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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: Nocturnal Transmissions
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG 
Repost: 2/7
Rating: NC-17 
Codes: P/Vash
Synopsis: The evil alternate Picard from the mirror universe returns
for Vash.  Can Picard stop his counterpart and save the love of his
life?

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 1

	"Jean-Luc!" Her cry still reverberated through the room as Vash sat
bolt upright in bed alone, her eyes wide open and her heart pounding. 
She reached over to the nightstand and turned the lights on dimly. 
Looking down, she found her wedding ring glimmering comfortingly on
her left hand.  She ran her hand through her hair, greatly relieved to
find herself back on the USS Enterprise E in the cabin she shared with
her husband of almost one year, Captain Jean-Luc Picard.  Jean-Luc was
on the bridge, having taken a late duty shift to oversee the
monitoring of a star going nova.

	"Easy now, Vash, it was only a dream," she chided herself out loud. 
Only the most disturbing, intense, erotic dream she had ever
experienced in her life.  She couldn't remember any dream being so
vividly real.  It was also the only time she had ever had a dream
about the alternate universe's Jean-Luc Picard. "But damn, what a
dream."

	Tossing back the covers, she sat on the edge of her bed for a second
before standing up and smoothing out her nightgown.  The short
negligee, with its simple lines in white satin and thin spaghetti
straps, was her favorite.  She had a closet full of lingerie that was
far more elaborate and ornate, but she loved this one for its sexy
simplicity.  She made her way to the bathroom.

	Leaning low over the bathroom sink, she splashed some cool water on
her face to try and calm herself.  As she dried her face off with a
towel, she peaked into the mirror above the sink and groaned at the
disarray of her hair.  Picking up her silver hairbrush, she began to
brush her hair back into its proper place.  Vash knew her husband was
not very sympathetic about bad hair moments.  Once, when she was upset
with her hair, he had told her that, in his humble opinion, any day
with hair was a good hair day.  She responded by throwing her silver
hairbrush his retreating backend.  The good captain had learned two
very important lessons that day.  The first was that you never tease
woman about bad hair and the second was that his wife had damn good
aim.

 	As she brushed out her hair, Vash's thoughts wandered back to the
dream she had just had.  She was troubled by the fact that she had
dreamed about that other Jean-Luc Picard.  Why, after all this time--
it had been almost year and a half-- would she dream about him now? 
After all she was a very happily married woman.  Of course, this was
an evil alternate of her very sexy husband.  And why was it such an
intensely vivid, erotic dream?  She did a little mental figuring.  It
wasn't even baby week, which was Beverly's little nickname for the
fertile point in a woman's cycle when the sex drive usually went up a
notch.

	Captain Jean-Luc Picard quietly slipped into his quarters.  Things
had gone very well with monitoring the nova and he had managed to
finish up a few hours early.  As he sat down in a chair to slip off
his boots, he heard a plaintive meow.  Charcoal, Vash's small black
cat, was making her nightly rounds of the cabin.  The cat sauntered up
and rubbed the back of his hand as he unfastened his boots.

	"Shhhh, girl," Picard whispered gently to the tiny animal as he
scratched it behind the ears.  "We really don't want to wake her up,
now do we?"

	Charcoal, now satisfied that both of her people were where they were
supposed to be, continued on with her nightly rounds.  As Picard
reached his bedroom door, he glanced behind him and smiled at the
sight of the cat stalking some nonexistent prey under his desk. Picard
chuckled under his breath, "That's it, I'm cutting you off from the
catnip."

	As he undid the fasteners of his uniform jacket and slipped it off,
he stepped into the bedroom.  He instantly realized the lights were on
dimly and that Vash wasn't in the unmade bed.  Laying his jacket on a
bedroom chair, he quickly stripped off his tunic and tee shirt.  He
noticed the light coming from the open bathroom door and silently
moved to stand in the doorway.

	He stood there, behind Vash, watching her brush her silky brunette
hair.  He loved to watch her, especially when she wasn't aware of his
attention.  The delicate white satin of her negligee clung to the
perfect curves of her body.  In the mirror's reflection he could see
the lush cleavage revealed by the negligee's thin straps and low scoop
neckline.  With every stroke of the hairbrush, the very short negligee
rode up Vash's long, shapely legs until it barely covered the
roundness of her backside.  The muscles of his body tightened in an
ardent response to the way the flimsy material molded itself to the
flare of her hips, her slim waist, and the graceful arch of her spine.
 For a moment, he entertained the delightfully naughty thought of
pushing that material up just a few more inches and making love to her
right there over the bathroom sink.  In a low whisper he told her,
"You're so breathtakingly lovely."

	Startled, Vash jumped slightly and gasped when she looked up to see
his reflection in the mirror.  Seeing the concern in his gentle, grey
eyes, she instantly realized it was her own Jean-Luc.  She smiled at
him, "Jean-Luc, I didn't hear you come in."

	"I thought you would be asleep and I didn't want to wake you," he
said softly as he stepped forward to encircle her tiny waist with his
arms.  "I'm sorry if I frightened you. It's 0300, what are you doing
awake? Is something wrong?"

	"Not really, I just had a dream that startled me awake. That's all,"
Vash sighed as she set down the brush.  She leaned back against him,
enjoying the feel of his warm, strong arms wrapped around her. She
took a deep breath, delighting in the clean, masculine scent of his
aftershave.  She covered his arms with her own and teased him, "Of
course, it's all your fault.  I'm not used to sleeping in that big bed
all by myself and I got lonely."

	"I beg her majesty's forgiveness.  How may I make amends?" he teased
back as he let go of her, smiling at the reflection of her lovely face
in the mirror.  He loved the way her blue eyes sparkled when she
smiled at him and the way they flashed fire when he made love to her. 
Reaching up, he slowly slipped one of the straps off the feminine
curve of her shoulder.  Lowering his head, he let his lips gently
brush kisses along the soft, ivory skin.

	"This is a good start," Vash sighed as she felt his lips gently
caress her shoulder.  She arched her back as his hands slid up to cup
her breasts through the satin of her negligee.  As she did, she became
aware of the rock-hard condition of his lower body.  "Well, as long as
we're both up," Vash began then broke off with a sharp gasp as his
fingers began to titillate her nipples.  Suddenly she pulled away from
his hands and spun around to face him.  When Picard started to speak,
she put a finger to his lips and softly shook her head no.  Vash threw
her head back exposing the graceful lines of her throat, as she slowly
slid the remaining strap off her shoulder to allow the negligee to
slither down her body to the floor.  She stepped out of the satin pile
at her feet and advanced on Picard.  With one hand entwined in the
coarse hair on his muscular chest, she pushed him backward until he
bumped against the doorjamb.  "Say my name, Jean-Luc."

	"Vash," whispered Picard, slightly breathless and still somewhat
unsure of what she had in mind.  The sweet scent of her along with the
sight of the ivory skin and feminine curves of her nude body were
playing havoc with his senses.

	Leaning forward, Vash gently nipped at one of his pebble-like
nipples. "Who am I, Jean-Luc?"

	"Madame Picard, my love," Jean-Luc answered in a throaty growl.

	"Good boy," Vash murmured as her tongue swirled over the nipple she
had just nipped.  Her mouth moved up to strong square lines of his
jaw.  With her teeth, she gently nipped at the skin and then
immediately caressed the area with her tongue.  She continued to
nibble-lick along his jawline, noting the tightening of the muscles as
Jean-Luc responded to this new, but obviously successful, stimulation.
 She brought both hands up to knead the hard expanse of his chest,
enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling beneath her ministrations.

	Picard's head dropped back to rest against the doorframe, enjoying
whatever had gotten into Vash and what she was doing to him. He closed
his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her full, luscious mouth
as she began to alternately nibble and lick her way down his throat.
He could feel her small hands massaging and caressing the muscles of
his chest and moving down towards his abdomen.  Picard thought briefly
about moving them both in to the bed, but all rational thought fled
when Vash's mouth closed around one of his nipples and began to pull
at it erotically.  He brought his hands up to cup her silken head and
pull her closer, wanting more of the sensations she was building in
him.

	Vash felt his hands come up to either side of her head.  Without
missing a beat, she entwined her fingers in his and moved her arms so
that his hands, clasped with her own, were behind his back, resting on
his hips.

	"For the rest of this night, Jean-Luc, you are mine, body and soul"

	"For the rest of my life, ma chere," Jean-Luc whispered in response.

	When Vash heard the warm timbre of his voice and the answer that it
carried, she pulled back slightly to smile into his very aroused,
steel grey eyes.  She loosened her clasp of his hands and slowly
traced small circles across the backs of his hands.  The circles
widened until her fingers strayed from their path and began skimming
upward along his arms.  Her hands lingered of their own accord on the
solid, bulging biceps of his upper arms.  The tender strength they
represented were a constant source of amazement and arousal to her. 
Continuing their journey, her hands rubbed across his broad shoulders,
now covered in a slight sheen of sweat as Jean-Luc's body continued to
react to her touch.  Tracing up his neck to the hair of his temple,
she allowed her thumbs to caress the outline of his ears.  Her hands
cupped his head and pulled his face down to hers.  His lips were  firm
but pliant as she captured them in a fiercely demanding kiss.  Forcing
her tongue between his lips, she ravaged every corner of his mouth.

	Picard kept his burgeoning passions in check and allowed Vash to
continue to set the pace of this encounter.  His hands slipped around
to grasp her hips and pull them into his own, rocking her against the
hard evidence of the effect she was having on him.  Immediately, he
regretted starting that as Vash wrapped one leg around his hip, giving
her free access to rock herself against him even harder.  He could
feel the full curves of her breasts, with their hardened peaks,
rubbing against his chest.  As she took over and set the pace of their
erotic rocking motion, her tongue began to match the tempo in it's own
fashion as she continued to explore and dominate his mouth.  He
groaned into her mouth as she continued to increase the urgency of
their movements.  With a gasp of satisfaction, Vash arched into him,
using her leg to pull his hips tight against hers.

	"Well, that was fun," Vash commented breathlessly as she pulled away
from him slightly.  Looking down she arched an eyebrow and continued,
"but apparently you're not ready to settle down for the night yet."

	Jean-Luc groaned in frustration, afraid that she was simply
sleepwalking and was going to go back to bed, leaving him like this
for the rest of the night.  Confused, dazed, and bewildered he reached
out to Vash whispering her name pleadingly.

	"Don't worry, darling, we're not finished yet, not by a long shot,"
Vash cooed.  Her release had only added to her need instead of sating
it.  She rested her hands on his shoulders, thrilling at the breadth
of them compared to her tiny palms.  Vash's hands started to roam over
the well-defined muscles of his shoulders and upper arms.  Gliding her
hands down his chest to explore the rippling pectorals, she lowered
her mouth to let her tongue trace his collarbone, savoring the taste
of his skin.  Her hands journeyed further down the lean, tapering
lines of his torso to the taut strength of his stomach.  Vash let her
mouth drift to the center of his chest, swirling her tongue through
the coarse hair as she went.  She gently took one of his nipples
between her lips and rolled her tongue over it while her hands found
the waistband of his uniform trousers.  Swiftly, she opened his
trousers and grasped him expertly.  She heard a groan from the back of
his throat as her hand took up the familiar rhythm.

	"Oh Johnny, you're really hard," Vash purred seductively into his
chest, using a pet name she usually reserved for lovemaking.  As her
hand continued to caress him, she asked sweetly, "Did I do this to
you?"

	"Oh yes!" Picard breathed, more in response to the sensations caused
by her delicate fingers than to her question.  He thought he might
actually lose his mind as her lush mouth followed her skillful hands
down his body.  A trail of hot kisses sparked fire down his abdomen,
nearly exploding when her lips replaced her hand, claiming him in a
most erotic manner.  He reached overhead to grip the top of the
doorframe hard, trying to keep control as the moist heat of her mouth
enveloped him.  Unbidden, his eyes looked down at the seductress
tormenting him and immediately regretted that as he saw the sight that
met his eyes.  Now on her knees in front of him, she paused briefly
and looked up through her lashes to coyly meet his gaze. 
Deliberately, she swirled her delicate pink tongue around him, making
sure he could see her every movement.  Arching an eyebrow up at him,
she redoubled her efforts.  His head fell back against the door frame
and he moaned, "Oh Vash."

	Vash managed to remove his trousers without straying from her task. 
She was thoroughly enjoying herself as she took him just to the edge,
keeping him there as she listened to his ragged breathing.  Every
nerve in her own body tingled with anticipation. The fires of her
excitement fed off his.  The sight of his lean, powerful body
stretched out in front of her with the hard, sweat-dampened muscles
straining as he fought to keep control was extremely erotic.  Her
mouth kept up the tempo as she reached up to gently rake the tips of
her fingernails down the tense muscles of his abdomen.  She was
delighted as he responded by moaning her name again.  Only when she
knew he was at his limit did she let up.  She moved back up his body,
using her lips, tongue and hands to explore every muscular inch of his
body.  Reaching his mouth, she crushed her lips to his in a deeply
ravenous kiss, her tongue searching for and finding his.  He brought
his hands down to gently rest on her hips as his mouth responded to
the demands of hers.  Finally, she let them both come up for air.

	"The bed?" Picard managed to gasp, his voice hoarse with sexual
arousal.

	"Too far," Vash responded breathlessly, as she grabbed his shoulders,
pulling him to the floor with her.  Pushing him down to lay on his
back, Vash braced her hands on his broad shoulders and straddled his
hips.  Leaning forward to capture his mouth in another heated kiss,
she rubbed her hips against his in a tantalizing simulation of what
they both so fiercely needed.  Ending the kiss, Vash sat up straight
to brazenly gaze down into his smoldering grey eyes.

	Picard stared up at Vash, completely transfixed, as she sensuously
trailed her hands up her body.  He watched as, slowly, her hands
slipped up the soft skin of her thighs to the slight flare of her
hips.  His own hands itched to replace hers as they continued over her
hips, across the flat plane of her stomach and tiny waist to the full
curves of her breasts.  His breath caught at the small, enigmatic
smile she gave him as her hands leisurely moved up her neck and
entangled her fingers in her silky, brunette hair.  Wishing he could
feel her hair spilling through his fingers, he watched as she piled
her hair seductively on top of her head with her fingers.  Still
entranced, he wet his lips with his tongue as Vash let her head roll
back.  Every fiber of his being seared with sexual passion as she
arched her back provocatively.  Her bent back position offered the
perfect view of her breasts, with their lush roundness and ivory skin.
 He was willing to give anything at that moment to explore the
hardened, rosy peaks with his mouth.  Instead, he slid his hands up to
cup her lovely breasts, caressing them possessively.

	"Oh Johnny," Vash moaned.  She arched back even farther, pushing her
aching breasts into the exquisite sensations caused by the tender
strength of his hands.  She could feel his body's hard response
pulsing against her inner thigh.  Vash knew Jean-Luc wanted to take
over and that she was testing the limits of his legendary
self-control.  But, trying to nudge that incredible self-control was
so much fun!  She really had to admire the restraint he had shown. 
Taking in a deep breath, Vash allowed herself just to luxuriate in the
masculine presence of the man beneath her.

	Picard's eyes swept over Vash as she sat astride him, stretching
indulgently like a contented cat.  The urge to roll them both over and
take her hard and fast was almost overwhelming.  He was not really
sure why he was fighting that urge, just that it was important that he
fight it.  He was so desperate for her and Vash seemed to be willing
to take her own sweet time.  His arms fell back to his sides, clenched
fists resting on the carpet next to her knees.  As his overheated
synapses searched for some way to convince her to show him mercy, he
remembered something she had said earlier.

	"Vash, I need you."  His deep, resonating whisper was hungry with
passion as he pleaded with her. "S'il vous plait, Madame Picard?"

	"Oh yes, Jean-Luc," Vash rasped, closing her eyes in a near swoon as
she heard his wonderful voice caress her name.  She gradually released
her hair, letting the silky strands stream back down to her shoulders.
 Deciding that she had tortured them both long enough, Vash sat up
straight and looked down at him.  His breathing was uneven and the
tense muscles of his body glistened under a thin layer of perspiration
as he struggled to control his need.  Vash braced her hands against
the damp, muscles of his broad chest as she lifted her hips slightly. 
She heard his gasp as she took his body into hers.  She closed her
eyes and savored the delicious feeling as she very slowly lowered
herself onto him.  Finally, she settled her hips against his, allowing
her body to adjust to the heat and fullness of his body buried deep
inside hers.  She sighed sensuously, "Oh, you feel so good."

	Picard closed his eyes and arched his back at the sensations that
coursed through him as Vash started to very gently rock her hips back
and forth.  With long, deliberate strokes, she would slowly raise
herself up almost pulling completely away from him before slowly
lowering herself back down onto him.  Her steady, leisurely tempo was
driving him mad with desire.  He could feel his body bury itself deep
inside hers with each and every descent.  Her hands rested flat
against his chest as she continued her methodical movements.  Vash
gradually began to tense and her body tightened around his.  She
continued her relaxed pace even as her entire body shuddered with
completion.

	"Oh Jean-Luc," Vash sighed as her release gently washed over her.  It
just wasn't enough, her body still craved more.  She leaned down to
capture his lips in a deep kiss.  As her tongue searched his mouth,
her body continued to move against his, slowly at first, but steadily
building the pace.  Breaking the kiss, she raised up slightly and
braced her hands on the masculine slope of his shoulders.

	"Yes, Vash," Picard hissed as he felt her finally increase the tempo.
Taking advantage of her position, he raised his head to claim the
hardened peak of one her breasts in his mouth.  Using his lips and
tongue, he tormented the rosy crest.  Throwing her head back with a
soft moan, Vash started to move against him even faster, grinding her
hips into his with each stroke.  As his mouth pulled and teased the
peak of her other breast, he felt her knees push into his sides as she
came down on him over and over. Unleashing the tight rein he had held
on his own passions, he began driving his hips up to meet her every
motion, relishing in the punishing pace she was setting.

	Vash's fingernails dug into his shoulders as he spurred her to higher
heights of desire.  She could feel an overwhelming pressure building
inside her and she pushed them both harder, wanting more.  His hands
moved to tightly grip her hips as he thrust up powerfully to meet her,
driving her to increase their cadence to one of furious intensity. 
With each swift movement, his body completely filled her own.  As a
final, overwhelming release came in wave after wave of ecstasy
crashing over her, Vash cried out, "Now, Jean-Luc, Now!"

	Hearing Vash call out, Picard gripped her hips even tighter,
thrusting into her with an ever increasing urgency.  The tension that
she had been building in him all night finally reached a crescendo.
With one last thrust, he held himself deep inside her as his own
powerful release ripped through him.  His entire body arched up into
hers as he called out her name.

	Exhausted, Vash collapsed against the damp, muscular expanse of his
chest.  As spasms of pleasure still coursed through her trembling
body, she felt his warm, strong arms wrap around her to hold her
tightly to him.  Quietly, they both laid there, enjoying the feel of
their sweat-dampened bodies and feeling their hearts race together as,
gradually, their breathing slowed.

	After awhile, Vash sat up straight.  With a self-satisfied smile on
her face and her blue eyes sparkling, she greeted her husband with a
very perky, "Hello Jean-Luc."

	Picard briefly closed his eyes and shook his head with gentle
exasperation.  He looked back up at the lovely imp still perched on
top of him as he sighed, "What in the devil got into you?"

	Vash just couldn't help herself, she glanced down at where their
bodies were still joined.  Placing her hands on her hips, she looked
back up and raised an eyebrow at him meaningfully with an obvious
answer to his question poised on her lips.

	Before she could answer him, Picard placed a finger against her lush
lips to stop her. "It was meant as a rhetorical question."

	Vash kissed his finger tenderly before taking his hand in both of
hers.  Resting her chin on their clasped hands, Vash purred, "But, I
had a really wonderful answer."

	"Oh, I'm sure," Picard retorted dryly, rolling his eyes.  He shifted
slightly, becoming aware of the scratchy feel of the carpet underneath
him.  He looked up into her lovely face and gently lamented, "Vash,
this homecoming was truly wonderful; however, the carpet is becoming a
tad uncomfortable and I probably have one hell of a rug burn.  Do you
think you could possibly let me up now?"

	"Oh, I suppose I have to let you up sometime," Vash sighed
melodramatically as she got to her feet in a graceful series of fluid
movements.

	"It would make commanding the ship easier," he quipped, sitting up
and tentatively rubbing his back.

	Vash placed a quick kiss on the top of his smooth scalp and chuckled,
"a rug burn, huh? Maybe you'll remember that the next time you have
the urge to lay me down on a rug in front of a fireplace, the rocks
next to a waterfall, a blanket in the middle of a wine vineyard or a
cavefloor."  Walking over to retrieve her negligee, she added, "Or the
next time you decide to bend me into some ridiculous position over a
computer console, your readyroom desk, the pilot's chair on a shuttle,
or even the bathroom sink"

	'The bathroom sink? What does she do, read my mind?' Picard thought
to himself as he got to his feet and gave her his most innocent 'What
me?' expression.

	"Like you weren't thinking it," Vash teased him playfully as she
headed back over to the bed with the negligee in her hands.  "You
might be able to fool your command staff, but I know better. You're a
bad boy, Johnny Picard."

	"Indeed," he gave her a sly smile, gently snatching the satin
material out of her hands as she passed by him.  "Then, you won't be
needing this, will you?"

	"Touche," Vash replied as she climbed back into their bed.  She
watched him toss the negligee over to join his jacket on the bedroom
chair.  She expected him to join her in the bed, instead he walked
over to the bathroom doorway and started to examine it.  Confused, she
asked, "What are you doing now?"

	"I thought I pulled the doorframe loose when you were . . . when you
were . ." Picard paused a moment, shaking his head ruefully as he
inspected the doorframe.  Clearing his throat, he continued, "We are
both well aware of what you were doing at the time."

	"You loved it," Vash cooed at him boldly.  Having a very amusing
thought, she laid back against her pillow and giggled, "Oh please, oh
please, oh please!"

	"Oh please what?" he asked as he turned to head for the bed.

	Vash stared at the ceiling as she laughed, "Please let me be there
when you explain that one to Geordi."

	As he got into bed next to her and turned out the lights, Picard
replied, "Vash, I'm the captain. I don't have to explain things."

	"Oh."

	"You were right about one thing, though," he admitted softly into her
ear as he pulled her into his arms.

	"And that was?" she whispered sleepily, snuggling into his warm
embrace.

	"I loved it."

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

End Part 2

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