Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 13:31:48 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: "Heather Smyth" Title: Alone Inside Author: Heather Smyth Series: TNG Part: 1/? Rating: R Code: P/C Disclaimer: Paramount owns all Startrek and I derive no financial gain from this story...just a little fun. Summary: Picard is injured and requires help from both Crusher and Troi, but Alone Inside. "Don't forget to pack your swimsuit.you know the green one.the one I like." Beverly Crusher, CMO of the Starship Enterprise stuck her head around his bedroom door, a sly grin on her face. "I told you Jean-Luc, we're not going on a jaunt.it's a medical symposium. You know.boring lectures, even more boring food." "All I'm saying is the Emerald Sea at Tyrenna is breathtaking at sunset. The water is warm and the sand soft and golden. You'd be mad if you didn't try to schedule some time to swim. Anyway, they can't keep you at lectures all the time. You and Deanna must get some personal time, you're there for two weeks after all." She laughed softly and came fully into the living area. Sidling up to him, she wound her arms around his chest and gently kissed him. He sighed, his eyes drifting shut. His arms encircled her as his tongue tenderly requested admission into her mouth. She opened to him willingly and he deepened the kiss, pulling her more tightly to his body, his hands sliding down to cup her buttocks. She moaned into his mouth as he ground their hips together, feeling the growing arousal. Panting, she broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his. In an unsteady voice she said, "We can't.not now. I've got to finish packing and Deanna's waiting for me.there's not enough time." In response, Jean-Luc kissed her again and slowly walked her backwards into the bedroom. Without breaking the kiss, he undid her blouse and slipped his hands inside, caressing her breasts. Again she broke the kiss and gasped, "Jean-Luc." His hands swiftly unfastened her skirt and soon it and her underwear were lying at her feet. He pushed her bra up and tongued her stiff nipples. She couldn't resist him. Her hands undid his shirt and opened it so she could touch the flexing muscles of his chest. As she did this, he quickly undid his trousers and pushed them, and his briefs down and out of the way. Easing her back onto the bed, he shoved the clothes and case aside and covered her with his body. With his hands caressing her breasts and kissing her passionately, he entered her with one fluid stroke. Beverly cried out and arched up to him, her hands sliding under his shirt to rake his back. He thrust into her hard and fast and she met every action with one of her own. Her legs came up his sides and over his hips as she clung to him. He broke the kiss and braced himself on his arms, watching her intently as he pistoned into her. Her hands gripped his muscled arms as she writhed beneath him. "Oh God yes! More.harder.please Jean-Luc harder!" He closed his eyes, bowed his head and gave up his formidable control as his lean muscular body flexed in his efforts to please her. He pumped in and out of her furiously and she felt the onrush of her climax. Her upper body rose, her head straining back on her neck as the ecstasy exploded through her body. His name was torn from her throat and she sobbed as subsequent orgasms ripped through her. The sounds of her passion were his undoing. His release was shattering, his body shivering with sensation as he buried himself deeply inside her and pumped his essence into her. They both remained stiff with the aftershocks before slowly relaxing and catching their breath. Jean-Luc lowered himself on shaking arms and kissed Beverly tenderly. They were quiet for a time, each feeling the love of the other and savouring it, holding it deep in their hearts, hoping it would sustain them during the upcoming separation. It was Beverly who spoke first. "Thank you my love." Jean-Luc raised his head and kissed her softly, his fingers gently rubbing through her hair. "It is I who should thank you my lovely." Beverly giggled and touched her nose to his. "Where did that come from anyway? Didn't you get enough this morning?" Rolling onto his side and pulling her with him, he grinned sheepishly and gave a gentle shrug. "When you kissed me I had a sudden urge to make love to you. You're very alluring you know." "Well it was sudden, I'll give you that." She looked down their bodies and laughed happily. "You've still got your pants on.and your socks and shoes. My, you were in a hurry." "Well you said Deanna was waiting and." "Oh God.Deanna! Jean-Luc get up. I have to shower now and finish packing." He was still lying on the bed as Beverly made a dash for the bathroom. Over her shoulder she called, "You clean up the mess while I shower." He climbed to his feet, restored his clothing to its proper place and had tidied the bedroom by the time Beverly re-emerged. She dressed quickly and he watched in amused silence as she threw articles into her carry case. After a quick trip back to the bathroom to apply her makeup, she rejoined her lover in the bedroom and cast her eyes about, trying to think if she'd remembered everything. She nodded to herself and closed the case with a satisfied sigh. "Well that's about it Jean-Luc.I think I'm ready. How do I look?" Jean-Luc smiled and took her in his arms. "You look utterly delectable. You always do." Beverly chuckled then grew serious. "Now Jean-Luc.you will eat properly?" "Yes Beverly." "And get enough sleep?" "Yes Beverly." "And no working at your desk 'til God knows what time?" "Yes Beverly." "And no sleeping in the Ready Room?" "Yes Beverly." "Stop saying 'yes Beverly'!" "Yes Beverly." She playfully slapped his chest as a rare full grin graced his handsome features. She sighed and rested her head on his chest. "I'll miss you." He pulled her closer to him and murmured, "And I you, my beloved. I will be counting the days until you return to me." Beverly looked up into his dark hazel eyes and kissed him one last time. When they parted, he picked up her case and together they left his quarters. Will Riker; second in command of the Starship was waiting with Counsellor Deanna Troi in Shuttle Bay three when the Captain and his CMO entered. They walked together, but without touching. As was his habit, Jean-Luc refrained from showing open affection for Beverly whilst on duty. As the others chatted, the Captain placed Beverly's case in the runabout, checked the instruments, then joined his officers. Will lifted his bearded chin and grinned down at the two women. " Now I hope you ladies stay out of trouble, you're representing the flagship remember." Deanna giggled delightedly. "If I recall those stories about some of your shore leaves, we have some traditions to uphold." "Ah yes, but they were shore leaves, not medical symposiums." Jean-Luc joined the conversation. "Will's right. You will be required to be on your best behaviour for the entire two weeks I'm afraid and if I receive even so much as one detrimental report.well let's just say I won't be very happy." Beverly's eyes gleamed evilly. "Well we can't have that now can we?" Nudging her friend she said sotto voce, "We'll just have to be very careful!" The four friends laughed and Will hugged Deanna. Observing that they were occupied, Jean-Luc gave Beverly's hand a quick squeeze and a surreptitious wink, earning him a beaming smile. The men stood back as the women boarded the runabout, then walked to the control module as the doors opened. They watched in silence as the runabout powered up, rose from the floor and exited the ship. Will sighed and turned to his Captain. "Well Sir they're on their way. God help Targus III. Jean-Luc grinned and clasped his friend's shoulder. "I just hope they leave the planet in one piece Number One." "It will take them what.three days to reach Targus?" "Yes, but I've managed to organize a rendezvous with them at Starbase two sierra tango on their return. It will save us two days travel and the crew can have some shore leave on the station." Will smiled and nodded. "Thank you Sir. I'm sure the crew will appreciate it." The two men left for the Bridge. Deanna consulted the monitors once again and, satisfied with what she saw, left the cockpit to join Beverly in the main body of the runabout. "Want some lunch?" Beverly uncrossed her long legs and put aside the PADD she'd been reading. "We've only been travelling for two hours Deanna. Didn't you have anything before we left?" "I was too excited.and Will was being, well, solicitous.you know how he gets." "Hmm." "What about you?" "What about me?" "You know.was the Captain.did he.oh come on Beverly you know what I mean." Beverly laughed and went to the replicator. "What do you want to eat?" "What? Oh, just a chicken salad. It's no good hiding Beverly; I can sense your happiness.and his, although he's doing his damnedest to shut me out. Come on, tell me!" Beverly was silent while she retrieved two salads and drinks. She placed the meals on the table, sat and picked up her serviette before Deanna spoke again. "Beverly.!" She looked up and smiled wistfully. "We made love. Twice this morning and again about twenty minutes before we made it to the Shuttle Bay." Deanna's eyes opened wide, her fork stopped en route to her mouth. "Wow! What's he like?" "Deanna!" "Oh come on Beverly, details.I want details!" Grinning saucily, Beverly ate a few bites, then pointed with her knife. "I can tell you he'd put most men half his age to shame. He's gentle, considerate, energetic and has the stamina of a twenty year old." Deanna smirked and sighed. "So you're satisfied then?" "Satisfied? Gods, I'm worn out! I don't know how he does it.I'm just happy he does." The two friends shared a giggle and Deanna thought the subject was closed. Beverly, however, wasn't finished. "And his hands.and mouth.oh God Dee, the first time I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." "Really?" "Uh huh. Underneath that cool exterior lies the heart of a true lover.a man dedicated to giving his partner nothing but the purest pleasure." Deanna nodded and smiled. "To those that don't know him, you'd think he was cold, almost devoid of emotion. It took me years to realise the depths of his passions. You're one lucky woman." "I know. When we began this new relationship I didn't know how he'd be with me.you know, would he be hesitant, shy.I didn't expect such desire, such forthright passion. I know he's loved me for a very long time.I don't know how he kept it all in check." "Men like Captain Picard are often repressed in their personal relationships. I think the love he's had for you all these years has prepared him for you. I don't think he could be that way with anyone else." "Really? That's flattering. I know I've given myself to him wholly.body and soul. He's the love of my life." Deanna sighed and took a sip of her tea. "What about you and Will?" "We're fine. He's another one who's commitment shy, but we have worked out a lot of issues. I think we're moving forward well now." "That's good. I know one thing.the men in our lives sure do keep us on our toes. How many women have a lover who's also their commanding officer?" Deanna laughed and shook her head. "Only you I think." -- 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. 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