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Posted: 23 Apr 2004 18:08:49 -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 6/6
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:

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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:
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Continued from Part 5

	Picard and Vash arrived at the small inn early in the evening.  The
inn keeper and his wife were an older, amiable couple.  They seemed to
take great delight in catering to the new arrivals, serving them a
delicious homecooked meal.

	As Picard and Vash finished their meal, the inn keeper's wife
approached.  With a motherly smile, she took Vash in hand, "Come along
my dear, I'll take you up to your room.  I had my girls prepare a nice
hot bath for you."  With a dismissive gesture, she ordered Picard,
"You, go with my husband.  He will show you where you can clean up. 
You're not going anywhere near this sweet girl unshaven and smelling
like a horse."

	"Yes, ma'am." Picard quipped as he watched the older woman whisk Vash
off.

	After lounging in a rose scented bath, Vash stood in front of the
bedroom's large stone fireplace brushing her hair dry as she waited
for Jean-Luc.  The most luxurious one in the small inn, the room had a
large, mahogany four-poster bed with soft, white cotton bedding
trimmed in dainty, eyelet lace along with a down-filled mattress and
pillows.  A small table and captain's chair sat under the room's small
window.  On the table sat two goblets, a bottle of wine and a pitcher
of water.  The heavy oak door opened and standing in the doorway was a
clean-shaven Jean-Luc, still dressed in his black buckskin trousers
and crimson velvet doublet over the white silk shirt.

	Placing her brush on the fireplace mantel, Vash smiled at him, "I
take it this means you've passed inspection?"

	"It's a good thing my father was such a traditionalist and insisted
that both Robert and I learn to shave with a straight razor." Picard
said as he shut and locked the door behind him.  He turned to look at
Vash, finding himself captivated by her.  Her silky, brunette hair
fell in soft waves to her shoulders, perfectly framing her blue eyes
and delicate features.  The white cotton dressing gown she was wearing
was designed to be held close by six satin bows that ran down the
front from the throat to the waistline.  Tonight, however, Vash had
not tied the first three bows, leaving the ruffled gown to fall open
until the fourth bow that lay just at the cleft between her breasts. 
The fourth bow acted as an irresistible lure, beckoning to him to
uncover the familiar sweetness hidden beneath.

	"Jean-Luc?"

	Her voice startling him out of his own thoughts, Picard told her
candidly, "You're a very beautiful woman, Vash Picard."

	"Thank you." She replied quietly, blushing slightly at the praise. 
Changing the subject, she glanced around the room as she asked, "Now,
are these accommodations more to your liking?"

	"They're fine." He chuckled at the hint of exasperation in her voice.
 Taking off his belt and scabbard, he hooked them so his sword hung
from one of posts at the head of the bed.

	"Claiming your side of the bed?"  Vash bantered.

	"I always sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door." He
replied as he removed his doublet, laying it across a small stool next
to the bed.

	"And the side arm?"

	"Usually a small hand phaser locked away in my bed table."  Tugging
the silk shirt loose from his waistband, he teased, "All the better to
protect you with, my dear."

	"I see . . ." Vash broke off, watching as Jean-Luc casually
unbuttoned the silk shirt.  She found herself thinking back to that
afternoon and the feel of those large, capable hands caressing her
soft skin.  He seemed unaware of her attention as he peeled off the
shirt and laid it on the stool with his doublet.  Her eyes drifted
over his broad shoulders, past the well-defined muscles of his chest,
the bulging biceps of his upper arms and down along the tapering lines
of his torso to the taut strength of his stomach.  She yearned to let
her hands roam over those firm, muscular planes.  Every movement he
made revealed the tightly leashed strength contained in his sculpted
muscles.  Mesmerized by the sight of his lean, hard body stripped to
the waist, she breathed, "Oh my."

	Hearing her, Picard looked over to catch her wide-eye gaze travel
over him.  As her eyes locked with his, she bit her lower lip.  His
body responded ardently to the naked emotions emanating from her blue
eyes.  Vash blushed and turned away, looking down into the roaring
fire.  Walking over to stand just behind her, he lowered his head to
gently kiss her cheek.  Detecting the slight fragrance of roses, he
asked softly, "Roses?"

	"Used to scent my bathwater."  Vash murmured, her insides turning
upside down at the sound of his bedroom baritone.

	"Vash, look at me."  He gently beckoned as he took a small step back.
 She turned toward him, but with her eyes still downcast.  Cupping her
cheek with his palm, he slipped his thumb under her chin to bring her
gaze up to his,  "Petite amie, you're going to have to trust me."

	"I do."  Vash whispered resolutely.  With her heart pounding in her
chest, her voice faltered, "I want to make love to you but I don't
know or can't remember how . . . "

	"Hush." He placed his finger against her lush lips to silence her. 
Tenderly stroking her cheek, he told her, "Tonight, allow me to make
love to you.  Relax and let yourself respond to my lead, as if we were
dancing."

	As Jean-Luc lowered his face to hers, Vash's eyes fluttered shut.  He
worshipped her delicate features one by one dropping reverent kisses
on her forehead, each eyelid, across both cheeks, and, finally, the
tip of her nose.  He grasped her tiny waist with his large hands and
moved his lips over hers for a sweet, romantic kiss.  As his warm,
moist mouth settled over her lush, full lips, her knees gave way to
the erotic onslaught of his nearness, her hands coming up to clutch
his broad shoulders.  Jean-Luc pulled back, breaking off with several
brief kisses.  Vash's attention was riveted on the man in front of
her.  She thrilled at the breadth of his shoulders compared  to her
tiny palms.  She let her hands glide down the masculine slope of his
shoulders to linger on the bulging biceps of his upper arms.  The play
of the strong muscles beneath her fingertips stirred her senses.  Her
hands journeyed back up to his shoulders, only to slide down the
muscular wall of his chest stroking the rippling pectorals through the
coarse chest hair.

	Picard fought to keep his burgeoning passions in check, wanting to
allow Vash to explore at her own pace.  As her thumbs rubbed
innocently over his hardened nipples, a small groan escaped his lips. 
His shoulders jerked as he swiftly controlled the shudder of need that
ripped through him at her touch and reminded himself that his wife had
always been a quick study.  He wrapped his arms around her small
waist, pulling her soft, supple form to him and capturing her mouth
with his in a deep kiss.  His tongue began a thorough search of the
warm, moist cavern.

	As her lips and tongue responded to his, she was very aware of her
breasts pressed up against the expanse of his chest.   The butterflies
in her stomach turned to shivers of desire, the sensation spreading
throughout her body causing the rosy crests of her breasts to harden. 
As her arms came up to encircle his neck, she lost herself in the
strength of his arms and his clean, masculine scent.  When his mouth
finally released hers, she was gasping for air.

	Compelled by the alluring way the thin cotton moved over the lush
curves of Vash's breasts as she struggled to catch her breath, Picard
reached up to slowly begin untying each satin bow of the dressing gown
in its turn.  Huskily, he informed her, "You won't be needing this."

	"Jean-Luc," Vash stammered apprehensively as her arms fell to her
sides.

	"Shhh, angel," Picard quieted her.  Reaching the last bow, he leaned
in to claim her lips with his, calming her fears with his quiet
strength.   He heard her soft sigh as she abandoned herself to his
kiss.  His mouth slid from hers, moving to explore the soft skin of
her neck.  He spoke in a deep, resonating whisper, "I intend to make
long, lingering, passionate love to you, until you're oblivious to
everything but the pleasure our bodies bring to one another."  He
brought his hands up to push the cotton gown off her shoulders.  "My
beautiful bride, so breathtakingly lovely, I've been longing to
cherish every inch of your exquisite body."  As he bared the feminine
slope of her shoulder, he brushed his lips against the creamy, ivory
skin and murmured, "You're so soft, like warm satin."  His hands
trailed down her arms as he slowly slipped the gown lower until it
fell to the floor to pool at her feet.  "With such beautiful breasts."
 He continued to nuzzle the sensitive spot where her neck met her
shoulder while he set about untying the drawstring of her white,
ruffled pantalets.  Slipping the pantalets past her hips to drop to
the floor, his hands lingered over the supple contours of her back
side, "And perfect, graceful curves."

	Vash's entire body flushed with excitement as she felt the tender
warmth of Jean-Luc's strong hands over her skin, drawing the gown and
pantalets from her body.  Her trepidation was subsiding as she began
to fall under the persuasive sound of his masterful voice.

	Tightly grasping her waist, Picard captured the hardened peak of one
breast in his mouth.  Ravenously, his lips and tongue teased and
tormented one stiff peak and then the other.  He felt the muscles of
his body tighten and his hardness growing with each passing moment.

	When his mouth claimed her breasts, streaks of fire raced through
Vash's body from the sensitive peaks.  With a low moan, she cupped his
head in her hands and drew him in as close as she could, feeling the
sharp ache grow as he suckled first one breast and then the other. 
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as Jean-Luc trailed hot, moist
kisses back up over her chest and throat.  Straightening up to look
into her face, he pulled her to him and splayed his hands low across
her back molding her hips to his.  Vash trembled at the erotic
pressure of his hard arousal pressed against her through the leather
of his trousers.  She panted under her breath, "You're already . . .
Oh Jean-Luc. . . I can feel you against me."

	"It's no wonder, my blue-eyed siren, I've been aching for you for
what seems like days." Picard rumbled just before his lips covered
hers in a fiercely possessive kiss.  As his tongue plundered the
depths of her mouth, he crushed her soft, supple curves against him. 
Her arms encircled his neck as she returned his passion.  Breaking the
kiss, he pulled back from her.  Effortlessly, he swept her up in his
arms and carried her toward the bed.  He rasped hoarsely, "Bedtime,
fair maiden."

	Vash buried her head in his shoulder listening to the rapid pounding
of her own heart.  She welcomed the reassurance she found in the
strength of his arms, the solid expanse of his chest, and the clean,
natural, masculine smell of him.  Gently, Jean-Luc laid her down on
the soft bedding.  Desire smoldered in his steel grey eyes as he
quickly stripped off his boots and trousers.  Vash's breath caught in
her throat at the sight of the hard length of his body and her eyes
went wide with astonishment.  Looking up at him, she stammered,
"That's huge.  It's never going to fit."

	"It always has before.  And if you're not careful with those kind
comments, by the time we get back to the Enterprise my male ego will
be huge." He chuckled softly, as he moved to kneel on the bed next to
her.

	Inquisitively, Vash reached out to wrap her hand around him. 
Jean-Luc closed his eyes and groaned as the hard length leapt at her
touch.  She delighted in his reactions as she experimented with
different rhythms.

	Picard opened his eyes to see the mischievous expression on Vash's
face.  'The little minx, quick study indeed.'  He thought to himself. 
Taking a deep breath, he gently captured her hand and moved it away. 
"You can play later, chere.  Right now, I have a mission to complete."
 He moved one hand down to gently nudge her legs further apart. 
Feeling her tremble with nervousness, he slowed his pace to rebuild
her passion and make her forget her fear.  He moved over her, grasping
each of her small hands in his and spreading their arms to either
side.  "That's it, just take a deep breath."  He coaxed as he nuzzled
her sensitive skin.  "Feel how we fit together."  Picard mumbled
against her throat, feeling her relaxing beneath the reassuring weight
of his own body.  Releasing her hands, he moved back slightly to give
himself room to tantalize and torment his nervous bride until she was
lost in the sensations.

	Lowering his face to hers, Jean-Luc began to nibble at Vash's lips
with brief, feather-like kisses.  The teasing nips made her yearn for
more.  Her skin tingled as Jean-Luc's large hands slid up her stomach
to rest just below the full curves of her breasts.  Covering her mouth
with his in a long, deep kiss, his hands cupped her breasts, rubbing
his thumbs over the hardened peaks.  Vash reeled from the onslaught of
sensations.  Heated waves of arousal caused a tight knot of desire in
her stomach by the time his mouth finally released hers.  Breathing
hard, Vash looked up to see Jean-Luc studying her face.  Leaning in,
he placed an open mouth kiss on the hollow of her throat, flicking his
tongue very rapidly against the pulse point.  She closed her eyes and
rolled her head back on the pillow, softly moaning.

	Picard's mouth made its way down the silken expanse of her skin to
the full curves still cupped in his hands.  His lips imprisoning the
stiff nipple of one of her breasts, he leisurely swirled his tongue
over the taut peak.  Vash moaned his name as she held his head with
both hands, pulling him even closer.  Savoring her impassioned
reactions, he nipped at the hardened crest slightly before suckling
strongly.  Only when he felt her writhing beneath his hot, moist
assault did he allow one hand to surreptitiously drift lower until it
reached its intended destination.  He gently cupped his hand over her,
hearing her gasp as his fingertips barely brushed her desire.  What he
discovered drove his own need up yet another notch.  She was wet.  His
voice resonated over her skin as he rasped, "Mon Dieu, your body is
incredibly responsive."

	"Please . . .Oh Jean-Luc,"  Vash whimpered mindlessly, her arms now
down at her sides, hands clutching at the sheets.  Her entire body
felt as if it was made of liquid flames.  Jean-Luc's fingers stroked
her with the skill of a virtuoso, taking her to near insanity.  The
burning needs his questing hand was building threatened to overwhelm
her.   "Ohhh  . . . Please  . . . it's too much."

	"Not nearly,"  Picard breathed in her ear, nipping at the sensitive
earlobe as he continued to arouse her.  He carefully slipped a finger
inside, finding the expected barrier.  Mindful of the boundary, his
fingers continued to caress and fill her erotically.  Knowing her
body's rhythm as if it was his own, he took her just to the edge and
tethered her there.  As her hips started to move against his hand, he
growled with masculine satisfaction, "Right there, chere? . . .Oui . .
.right there."

	Jean-Luc's erotic ministrations set every nerve in Vash's body on
fire.  When his hand suddenly left her, she moaned in confusion.
"Jean-Luc?"

	"Let me in, Vash." Picard commanded gently as he moved to cover her
body with his own.

	"Jean . . ."  Vash's wavering voice trailed off.  The hard length of
Jean-Luc's body weighed her down, pressing her into the soft bedding. 
With his coarse chest hair tormenting her inflamed nipples, she
writhed beneath him, desperate from the carnal ache inside her.

	"Let me in.  I can feel your body, petite amie.  You're ready." 
Picard coaxed.  Vash shifted her legs and he settled himself between
her thighs.  With his arms braced on either side of her shoulders, he
hovered over her.   As he nudged himself  into her softness, he
groaned, "Oui . . . you're ready."

	Vash gasped at the erotic pressure of him pushing against her.  She
felt him ease himself just barely inside her, his body gently rocking
back and forth, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of things to come. 
Every fiber of her being seared with sexual passion.  She wanted to
surrender herself to him, to feel him deep inside her, filling her
completely.  Her arms encircled his neck and her eyes locked with his
as she pleaded breathlessly, "Please, Jean-Luc . . . do it now . . . I
need to feel you inside me."

	"Look into my eyes, ma chere.  Trust me." Picard whispered in a soft,
bedroom baritone.  Giving him a small smile, she nodded and grasped
his broad shoulders.  He entered her with one deep, powerful thrust,
his body completely filling hers.  Vash bit her lower lip to keep from
crying out, her small hands digging into the hard muscles of his
shoulders.  Wanting to give her body time to adjust to his, he held
himself immobile and used his weight to pin her hips in place. The
feeling of her body seizing his was almost overwhelming.  He had
expected it to be a very snug fit.  It always was.  However, he wasn't
prepared for this.  'Mon Dieu, she's tight.' Picard thought to himself
as sweat beaded on his brow and he took in deep breaths, struggling to
control himself.  Lowering his head, he nuzzled her neck and murmured
into the soft skin, "Vash . . .my sweet, sweet Vash."

	The pain was quick, sharp and then subsided.  She took comfort in his
masculine presence and the weight of his body pressing hers into the
soft bedding as her body adapted to his.  As he nuzzled her neck, she
could feel him buried deep inside her.  The heat and fullness of it
were utterly delicious.  This new and exciting sensation was now
fueling her desires.  Moving restlessly beneath his long hard form,
she purred, "Jean-Luc?"

	Picard lifted his head to stare down at her, his grey eyes filled
with loving concern, "Are you all right, ma petite?  Did I hurt . . ."

	"I'm fine."  Vash assured him, tenderly wiping the perspiration from
his brow.  Encircling his neck with her arms, she gazed up at him
through her lashes.  In a soft, shy voice, she whispered, "Make love
to me, Jean-Luc."

	"Je t' aime."  Picard whispered, his mouth capturing hers in a deep,
passionate kiss.  Never breaking the kiss, he began moving in and out
of her softness in a slow, steady pace.  As her movements fell into
step with his, he reveled in the waves of pleasure that washed over
him.  His lips and tongue mimicked his body's deep caress of the
beautiful woman beneath him.  He felt Vash's body tightening around
him, drawing him in deeper and deeper.  He could sense her impatience
as the supple curves of her body instinctively molded to his.  He
gradually increased the rhythm and she matched his movements, the
urgency overtaking both of them.  Breaking the kiss, he raised his
head up to look down into her lovely face.  Vash opened her eyes to
the captivating gaze of her husband.  Not breaking stride, Picard
watched her eyes fill with wonder as she arched herself toward him,
her entire body shuddering as she lost herself in her first release.

	Vash collapsed into the soft bedding, spasms and tremors of pleasure
still racing through her body.  She looked up to see Jean-Luc smiling
at her, appearing insufferably satisfied.  Still breathless, she
teased, "You seem rather pleased with yourself, Captain."

	"Not with myself, with you." His voice was husky with desire as he
corrected her.  "I've never seen anything as beautiful or as erotic as
you are at the peak of ecstasy."

	"Je t' aime."  She replied, blushing at his praise.  She glanced up
at him coyly from the corner of her eyes.  "I take it this . . ." she
clenched herself around him deep inside, delighting in his surprised
groan, "means we aren't finished yet?"

	Out of concern for her, Picard pushed his own desire aside. 
Tenderly, he asked, "Are you sore, chere?"

	Stretching indulgently, feeling the brief spark as her hips moved
slightly around him still inside her, she purred, "Not nearly enough."

	Smiling at her characteristic response, Picard rewarded her with a
hot, deep kiss full of the promise of passion yet to come.  Moving one
hand down to the small of her back, he pulled her hips tighter against
his own.  Breaking the kiss he murmured, "well, in that case," and
swiftly rolled so that he was lying on his back and Vash was staring
down at him with an astonished gaze.  "You may indulge yourself."

	With her hands splayed across the hard expanse of his chest, Vash
pushed herself to a sitting position.  Watching his reaction
carefully, she slowly raised herself up almost pulling completely away
from him, pausing a moment before slowly lowering herself back down. 
As she repeated the long, deliberate, stroke, she could feel his body
bury itself deep inside hers.   With a ragged breath, Jean-Luc grasped
her hips.  Immediately, Vash clasped his hands in hers and spread them
to either side of his body.  "Relax, my love.  That's it, just take a
deep breath."  Rolling her hips in a circular motion, she cooed, "Feel
how we fit together."

	Hearing his own words thrown back at him, he muttered softly under
his breath.

	"What was that?"  She inquired sweetly as she rolled her hips again.

	"Witch, I said witch."   Picard gritted through tightly clenched
teeth.

	"Sure, that's what I thought you said."  She chuckled at the effect
she was having on Jean-Luc and the heady sensation of power that it
gave her.

	"Vash . . .  s'il . . . vous . . .  plait."  He panted, pleadingly.

	Once again bracing her hands against his chest, she continued with
her torturous, deliberate movements.  The erotic milking sensation her
movements ignited spurred her to a faster pace.  Her knees dug into
his sides as she came down on him over and over.  She felt his hands
move back to her hips and his powerful thrusts matching her every
stroke.  Vash clenched her fists, curled among the coarse hair of his
chest, as the hard knot of desire drove her to a cadence of furious
intensity.  She closed her eyes as the urgency blossomed.  When her
body rocked with overwhelming ecstasy, she threw her head back,
screaming out, "Jean-Luc!"

	Vash collapsed against his Picard's damp chest.  As her ragged
breathing rasped in his ear, his own body still craved release.  He
gave into the urge to roll them both over and take her hard and fast. 
As he pressed her back into the mattress, he growled, "I need you."

	Nipping at his earlobe, Vash wrapped her legs around his hips,
pulling him in deeper, tacitly encouraging him on.

	Needing no further urging, he set a rhythm of intense hunger. 
Fiercely, he drove deep into her over and over.  His mouth claimed her
lips in a searing kiss just as ferocious as the way his body was
possessing hers.  Like a mirror image of his own need, she matched him
motion for motion.  All of his control was lost to the burning
pleasure he felt as her body moved in perfect synchronization with his
own.

	As Vash twisted her hips up to challenge every powerful thrust, wave
after wave of pleasure pulsed through her.  Once again, Jean-Luc was
taking her closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.  His body
violently plummeted into her own.  As an explosive release tore
through her, she arched toward him crying out, "Ohhh my God . . .
Jean-Luc  . . .it's happening again!"

	"Yes . . .Oui . . .Yes."  His roar of conquest merged into a feral
duet with her cries of surrender and he drove himself into her with a
renewed urgency.  With one final hard thrust, he held himself deep
inside her as his own powerful release ripped through him.


	Vash welcomed Jean-Luc's weight as he collapsed against her.  Gasping
for breath, she wondered if her quaking body and racing pulse would
ever calm back down to normal.  As their breathing slowed, she nuzzled
his shoulder and commented,  "That was definitely the 'O' in Oh my
God."

	"So I heard." Picard sighed contentedly, as he felt her small hands
roaming over his back.

	"And, we do this all the time?" Vash marveled, enjoying the play of
his strong muscles beneath her fingertips.

	He raised himself up on his forearms and gave her a wry smile.  "As
often as I can talk you into it."

	Vash's hands drifted down to the muscular expanse of his chest, her
fingers running idly through the coarse hair.  She glanced up at him
through her lashes, "Of course, I suppose I never try to talk you into
it."

	"Lets just say you never have to talk very long."  Picard replied as
his appreciative gaze traveled over her.  She was always so beautiful
after lovemaking, with a rosy flush that highlighted her ivory skin,
her lush lips swollen from his kisses and her dark hair fanned out
across the pillow.

	Vash couldn't help herself from following this further.  "These brief
conversations, have they happened anywhere interesting?  Like your
readyroom, the holodeck . . ."

	"The readyroom was my idea.  However, the holodeck was all your idea.
 I'm still astounded that you modified that Dixon Hill program so that
. . ."  He trailed off as he saw her intently curious expression. 
With a rueful chuckle, he rolled off to lay on his back next to her.
"You're going to be the death of me, chere.  The last thing I should
do is give you any ideas.  Afterall, you'll have your memory back soon
enough."

	"Well, I'm sure I  leave you with the time and energy to make it to
the bridge."  She teased.

	"Barely."

	"Are you implying I'm good at this?"  She baited impishly.

	"Three times right out of the starting gate?"  He reached up to rub
the bridge of his nose. "I'd say that makes you something of a
natural."

	"I think that has more to do with the jockey involved." Vash giggled.
 Playfully swatting at his arm, she lamented, "Now look, you even have
me making those damn horse analogies.  And my inner thigh muscles are
still trembling."

	"I'm not surprised.  We've both had quite a workout." Picard pulled
the covers up over them. Drawing her into his arms, he gently kissed
her forehead as she snuggled into his embrace.  "We should probably
rest, since we have no idea when Q will decide to end this little
game."

	"Did you enjoy yourself?" Vash asked with a drowsy smile.

	"I think the answer to that is obvious." Picard replied.  Watching
her experience passion for seemingly the first time had been more
wondrous than he could have ever imagined.  However, he was not about
to admit that outloud to Vash while there was a chance Q might over
hear.

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

	"Of course he enjoyed himself." Q's voice rang out just before the
blinding flash of white light.  Picard and Vash were back in their
quarters on the Enterprise and everthing was just as it had been
before.  Vash was standing in Picard's arms, leaning back against his
chest and wearing his uniform dress jacket to cover her pink, babydoll
nightie.  Q stood across the room from them with a smirk on his face,
"And now we're all right back where we started."

	With a soft moan, Vash sagged in Picard's embrace.  Instantly, he
swept her tiny frame up into his arms.  "Vash?"

	"I'm all right, Jean-Luc.  It was just a brief wave of dizziness." 
She assured him, hearing the unmistakable alarm in his voice.  As he
walked over to the bed, her arms encircled his neck and she gave him a
naughty smile, "That, and my legs aren't real steady yet."

	Setting her down gently on the bed, he asked, "Your memory?"

	"Weird, but back.  Afterall, how many women have two first times?"
Vash smiled up at him as she stroked his cheek with her hand.

	"I could fix that."  Q offered.  "By making her forget all the
others."

	"NO!" Picard spun to face the entity.  Regaining his composure, he
added, "You've done quite enough already."

	"I was only trying to be helpful." Q bemoaned.

	"Helpful?"  Picard echoed, "Then be someplace else."

	"And your thoughts, Madame Picard?"  The entity inquired.

	Vash leaned back on the pillows with a satisfied smile, "That it was
a nice, uncharacteristically pleasant surprise from you and it would
behoove you to leave before the afterglow fades."

	"As you wish, my lady." Q bowed to Vash before disappearing in a
flash of light.

	"He left.  Just like that.  He left." Picard noted in amazement,
turning to look at Vash.  She hadn't heard him.  She was curled up in
his jacket, sound asleep.

**FINIS**

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