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Title: The Goddess FaQtor
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG 
New 4/4
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash, Q
Summary: During her adventures with Q, Vash tried to stay out of
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occurs in the Reasons of the Heart timeline.
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The Goddess FaQtor

"You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she"  
--One Night in Bangkok 

Continued from part 3

      'Oh yeah, bring it on, soldier, ' Vash thought, watching Jean-Luc
purposely stalk up the stairs toward her.  With every step he took,
the intensity between them built.  Her entire body flared into a
highly charged state of anticipation, instinctively responding to the
pure masculine virility of his commanding presence.  The sensation
spread across her breasts, the peaks hardening and pushing against her
gown.  She brazenly took the offensive using her sultriest voice,
"ever make love to a goddess, Captain?"

      Picard steeled himself as he walked up onto the third level.  The
sight of her as such an enchantress was wreaking havoc with his senses
and her challenges always affected him like a potent aphrodisiac.  He
took a step past her, reaching out to draw back the blue drapery
behind the throne.  The luxurious fabric had the sheen of a charmeuse
satin with a soft thick pile like rich velvet.  The open drapery
revealed an opulent sleeping chamber with a large, round,
sumptuously-cushioned dais in the center of the room to serve as a
bed.  The dais was covered in collection of voluminous pillows and
bedding made of the same extravagant material as the drapery.  He
turned to eye his wife expectantly.

      "A goddess doesn't lounge on stone floors," Vash proclaimed while
regally seating herself on her sparkling crystal throne.  Jean-Luc
moved to stand directly in front of her.  Leaning forward and bracing
his hands against the throne on either side of her shoulders, he
lowered his face until his lips were just a hairsbreadth from hers. 
With every breath, the clean, masculine scent of his aftershave
tantalized her.  She gazed up into his handsome features; his
penetrating, steel-grey eyes and the determination etched in the
strong square line of his jaw sending a wave of arousal washing over
her.  With nothing more than his stare, he had her entire body
thrumming with need.

      Her nearness only served to fuel to the burning passions that had
been threatening to engulf him all evening.  In a rich, bedroom
baritone, he inquired, "so is this your secret wish, to have every man
offering himself to worship at your feet?"

      "Not every man," she purred her gaze focusing on the firm set of his
mouth.  She reached up with one hand and sensuously brushed a
fingertip over his bottom lip. "Just you."

      "You already have my love and devotion," he vowed in a deep
resonating whisper.  The intensity of his emotions somewhat unnerving,
he fought to keep a tight rein on his escalating desires.  "What more
does a goddess require?"

      Her fingertip traced lazy circles around his rank pips before
deliberately trailing down the gold piping on the front of his white
jacket.  She answered with a lascivious decree. "Insatiable passion
and unbridled lust."

      Picard's stomach muscles tensed as her fingertip coyly slid down his
jacket to stop at the waistband of his trousers.  His voice took on a
decidedly wolfish tone, "Your wish is my command."

      "Service me," she commanded brashly.

      Picard captured her mouth with his in a fiercely possessive kiss. 
Giving full vent to his lust, he thrust his tongue inside to plunder
and pillage the moist cavern.  She met his intensity, forcing her
tongue past his in her own erotic exploration of his mouth.  Burying
his hands in her dark hair, he entangled his fingers in the silky
tresses and slowly sank to his knees.  "Je suis a toi, ma deesse," he
rasped hoarsely in her mouth.  Heated blood surged through his veins,
his need for her rising to an almost excruciating level.  He slid his
mouth from hers, moving to tenderly nibble on the soft skin of her
neck, her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath his lips.  He flicked his
tongue against her pulse point, coaxing her to roll her head back so
that he could lay a heated trail of kisses down the exposed curve of
her throat.  His hands moved of their own volition to unfasten the
clasps running down the front of her gown.   He slipped his hands
inside the glittering gown and cupped her breasts, drawing deliberate
circles around the hardened nipples with his thumbs.  Savoring the
sweet taste of her skin, his mouth made its way down the silken
expanse of her skin toward the full curves in his hands.  He traced
the swell of her breasts with his tongue before placing an open mouth
kiss at the center of her cleavage.  His lips imprisoned the nipple of
one of her breasts and he leisurely swirled his tongue over the taut
peak.  He nipped lightly at the hardened crest then began suckling
strongly.

      "Oh yes," Vash hissed inhaling sharply, her hands traveling across
his scalp until her fingers tangled themselves in the fringe of grey
hair at the nape of his neck.   The heat from his tongue along with
the pull of his mouth and the occasional scrape of his teeth had her
pulsing uncontrollably and dripping wet with unsatisfied need; her
entire body felt as if it were made of liquid flames.

      Savoring her impassioned reactions, he ravenously feasted on first
one breast and then the other.  His mouth left her breasts to slowly
journey down the smooth skin of her flat stomach to erotically explore
her navel with his tongue.  Gently nudging her legs apart, he moved to
place an open mouth kiss behind her knee before slowly trailing hot,
moist kisses up the creamy sensitive skin of her inner thigh.  He
heard her whimper in frustration when he repeated the procedure with
the other thigh.  He finally lowered his mouth to suckle her very
core, his tongue flicking and caressing her.  His arms slipped around
her, his hands finding the roundness of her derriere.  He cupped the
supple flesh in his hands and pulled her against his mouth, his tongue
thrusting inside to penetrate and fill her throbbing wetness.   He
felt her body shudder around him and she threw her head back, crying
out her release.  Her fingers tightly clutched his arms through the
sleeves of his dress uniform as his tongue redoubled its assault on
her senses.  Her frantic movements at the sweet torment silently
telling him she was once again on the threshold.  Intoxicated by her
scent and taste, he rode out the second, powerful release that gripped
her.  He kissed his way back up her taut, sweat-dampened body feeling
her muscles contract under his questing mouth.

      'Damn, he's good at that,' was Vash's first rational thought while
collapsed back against the throne trying to catch her breath.  With
her eyes closed, she just relaxed for a long moment.  First, she
wanted to make sure her legs would hold her when she stood up. 
Second, there was no rush.  This was a creation of Q's and time had no
meaning here, truly stolen moments.  Opening her eyes to see Jean-Luc
watching her intently, she pondered the idea that she was getting a
little too much enjoyment out of  having 'Captain Heroic' on his knees
at her feet, literally.  'Nah, it's good for him,' she decided
standing up.  Clasping both of his hands in hers, she silently coaxed
him to his feet and led him toward the bed.  She stopped at the foot
of the bed releasing her hold on Jean-Luc's hands.   Her attention was
drawn to the fasteners of his jacket.  She let her fingers trail
deliberately down the jacket, every clasp receiving her intimate
attention as she unfastened each one in turn.

      Picard stared down at Vash, completely transfixed by the sensual
sight of her slender, feminine fingers deftly working the fastens of
his jacket.  With her head bent forward slightly, her dark hair fell
softly to brush his shoulders.  Her sparkling gown hung open revealing
the full length of her nude frame. His heated gaze traveled down past
the full curves of her breasts with their creamy skin tipped by rosy
peaks to her slim waist, the feminine curve of her hips, and those
long shapely legs.

      Opening the jacket as she went, Vash's hands slipped inside and
traveled up to push it off  his broad shoulders peeling it away to
drop on the floor.  Undoing the fasteners of his shirt, she pulled it
down his arms to join his jacket.  She slid her hands down the
tapering lines of his body to the waistband of his trousers reveling
in the ragged sound his breath made as he inhaled shakily.  Her
fingers tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it free of his waistband.  Her
hands skimmed over the sculpted muscles of his chest as she pushed the
thin cloth out of her way until Jean-Luc finally pulled it off over
his head.  There was a sense of timelessness in the air, the feeling
that nothing else existed.  With Jean-Luc stripped to the waist,
Vash's eyes drank in the well-defined muscles of his chest, shoulders
and arms.  She stroked and caressed his skin, just marveling at the
tightly leashed strength contained in his lean, muscular body.  Her
hands journeyed down the masculine slope of his shoulders to linger on
the bulging biceps of his upper arms.  Slowly she circled him, the
play of the strong muscles beneath her fingertips inflaming her
senses.  Her hands traveled over the firm planes of his back following
the strong curve of his spine down to the small of his back and then
up to his shoulders.  Still breathless, her voice came out husky and
passion-laced, "You are the most amazing man, the epitome of masculine
virility."

      The tone of Vash's voice along with the feel of her small hands
roaming over him was driving Picard to insatiable need.  Throbbing
painfully, his body was screaming for her, frustrated at the
leisurely, tormenting pace that she had set.

      Vash came around to stand in front of him again, their earlier
interlude not nearly enough to satisfy her. Vash ran her hands over
his strong thighs to find and caress the evidence of his desire for
her.  Even through the fabric of his trousers, his body's arousal
throbbed under her touch.  She deftly opened his trousers, wrapping
her hand around the firm length she savored his sharp gasp.  God, he
was so hot and hard, pulsating in her hands.  She took up a familiar
rhythm, savoring the contrast in textures of rock-solid hardness
covered by soft, velvety skin.  A heated rush of arousal surged
through her entire body.  Releasing him and stepping back toward the
bed she taunted seductively, "My command is your desire."

      Picard quickly stripped off his boots and trousers.  Vash turned to
face the bed with her back to him and gracefully rolling her
shoulders, she slid her gown off in one fluid movement.  Displaying
the swift agility of a jungle cat, he took a step forward reaching out
to catch the gown before it hit the floor tossing it over to the bed. 
 His eyes hungrily raked over every inch of her  following the
graceful curve of her spine to her slender waist over the roundness of
her backside and down her long legs.  Standing right behind her, his
arms encircled her waist.  He heard her moan softly as his hands
skimmed up the smooth plane of her stomach to the full curves of her
breasts. The sight of her breasts with their lush roundness and ivory
skin tipped with deep rosy peaks cupped in his hands sent a surge of
desire coursing over him.  He trailed the fingers of one hand down her
taut midriff to comb through the small, dark curls below her belly
button and then lower still. Finally reaching his destination, his
fingers moved against her, into her, her arousal bathing his
fingertips as he inflamed the moist heat already aching for him. His
fingers continued to caress and fill her, erotically searching for her
body's rhythm until her hips started to move against his hand.  Her
supple curves writhed back against his own hardness, shooting pulses
of pure fire through his body.  Nudging aside the curtain of brunette
hair, he lowered his mouth to nibble on the soft skin of her neck just
behind her ear.  The way her body tightly clenched against his fingers
with each caress told him she was on the threshold.  From deep in his
throat he growled, "you're close again, petite amie.  The goddess
demanded insatiable passion and unbridled lust.  So that is precisely
what she will get."

      The timbre of his bedroom baritone reverberated against the tender
skin of her neck.  The sensation sent shivers racing along her spine.
Her body arched like a drawn bow as his talented fingers created a
throbbing need almost painful in its intensity.  She was lost in the
pleasure consuming her body, his fingers filling her, nimbly stoking
and inflaming the explosive forces mounting inside her.  The evidence
of his arousal rocked against her backside with each writhing motion
of her body, frustrating in its nearness.  With the skill of a
maestro, he was taking her nearer and nearer to insanity.  Closing her
eyes, she bit her lower lip as the burning needs his questing hand was
building threatened to overwhelm her.  His powerful arms held her, his
fingers pausing in their actions which drew a whimper from her throat.
 The whimper became a startled gasp when he bent her forward to lean
against the bed and drove himself deep into her body.  She braced her
hands against the soft bedding, his fingers once again tormenting her
but now his body was filling her relentlessly, every nerve ending in
her body focused on the spiral of pleasure that was consuming her. 
Even when she bucked back against him, her body spasming ceaselessly
in the throes of yet more pleasure, he didn't stop.  She was
struggling for air yet she heard herself begging, "more, oh God,
more."

      He shifted to brace himself against the edge of the dais and urged
her head down onto the bed in order to drive himself even deeper into
the heated depths of her body.  She was trembling beneath his hands,
every muscle in her body rippling with the pleasure that he was giving
her.  Her breathless gasps pierced the silence of the temple and he
knew that her fair skin would be flushed with her exertions, her blue
eyes sparkling to luminescence from her orgasms.  He wanted to see
that, he wanted to look into her eyes and watch her surrender to
mindless bliss at his hands.  Pulling out, he drew her onto the bed,
turning her onto her back and settling between her sweat-dampened
thighs.  Her hands were frantically caressing him, trying to pull him
back inside of her and he captured them, drawing them over their heads
and holding them in one of his larger hands.  He didn't need to urge
her thighs apart so he slowly lowered himself back into her body. 
Remarkably, she jerked against him, a tremor of release triggered by
the gradual re-joining of their bodies.  He began an
erotically-charged tempo of methodically withdrawing almost completely
out of her body and then thrusting hard and fast to completely bury
himself.  The slow-fast pace was causing Vash to orgasm repeatedly,
each one following so fast on the heels of another that it became one
long, continuous release.  His entire body was straining from the
effort of the demanding and challenging pace; as his own pleasure
tautened and grew, he struggled to maintain the tempo.  Releasing her
hands, he pushed against the bedding, finally yielding to his desire
and driving his body into hers as fast as he could.  Her hands rested
lightly on his shoulders, her sexual exhaustion even more of a
stimulant to his own arousal.  Reluctant for the quest for pleasure to
end, he groaned loudly in a combination of disappointment and
satisfaction as a powerful orgasm drained him.

      Her body still quivering, she shifted comfortably beneath the weight
of her exhausted husband.  Still gasping for breath, she chuckled,
"damn, that was so good the entire Continuum probably needs a
cigarette."

      Picard's only response was to roll off to lay beside her, sighing
loudly.

      Vash situated them both snuggly under the covers and reclined back
against the pillows.  "Speaking of the devil, have you decided what
you're going to do about the situation on my planet."

      "First of all, stop referring to it as your planet," he murmured with
an amused grin.  "Second, I'm chalking it up to Starfleet General
Order 153."

      "Which is Starfleetese for . . ."

      "Act of Q."

      The all-too-familiar flash lit the room.  Q stood at the foot of the
bed and gushed, "I'm flattered, mon capitaine."

      "Hello, Q."  Vash sat up holding the blanket over herself, unruffled
by the entity's sudden appearance.

      With another flash, Q disappeared only to reappear lounging across
the bed with his head cradled in Vash's lap.  Gazing up at her, he
inquired, "this little contest of yours, did you win?"

      "More times than I can count," she noted with smug satisfaction.

      "Get off of her, Q!" Picard ground out between clenched teeth quickly
losing patience with entity's presumptuous behavior toward Vash.

      "I'm sure he didn't mean that the way it sounded," Q told Vash making
a slightly dismissive gesture toward Picard with his hand.

      "Like hell I didn't," the starship captain's low snarl was cold and
dangerous.  "Now Q!"

      "Very well, this jealous streak isn't like you, Jean-Luc.  You've
always been ridiculously overprotective of her, with the most
entertaining panic attacks concerning her safety, but never jealous."
Q leisurely got up to stand next to the bed.  Turning to Vash, he
added, "I can see why you left that one detail out of your report."

      "What detail?" she sounded baffled.

      "The Verathan crown prince who begged you on his knees to be his
consort," Q reminded her gleefully.

      "Oh that; I said no," Vash rolled her eyes in pained exasperation at
the memory.  Answering Jean-Luc's questioning expression, she
explained, "it's not like it sounds."

      "When the two of you are involved it never is," Picard grumbled
before turning his attention back to Q, "and I'm not jealous."

      After casting a quick meaningful glance at her husband, Vash
addressed Q, "I'm sure Jean-Luc appreciates this pleasant surprise as
much as I do.  The extra time to spend alone with one another was a
very generous gift."

      Although he hated owing this omnipotent, pain-in-the-ass anything,
Picard cherished every moment spent with Vash and was forced to
acceding her point.  "She's right Q, thank you."

      "You're welcome, Jean-Luc," the entity replied with only a hint of
his usual sarcasm.

      "I love the feel of this.  My only regret is not bringing any of this
marvelous material back with me." Vash toyed with the soft, shimmery
material of the blanket.  Noticing the silent reprimand in Jean-Luc's
eyes, she added, "What?  It's my temple."

      Q watched the couple's exchange with a grin. "I'd better send you
back before Johnny decides not to allow us to play together anymore."

      With another blinding flash, Picard found Vash and himself alone,
back in their quarters with everything just as it had been before. 
Turning to his desk, he checked the computer interface.  "According to
the computer we never left the ship and my conversation with Geordi
ended just one minute ago."

      "The power of the Q," she replied adjusting the robe of her blue
velvet peignoir.

      Picard returned his attention to Vash, her appearance of utter sexual
contentment the only outwardly visible sign of what just transpired.  
She was always so beautiful after lovemaking, with a rosy flush that
swept up her ivory skin highlighting her delicate features and her
lush lips swollen from his kisses.  Giving her a small smile, he
lamented in a charmingly wry tone, "a Verathan crown prince begged you
on his knees to be his consort?"

      Vash slowly sauntered across the room stopping to stand right in
front of him.  She stared up into his grey eyes.  "Well to be fair, he
had a pretty tough act to follow."

      "Yes, I'm sure Q . . ."

      Placing a finger to his lips to silence him, she cooed softly,
"actually, I was referring to the dashing and devastatingly handsome
captain of a Federation starship I met on Risa."

      Surprised by her remark, Picard was having difficulty finding a
suitable response.  Moving her hand up to rest on the collar of his
uniform, her mouth met his in an impassioned kiss.  Vash slid the hand
on his collar over his shoulder and splayed the other hand across the
back of his head pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss.  He
instinctively wrapped his arms around her svelte frame, holding her
tightly to him.  The subtle, provocative scent of her perfume along
with the feel of the soft velvet of her peignoir beneath his
fingertips stirred his senses.  For a brief moment, he entertained the
notion of sweeping her into the bedroom for another round of
lovemaking.  He sternly banished the thought, reminding himself that
he had work to do and she needed her sleep.

      Breaking the kiss, she tenderly brushed her fingertips down along his
strong jawline. "Je t' aime, Jean-Luc."

      "Je t' aime," he echoed, taking Vash's hand in his and raising it to
his lips to place a kiss on the back of her hand.

      "Don't be too long."  With that last wifely command, she turned and
walked into their bedroom.

      A long while later, Picard closed down the last file he had been
working on.  He stood up retrieving his jacket from the back of the
chair and made his way to the bedroom.  He stopped to stand in the
doorway.  Vash was sound asleep on his side of the bed with Q standing
over her.  Looking down at her, the entity readjusted the covers
around her shoulders and tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from
her face revealing her lovely features, so innocent--almost angelic--
in sleep.

      "It seems I'm not the only one Vash holds sway over," the captain
observed quietly.

      "Touché, mon capitaine, touché," Q whispered walking over to stand
next to Picard.  "I find her endearing and I admit I miss experiencing
the wonder of seeing the universe through her eyes.  We had fun."

      "So she said."  Picard crossed his arms and regards his sleeping
wife.  Vash shifted in her sleep and murmured his name.  He glanced at
the entity.  Did he really see or just imagine the flick of emotion
that darkened Q's expression for a moment.  He replayed the evening's
events in his head.  The missing piece fell into the puzzle and things
made sense.  "This was all for her.  You did it for her."

      "Take good care of her, Picard.  She is, as you humans say, a pearl
of great price.  Au revior," Q raised his hand and paused adding, "oh,
and in the morning, make sure she sees the bolt of Verathan material."
 With a brilliant flash, he was gone.

      Seeing the bolt of material leaning against the bedroom chair, Picard
sighed, "au revior, Q."

***FINIS***

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Stephen Ratliff
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