Came for the memes, stayed for the thirst.

Two weeks have come and passed since Q left upon your own request - and ever since then, things have only deteriorated.

While you were grateful that he gave you some space to process everything, you miss him more and more every day.

Sure, you could probably just say the word and he'll come crawling back, but where would be the point in that?

After all you both wronged the other unintentionally, and you were far from ready for the conclusion of this matter - because the only reason you blew such a trivial thing out of proportion was your own irrational infatuation.

Being so close to Q while knowing he could never truly see you that way was just too much to bear.

In hindsight it was a rather harmless prank of his, compared to what he is usually capable of. He surely didn't even mean anything by it.

However, while you felt bad for overreacting, this was about principles.

Q was alledgedly the most intelligent and powerful being in the known universe and beyond, and his fascination with humankind is going long enough for him to have learned about their boundaries. Or at least yours for that matter.

Yeah, he keeps telling you that his kind doesn't have to oblidge to those imaginary rules - but if you really meant something to him, he had all the means in the world to learn what's appropriate and what isn't.

Or maybe you're expecting too much from a lifeform that sees the universe as his playground and anything or anyone else as beneath him.

Then again, he did seem pretty upset by the notion of you being with someone else- no. Not that way. It's probably nothing more than how anyone wouldn't want another person to use their belongings.

For all you know you're the closest thing to what he considers a friend, or at least you're certainly the only one tolerating his bullshit for an extended period of time.

In the beginning of your unusual arrangement, he was more taken aback by the fact that you were actually enjoying his company than he was with any insult or accusation you could hurl at him.

So of course he'd be jealous - while he'd never admit to feel inadequate in some ways, a Q couldn't exactly grant you the normalcry humans tend to cherish.

Maybe he feared once you found a friend that's more compatible with your lifestyle, you'd see him as the nuisance most delcared him as and abandon him as well.

Shit. All those theories are leading nowhere if you don't have the guts to talk them over and find out.

Either you'd overcome this and remain acquainted, or you'll lose him completely. Neither can't be as worse as this state of uncertainty you are in between right now.

Being rejected by him would be an awful experience, even if he would not make a huge deal out of it - which knowing Q, is impossible. Let's be honest, he probably knew all this time and just waits for you to admit it, so he could taunt you about such foolishness.

Still, you'll need to get it off your chest eventually...

...especially since lately, it feels like your sanity is slipping away.

At first you thought it's just the effect of carrying this secret for so long already - but by now you're convinced Q had something to do with this.

It was hard to function before, but this was starting to get ridiculous. Q was not only occupying every waking thought of yours, but even at night you wouldnt be spared his presence in vivid dreams of things you are too ashamed to say aloud.

The memory of his touch is haunting you to the point where nothing feels right anymore, and not just in an emotional or even physical sense, no. It feels like he had literally imprinted on your very spirit, if something like that really exists.

Even right now, your clothes, the surface you touch, your entire body feel so awfully wrong without him, it makes you want to claw at your own skin just to feel something other than this.

It's been too much for too long and you have no idea how to endure this state for another second.

"...Q" you hope to summon him, voice low and steady even though you are screaming his name internally.

And indeed, speak of the devil and he shall emerge.

There he is, materializing in a flash of light right at the doorstep of your quarters - an unusually respectful distance for his standards, as you once joked he could as well appear in your lap if he continues being so close.

Much to your surprise he lacks his usual uniform, instead wearing those awful garments he was once handed back when he was rendered powerless. He wouldn't look at you, facing the ground with his shoulders slouched and hands nervously fidgeting behind his back.

And for once he has nothing to say.

No gloating, no snarky remark or a patronizing lecture, not even an insult wrapped in a fancy metaphor or some self-satisfied praise to his name.

Just silence - and that was somehow even worse.

"I'm sorry-" you began, feeling horrible because he looks just as awful as you feel. But he cuts you off instantaneously. "You have no reason to be."

"Yes I do!" you insist, approaching him but stopping in your tracks when his expression seems nearly terrified when you do. "Look, I was just exhausted and irritable and- I mean you're an ass and you know that, but it was wrong of me to be so harsh."

Q looked genuinely pained by your choice of words, though you can't tell whether it's because your behavior back then did affect him after all, or that he simply thinks not to deserve it.

"It is me that should be sorry" he assures you, his tone as soft as always and yet there's an edge to it you can't quite decipher. "But-"

"Usually an apology shouldn't include any 'buts'." You laugh. He doesn't. "Sorry is a whole, functioning sentence. Let's just forget about-"

"No" Q speaks firmly, lifting a hand as if to request your full attention. "Let me try to explain."

Still unable to meet your eyes, Q restlessly paces around the room, picking up random items from your shelfs to busy himself with instead. "You know, while being human - a horrifying ordeal I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy - I've experienced many sensations a Q normally would never be able to."

You roll your eyes at his backhanded comment about the wortlessness of your species, crossing your arms defiantly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, the time I spent as one of you may have been short, but it...changed me. Those...feelings" he grimaces with disgust at his own admission, "they seem to be ingrained with me now. Back when I was human, fear was my prominent state of being. It overshadowed anything else. But now...other emotions are re-emerging, and I haven't been able to find a way of riding myself of this burden."

That caught you off guard. You had noticed something had shifted about Q, but you assumed it was just newfound compassion for your kind after having spent time walking in their shoes.

"That must be so confusing..." you mumble, and he flinches at the sympathy dripping from every syllable. "Can I help you somehow?"

"You not only can, you have to!" He now pointed his index finger right at your face as he adds "...you're the one responsible for this mess, after all."

It's already hard enough to resist the invisible pull you are feeling towards this alien in human disguise, but now he starts speaking in riddles that are dangerously tempting to give you hope.

Little did you know Q was struggling just the same, if not more.

Seeing you, nonentity that you are compared to him, and still being unable to shake off the epiphany that you are the most divine creature he's ever had the fortune to perceive.

"The thought of you is compromising my abilities..." Q takes ahold of your shoulders, eyes glistening with sheer exasperation. "In every essence I study I recognize part of you, every thought inevitably returns to you. I can't escape you, no matter what time or space I flee...you are everywhere."

His touch, gaze and words are searing, melting away both your defenses in a way that makes you face each other completely unguarded.

"It's agony when we're apart, but even worse when I'm with you..." He tenatively moves closer, and when you don't object, he bridges the gap between you until just the fabric of your clothes separates the two of you. "...because it's still not enough. Never will be."

For a moment you stay there frozen in his arms, scanning his whole face for just the hint of a lie, a ruse, or a hidden agenda - but all you can find is an emotion so pure, you can't name or describe it except for the fact it's intensity frightens you.

Maybe that's the consequence of a Q feeling something they're not supposed to.

"Say something...please..." Q's eyes flicker between your eyes and mouth, a hand cupping your cheek as he lets his thumb run across your bottom lip. "Does it amuse you to see one of the mightiest beings in the universe groveling for your affection? Should I beg on my knees? Do you want me to humble myself and say that I need you, because I need you!"

That last sentence echoes through your quarters even after your mouth covers his with the utmost tenderness, feeling his surprised gasp vibrate against your skull. The sound quickly dissolves into needy whines, swallowed by your throat, then a content humming as your lips started to move in unison.

"Q..." you let out his name in a shaky exhale, practically having to tear yourself away from this sheer inconceivable experience. "...if this is some kind of game, I swear-"

"I've never been more sincere in billions of years" he answers promptly, his hands anchoring to your body to pull you even closer. "No antics, no curiosity to still. Just...this."

Q's grip on you loosens slightly while observing your reaction, as if to assure you whatever you decide will be fine. You're in control and respected no matter what.

And that despite being a cosmic entity of such godlike calibre, he's the one utterly devoted to you.

"Are you sure?" There is too much going on behind his eyes as he asks you this, like being a 'new, changed' Q means even he isn't able to tell how this could end. "I might ruin you for everyone else's touch."

Honestly? That sounds more like a promise than a threat.

You lead Q's hand to your cheek once again, gifting him one of your affectionate smiles that never fail to disarm him. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

Q doesn't need to be told twice, his lips already hungrily devouring yours in a way more vigorous kiss than before. His touch feels like it's defying physics with how real it is despite being merely an illusion of a discorporate alien, and you can't help but wish to experience just a glimpse of his true form.

At least emotionally, your wish is his command - for during this moment, Q forsakes any defensive charade he tends to hide behind, leaving only his authentic, unfiltered self.

"Why aren't you just-" You feel his index finger on his lips as he hushes you, his other hand deliberately slipping your nightgown down over your shoulder. "I'm not using my powers because I want to take my time enjoying this."

The sensation of his touch across your bare skin leaves goosebumps in their wake, and a victorious smile tugs on his lips as he eagerly takes in your body's signals. "Look at you, so receptive..." he practically purrs into your ear, making you almost feel ashamed for your visceral reactions.

"I've barely done anything and yet here you are: heartrate spiking, pheromones surging through your veins..." He pauses, fingers trailing across the line of your underwear. "...wetness forming between your legs..."

Of course he can't shut up even during this.

"Di-id anyone ever tell you you're horrible at dirty talk?" you sass back with last strenght, shuddering in anticipation when he eventually pulls your underwear aside.

"Oh, I'll make up for it in other ways" he smirks deviously as he parts your lips torturously slow, making you whine in frustration.

"I know what you've been doing in this bed..." he rasps, timidly adding "Hard not to look when you're omniscient."

In that case he's excused. Barely.

"...touching yourself, my name dropping from your lips in those sweet moans..." he continues, taking his sweet time exploring your pliant cunt. "Let me hear it again."

"Q, fuck, please..." You feel so impossibly hot, like you'll combust if he doesn't guide you towards relief.

Finally he snakes an arm around your waist, effortlessly keeping you in place as you fuck yourself on his fingers until your legs give in completely. But it's not nearly enough to satisfy whatever desire Q had inadvertently planted inside of you and is now starting to strike roots.

You need more.

It feels like you're floating towards your bed and might as well be, but your limbs feel like jello and every nerve ending is stunned with ecstasy that may drive any mortal to insanity if not handled careful.

But you trust Q - it's the only coherent thought you are still able to have right now.

Who knows what else awaits if you just let go completely.

"If only you could see yourself through my perception..." Infinite kisses cover every inch of your body as he climbs on top of you, each movement as skillfull as it is calculated and yet his gaze is dripping with nothing but sheer adoration. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

His brow is furrowed in deep concentration, exercising most necessary restraint - because a being of his power getting carried away might lead to a dire outcome.

"Certain?" he asks once again and you nod enthusiastically, desperate even, but he shakes his head disapprovingly while giving you that damned smug grin. "No, I need to hear it."

"Q, for fuck's sake..." You buck your hips against his in meek frustration, wrapping your arms around his neck so your bodies are flush against another. "I want this. I want you!"

Finally Q would grant you relief, positioning himself inside of you so effortlessly, it really felt like he molded his physical form just with your pleasure in mind.

In a way, you were literally made for each other - at least in this moment.

The sensation of Q ravishing you was pure blasphemy, tempting you to forsake everything you thought to believe in until this point. It's so much more than just the physical act - it's a revelation for the both of you.

He is surprisingly gentle in his methods, keeping a rather passionate pace all while amplifying your every sense with his abilities. You feel as if he projects a healthy dose of his own mind into yours, uniting you in every conceivable way.

You've never seen him like this, so raw and devoted and vulnerable. He wants to hide from this truth, to bury his face in your neck so you wouldn't be able to wittness himself fall apart in front of you - yet at the same time he cannot avert his eyes from you.

Not when you look at him like that.

"Say it" he rasps as if it honestly affects him, "I need to hear you say it."

In a brief state of clarity in between this pure, unfiltered euphoria you catch his lips for another, more meaningful kiss. You tenderly stroke the space between his shoulder blades, showing no hesitation whatsoever as you solemny declare "I love you, Q."

Then, in a surge of ardor, you topple him over and he gladly obeys, hands anchoring to your body as you reverse the roles while essentially keeping it the same.

Q stares up at you in pure awe, mouth slightly agape as he observes you indulge in this proximity just as much as - or even more than - the bliss he offers.

There is no miracle, no sense of wonder to a Q. He stood wittness during the very beginning of the universe, observed entire solar systems collapse. None of it ever moved him...

...but your confession? It pieced the fragments of the old Q - the one before discovering his own humanity - back together into a whole new assembly.

"You're magnificent" he actually moans, and you'd lie to say seeing him in such debauched state didn't stir a deep satisfaction inside of you. "I couldn't create someone more perfect even if I tried."

It feels as if your body is moving on it's own at this point, chasing something a human normally shouldn't be able to experience. Your orgasm ripples through you like an extracorporeal perception, intense and relentless and far longer than should be possible.

Whatever a Q may be able to gain from this act, he does not seem any less affected, clinging to your body like he practically wants you both to coalesce.

The two of you stay like time itself stopped, entangled with one another and no intention to let go. Only reluctantly your lips and bodies part, with Q draping a blanket over you as soon as you found a more comfortable position.

"I stand corrected" he sounds almost unfazed while you on the other hand are still barely able to collect yourself. "Humans may have some redeeming qualities after all."

Groaning at his bold choice of first words, you throw a pillow directly onto his face. "You sound like a bully even when you're trying to be nice."

"Oh please." Q gives you an almost radiant smile as he snaps with his fingers, having you cleaned and replenished instantly. "I'm on my best behavior, I swear. But...this is all new for me too, you know."

You quirk a suspecting brow at the self-proclaimed seducer of all intelligent lifeforms, appearance and gender irrelevant. "I highly doubt it."

"Well, that bothersome lingering sentimentality at least." He throws his hands dramatically in the air, just to drape one arm over you again, planting a chaste kiss into your hair. "But if it appeases you: You were my first human. Not even Picard got the offer before."

"What an honor" you playfully roll your eyes yet snuggle up to him either way. And after a while without him disappearing - or worse, unveiling some hidden agenda behind this after all - he is the first to cut through the admittedly comfortable silence. "What are you brooding about? Regret already?"

You blinked up at the man. It was eery unlike for him to be so...insecure. "Can't you just read my mind? I kind of thought you knew this whole time already."

"I never took the liberty" he shrugged, "Too easy."

"Oh, so now you respect other people's privacy?" you cackle, kissing the crease on his forehead to make it disappear. "Well, if you must know, I think what you feel is love..." It was quite obvious, is it not? "Earlier, when we...I don't know how exactly, but you at least partially conveyed your emotions to me, right?"

Q rolls to the side to look at you, absentmindedly letting his knuckles brush against your forearm. He honestly hoped that this obsession with you was nothing more than a brief fascination, the remnant of a biological need to procreate that would fade into oblivion as soon as the deed was done - but he was proven horribly wrong.

If anything, it only deepened his insateable yearning for you - and that fact was indeed a frightening admission to make.

"Let's figure this out together" you offer with profound serenity, fingers intertwining with his as sign of reassurance. And sure enough, without needing time to contemplate, Q leads your hand to his lips, lingering there for as long as you'd allow him to.