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Posted: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 12:07:13 GMT  
In: alt.startrek.creative 
From: "Heather Smyth" picard5@bigpond.com 
 

Title: A Gentle Touch
Author: Heather Smyth
Series: TNG
Part: 8/8
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.

                  Jean-Luc was back aboard at 1815 and went straight to his
cabin. He showered, shaved then lay on his bed in his briefs, the gentle
blue glow of the portable regen light bathing his ankle. It was the only
area of his body that still required treatment, so Beverly had relented and
allowed him to have the portable unit in his quarters. By the time the
therapy was complete and he'd dressed, it was 1920. He looked at himself in
the mirror, picked off a microscopic piece of lint from his dark blue
trousers and replicated a sheaf of roses. He was standing outside Beverly's
door at precisely 1930 hours.
The door whispered open and he momentarily forgot to breathe.
She was stunning. The sapphire blue dress had to have been painted on. The
material was soft and flexible, shimmering even as she breathed. Low cut and
floor length, it accentuated the length of her neck, the colour perfectly
matching her eyes. As she turned from him and sashayed across the room, he
noticed two things; it was cut dangerously low at the back and she was
barefoot.
He realised his mouth was gaping only after she brought it to his attention.
It was then he realised she'd asked him a question.
"Umm, what?"
"I said would you like some wine? I happen to know a vintner's brother who
has a private stock aboard."
"Do you indeed? Anyone I know?"
Beverly chuckled, the sound sending thrill through Jean-Luc's body.
"I also have some of the '47. Care to indulge?"
*Oh I'd like to indulge all right *
Out loud he laughed.
Beverly led him to the table and poured the drinks. Raising her glass she
proposed a toast.
"To intrepid Captains. May they always return home safe."
"And to their Doctors who always make it so."
They clinked glasses and sipped the rich red wine.
"So, what's for dinner?"
Gracefully leaning forward, Beverly uncovered the dish at the centre of the
table.
"Good old fashioned roast lamb with all the trimmings, followed by lemon
sorbet."
He grinned, his mouth watering.
"Perfect!"
They ate slowly engaging in desultory conversation, savouring their meal.
Afterwards they made their way to the sofa, hot drinks in their hands.
"So tell me, how was the board meeting?"
"Reasonably interesting. They had recovered the artefacts I'd retrieved;
fortunately our 'friends' deemed them uninteresting. Generally, they were
pleased with my finds."
"But."
"Truth? I lost interest. With all that's happened I just want to get away
from this planet. If I never go back to that site, it'll be too soon."
Beverly chuckled and placed her drink on the low table. Jean-Luc took the
opportunity to do the same thing and moved closer to her. He slid his arm
around her shoulders and cupped her chin with his other hand.
"Jean-Luc?"
"As I said this morning, we have unfinished business."
He moved closer still and captured her lips in a lingering kiss. When she
didn't retreat, he deepened the kiss and pulled her gently closer.
He felt her hand press softly against his chest and he tapered off the kiss.
"Jean-Luc we need to."
"Talk. I know, but for now, just don't say no."
His intense hazel eyes bored into hers and she could clearly see his desire,
his need, and his love. She capitulated and met him in a deeply passionate
kiss. His tongue gently invaded her mouth, tasting, exploring.claiming her
as his. She was surprised when he suddenly broke the kiss and left her. She
looked up to see him standing over her, his arm outstretched, his arousal
evident.
His deep voice was rough with pent up passion.
"Not here Beverly. I want to love you properly.let me take you to your bed."
She rose from the couch on unsteady legs. He could see her desire; her
nipples were erect, her pupils dilated, her eyes smouldering. He led her
into her bedroom, calling for the lights to dim. He halted her at the foot
of the bed and kissed her again, imparting all his love, all his need.
As he kissed her, he undid the fastenings of her dress and pushed it from
her shoulders, gathering the fabric in his hands and peeling it down her
curvaceous body. With her silken skin exposed, he left her mouth and kissed
his way down her neck and onto her shoulders, blazing the skin wherever he
touched, making her moan.
Her hands weren't idle. She undid the buttons of his silk shirt and pulled
it from his pants, her fingers finding the closure of his trousers and
undoing it. He stilled immediately when she snaked her hand over the bulging
briefs and caressed him.
"Beverly."
He hoarsely whispered.
To distract her, his large hands cupped her breasts, kneading and moulding
them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace material of her
bra. Her hands left him and quickly undid her bra; he smiled at her audacity
and slipped the garment down her arms and onto the floor. Now his hands had
her firm breasts, her skin burning to the touch. His lowered his head and
swirled his tongue around the areola, deliberately missing the hardened
nipple. Beverly groaned and took his head in her hands, holding him to her.
His hand went to the neglected breast and tweaked the nub, before gently
squeezing the mound. As he tweaked her again, his tongue found the nipple,
lavishing the sensitive peak again and again before suckling hard. She
moaned again and he swapped breasts, suckling the other nipple as his hand
drifted down her belly, making just the barest contact with her skin. He
pushed the dress to the floor and softly stroked her through her panties at
the same time sucking on her nipple. She arched to him and shifted her legs
apart, giving him more room. Emboldened by her move, he slid her underwear
down her willowy legs and ran his fingers lightly up the inside of her
thigh. She responded by lifting his head and kissing him deeply as both of
her hands crept into his pants, one to cup him, the other to feel his
length. She gripped him and squeezed gently, he groaned into her mouth. She
left him then and pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders. Next she knelt
at his feet and removed his shoes and socks, then she reached up and gently
lowered his pants, freeing them from his feet. She slid her hands up his
legs and around to his buttocks where she gripped him as she rubbed her face
over his erection. Through the material of his briefs, she placed her open
mouth over the head of his penis and released a hot breath. He reached down
and drew her to her feet, kissing her again. As he kissed her, he gently
guided her backwards until she felt the bed behind her knees, She sat
slowly, still kissing and took the opportunity to caress him again. He broke
the kiss and stood before her. Naked and heady with desire, she watched as
he slowly lowered his briefs letting his considerable erection spring free.
He leaned forward and bracing one hand on the bed, gently bade her to lay
back. He kissed her again then left her mouth and laid small kisses all over
her face, down her neck and shoulders, to linger at her breasts. He suckled
each nipple in turn then left her breasts and kissed his way down her
stomach to the thatch of coppery curls at her groin.
He knelt between her legs and trailed his fingers along her thighs, teasing
her legs further apart. She obliged, trembling with desire. Gently he lifted
each leg and draped them over his shoulders and when he leaned in and kissed
her intimately, she gasped and arched her back. His tongue gently explored
her, seeking out the folds and recesses, learning her shapes. As his tongue
lazily explored, his fingers gently infiltrated. First one thick digit, then
another slid into her wet depths, gently thrusting. She moaned and reached
for him and he took her hand in his free hand, holding it still. She lay
back down and he continued his exquisite torture. His tongue lapped at her,
swiping up and down the length of her and when he settled on her engorged
clitoris, she couldn't contain a shout of joy.
Now, as his fingers languidly thrust in and out, his tongue matched the
rhythm, swirling and rubbing, first feathery touches, then bold strokes.
He turned his hand palm up and curled his fingers inside her in a 'come here
' gesture. She cried out, sat up part way and gripped his head, pulling him
ever closer to her core.
Her lubricant flooded his hand as his tongue made its coup-de-grace. Boldly
swirling over her clitoris, he sucked it into his mouth and gently bit it.
She shrieked his name as her lissom body flexed and shuddered. She held her
pose, jerking and shivering before collapsing onto the bed, panting and
groaning.
When next she became aware, she was up the bed, her head on the pillows and
in Jean-Luc's arms.
"Welcome back."
She smiled dreamily and snuggled into his chest, loving how he smelled.
"Thank you."
He softly kissed her hair and whispered,
"It was my pleasure."
She lay quietly for a time, then began to idly draw patterns through the
softly curling hair of his torso. Aware of his erection, she kept her touch
light and undefined, pleased when he sighed and rolled onto his back.
Propped up on one elbow, she took the time to study him and was delighted
with what she saw. A man in his prime. Lean, well muscled, well endowed and
thoroughly beautiful, she was going to enjoy this in more ways than one. She
allowed her hand to trail down, dallying around his navel, then slothfully
snaking down over his hip and onto his thigh, ignoring the throbbing penis,
which occasionally twitched in anticipation. Up the inside of his thigh and
softly over the underside of his scrotum, she was thrilled when he moaned
and gently thrust his hips. She sat up and moved between his legs, never
breaking contact with his skin. Now she could use both hands. Starting at
his knees and using just her fingertips, she traced patterns over his
thighs, over his sac and around the base of his erection and on up to his
belly, which quivered when, she touched it. She leaned over him and kissed
him, making sure her pubic hair brushed his penis. His hands went to her
hips and attempted to pull her down, but she sat up and kissed the head of
his erection instead. He gasped and whispered,
"Mon Dieu.yes."
She licked up the length of him and took the pearl bead with the point of
her tongue. He was large, but she felt if she relaxed, she could almost take
him all. She opened her mouth and descended on him, swirling her tongue as
she went. He gripped the sheets and thrust upwards, moaning her name. She
let him slide almost all the way out then descended again, one hand gently
massaging his testicles, the other holding the base of his penis. Four more
times she slid up and down when he called to her.
"Beverly."
She let him slip from her mouth and moved up his body to lie along his
length. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply and, as he did, he
rolled them both over.
She thrilled at feeling his weight upon her, She could feel his every
straining muscle, and every springy hair; her entire body had become
erogenous. She opened her legs and wound her calves over his hips.
"Now Jean-Luc."
He slid into her easily, they both gasped at the sensation. He stilled
momentarily to let her accommodate him, then started to thrust slowly.
She gripped his shoulders and met his thrusts, mindless with pleasure. He
lowered his face and kissed her passionately, increasing the tempo below.
She returned the kiss savagely, entreating him to go faster.harder. He
obliged, making the strokes longer and deeper. She writhed under him and bit
his lip.
"Oh God.more Jean-Luc.more!"
He reached down and hooked his arm behind her knee and lifted it up,
deepening his penetration. He plunged into her, his blood on fire. She felt
her climax approaching and spurred him on, clawing at his back and moaning
mindlessly.
As the ecstasy washed over her, she called his name and clung to him. He
felt her internal muscles contract rhythmically and thrust hard four times.
He sensed his onrushing orgasm and stilled, grinding himself into her as he
suddenly pumped his semen deep inside her, lost in physical and emotional
bliss.




       Later they lay intertwined, still joined. Beverly was tracing the
outline of his face as he watched her lovingly. She sighed and kissed him
softly.
"That was wonderful Jean-Luc, damn but you're good."
He smiled and had the good grace to look embarrassed.
"Thank you, you weren't bad yourself."
She giggled and kissed him again.
"We still haven't had that talk."
He frowned and muttered,
"That's not my idea of an ideal post coital chat."
"Never the less."
Sighing, he kissed her nose.
"Very well, out with it."
"Well for starters, how is this going to work? It won't be easy you know."
He grinned lopsidedly and said,
"In my fantasies you moved in with me and we just sort of lived happily ever
after."
"Jean-Luc."
He sighed and grew serious.
"I know, I know. I suggest, at least for the interim, that we be as discreet
as possible. We give each other all the space we need and take it on a
day-by-day basis. On thing though Beverly.I love you.unreservedly and I'm
willing to do whatever's necessary to make this work. I've waited too long
for this.for us.to muck it up with petty misunderstandings."
Beverly felt the tears well but did nothing about them, letting them spill
over her eyes.
"And I love you, Jean-Luc Picard. We'll make this work.I'm damn sure of it!"
He kissed her deeply and she contracted her internal muscles making him
harden immediately. The rest of the night was spent making love and, in the
morning, their new lives began.



--
Stephen Ratliff
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