Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Sun, 04 Jan 2004 14:07:37 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: "Heather Smyth" picard5@bigpond.com Title: A Gentle Touch Author: Heather Smyth Series: TNG Part: 7/? Rating: R Code: P/C Disclaimer: Paramount owns all Startrek and I derive no financial gain from this story...just a little fun. Summary: See part one. He was in Sickbay three more days before Beverly finally gave in to his nagging. "Alright! You can be released to your quarters." He was out of bed like a shot, but Beverly stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. "Before you go come and see me in my office." He changed into casual clothes and collected the few belongings that had been brought to him. Then he joined Beverly in her sanctuary. She sat back in her chair and cast a critical eye over him. "Ok there are a few things we need to talk about. First.you must make sure you eat well. You've lost over five kilos and you can't afford it. Second.No duty for the next week at least." "Beverly." "I mean it Jean-Luc, it's my rules or not at all!" "Very well." "And third.Jean-Luc I need to know if your systems are functioning normally." "My systems? What do you mean?" Beverly reddened slightly and took a large breath. "Specifically, your testicles. I need to know if you can ejaculate without pain and that there's no blood present in the semen." "Oh." "I'm sorry to embarrass you like this, but I've no way of testing." He held up his hand, his own face growing red. "I understand. When do you have to know?" "As soon as possible. If there're any problems we can continue with the regen treatments. Here's a container and a tricorder already calibrated to do the scan for blood. Collect the sample, scan it and report to me." He nodded and rose, turning to the door. He stopped however and looked over his shoulder. "See you at breakfast?" "You bet." He returned to his cabin and spent the day reading and playing his flute. He put Beverly's task out of his mind and enjoyed reacquainting himself with his possessions. When the door chimed at 1930 hours he was not surprised. "Come." The door opened to reveal Beverly, standing with her legs crossed, her hands behind her back. "May I come in?" "Of course." She entered and joined him on the sofa. "So how's your day been? Have you eaten?" "My day had been quiet and yes, I have eaten well, thank you." "What did you have?" "Beverly." "Ok enough with the food. I don't want you up too late, your body needs rest after what you've been through." "Yes Doctor." She laughed and got to her feet. "Well I'll see you at breakfast." He stood too and she turned to leave, but at the last moment, she turned back and kissed him gently on the lips. "Sleep well Jean-Luc." His lips tingled where she had kissed them. It was a very thoughtful Captain that retired for the night. It was morning and his dreams were filled with her image. Erotic in nature he woke aroused and panting. Pushing down his sleep shorts, he ran the flat of his palm over his erection and let his mind provide the pictures. She lay before him naked and beckoning, pleading with him to make love to her. This scenario was nothing new to Jean-Luc. For all the years he 'd loved Beverly, he'd fantasised about this very thing. He tended his need the only way he could. Blindly reaching to his bedside table, he grasped the container he'd left there, opened the lid and placed it beside him on the bed. He then relaxed and let his mind wander, his hand beginning a slow pumping of his straining penis. He entered her and began to thrust, her hips arching to meet him. Her breasts were pressed between them; he could feel her nipples piercing his chest. He gripped his penis harder and quickened his pace. She was moaning and writhing, beseeching him to bring her to orgasm. One hand went to grip the base of his erection; the other further increased the tempo. He was close. Panting raggedly he felt his climax approach. He rolled onto his side and grabbed the container just as his release overtook him. As the first jet of semen left him, searing pain lanced through his testicles making him cry out. With each subsequent emission, a deep throb of agony gripped him. He was devastated when it was over. He lay panting, tears in his eyes as his body recovered. When he was able, he scanned the sample and was not surprised to see there was blood present. After the pain diminished, he rose and showered, shaved, dressed and then changed his bed. He disposed of the sample and had the table set by the time Beverly arrived. "Good morning Jean-Luc. Did you sleep well?" "I did indeed. Please sit, the croissants are ready." They ate in companionable silence and, as they were sipping their coffee, he gave Beverly the tricorder. She perused the results and cast a sympathetic eye over her companion. "Was there any pain?" "Yes." "Was it bad.moderate or just a twinge?" "It was quite bad actually." Beverly frowned, again consulting the tricorder. "Ok. I want you to come to Sickbay twice daily for the next three days for regen treatments." "Then what?" "Then we repeat the test." "Oh." "I'm sorry Jean-Luc, but I." "It's alright Beverly, I understand. Could we talk about something else now?" She smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "What are you going to do today?" "Well I'm sure I've got plenty of work to catch up on." Beverly sighed with exasperation and closed her eyes. "Jean-Luc." He frowned and broke their connection. "Oh come on Doctor! Surely you're not going to stop me working in my quarters? You know I don't take kindly to being idle. I may be off duty but that doesn't mean I can't work." She stared at him thinking, and then came to a decision. "Ok you can work here in your cabin, but no more than three hours at a time. I want proper breaks for meals and rest." "But Beverly." "Take it or leave it." He snorted and attempted to scowl at her but couldn't quite manage it. "As you wish." "And I'll see you in Sickbay in half an hour." This time he did scowl. He gave a curt nod as she rose from her chair. "See you then." Later that morning, Will came by with a visitor. "Captain this is Provost Marat. He's come to take your statement." Will left the two men and returned to the Bridge. For the next hour and a half, Jean-Luc recounted what had happened to him. The Provost was sympathetic. "Quite a tale Captain Picard. You're lucky to have survived." "Indeed. If it wasn't for the timely arrival of my ship's CMO I may well have perished. Tell me, does it matter that I didn't see who shot me?" "Not at all. With the invaluable aid of your crew, we've been able to tie the assailants to their weapons and those weapons to the assault. They were also in possession of several items belonging to you and they have prior convictions for poaching. They will be incarcerated for some time." " Provost why were they using such outmoded weaponry? Surely there are more efficient ways of taking game?" Marat smiled and shook his head. "There are sensors throughout the preserve that pick up the discharge of any energy device. Because of budget restraints, we cannot yet detect the firing of projectile arms." Jean-Luc nodded, drawing in a large breath and expelling it forcibly. "What is expected of us at the trial?" "It's a fairly simple case. Jux Brunn has entered a guilty plea, the stickler is Ert Gran. He's a nasty piece of work. You will be required to read out your statements and answer questions put by a panel of magistrates." "Is it adversarial? Will we be cross-examined?" "No not at all, the evidence is overwhelming. It will be straightforward." Feeling relieved, Jean-Luc bid his visitor farewell and returned to his work. The regen treatments completed, Jean-Luc repeated the test and experienced only a very mild discomfort and no blood. Beverly was pleased and ordered only two more days of treatments. On the morning of the trial, the two friends were eating breakfast together. "I've spoken to Provost Marat. He says it's an open and shut case." Beverly spread some jam on a steaming croissant. "I know. Thank goodness Geordie and Data were able to pin the cordite residue to the poachers." "Beverly I know I've already thanked you for what you did for me, but I want you to know how grateful I am. You went above and beyond the call of duty.you saved my life.again.and I wanted to say." "Jean-Luc don't, it's not necessary. You would've done the same for me." He stood, stepped up next to her and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. When she was standing he took her in his arms and gently hugged her, enjoying the closeness and her delightful softness. He pulled back reluctantly and was surprised when she kissed him gently on the lips. Before she could pull away, he kissed her back and when she didn't resist, he deepened the kiss and poured his heart into the connection. She melted into his embrace and opened her lips. His tongue entered her mouth gently, his heart expanding in his chest. The kiss was becoming more passionate when the door chime sounded. He tapered off the kiss and stared longingly into her eyes, whispering, "We have unfinished business." Turning to the door, he intoned, "Come." Once again the Captain. The courtroom was a modern building in the centre of a large city. The reeve that had been sent to escort them was an interesting man who indulged in amateur archaeology. It wasn't long before he and Jean-Luc were deep in discussion. "So you think there was outside influence?" The reeve nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! There's no way our ancestors could have erected those buildings. Did you see the size of those stones? They had help.outside help, definitely." Jean-Luc smiled, remembering similar conclusions on other worlds, his own included. Just as he was about to voice his opinion, the reeve was paged. Beverly and Jean-Luc were offered seats outside the courtroom and settled down to await their summons. "He should've been with you." Jean-Luc looked up at his companion and frowned. "What?" "The reeve, he should've gone on the dig with you." "Hmm." "Jean-Luc? Are you alright?" He sighed and ran his hands over his uniform pants. "I just want this over and done with." Beverly took his hand in hers and looked deeply into his dark hazel eyes. "It will be, soon. Be patient my love." With his free hand, he gently stroked her face. "I like that." "Like what?" "Being called 'my love'". Beverly smiled and leaned her head against his hand. The moment was broken by the return of the reeve. They entered the courtroom and took seats next to each other behind a table at the front of the room. The accused sat in the dock, directly opposite them. The five magistrates sat behind the dock, at a long table. Jean-Luc was called first and, as he'd already been advised, all he had to do was read the statement he'd given the police. When he'd finished one of the magistrates prevented him from regaining his seat. "Captain Picard, why were you camping within the reserve? It's not usually allowed." "I had been invited to make a preliminary investigation of a new site by the Southern Rakkan Archaeological Society. I have worked on other digs with the convenor.Doctor Pirum." The magistrate seemed to ponder this a moment, then said, "I see. Is it usual for Starship Captains to go on archaeological digs?" Jean-Luc smiled gently and shrugged his shoulders. "The interests of Captains are many and varied. We indulge those interests in our own time Sir. It just happens that archaeology is an interest of mine." "Yes.an interest that very nearly got you killed." Jean-Luc straightened and frowned. "With all due respect Sir, it was not archaeology that did that, but rather two mercenary men more interested in profit than my well being." The two men, one Rakkan the other Human, stared at each other. Eventually the magistrate smiled. "Agreed Captain, my apologies." Jean-Luc sat and Beverly was called to give her statement then the magistrates, having already heard all other evidence, retired to consider their verdict. Beverly leaned over and caught the attention of the reeve. "Will it take long?" The reeve smiled and shook his head. "It shouldn't. The evidence was very conclusive." Beverly sat back in her seat and felt Jean-Luc's eyes on her. She turned to him and was surprised when he took her hand under the table. His smile was both gentle and intimate.her heart missed several beats. She lowered her gaze as a blush crept over her face. In all it took the magistrates forty minutes to return. All stood as they filed in, regaining their seats after the officials. Another reeve stood and commanded, "The prisoners will stand!" Ert and Jux stood and faced the courtroom, Ert looking straight at Jean-Luc. "Ert Gran and Jux Brunn it is the finding of this court that you are guilty of all charges. Have you anything to say?" Ert shook his massive head, but Jux cleared his throat and nodded. "Very well, proceed." "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I did. Captain Picard we didn' t know what you were when we shot you.we couldn't even see you clearly.I just want you to know that if I could've." He looked fearfully at Ert, ".I would have helped you. And Doctor Crusher, I'm sorry for the way you were treated too. There was nothing I could do." There were several moments of silence until the senior magistrate spoke. "The court hears you Jux Brunn. Because of the varying degrees of culpability, Jux Brunn is hereby sentenced to five years in a penal colony, with the probability of early release for exemplary behaviour. Ert Gran, you are considered to be the instigator in this matter and the court notes that you have shown no remorse. You are hereby sentenced to ten years hard labour at a penal colony. There will be no early release. That is the judgement of this court!" "All stand!" A half an hour later, Jean-Luc and Beverly found themselves at a sidewalk café. Their reeve had suggested it and they had to agree, the setting was beautiful Shady trees and a slowly moving river made it a lovely spot to relax and have a drink. Beverly ordered a native tea and Jean-Luc tried a local brew called Amistor. It was hot and very sweet, but oddly refreshing in the afternoon heat. Jean-Luc placed the cup on its holder and sighed. Looking over at his best friend he said softly, "Beverly I'm sorry about the fight. You were right, I didn't consider your feelings and I should've talked it over with you first. It was insensitive of me to expect you to drop everything and go with me." "Oh Jean-Luc, you're not the only one who's sorry. I overreacted and made a mountain out of a molehill. I shouldn't have let you go without clearing it up between us AND I should've come to see you off, it was petty of me not to." He smiled and held out his hand, which she took gladly. "Pax then?" Beverly nodded, grinning broadly. "Pax." Jean-Luc sat back and considered his next proposal. "I have an archaeological board meeting this afternoon. Want to come?" "No, but I tell you what. You come to my quarters at 1930 hours and I'll treat you to dinner." He smiled and cocked his head. "You're on. I'll tell Will not to disturb us unless there's a Borg incursion in this sector." They spent the following two hours exploring the city before Beverly returned to the Enterprise. -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ Yahoo! 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