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Title: Nocturnal Transmissions
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG 
Repost: 3/7
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 Part2

	"Vash, are you all right?"

	Vash blinked as Dr. Beverly Crusher's voice shook her out of her own
thoughts.  Vash looked across her office desk, covered with every type
of chocolate known to women, at Beverly and Counselor Deanna Troi. 
Brushing a brownie crumb off of the pantleg of her fitted, khaki
jumpsuit, she said, "I'm fine, Why?"

	"You seem distracted.  It's not like you to be so quiet, especially
when there is so much chocolate and whipped cream around."  Beverly
gestured at the trappings of their weekly girl-time chocolate fest.

	"I'm sorry, I haven't been sleeping well," Vash admitted, leaning
back and rubbing the bridge of her nose.

	"Well, out with it," Beverly coaxed, leaning forward in her own
chair.  "What's up?"

	"Nothing really, in fact, I feel rather silly," Vash started.  With a
deep sigh, she confessed: "For the past several nights I've been
having some very disturbing dreams."

	Deanna smiled. "Why do you feel silly?  We've all suffered from the
occasional nightmare.  It might help to talk about it."

	"That's just it, they're not nightmares; but, I've never had dreams
that were so vividly real and . ." Vash pushed a stray lock of hair
behind her ear as she trailed off.

	"And?" Deanna prompted as she reached for a double fudge brownie.

	"So intensely erotic," Vash confided, feeling herself flush at the
memory of the dreams.

	Deanna looked at her slightly confused.  She could sense the tangle
of emotions that the memory evoked in Vash.  Confusion, anxiety, and
guilt were all mixed with a strong sexual attraction and arousal. 
"Why are these dreams upsetting you?"

	Before Vash could answer, Beverly raised an eyebrow and guessed,
"Unless they're not about Jean-Luc."

	"That's the little twist of lime to the whole situation," Vash joked
humorlessly.  "They are, but then, they aren't."

	"Excuse me?"  Now, Beverly was confused.

	"Oh, they're about Jean-Luc Picard, all right.  Imperial Captain
Jean-Luc Picard," Vash explained, stressing the title of the man in
her dreams.

	"You mean the Captain's counterpart from the alternate universe?"
Deanna clarified.

	" Uh huh," Vash replied, running a hand through her hair. "I don't
understand it.  I've never had any dreams about him before, and that
whole fiasco was well over a year and a half ago.  Why am I suddenly
having these very erotic dreams about him?"

	"Vash, it's very normal to have an occasional erotic dream about
someone other than your partner," Deanna noted.

   "I understand that, Dee.  It's the particular individual involved
that bothers me," Vash shrugged briefly and then turned to Beverly, 
"I don't even know if he survived after he escaped to his own
universe.  Didn't you say that you thought his injuries were most
likely fatal."

	"I don't see how he could have survived without immediate medical
attention.  Of course, you know how tenacious Jean-Luc Picard can be,"
Beverly offered, taking a piece of fudge.  "Have you tried talking to
Jean-Luc about this?"

 	Vash started laughing, "Jean-Luc darling, remember when I first came
onto the Enterprise E, just before you and I became involved again,
and that impostor tricked me into sleeping with him because I thought
he was you?  Well, I'm having these wild sex dreams about him now,
hope you don't mind.  Gee, Beverly, I'll get right on that."

	"Okay, maybe not."

	Shaking her head, Deanna cajoled the two of them, "I can assure both
of you that the captain understands a dream is just dream and he would
not take it personally; however, I get the idea that Vash would rather
not tell him about it."

	"Bingo," Vash quipped, tapping the end of her nose with her index
finger.  She contemplated the sparkling diamond in her wedding ring as
she continued, "I'm head over heels in love with my husband; but in
these dreams I know Imperial Captain Picard's identity and still,
I..."

	"You have sex with him, anyway," Beverly finished the thought for
her.

	Vash nodded and looked down at her half empty mug of hot chocolate. 
Taking the nearest can of whipped cream, she filled the mug to the top
with it.  "I know who this man is and I want to fight him, but I
can't.  It's like I have no control over my own actions or physical
responses.  As he continues to seduce me I find myself wanting him to
the point of begging him.  The first night I woke up screaming his
name."

	"At least you don't have to worry about mixing up the names," Beverly
teased.

	"Oh, thank you, that was so helpful, Doc," Vash retorted
good-naturedly.  "So Counselor, any ideas why my brain has decided to
torture me at this particular time?"

	"I wouldn't be too worried about it," Deanna advised gently.  "This
is your sleeping brain, it's not sadistic, just not in your control. 
As for the question of what it means, well there are many different
theories on why we dream.  One theory is that dreams are merely the
random firing of synapses in the brain during deep sleep.  This theory
says that dreams are, to quote the Captain's favorite author, 'full of
sound and fury, yet signifying nothing.'  You do seem troubled that
you enjoyed the night you spent with the alternate.  There isn't
anything wrong or surprising about you enjoying that night.  First of
all, that night you truly believed you were with the captain.  Second,
the alternate is physically identical to the captain.  The purely
physical attraction between you and the captain is extremely strong. 
I sense it the moment the two of you are in the same room."

	Vash glanced down shyly.  "I never realized that my desires for him
affected your empathic abilities so strongly."

	"They do," Deanna replied with a sudden glint in her eye.  "But
actually I was referring to the captain's powerful attraction to you."

	"Indeed."  Raising an eyebrow, Vash did a perfect impersonation of
her husband.

	"Vash, I hate to be the one who tells you this."  Deanna gave a huge
melodramatic sigh and leaned in closer. "You're perfectly normal."

	"You have to admit," Beverly interjected gleefully, "there is
something sexually thrilling about a pirate version of Jean-Luc
Picard."

	"There certainly is," Vash had to agree.  She decided this was the
perfect time to satisfy her own curiosity.  "And now that I've spilled
my guts, there is something I've always wanted to ask you, Doc."

	"Shoot," Beverly replied.

	"I'm well aware that there was only one other woman in the galaxy
that ever had a real hold on Jean-Luc's heart and I'm looking at her,"
Vash smiled knowingly at Beverly.  "Why didn't you ever make a move on
him?"

	"Oooh, this I want to hear."  Deanna was very interested in the
answer to that question.

 	Beverly's smile turned wistful, "Jean-Luc is probably one of my
oldest and dearest friends and I absolutely adore him; but there was
too much history between us.  There is a part of both of us that is
always going to belong to Jack.  A part of me will always see him as
Jack's best friend and a part of him will always see me as Jack's wife
and widow.  I want and deserve a relationship without ghosts from the
past.  Jean-Luc deserves a wife that is his and his alone."  Beverly
reached over and gently squeezed Vash's hand.  "I was delighted when
he found that with you.  I liked you from the very first time we met
in his quarters on the Enterprise D and I took you on a tour of the
ship.  I remember thinking that you would give him a good run for his
money."

	"Thank you."  Vash squeezed Beverly's hand back.  "It means lot to
me."
	Letting go of Vash's hand, Beverly leaned back and grinned.  "Even
when you have an erotic dream about someone else, it's still a version
of him."

	"I hadn't thought of it that way," Vash responded with a chuckle. 
"As exciting as the alternate is, he's really very two-dimensional. 
He lacks Jean-Luc's playful side."

	"Playful side?" Both Deanna and Beverly asked simultaneously,
instantly intrigued.  They knew that the Captain's controlled
authoritative demeanor was softened by his gentle charm and wonderful
sense of humor.  But a playful side?

	Knowing she had their undivided attention, Vash's eyes sparkled with
mischief.  "I can't imagine the alternate chasing me around the bed
with a stuffed toy tiger singing the 'Tigger Song' and ending it with
a growl of trilled r's just before pouncing to pin me to the bed ."

	All three women reached for more chocolate, giggling.

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

	Vash instantly recognized her surroundings.  She was again in the
bedroom onboard the Valhalla.  Noticing her reflection in one of the
mirrors, she was shocked at her attire.  She was wearing a gold
brassiere with precious gemstones from a hundred different worlds
sprinkled across each lush, firm breast.  Draped around her waist and
floating around her hips and legs was a skirt made of several
gem-colored, diaphanous scarves.  A golden belt held the scarves in
place around her trim waist.

	"Yes, ma belle, it is perfect," came a deep, resonating growl from
behind her.

	Vash jumped, startled out of her study of her clothing.  Standing
just behind her, the alternate Picard again was wearing a very tight,
revealing pair of trousers but, this time, he was shirtless.  Before
she could react, he swept her into his strong muscular arms.  Twining
one hand tightly into her hair, his other arm trapped her firmly
against him, his hard, masculine hips grinding into hers.  Breathless,
she couldn't resist when his mouth found and engulfed hers in a fiery,
demanding kiss.  As his hot, questing mouth possessed her, he bent her
awkwardly backward over his arm.  This position forced Vash to clutch
at his broad shoulders for balance, trusting him to hold her.  As she
gripped at his shoulders, the alternate Picard broke the kiss. 
Pulling back a little, he moved his hand from her hair to sweep her up
into his arms.  Vash's arms automatically moved their grip to circle
his neck as he straightened up and purposefully stalked toward the
bed.  Laying Vash on the comforter, he reached for the waistband of
his trousers.

	Vash grabbed at the opportunity presented when he released his grip
on her.  She instantly scooted off the opposite side of the bed and
eyed him warily as she struggled to catch her breath.  It was all
happening too fast.  The alternate Picard was a very powerful and
dominating man, but this time it was more.  In all of their previous
encounters, even her dreams, he had coveted her.  She realized that
this was another dream and this time it was more intense, almost as if
he was trying to subjugate her.  Definitely not liking the way this
dream was going she thought back to what Deanna had said about dreams.
 Well, if this was just the random firing of synapses in her brain,
she definitely had a screw loose up there somewhere.

	"Get back in the bed, ma belle," the alternate's murmured command
startled Vash out of her reverie. "We can talk later, I have been
aching for you."

	Reasoning with a dream?  Well, it wasn't the strangest thing she had
ever done, so, thinking back to her last conversation with Bev and
Deanna, Vash took a deep breath and plunged in.

	"I think we should talk now, .... Jean-Luc."  She had to force
herself to use his given name.  "You, I mean, we are going a bit too
fast this time."

	Vash broke off with a gasp and tried to back away as the alternate
sprang off the bed toward her, one of his massive hands circling the
back of her slender neck.

	"You will not deny me, mademoiselle," he gritted out.  With that Vash
found herself pressed into the bedpost at the foot of the bed, her
cheek resting against the polished wood.  With one hand the alternate
easily trapped her hands over her head resting against the post.  With
her small, scantily-clad body caught between the hard, unyielding
bedpost and the tightly, sculpted muscles of the alternate's unclothed
frame, Vash felt completely overpowered and her heart began to pound.

	"Jean-Luc, please," she began, hesitantly.

	"Please you, ma belle?  That is exactly what I had in mind," came his
throaty response.

	As he nudged beneath a curtain of brown hair to nuzzle the sensitive
skin on her neck, Vash closed her eyes as a shiver raced down her
spine.  She could feel her body responding to him already, in spite of
her confusion.  The feel of his warm lips brushing against her neck
stirred her senses.  Weakly, she tried to pull her hands out of his
grasp.

	"Oh no, ma belle. Leave them there, they would only get in my way
otherwise," the alternate whispered in her ear as he pressed her more
firmly into the post with his body.  Sliding one hairy, sculpted thigh
between her own soft, slender ones, he pushed her legs apart and
maneuvered himself between them.

	Vash could feel the stones on her bra pressing uncomfortably into the
softness of her breasts.   Shifting, she idly wondered if the
gemstones were spoils of war.  Right on the heels of that thought was
the realization that he probably viewed her as a spoil of war.  Her
attention was abruptly drawn back to reality, at least the reality of
her dream, when the alternate took the end of one of the scarves on
her skirt and lightly drew it up the inside of one thigh. 
Instinctively, her body arched backward, into the feather-light
caress.  The movement brought her into contact with the alternate's
rigid state of arousal.  Shifting behind her, the alternate pushed her
legs even further apart.  The reason for this was obvious as he
continued the feather-light caresses with the scarf further up to more
intimately stroke her.  Whimpering softly at the tingling sensations
that his actions with the scarf invoked, Vash squirmed futility not
sure if she was trying to move into the caress or away from it.

	"Before this night is over, kitten, you will freely surrender your
lovely body to me.  More than that, you will beg me to accept that
surrender."  And with that proclamation, the alternate began seducing
and tantalizing her body in earnest.  Her heart pounded even faster as
he removed one of the scarves from her skirt and deftly unfastened the
belt to discard it on the floor.

 	Vash strained frantically, trying to look behind her and see what he
was doing.  She gasped as she felt him lightly tracing across the back
of her shoulders with the scarf in a stroke so light she wondered if
she had imagined it.  The scarf brushed up her arms then seconds
passed before she felt it tracing down the length of her spine. 
Everywhere the scarf brushed it sensitized her skin, leaving her in a
state of highly-charged anticipation, wondering where it would stroke
next.  Writhing against the post Vash could feel the rough stones
rubbing the delicate skin of  her breasts.  Her nipples hardened as
the stones scraped across them almost erotically with each movement
against the post.  Pressing herself more firmly against the post, Vash
groaned at the sensations flooding her body.  The hard stones on her
bra were a direct contrast to the softness of the scarf the alternate
was wielding so adroitly.  A heated rush of arousal surged through her
entire body. Instinctively, her hips rocked back into his in a silent
invitation.  Vash knew that if she didn't escape from this sweet
torment soon, she would surrender to him completely.  Impatiently, she
tried to pull her hands out of his grasp.

	"Jean-Luc," she gasped when she felt him wind the scarf he had been
teasing her with around her wrists and tie them to a ring near the top
of the bedpost.

	Now with both hands free to sexually torture her, his hands followed
the path the scarf had taken moments before.  She shivered as he
deliberately trailed his fingers down her outstretched arms and over
her shoulders.   He splayed his large hands across her back and slid
them down.  A hiss escaped her lips and she arched into his hands as
his fingers barely brushed the edges of her breasts.  His thumbs
traced the feminine curve of her spine to the small of her back.  His
muscular arms encircled her, his palms slipping around her tiny waist
to skim up the flat plane of her stomach.

	The warmth of his powerful hands as they traveled over her body
aroused her even further.  The alternate removed the bra to cup her
now-straining breasts.  Rolling his thumbs over her nipples, he
lowered his mouth to the tender junction where her neck met her
shoulder.  Vash's head fell back with a gasp when she felt his mouth
suck strongly at the delicate skin.  With one hand, he continued to
tease the sensitive peak of one of her breasts.  The other hand
trailed lightly back down her stomach and past her hips to caress her
intimately.  With a feather-light touch, his fingers tormented her
erotically, causing her entire body to feel as if it were made of
liquid flames.  She arched against him as he rocked his hips against
hers in a frustrating simulation of what she so desperately needed.

	"What is it, ma belle? Do you want me to stop so that we can 'talk'
more?"  He intentionally taunted her by throwing her own words back at
her.

	Vash was squirming frantically against the post, trying to ease the
fires the alternate had ignited.  She shook her head no whimpering
incoherently.

	"Tell me, ma belle, tell me what I want to hear."  The alternate
moved to put some maneuvering space between their hips.  He cupped her
hips with his hands and lifted them slightly, keeping her legs apart. 
"Tell me or I'll stop," he added as he brushed himself across her, so
near to where she was aching for him to be.

	"I surrender Jean- . . ." Vash broke off with a groan as the
alternate's hips repeated their erotic stroking.

	"What was that, kitten?" came his taunting response.

	"Please, don't stop!  I surrender Jean-Luc.  My body is yours for the
taking," Vash begged him shamelessly, only wanting this sweet torture
to end.  "Oh please, Jean-Luc, take me!"

	Vash moaned as she felt the alternate's body suddenly thrust deep
into hers from behind.  His hands gripped her hips tightly to hold her
steady as his body violently pounded into hers.  Her own body was
filled completely by his with every powerful movement of his hips. 
She felt her body begin to tense and tighten around his as he drove
deeply into her, over and over.  With one of his large hands holding
her steady, he reached around the front of her hips with the other
hand to add to the fire racing through her body.  Gripping the post
for support, Vash pushed herself against his driving thrusts and
teasing fingers.  Her entire body arched back against his as an
explosive release coursed through her in wave after wave of pleasure. 
With her sweat-dampened body exhausted and quivering, Vash leaned
against the post, hanging from her silken chain.  The alternate didn't
let up and continued to drive into her relentlessly.

	"Again, ma belle.  My terms were your complete surrender.  I will
feel you lose yourself in my pleasuring again," the alternate Picard
rasped hoarsely into her ear.  He thrust into her with an ever
increasing urgency, both hands gripping her hips and pulling them back
to meet his every drive.  The cadence became one of furious intensity
as his body demanded total surrender from hers.  Gasping, Vash bucked
up from the post, lost in the throes of an even stronger release than
the one before.  He pulled her hips hard against his, slamming himself
into her one final time.

	Vash closed her eyes as she collapsed wearily against the bedpost. 
Her breathing was labored and spasms raced through her damp, trembling
body.  The alternate reached up to deftly untie the scarf that bound
her hands, leaving Vash's arms to fall helplessly to her sides. 
Effortlessly, the alternate Picard swept her tiny, limp frame up into
his powerfully muscular arms and laid her down on the bed.

	"My most beautiful and precious jewel," she heard him whisper as she
felt his fingers lightly trace her cheek.  Her eyes fluttered open to
see him sitting on the bed next to her.  As he stared down at her, his
steel grey eyes held her captive.  The fingers, that had just been so
gently stroking her cheek, suddenly gripped her chin roughly.

	"Once you're with me, kitten, remember this: Never deny me!" the
alternate growled before crushing his mouth against hers in fiercely
demanding kiss.

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

End Part 3

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