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Posted: 19 Apr 2004 15:35:49 -0700  
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Title: Tour de Force
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG
Repost 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash
Summary: A group of terrorists have taken the Federation Archaeology
Author's Note:  Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  In
preparation to play in our Double Entendre universe in the coming
year, we're reposting the stories from that universe as a refresher
(or introduction to those who haven't read our earlier work).  These
stories have been polished up a bit, but they are still are earliest
pieces from when we began writing nearly a decade ago.  Edited-down
versions of most of our stories can be found through our author page
at fanfiction.net:

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Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  
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playing with them.
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CONTINUED FROM PART 1

	On board the Enterprise, Riker and Data beamed up with the last group
of security officers.  The First Officer smiled as he saw Beverly
Crusher and Deanna standing next to Ensign O'Riley, who was running
the transporter.  As he and Data stepped off the pad, Riker addressed
the young ensign, "With the exception of the Captain and Councilmember
Vash, is everyone onboard, Mr. O'Riley?"

	"Aye, sir," the young man confirmed in a rich Gaelic accent. "And
Commander Worf is overseeing the confinement of the terrorists in the
brig."

	"Very good," Riker nodded.  He turned to the two ladies, "I know
Beverly is here on emergency standby.  What about you Deanna?"

	"Just a little professional rubber-necking," Deanna admitted with a
smile.  "So what's keeping the Captain and Vash?"

	"The Ambassador and other members of the Archaeology council
mentioned to Vash that they wanted to thank the captain personally,"
Data explained.

	"In other words, Vash is busy showing off Jean-Luc," Beverly chuckled
to Deanna.

	"No doubt,"  Deanna giggled in reply.

	"From your mood, Doctor, may I assume there were no injuries to
report?" Riker asked.

	"Nothing but a few various bumps and bruises, which is to be expected
when  people start jumping through windows and down from ceilings
instead of using perfectly good doors," Crusher quipped.

	"Doors? Oh Doctor, how passé," Riker teased back.

	"Sir," O'Riley interrupted, "the captain is signaling that he and
Councilmember Vash are ready to beam up."

	"Very good, Ensign, energize," Riker replied.

	Picard and Vash materialized side by side on the transporter pad. 
The fact that Jean-Luc had lead the assault himself was not lost on
Vash.  Wondering if he really had insisted on rescuing her himself,
she idly remarked, "I am a little surprised.  I mean, thirty Starfleet
commandos led by the captain of the Federation flagship is a very
inordinate response to say the least."

	"The response and my involvement may have been a bit irregular, but
it was hardly inordinate," Picard replied with a small smile as he
slung the strap of his rifle over his shoulder.  Inwardly, he sighed
with relief now that he had Vash back on the Enterprise safe and
sound.

	Vash felt her heart skip a beat as Jean-Luc graced her with his
barely-there smile.  She raised an amused eyebrow and countered,
"Right.  And the reason for your involvement in this irregular
response would be what?  The Ambassador, the number of hostages, or
could it possibly have been because yours truly was one of the
hostages?"

	"Yes," Picard said succinctly.

	Vash blinked in surprise. The very notion that Jean-Luc went charging
down there himself to retrieve her was enough to cause butterflies in
her stomach.  Vash was quickly trying to decide who's quarters were
closer, hers or Jean-Luc's.  Suddenly realizing the room was filled
with a number of their friends, she thought to herself,  'Oh damn,
saved by the crowd, Jean-Luc.'   Of course, if she didn't calm him
down, she would never get him into bed with her tonight.  Granted, if
she had her way, they wouldn't make it to a bed anyway.  But if he
didn't get that phaser rifle out of his nice, tight, . . .

	"Vash, are you all right?" Riker asked, concern evident in his voice.

	Riker's voice shook Vash out of her own thoughts.  With a smile, she
replied, "I'm fine, Will. thank you."

	"Did they injure you in anyway?" Data also sounded worried.  "Your
heart-rate and blood pressure are elevated."

	'Oh my sweet Data, you're so observant, but so blessedly clueless,'
Vash thought to herself, charmed by his concern.  However, she had no
intention on explaining to the android that it was not fear but an
intense sexual desire that had set her heart pounding. "I'm all right,
Data.  I may be suffering from a mild adrenaline rush, but that's
about it.  After all, the day began and ended with more than a touch
of excitement."

	Looking over at Crusher, Picard gestured toward Vash. "Doctor, if you
please."

	"All I did was sit in the same chair for over five hours.  While some
people might consider that a stressful day at the office, I found it
quite tedious," Vash teased, intentionally flippant to try and soothe
Jean-Luc.

	"Such gratitude from my blushing bride-to-be," Picard retorted wryly.

	"My hero," Vash cooed with a melodramatic Southern accent.  Patting
his arm a bit patronizingly, she continued.  "The fact is I never
doubted the outcome.  I knew you were up here with all these wonderful
toys Starfleet has given you."

	"Uh-huh," Picard rolled his eyes.

	"A scan will only take a moment and it will appease him," Beverly
grinned conspiratorially as she approached Vash.

	"I know," Vash chuckled. "And I'll admit I was a bit alarmed when the
terrorists first burst into the room.  Then we all sat there for hours
staring at the walls.  Really, Beverly, the worst part of it was the
boredom."

	"I tried to tell him that you were bored," Deanna said as she joined
them on the transporter pad.

	"If you ladies will excuse me, I'll be over talking with Will and
Data.  At least they appreciate me," Picard quipped with feigned
insult as turned to step down from the transporter pad.

	'Oh, baby, you are greatly appreciated from back here,' Vash watched
intently as Picard walked away from them.

	"Not only were you bored, I neglected to mention horny as hell,"
Deanna continued once he was out of earshot.

	"My very own little French delicacy," Vash sighed as Beverly moved
the medical tricorder over her.

	"Well, aside from your heart going pitter-pat, which I assume is
because your fiancee' is in the room, you're fine," the doctor
concluded, snapping the tricorder shut.  Noticing Vash's eyes had not
once strayed from Picard, Beverly exchanged a mischievous glance with
Deanna, "Could she want him more?"

	Shaking her head, Deanna chuckled, "I don't think so."

	"So you ladies won't be insulted if I take my leave and drag my
fiancee' to the nearest empty room to be properly and very thoroughly
appreciated all night if he can last that long."   Not waiting for an
answer, Vash hopped off the transporter pad and trotted off to claim
Jean-Luc for the night.

.........................................

	Vash leaned back against the wall of the turbolift and sighed
contentedly.  'Alone at last,' she thought as she watched Jean-Luc,
who still had the phaser rifle.  He checked the safety and then
powered down the weapon, preparing it for storage in his,
soon-to-be-their, quarters.

	"Halt," he stopped the lift and looked up when he heard her sigh. 
"Vash?"

	She regarded her handsome, powerful and very protective fiancee. 
Vash couldn't help it, she giggled at the thought that came to her
mind, "Ren Bards is one sorry son-of-a-bitch."

	"Indeed he is.  I don't take kindly to anyone trying to harm my best
girl," Picard told her, his tone charmingly wry.  For the first time
since the hostage crisis began, he permitted himself to delight in
her.  His eyes slowly traveled over Vash, the delicate features of her
face, her vivid blue eyes, the way the suit clung to her perfect
curves and the skirt skimmed her thighs.  As his eyes lingered on the
very sheer silk stockings that covered her long shapely legs, he
arched an eyebrow and smiled appreciatively.  "Further more, I, and I
alone, am the only one allowed to call you 'Legs.' "

	"Heard that, huh?" she asked, feeling herself flush slightly under
his gaze.

	"Uh huh," he muttered, still admiring her legs.

	Using the walk Jean-Luc had affectionately nicknamed her 'stripper
strut,'  Vash slowly sauntered the few steps across the turbolift to
him.  She reached up and splayed her small hands across the hard
expanse of his chest.  He was still holding the rifle in his hands,
lengthwise across his torso between them.  His eyes locked with hers
as she let one hand slide up to trace the rank pips on his collar. 
"Jean-Luc, I wasn't the target, the Ambassador was the target.  Bards
didn't know who I was until just before he was put into the brig.  He
would have made his demands to any ranking Federation or Starfleet
representative in the area.  It was just dumb luck that you were the
one in the area and that I was one of the hostages."

	"I would call it a serious miscalculation on his part," he stated
flatly.  "And if he'd laid so much as a finger on you, he would have
found it to be an extremely painful miscalculation."

	Vash affected the expression and tone of a naughty schoolgirl, "So
Johnny, were you and Billy Riker and the rest of the boys going to
take him out back after school and beat him up."

	"The thought may have crossed our minds," Picard said with a small,
self-deprecating smile.  He loved her sense of humor.  The impish
sparkle in her eyes along with the feel of her delicate fingers
playing with the rank pips on his collar was driving him to
distraction.  She was so breathtakingly lovely.  A rush of intense
desire went through him.  However, she looked flushed and it had
probably been a long and terrifying ordeal.  She was most likely
exhausted and needed to rest.  Out of concern for her, he pushed his
own needs aside.  His voice was tender, "Are you all right?  I'm sure
the whole thing was very frightening."

	"Really, I'm fine," she tried to reassure him.  As her hands
continued to explore the hard muscles of his upper chest and
shoulders, she went on, "They were there, they were annoying, they
were gone.  Although, I was frightened that they were going to take
your mother's pearls from me."

	"They're inconsequential.  No material possession is as important to
me as you are.  Now, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked her
gently as he thought to himself, 'Anything that will help distract me
from all the things I want to do to you.'

	Vash could see the passion smoldering in those steel grey eyes.  She
knew he was ignoring his own desires and she had a pretty good idea
why.  She decided it was time to force him to mentally jump tracks. 
"There is one thing."

	"Resume," he told the computer, then asked, "and that is?"

	Vash tilted her face up to his.  Her voice was a low, seductive
whisper, "Please Jean-Luc, kiss me."

	Picard lowered his face to hers intending to brush a sweet, lingering
kiss across her luscious mouth.  Her warm lips trembled slightly, as
his lips brushed over them ever-so-slightly.  He could smell the
provocative scent of her favorite perfume.  Vash's arms slid around
his neck and her body melted against his.  Her body's reaction caused
a new surge of arousal in his own and he deepened the kiss.  His lips
pressed harder against hers, his tongue parting her lips to ardently
explore her mouth.  As her lips and tongue answered the demands of
his, he could feel every muscle in his body tighten in fervent
response.  He realized they were still in the turbolift and
reluctantly pulled back, breaking the kiss.  He took a deep breath to
try and rein in his increasing desires.  "I, uh, I assume you're going
to stay in my quarters with me tonight."

	"Of course," she answered, still a little breathless from his kiss. 
She turned to face the turbolift door just as it opened.  As she
walked out of the lift she glanced back at him and asked rather
mischievously, "Johnny, do I still even have quarters of my own?"

	"Although, it seems to be nothing but a mere technicality," he began,
enjoying the view of her shapely legs and the delightful sway of her
hips as he followed her out of the turbolift.  "Indeed you do, they're
on deck nine, section five."

	"Well, fancy that."

...................................

	Picard followed Vash into his quarters.  Crossing over to his desk,
she unbuttoned her suit jacket and slid it off.  As Vash laid the
jacket on the desk, she noticed several padds sitting there along with
the plans for the building she had been in.  Jean-Luc, Will and Data
must have planned their assault in here.  She turned around to face
Jean-Luc.  She reached up to toy with the pearl choker.  Leaning
against the desk, Vash rolled the smooth pearls between her thumb and
index finger.  He walked over to stand just in front of her.  Dressed
in the dark grey combat uniform with the rifle held down along his
side, he looked every inch the legendary hero.  Her breath caught in
her throat.  Letting go of the necklace, she reached out and gently
stroked her fingers through the grey hair at his temple.

	Picard's senses stirred from the feel of her fingers through his hair
and the sight of her standing in front of him.  The delicate silk
blouse followed her body like a second skin, trailing over the lush
curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach to her slim waist. 
The silk, lace, and tiny pearl buttons rose and fell in the most
alluring way with each breath she took.  With his free hand, he
reached up to run a finger lightly under the pearl necklace he had
given her.  His voice was a low, bedroom baritone, "Vash, these pearls
are not my mother's.  They belong to you now.  Any woman as beautiful
as you are should have a strand of pearls."

	Looking down, Vash demurely averted her eyes and her hands dropped to
her sides.  In a quiet, almost shy whisper, she asked, "Am I
beautiful?"

	Gently, Picard cupped her chin in his hand and drew her gaze back up
to his.  He stared into those vivid blue eyes as he lowered his face
to hers.  Just before his lips captured hers in a forcefully
possessive kiss, he whispered hoarsely, "Oh yes."

	The sheer power of the kiss shook Vash to her very soul.  As his
mouth took command of hers, she felt as if every bone in her body had
melted.  His kiss added fuel to the burning need that had been
threatening to engulf her from the moment he entered the lecture hall.
 Her entire body trembled with anticipation.

	Finally, with both of them breathless, he pulled back breaking the
kiss.  He felt the muscles of his body tighten and his hardness grow
with each passing moment.  The intensity of the kiss made him realize
just how strongly his emotions were running at the moment.  Now that
he had her back safely, he wanted to take this gorgeous woman and make
her his, repeatedly.  'At ease, Captain,' Picard chastised himself.
'Just relax, slow down to let her catch up.  She is yours and you have
the rest of the night, not to mention the rest of your life, to enjoy
it.'

	Vash looked up into Jean-Luc's desire-hardened grey eyes.  Reaching
up with one hand, she ran the tips of her fingers sensuously over his
bottom lip and whispered, "More."

	"Oh Vash," he rasped as her sultry plea drove his need up yet another
notch.  Again, his mouth descended onto hers in a fiercely demanding
kiss.  He slid one powerful arm around her tiny waist, crushing her
soft, supple form against his hard, muscular body.  His tongue plunged
past her parted lips, decisively staking claim to everything in its
path.

	As her lips and tongue responded ravenously to his, Vash was very
aware of the stiff peaks of her breasts crushed against the muscular
wall of his chest.  Her entire body now felt as if it were made of
liquid flames and her small hands clutched his broad shoulders
tightly.  She pressed her hips against the granite-like hardness of
his.  Picard groaned at the sensations that the contact of her hips
invoked in him.  Letting go of the rifle, his other hand moved to
entangle itself in the hair at the back of her head as he deepened the
kiss even further.  She lost herself in the strength of his arms and
his clean masculine scent.  Neither of them heard the rifle hit the
floor.

	Picard's mouth slid from hers, moving down to explore the soft skin
of her neck.  As his lips nuzzled her neck, Vash let out a soft moan
and her head rolled back against his hand.  Her arms dropped
helplessly down to her sides.  Reaching the hollow of her throat, he
felt her rapid pulse against his lips.  Her breathing was very
shallow.  Impulsively, he flicked his tongue against the pulse point
very rapidly.  He was rewarded with a breathless gasp.  He pulled back
to look at her.  Her eyes fluttered open and she returned his gaze.  A
rosy flush had swept up her ivory skin from underneath her blouse. 
His attention was drawn to the very first pearl button.

	Picard's eyes followed his hands as he deftly undid the pearl buttons
of her blouse all the way down to the waistline of her skirt.  Pushing
the blouse open, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the
full curves of her breasts threatening to spill over the lace edging
of her delicate white satin bra.  He slipped his hands inside the
blouse, feeling her tremble at his touch.  Her hardened nipples
pressed against his palms through the thin satin and lace as he cupped
her breasts in his hands.

	Arching into the exquisite sensations of his touch, Vash placed her
hands over his.  She gasped as his thumbs drew slow circles around
each hardened peak.  Her hands traveled up Jean-Luc's strong arms to
his broad shoulders and down the front of his uniform jacket, urgently
pulling open the fasteners.  She reached up to push the jacket off the
masculine slope of his shoulders.  He stepped back slightly, allowing
the jacket to fall to the floor.  He quickly pulled his tunic and
tee-shirt off over his head, dropping them to the floor to join his
jacket.  Vash took the opportunity to admire the masculine power of
his body.  Her eyes drank in the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest,
shoulders, and arms.  She rested her hands on his shoulders, thrilling
at the breadth of them compared to her tiny palms.  On impulse, she
leaned forward and took one of his hardened nipples into her mouth. 
Gently taking the nipple between her teeth, she swirled her tongue
over it.

	Picard arched his back and moaned aloud at the sensations that raced
through his body.  Standing up straight again, he drew back from her
slightly.  His hands quickly slid up her torso to find and unhook her
brassiere clasp, conveniently located at the center of her enticing
cleavage.  He wanted to make sure her arousal level was the same
fevered pitch as his own.  Brushing the satin aside, his heated gaze
swept over the soft ivory skin and lush roundness of her breasts.  As
his hands gripped her tightly around the waist, he lowered his head to
imprison one rosy tip with his mouth.  She shuddered as he pulled and
teased the taut nipple.

	As his mouth gently tormented first one breast then the other, Vash
felt streaks of fire racing through her body from the tender peaks.  A
heated moan escaped Vash's lips as her hands slipped off Jean-Luc's
shoulders to explore the muscular wall of his chest.  She entangled
her fingers in the coarse hair on his chest, feeling the hardened
nipples against her palms.  Her hands drifted down the lean tapering
lines of his torso to the waistband of his trousers.  She ran her
hands over his strong thighs until she found the hard evidence of his
desire.  Letting out a small, triumphant sigh, she continued to caress
him expertly.

	This time it was Picard who shuddered as he straightened up and
quickly tried to control the surge of need that went through him.  He
wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. 
He could feel the peaks of her breasts pressed into his chest and her
small hand caressing him through his trousers.  His free hand rested
on the silk of her stocking just above her knee at the hemline of her
skirt.  His hand slowly slid up under her skirt to stroke her silk
covered thigh.  He lowered his face into the softness of her neck just
below her ear.  He wanted to wait until she was as desperate as he
was; however, she was definitely pushing the limits of his control. 
Half-pleading, half-warning, he whispered in her ear, "Vash."

	"Oh Johnny, you're so hard," she whispered back, swiftly opening his
trousers and taking hold of him with an even more insistent touch. 
With a groan, Jean-Luc's hand traveled quickly up her thigh to
discover the top of her stocking.  She shivered as his hand reached
the soft bare skin of her inner thigh.  At last reaching his goal, his
hand slipped past her delicate lace panties.  Her hands moved to grip
his shoulders as she felt his fingertips brush her desire.  She
watched Jean-Luc's eyes widened with surprise as he discovered just
how aroused she was.  She arched into his teasing caress, coming even
closer to the edge.

	"You're so close," he breathed, almost in awe.

	"Please, Jean-Luc," Vash whimpered, her fingers digging into his
shoulders as he continued to arouse her.

	"Come here," he rasped hoarsely, pulling her roughly against him with
one arm as the other slashed violently across the desk sending
everything crashing to the floor.  Pressing her body backward, he laid
Vash on her back on the smooth desk top.  He came down on top of her
and his mouth attacked hers in a deep, demanding kiss.  As his tongue
plunged into her mouth, his hands thrust her skirt up around her waist
and ripped the thin lace panties from her.  He broke the kiss and
pulled up to hover her.  With his arms braced on either side of her
shoulders, he placed himself between her long, shapely legs.  Staring
down at her, he entered her with one powerful movement and growled,
"You're mine, Vash."

	"Oh yes," Vash moaned as she surrendered herself to Jean-Luc
completely, her hips arching up to meet his.  Tremors of release swept
through her as he filled her with his first thrust.  Instead of sating
her, it added to her already raging need.  He drove into her hard and
fast.  Her hands stroked the tightly sculpted muscles of his arms,
feeling the powerful muscles ripple and bunch with each thrust.  She
matched him motion for motion as he drove deep into her over and over.
 She screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her
and his body violently plummeted into her own.

	His eyes never left Vash as he took her with abandon.  With her eyes
closed, she wore a look of ecstasy on her delicate features.  Her
cries of passion spurred him on to even higher heights of desire.  The
cadence became one of furious intensity as his body demanded total
possession of hers.  A thin sheen of perspiration covered his body as
he struggled to keep from losing himself to the burning pleasure of
her body moving in perfect synchronization with his own.  He continued
to drive into her relentlessly until he heard and saw what he had been
waiting for.  Her fingernails dug into the tense muscles of his biceps
as her tiny frame was racked with tremors.  With a primal scream,
Vash's head fell back and she arched her entire body up into his.

	"Ma chere," Picard rasped, stressing the possessive.  He made one
final powerful thrust, holding himself deep inside her, as his own
explosive release consumed him.

	Still braced on his arms hovering over Vash, Picard enjoyed the last
few tremors of pleasure as he tried to catch his breath.  Feeling
blissfully content, he gazed down at her and counted the few seconds
that passed before she started to regain her senses.

	Vash slowly became aware of her surroundings, the smooth desktop
under her, the disarray of her clothes, the feel of Jean-Luc's strong
damp biceps under her hands and his rough hard thighs pressed against
the delicate skin of her inner thighs.  Her breathing was labored and
spasms still coursed through her trembling body.  Slowly opening her
eyes, she looked up to see Jean-Luc smiling down at her, appearing
insufferably satisfied.  Gasping between breaths, she asked, "Is . .
.that . . .what's . . .called . . .a?"

	"La petite morte," Picard supplied the term in a rich, bedroom
baritone.  In response to one of her final tremors, he moved deep
inside her.  Delighting in her gasp, he answered, "Oui, mademoiselle."

	"I've heard of it," Vash said, still breathless.  She ran her hands
over his arms as he held himself off of her.  The muscles of his
hardened biceps rippled under her caress. "But I've never actually had
it happen until now.  I've never felt anything that intense."

	"I've always wanted to do that to you.  The vision of you completely
surrendering yourself like that was incredibly erotic," he admitted
softly.  His eyes were drawn to the sight of her blouse and brassiere
pushed aside exposing the soft roundness of her breasts.  The lush
curves rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath.  "You're so
lovely," he murmured as he dipped his head to catch the rosy tip of
one of her breasts in his mouth.  Slowly, he swirled his tongue over
the peak.

	Vash shuddered and arched into him as he explored the sensitive skin
of her breasts with his lips and tongue.  She ran her fingers through
the hair at his temples, as he trailed kisses up over her chest and
throat to her face.  Just before his lips claimed hers in a gentle but
passionate kiss, she whispered, "I'm yours, Jean-Luc."

	Picard kissed her deeply, enjoying the feel of the supple curves of
her body beneath him.  Suddenly Vash's words sank in.  He broke the
kiss and collapsed against her.  As he replayed the entire evening in
his mind, his forehead fell forward to hit the desk next to hers with
a gentle thud.  Picard chuckled ruefully at himself, "Well, I
certainly treated you to one hell of a display of machoistic bravado
tonight."

	Vash sighed happily as she entangled her fingers in the short hair at
the base of his neck.  She sounded very amused as she asked him, "So
Jean-Luc, what's worse, the fact that you put on the display or the
fact that it sent my libido racing at warp nine?"

	"Alright, full reverse," Picard exclaimed, taken by surprise. 
Granted, Vash's desire had been unusually high, even for her. 
Although he had decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, several
explanations had crossed his mind.  That was definitely not one of
them.  He raised himself up on his arms to look down at her rather
confused.  "Are you telling me that you, Miss I-don't-follow-orders,
found my behavior today sexually arousing?"

	"Well, . . .yes," Vash admitted shyly as she blushed slightly.  She
looked up at him through her lashes.  "Come on, Jean-Luc, if you
combine your obvious physical attributes to the way you dropped from
that ceiling and took on those terrorists it was like something out of
a holothriller.  Every once in a while, a woman just wants to
surrender to that type of pure masculine virility."  Vash ran her
hands over the corded muscles of his shoulders and arms to emphasize
her words.

	"I don't suppose you'd like to tell me exactly when and where these
reactions happen?" he asked.

	"I'd love to, darling, really; but I can't.  Well, I could, but then
I'd have to kill you.  It's kind of a rule, a woman thing," Vash
shrugged and smiled back up at him.

	"Which boils down to I have about a snowball's chance in hell of you
giving me a clue," Picard conceded dryly.  He smiled as she tapped her
fingertip to her nose.  "I can see you have a lot to learn about the
respect due a captain of the Federation flagship, little miss."

	Vash wriggled her hips against him impishly.  "Oh really?  What are
you going to do about it, Captain Johnny."

	Picard didn't answer her, instead he pulled back just far enough to
flip her over onto her stomach.

	"Jean-Luc, what are you doing?"

	"If you haven't figured that out by now, I must be doing something
wrong."  With that, Jean-Luc repositioned himself slightly, and drove
himself deep into her from behind.

	"Oh . . .Jean . . .ohhhh," Vash moaned wordlessly pushing herself
back against his driving thrusts.  She gripped the edges of the desk
for support as Jean-Luc pounded into her, his hips slapping her tender
bottom with each thrust.

	"Oh, you like this do you?  Maybe now you'll show some respect for
your captain," Picard grunted out between thrusts.  He steadied her
hips with one hand while he reached under her with the other one to
add to the fire racing through Vash's body.  He could feel her body
gripping him with each thrust, creating an incredibly tight, erotic,
milking sensation throughout his hips.

	"Oh . . .yes . . .anything . . .YES," Vash screamed out as ripples of
pleasure claimed her sweat-dampened body.

	Jean-Luc didn't let up, even as he felt her body twist and tremble
with release.  He gripped her hips tightly in his hands to hold her
steady as he thrust into her with an ever-increasing urgency.  Even
before the shudders of her last release faded, Jean-Luc felt Vash buck
up from the desk, pushing herself into him, lost in the throes of an
even stronger release than the one before.  The spasms in Vash's body
gripped him even tighter.  Suddenly, he pulled her hard against him,
slamming into her one final time.  He arched his body as his own
powerful release flooded into her still-quivering backside.  He
collapsed onto her back and nuzzled her ear.

	"Oh my, . . .that was new."

	"Not really, different, yes, but I don't think we're the first people
to ever try that," came his murmured reply as he continued to nuzzle
her.

	"Jean-Luc?"

	"Mmm-hmm?"

	"Jean-Luc, this is really erotic and exciting and all, but this desk
is getting a bit uncomfortable.  Can we go to bed now?"

	"How adventurous, ma chere.  I was hoping we could try out the
dresser next," Jean-Luc responded dryly as he pulled himself, with
effort, off of her and helped her to stand up.

	Vash looked around to see all of the contents of Jean-Luc's desk
scattered on the floor and her eyes came to rest on the sight of her
torn lace panties draped across the stock of his phaser rifle.  "I
think we've been adventurous enough for one night, Ubercaptain, why
don't we leave the dresser for another night?"

	"If you insist, ma chere," Picard swept her up into his arms and
carried her into the bedroom.

**FINIS**

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