Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 23 Apr 2004 18:05:45 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) Title: Here There Be Q-nicorns Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com) Series: TNG Repost 5/6 Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/Vash, Q Synopsis: On the eve of Picard and Vash's first anniversary Q shows up to bestow a gift. He changes Vash into a virgin and throws the couple into a medieval adventure complete with knights, castle and dragons. 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: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=85355 As always: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun playing with them. Feedback is always appreciated - posted or e-mail. Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction website is at: http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/ Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction website is at: http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000/ Continued from Part 4 Outside, in the cold, driving rain, Picard reached down to pick up an ax that was leaning against the front of the cabin. As he straightened up, he found himself eye level with the small window on the cabin's front wall. Inside, he could see Vash untying the ribbon as she stood in front of the fire. 'Jean-Luc Picard, you're a masochist.' He thought to himself. 'No amount of sports statistics or cold water will help you if you're going to stand here gawking at her.' Just as he was about to turn away, Vash rolled her shoulders allowing the dress to fall to the floor. He just stood there, transfixed. She was radiant with the warm glow of the fire washing over her ivory, satin skin and the feminine curves of her nude body. He breathed, "Heaven help me." "She is built like a brick house, isn't she? Why haven't you popped the cork on that sweet little bottle of cherry wine." Q's commented lewdly from behind him. Picard spun around brining the ax handle up, cracking Q underneath the chin. The impact sent Q flying backward off the porch where he landed with a satisfying splash in a large mud hole. The entity cried, "Hey Picard! You hit me, you've never hit me. If I were a human you could have cracked my jaw; maybe even killed me." Glaring down at the entity, Picard's voice was iced steel as he warned, "Watch your mouth." "Fair enough." Q replied without any real rancor as he got up, the mud miraculously disappearing. "It still doesn't explain why you're standing out here in the rain." "Splitting some logs for firewood." Picard explained as he set a log up on its end. After testing the blade, he swung the ax, splitting the log with one powerful stroke. "I go to all the trouble of setting up this fantasy for you and all you can do is play with wood." Q sighed with exasperation. "So, when are you going to get on with it?" "My relationship with my wife is no one's business but our own." Picard stated flatly as he set up another log. "And we will 'get on with it' at a time of our own choosing." As he watched Picard split another log, Q retorted, "It's your fantasy. Have it your way, but I can't wait around. Other Captains to see you know." Q disappeared in a flash of light. Picard looked up from his work just long enough to mutter, "Then may God save the Fleet." Inside the small cabin, Vash let out a yawn and snuggled down in the blankets in front of the fire. As she watched the flames dance, she could hear the steady rhythm of Jean-Luc chopping wood outside. Reassured by his nearby presence, she let the sound lull her to sleep. Hours later, Vash drowsily opened her eyes to see Jean-Luc sitting stretched out next to her, studying the map by firelight. She noticed several things, he had placed himself between her and the door, the door was bolted shut, and his sword was laying just on the other side of him. Sleepily, Vash murmured, "Jean-Luc." "Chere," Picard whispered, smiling down at her. Her white cotton dressing gown was a high necked and ruffled everywhere. After earlier this evening, he was extremely grateful for its very chaste appearance. With a sigh, she said, "I'm sorry. You were right." He arched an amused eyebrow and teased, "Which means?" Raising herself up on one elbow, she retorted, "Maybe I wasn't as right as I usually am." "Get some rest, Vash." Picard chuckled. Patting her hip, he added, "Trust me, tonight is only a temporary reprieve." "Jean-Luc." One look at her expression told Picard what he needed to know. He rolled up the map and set it aside. Laying down next to her, he gently pulled her into his arms. She snuggled up against him, settling herself against his chest. He was about to whisper goodnight only to discover she had already fallen back asleep. .................................. The next morning, Picard finished saddling the horse and walked back into the cabin. Standing in the doorway and sounding very pleased, he remarked, "It's a perfect day for a ride, sunny and warm with a light breeze." Dressed again in her light pink gown, Vash glanced up from where she was folding the last of the blankets. "Good. I'm almost finished here. I wanted to leave the place the way we found it." "First of all, this place isn't real." Picard chuckled. Looking around the cabin, he added, "And second of all, you now have it neater than it was when we got here. Let's get underway." Vash quipped, "Are you going to be one of those husbands that, at the beginning of a family holiday, stands at the front door with all the luggage shouting: Let's go, let's go, let's go!" "Could be worse. Could be: Move it, move it, move it." He retorted good-naturedly as she made her way over to the doorway. "Not unless you want to lose it, lose it, lose it." Vash challenged with an arched eyebrow. "You win." Picard conceded as he followed her out the door. Gently, he lifted her up onto the horse's back and swung himself up in the saddle behind her. Picking up the reins, he urged the stallion down the path. A little past midday, the pair rode into an almost picturesque clearing. With lush green grass and fragrant wild flowers, Vash thought it seemed like something out of Alice in Wonderland. Looking down at the map, She leaned back against Jean-Luc. Glancing down, Picard asked, "So how much further do we have to go?" "About fourteen kilometers." She replied rolling the map back up and putting it away. Reining the horse to a stop, he looked around the meadow, "I think we should stop here to eat and rest." "I was hoping you'd say that." She sighed, watching him as he expertly dismounted from the saddle. "Actually, we've made better time than I expected." He said as he reached up to span her waist with his hands. "I'll take that as a compliment." Vash smiled as she slid into his grasp. "As it was intended." He replied lowering her to her feet on the ground. She paused and then asked, "Jean-Luc, have we had this conversation before?" After thinking for a moment, Picard chuckled, "Indeed we have. A long time ago." "Okay, just checking." Vash pointed toward three, large oak trees near the center of the field, "How about eating in the shade of one of those oaks." "Sounds fine. Take the food and a blanket and pick the spot. I'm going water the horse just over there at that stream and then I'll join you." He replied. As Jean-Luc tended to the horse, Vash found just the right spot for their picnic. It was not right up against the trunk of the largest tree, but still well within the shade of its branches. Carefully, she laid out the blanket and the food for their lunch. She sat down on the blanket, her legs curled up beneath her. As she waited for Jean-Luc, she picked a daisy that happened to be nearby. Staring down at the flower, she began to pluck its petals, one by one, chanting, "He loves me . . .he loves me not . . . he loves me . . . ." Unnoticed, Picard stood behind her watching, totally amused by the scene. Vash was one of the foremost experts in Interstellar Archaeology and there she sat engaged in the ancient schoolgirl custom of ritualisticly and methodically destroying a flower. Quietly, he moved to kneel next to her. "He loves me not." Vash pouted as she tugged the last petal from the daisy. "He loves you." Picard assured her, pulling the now bare stem from her grasp and tossing it aside. As she turned toward him surprised, he leaned down to quickly capture her lips with his in a soft kiss. Breaking the kiss, he quipped, "However, I'm sure that daisy feels quite differently." "Oh, you're so rotten. Sneaking up on me that way." She complained as she playfully swatted at his shoulder. "Sorry." He laughed with absolutely no remorse as he sat down next to her on the blanket. After they had finished their meal, Vash packed up the food while, next to her, Jean-Luc lay on his back, dozing. In the heat of the day, he had opted to take off the heavy doublet, leaving on the silk shirt. She glanced over at the Arabian charger, who was grazing on a patch of tall grasses not to far away. Inspiration struck. Looking around her, she spotted just the right thing and picked a long foxtail that was nearby. The good captain was just too tempting a target. With a sly smile, she used the bushy tip to flick once at the bottom of his earlobe. Jean-Luc shifted a little. Still, he looked far too comfortable and she just couldn't have that. Vash briefly tickled his chin with her new weapon. He shook his head slightly. She tapped the tip of his nose with the foxtail. Still seeming to doze, he absently raised a hand to swat at it. Ultimately, she could not resist temptation and brushed the soft tip down along his bare scalp. 'That's the final straw, pun intended.' Picard thought to himself. With the agility of a jungle cat, he sprang. Throwing himself toward her, he reached out to capture his lovely tormentor and pin her to the blanket. However, she just barely managed to evade him. Laying flat on his stomach, he could only watch as she rolled to her knees and then rose to her feet in a graceful series of fluid movements. Which was no small accomplishment in a full length gown. Sticking her tongue out at him, she bolted for the nearest tree. As he rose to his feet, he chuckled, "Impudent wench!" Giving chase, Picard pursued Vash in and around the three oak trees. After circling the second largest tree for the fifth time, he finally apprehended his quarry. Vash let out a squeal as he swept her into his arms, trapping her between the tree and himself. They were both laughing as they tried to catch their breath. As he gazed down at her, Picard realized that the bow at the top of Vash's bodice had come undone during the chase. With every breath she took, the lush curves of her breasts pushed at the satin ribbons, loosening the lacings. The sight caused his playfulness to give way to feelings that were much more primitive and insistent. Spanning her small waist with his hands, he calmed her giggles by claiming her mouth with his in a gentle kiss. As he kissed her, Vash reached up to splay her hands across the hard expanse of his chest. Her hands slowly traveled up the corded muscles of his chest and shoulders, exploring their masculine strength through the thin material of his silk shirt. Once again, shivers of excitement raced through Vash's entire body. As the sensations spread across her breasts, the peaks hardened pushing against her gown. Pressing her mouth harder against his, she slid her arms up to encircle his neck. When he broke the kiss, her arms held his face within a hairbreadth of her own. Breathless and flushed with arousal, she pleaded, "Oh please . . . Jean-Luc . . . kiss me." "I believe I just did." Picard teased in a rich, bedroom baritone, staring into her vivid blue eyes. Sounding almost bashful, she murmured, "Like last night." Her sweet presence was playing havoc with Picard's ability to concentrate and it took him a moment to realize what she meant. Capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, he slipped his tongue past her lips to gently stroke and caress the warm, moist cavern. Slowly, his hands slid up her body to cup the full curves of her breasts through the thin material of her gown. He heard her moan softly as his thumbs drew deliberate circles around the hardened peaks. The heat of Jean-Luc's strong hands caused the taut nipples of Vash's breasts to tingle. As her lips and tongue answered his, she felt as if every bone in her body had melted. She wanted more and deepened the kiss, tentatively nudging her tongue past his in her own erotic search of his mouth. Picard felt the muscles of his body tighten and his hardness grow with each passing moment. Enjoying her naively passionate response, he acquiesced, giving Vash complete control over the kiss. His hands found the top edges of her gown and pulled the sides apart; the untied ribbon slipping easily through the eyelets. He felt her body tremble as his hands moved to cradle her bare breasts, the hardened peaks pressing against his palms. Breaking the kiss, Vash whimpered and her head rolled back against the tree. She arched into the heaviness as Jean-Luc's thumbs caressed her aching nipples. Her arms fell heavily to her side. Needing to hold him closer, her arms encircled his waist, keeping him near. "You're so beautiful." He breathed as his gaze swept over her breasts with their lush roundness and ivory skin tipped in deep rose. Taking advantage of the exposed curve of her throat, he laid a fiery trail of kisses across one of her bare shoulders. Giving into an erotic urge, he traced the swell of her breasts with his tongue just before placing an open mouth kiss at the center of her cleavage. He felt her body twist in his grasp as he took one rigid peak into his mouth. Vash gasped as this new sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Jean-Luc leisurely swirled his tongue over one stiff crest and then the other. As he claimed her breasts with his lips and tongue, streaks of fire raced through her entire body. Her arms slipped from his waist, her hand brushing past his hips to discover the hard evidence of his need. "Yes . . .Vash . . .God . . . yes." Picard rasped his encouragement as he felt her small hand's first hesitant caress. His mouth left her breasts to journey back up to her neck. Nuzzling the curve of her neck, he closed his eyes and breathed in her sweet scent as his hard arousal throbbed under her inquisitive ministrations. Completely fascinated by her newest discovery, Vash continued to explore his inner thigh. His rock hard body strained impressively against his buckskin trousers, pressing against her small hand. Her fingers would stray slightly, only to hear him gasp as her hand returned to the center of his desire. With her hand gently stroking the hard length, she murmured to herself, "It's so large." "Ma chere, you've just found the perfect thing to say to a man." Picard chuckled into the soft skin of her neck. Vash had never before mentioned that she thought he was well-endowed. Of course, he had never asked. As he pulled back slightly to look at her, her expression instantly told him she had not meant to say that out loud. Before she could say anything else, his lips covered hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Feeling reassured, Vash broke the kiss. Her hand still resting on his inner thigh, she guilelessly whispered, "I did this?" "Uh-huh." He muttered before stealing a quick kiss. "How?" "Seemingly at will." Picard remarked with a small smile. It was obvious from her increasing boldness that his bride was starting to understand the power she wielded over him. "Kissing you?" Vash pressed him for details. "That." Picard nodded. 'Those,' he thought as he glanced down at the full curves of her breasts that he still had gently cupped in his hands. He realized how close he had come to making love to her right there in the woods. Wanting to regain control, he stepped back slightly and moved his hands span her waist. His voice was still husky as he explained, "Ma petite, depending on the situation, it could be any number of things; a passionate kiss, a certain expression on your face, the way you walk or toss your hair, even the scent of your favorite perfume." "That's not entirely helpful." Vash pouted. "My apologies. Now, will you please stop tempting your poor husband, at least long enough for him to get you into a suitable bed?" He teased. "Killjoy." She quipped as she began relacing her bodice. "So noted." Picard deadpanned before gently adding, "We really should be on our way, so if you will fold up the blanket and get the food, I will get the horse." "All right." Vash gave him her most devastating smile then made her way over to the blanket. Letting out a deep breath, Picard turned to slump back against the nearest tree. He ran a hand over his face, wiping away a thin film of perspiration. Even at her most innocent, Vash was going to be the very death of him. He decided this whole situation should be filed under 'be careful what you wish for.' .................................. End Part 5 -- 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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