.
“Hmmm, later then” was softly whispered into his ear, a delicate touch of lip caressed the shell of his ear before there was another set of almost inaudible pops and those bright flashes. And suddenly, Geordi was left alone in an echoingly empty room, hands shaking and achingly hard.
“Oh,” he murmured, nose still of that enticing smell and wondered dreamily what it would be like to taste.
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