Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 10:32:35 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: "Heather Smyth" Title: Vengeance From The Past Author: Heather Smyth Series: TNG Part: 9/? 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. The next morning Jean-Luc sat on his bed, stiffly rotating his injured shoulder. Beverly came upon him and frowned. "It won't get better any quicker you know." He cast her a look and used his free hand to push at the sore muscles. Beverly came over and gently slapped his hands away. "Stop it. You know it will be sore and stiff for a while, leave it alone." "Beverly." She put her hands on her hips and gave him a long look. "What?" "Can I leave now?" "I suppose you want to get back to the talks?" He nodded, careful to keep the conversation going in his favour. "You know I don't approve?" He nodded again. "But.?" Beverly sighed, her shoulders dropping. "All right, you can go, but for God's sake eat something will you? And see Will before you leave." He met with Will in Beverly's office and bade him to walk with him to his cabin. As they slowly walked, Will informed him that Rumm was in custody and the remaining delegates were waiting for him in the observation lounge. Will returned to the Bridge and in fifteen minutes, Jean-Luc was shaved, in a fresh uniform and on his way back to the talks. The absence of Rumm helped and, for the first time in five days, the talks moved forward. Jean-Luc returned to his quarters pale and exhausted but with a weary smile on his face. Beverly ushered him in and helped him to sit on the sofa. "Tell me." "Progress at last. With luck, we might be able to finalise everything tomorrow." "Well done my love. Would you like some dinner?" He nodded and closed his eyes, too tired to engage in small talk. While he rested, Beverly replicated a light meal, then went and got her tricorder. She scanned him and frowned at the results. "You're in pain. What on earth have you been doing to your legs?" He sighed and offered a rueful smile. "Pacing. I find I think better when I'm moving." "All day?" "Uh huh. It keeps the delegates on their toes too. They can't pin me down if I'm on the move constantly and nobody gets an advantage." "Well this should help." He felt the analgesic spread through his body, easing not only the pain in his legs and feet, but also the residual discomforts of his most recent injuries. "Thank you." "Hmm. Come on have something to eat, you need to get to bed." "Aye Sir." The talks concluded the next day and the happy delegates transported down to their planet to implement the new protocols, bringing harmony to their people for the first time in many months. Jean-Luc was ensconced in his Ready Room for several hours making his final report and recommendations to Starfleet and when he emerged and took his seat on the Bridge, his First Officer frowned. "Sir, you look tired. Why don't you take some time off? You've earned it." The glacial look that garnered silenced Will and he was not surprised when Beverly's call came through from Sickbay. "Crusher to Picard." "Picard here." "Captain could you come down here?" "Why?" "I'd like to run some scans." "I'm fine Doctor." "Yes but." "It's not necessary Doctor. Picard out." Will was studiously studying his boots when, minutes later, Beverly appeared on the Bridge. "Captain can I see you in the Ready Room please?" Jean-Luc gave her a hard look, but rose from his chair, picked up his crutches and led her into his sanctuary. He rounded on her immediately. "What is it Doctor? Why did you feel it necessary to come up to the Bridge and request this private consultation?" Beverly closed her eyes and clenched her fists. He was never a good patient at the best of times, but when he was tired, in pain and run down, he was difficult, to say the least. "Jean-Luc you're tired. This last week has been very stressful and you need a break. I would like you to take some time off." He shook his head. "Out of the question! We have." "It's not a request Jean-Luc." "What! Are you ordering me from the Bridge?" "Yes. I want you to go to your quarters, eat a decent meal and get some rest." "For how long?" "A week at least.more if you resist." He glowered at her. "Very well." Passing her, he re-entered the Bridge and spoke gruffly to his First Officer. "Commander, you have the Bridge until further notice." "Aye Sir." He then left for his quarters, Beverly in his wake. When they arrived he ignored her and went to sit at his desk. "Oh no you don't! I want you to rest Captain and that means no work. None!" He placed his hands palm down on the desk and took a large breath. "Doctor.Beverly.surely you don't expect me to just sit around twiddling my thumbs all day? What possible harm could I do catching up on ship's business?" "No work Jean-Luc.that's what your First Officer is for. Leave it to Will and take some time off. Read, listen to music, play your flute, I don't care.just no work and you can start by getting out of that uniform." He glared at her then rose, collected his crutches and walked to his bedroom without using them. "Hey! How long have you been doing that?" Relieved with the change of subject, Jean-Luc managed a small triumphant smile. "You know that pacing I told you about?" He laid the crutches on the bed and walked slowly around the room. "Voila." "I'll be damned. When were you going to tell me?" "Actually I was going to show you tonight." "What about the pain?" He sighed and sat on the bed. "For the most part it's tolerable but it can be uncomfortable at the end of the day." "I'll bet. Well, you can add walks in the arboretum to your list of things to do." "Hmm." She came and sat beside him, stroking his thigh. "Hey.it's not that bad, come on." He surprised her by lying back on the bed and pulling her with him. They lay together looking up at the ceiling. "Will you come and check on me?" Beverly chuckled and caught his hand. "Just try and stop me." "Often?" "Uh huh." "All right then.I'll 'rest'." "And eat.mustn't forget that." He sighed exasperatedly. "You never give up, do you?" "Nope." "Very well, I promise to eat. There.satisfied?" Beverly sat up and placed her hand on his chest. Looking down at him, she smiled then gently leaned down and kissed him softly, her hair brushing the sides of his face. His hands came up and cradled her face as he returned the kiss, deepening it. She broke the increasingly passionate kiss and stared at him panting slightly. "You sexy rogue.I distinctly said rest. Not fool about in the middle of the afternoon." "And why not? You want to examine me don't you?" She laughed outright and slapped his chest. "Tonight.if you behave. Now I have to get back to Sickbay. Will you be ok?" He nodded and took on a bored look. "I suppose I can find something to occupy me, God knows what though." Beverly patted him on the leg. "I'm sure you'll manage. I'll see you later." She rose and left his quarters. He stayed lying on the bed contemplating his options. Over the next three days he did indeed find things to keep his mind agile. Beverly kept her promise and dropped in frequently and his walking improved as they travelled throughout the ship. On the fourth day she came by with a suggestion. "I want to extend your therapy." "Extend it? How?" "Swimming." "Swimming? How will that help my legs?" "I want you to do some laps using a kickboard only. Get maximum use out of you legs without undue strain." "I see, and when did you envisage this taking place?" "Now actually." "Oh. I take it we can do this.in private?" "Uh huh. I've set aside two hours in the gym for just the two of us. Now go and get changed." The two of them, dressed in sweat suits made their slow way to the gym. They paused outside the doors and Beverly gently grasped Jean-Luc's arm. "Now this is not going to be hard.maybe a little tiring, but not painful. Ok?" He nodded and managed a small smile. They entered together and walked slowly to the pool edge. "Are you sure we won't be disturbed?" "Yes Jean-Luc, your dignity will be unassailed." He snorted as Beverly retrieved a chair and put it poolside. She then helped him to undress until he was standing in his speedos, looking doubtfully at the water. "Here, sit down and I'll take the braces off." Laying the crutches on the tiles, she removed the braces from his legs and paused, running her fingers softly over the fading scars. She was startled when he reached down and took her hands in his. Looking up, she was treated to his gentle gaze, his love for her clearly evident. She smiled and stood, quickly doffing her clothes, noting with satisfaction his appraisal of her curvaceous body. Clad in a deep red one piece, she was alluring and sensuous.and she knew it. She had chosen this particular costume with great care, wishing to distract her patient from the awkwardness he would feel at being at the pool. "Come on, I'll help you to sit on the edge." Once he was comfortably seated, his legs dangling in the warm water, Beverly hopped in and came to stand in front of him. She grasped his hips and helped him to wriggle to the edge then, in one fluid motion, he slipped into the water. "That's it, just relax and let you legs go loose, I'll hold you up." She crouched down and held his arms then slowly walked backwards, pulling him into deeper water. When they were chest deep, she stopped and asked him to stand. He frowned, but planted his feet and gained his balance. A smile slowly crept across his face. "How does it feel?" "Good.very good." "Any pain?" "A little, in my shins, especially my right leg and both feet." "Ok, relax your legs and let the water hold you up." "No I want to keep standing.it's been so long." "I know Jean-Luc but." He looked at her, his intense gaze pleading. "Please Beverly.just a little longer?" She sighed and gave in. "All right. I'm going over there to get a kick board. You stay here and stand." She quickly swam to the poolside and retrieved the kick board. When she returned he was disappointed. "Back so soon? Couldn't you have dawdled?" His reply was a splash of water over his shoulder. "That's enough out of you. Here, take this and hold out in front of you with straight arms. I want you to make it to the end of the pool by just kicking your legs." Jean-Luc held the board out and Beverly helped him to lift his legs to the surface. He slowly began to kick as she swam beside him, offering encouragement. He reached the pool end and grasped the gutter with one hand. "Now what?" "Now you go the whole length back to the shallow end." He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, rested a moment, then pushed off from the tiles. Beverly was immensely pleased with him. He tackled the exercise sensibly, pacing himself and not complaining. At the end six laps she called a halt and moved him back into the chest deep area. "That was excellent Jean-Luc. Have a rest and we'll try some different kicks." He nodded, getting his breath back as he relaxed in the water. He spread his arms wide and moved closer to Beverly, surreptitiously watching her breasts as they floated in front of him. "That's a very lovely suit Beverly, have you had it long?" "No. I was looking through the replicator files this afternoon and I spotted it. I'm glad you like It." He moved closer, letting his arms gradually encircle her. "I especially like the way it conforms to your shape.it's very.sexy." He was only inches away now and Beverly was transfixed by his dark hazel eyes. "Jean-Luc." "Shh." His arms embraced her and he brought his body up against hers. His kiss was hot and insistent, his tongue demanding entrance. She opened to him and wound her arms around his chest. He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer, one hand dropping to her buttocks to press her against his growing erection. She gasped at the contact feeling his heat even in the water. He broke the kiss and angled his head to attack the soft skin of her neck. Finding the sensitive area below her ear, he tongued and sucked the region, before nipping his way down her neck to her shoulder. She lolled her head back and gave him access to the length of her throat. He growled his pleasure and kissed the expanse of skin hungrily, repeatedly tonguing the suprasternal notch. Beverly's arousal was instant. The moment he'd touched her, the heat had begun and now she was teetering on the edge, mad with desire and yearning for more. She listened, as if in a dream, as he ordered the computer to lock the gym doors. When his fingers caressed her shoulders and slipped the straps of her costume from her, she closed her eyes and gasped. His every touch was drawing fire on her skin, making her want more. He slowly slid the suit from her, briefly ducking under the surface to slide it down her legs. As it floated free, he slipped an arm around her waist and cupped her breast with the other hand, lifting it free of the water. Kissing her again, he tweaked the nipple and felt her shudder at the sensation. He rolled the stiff peak between finger and thumb then kneaded the breast. Breaking the kiss, his mouth descended onto the nipple and she moaned with need as his tongue swirled over it. As his mouth continued to pleasure her, his hand drifted down the plain of her stomach and dallied in the floating curls at the juncture of her legs. She let her legs float apart and he gently ran his fingers over her length, parting her folds and teasing her. She gripped his broad shoulders and gasped loudly as he slowly pushed a thick finger into her silken heat. He slothfully thrust with the digit and surprised her when he inserted a second finger within her. His thumb circled her clitoris making her thrust onto his hand and he smiled as he watched her, entranced by her blatant sexuality. Still suckling her breast and pushing his fingers in and out of her, he judged his moment and waited, waited until he began to feel her tightening on his hand, then applied his thumb to her swollen clitoris. She cried out and jerked within his grasp, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He pushed his fingers up inside her and brought his thumb down firmly on her bud and as her climax washed over her, he gently bit her nipple. His name was torn from her lips as she clung to him, her hips undulating on his stilling hand. She panted and groaned her head buried in the crook of his neck. As she recovered, his hand left her and went to his own costume. He undid the drawstring and eased the lightweight material over his straining erection and down his thighs. He then used both hands to lift Beverly's legs and drape them around his hips, bringing the tip of his throbbing penis into contact with her pulsing heat. Even in the water he could feel her slick juices and he closed his eyes as he slid himself through her folds. Beverly gasped at the feeling and lifted her head to gently bite his earlobe, before whispering huskily. "Yes.oh yes.now." Needing no further invitation, he slid into her and pulled her close, crushing her body against his. He kissed her fiercely, his hands going to her buttocks to mould the globes as he began to pump in and out of her. He was lost in her. Every touch, every gasp increased his passion. His mind reeled as his body took over, all coherent thought lost in the mindless drive to reach that instant when they would be one being, one exalted entity. He stepped up the pace, bracing his legs and thrusting his hips. He felt his orgasm approaching and called to his lover. In reply, she clenched him internally and kissed him, robbing him of breath. He broke the kiss as the release surged through him; his head flung back, mouth wide open and completely swept away by the force of his climax. He dimly heard Beverly call to him and registered the fact that she'd experienced another orgasm. He brought his head up and held her to him as their souls touched briefly, then receded to leave them to recover. Some minutes later, Beverly raised her head and kissed Jean-Luc softly. "We'd better get you off those legs." He opened his eyes and nodded. He lifted her and they both gasped as he slipped out of her. He smiled ruefully and whispered, "Thank you Beverly." She chuckled and lazily swam a few strokes to retrieve her bathers. When she returned to him, she spent a few moments putting the garment on as he made himself comfortable in his costume. She came closer to him and rested her forehead on his. "It's taken your therapy to a whole new level." His deep chuckle thrilled her. "I'd wager you'd have quite a few customers if they knew." She laughed softly and kissed the tip of his nose. "Yes well, I think this will be part of your private therapy, don't you?" "I concur completely my dear, dear Doctor." She smiled and cupped his chin. "Do you feel up to a few more laps or do you want to call it a day?" "Oh I think I can handle a couple more laps.if you swim beside me." She kissed him again and cocked her head to one side. "Ok, but side stroke this time. I might be easier for you and your muscles will appreciate the different movements." He nodded his agreement and rolled onto his left side, pushing the board out in front. When he completed the lap he rolled to the opposite side to exercise the legs evenly. He ended up doing four laps until Beverly called a halt. "Ok enough Jean-Luc. We can come back tomorrow." He waggled his eyebrows and said suggestively, "Oh good, I really like this water therapy!" Beverly snickered and slapped at his chest. "You're insatiable." "And don't you just love it?" She sighed as they moved to the pool edge. "As a matter of fact I do!" -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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