Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 26 Apr 2004 08:02:16 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) Title: Nocturnal Transmissions Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com) Series: TNG Repost: 7/7 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 6 'Well Captain, how have you dressed your boy-toy this time?' Vash thought, as she found herself reclining on the large, suede couch in the sitting room of the Valhalla. She looked down to study the negligee she was wearing. The sculpted bodice of gold lame molded itself to her feminine curves. A sumptuous amount of her decolletage' spilled over the plunging sweetheart neckline, only thin spaghetti straps prevented the rest from escaping. The full-length, wrapskirt of crimson satin framed her long shapely legs all the way down to the five-inch heeled, gold pumps. Vash settled back into the couch and tried to ignore the nervous fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She forced herself to remain calm, remembering that this was only a dream. In reality, she was safely in sickbay. In the past dreams, the alternate had used her desires to give himself the upper hand. She needed to keep his attention without losing control of the situation. But how? Suddenly, the answer hit her. It was so simple. He had already given her the upper hand. She knew what he wanted. All of this was because he wanted her. In fact, he wanted her so desperately that he was willing to chance a crossover. All she needed to do was make it seem as if she was going to give him exactly what he wanted and, if he wants a sex kitten, so be it. She intended to play the part of a merciless tease and then to leave him high and dry. It was time to give Imperial Captain Picard a taste of his own medicine and seeing as this was only a dream that would soon come to an end, Vash decided to let herself enjoy what she had to do. After all, Beverly had been right, there was something sexually thrilling about this pirate version of Jean-Luc Picard. With that, she thought to herself, 'battle stations, set all weapons on seduce.' Hearing the far door open, Vash looked up to see the alternate Picard standing in the doorway of the cockpit, dressed in what she now assumed was his uniform. Her breath caught in her throat at the way his natural commanding presence revealed itself in his handsome, chiseled features and grey eyes. The tightly-sculpted muscles of his well-defined chest and arms were powerfully evident in the sleeveless, crimson vest with its deep V neckline. The gold epaulettes, along with the alternate Starfleet Parabola and rank insignia, glittered from his broad shoulders. Vash allowed her gaze to drift down past the gold-woven sash around his waist, noticing how the tight, black, uniform trousers conformed to his lower body's every muscle. In any universe, Jean-Luc Picard was masculine perfection. As she looked up and her eyes locked with his, she seductively wet her lips with just the very tip of her tongue. "I've been waiting for you," Vash's voice was low and sultry. The crimson satin fluttered around her long legs as she gracefully rose up from the couch to stand and face him. The wrapskirt of the negligee came together over her right hip with the split of the skirt baring her right leg up to mid thigh. "Indeed, and just what caused this sudden change of heart, ma belle?" the alternate asked. His grey eyes traveled over her, lingering on the generous length of leg revealed by her negligee, before returning to her face. Vash slowly sauntered across the room, taking full advantage of the negligee by using just the perfect amount of sway in her hips and bounce in her step. Every step was deliberately taken to provide the most provocative view of her long shapely legs and lush cleavage. She stopped to stand right in front of him and stared up into his steel, grey eyes. Reaching up with her right hand, she leisurely trailed her index finger down the hard expanse of his chest exposed by the V neckline of his vest and cooed softly, "as you have so skillfully pointed out, it is impossible for me to deny you." The alternate Picard grabbed her right wrist and brought her hand up to his face. He pressed his mouth against the delicate skin on the underside of her wrist in an open mouth kiss. Vash felt a heated surge of arousal go through her as his tongue flicked against the pulse point on her wrist. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard her own common sense tell her, 'Vash, honey, you are playing with fire.' Without warning, the alternate Picard let go of her wrist and wrapped one powerful arm around her tiny waist, pulling her roughly to him. His mouth came down to attack hers in a savage kiss. Instead of fighting him, she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to boldly lay claim to her. With a soft moan, Vash brought her arms up to encircle his neck and molded the supple curves of her body against the hard length of his. Brazenly, she deepened the kiss, forcing her tongue past his in her own erotic exploration of his mouth. As her tongue continued to ravage his mouth, she felt his grip around her waist tighten. Vash was very aware of the stiff peaks of her breasts pressed against the muscular wall of his chest. Bracing her hands on his broad shoulders, she pushed back slightly and broke the kiss. As she tried to catch her breath, she ran her hands over the epaulettes feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders underneath. "Oh Jean-Luc, you're so tense," Vash gushed breathlessly as she toyed with the epaulettes and rank insignia. "You must have had a long day on the bridge. My poor darling, you need to relax. Here, let me make you more comfortable. You won't be needing this." Vash slid her hands down his vest to the woven-gold sash at his waist. Deftly, she untied the sash. Taking a step back, she pulled the golden material from his waist and wound it around her wrists. She arched her eyebrow and gave him a come-hither expression as she purred, "Unless, of course, you want to discipline me again tonight." The alternate Picard grabbed the sash around her wrists and brought her back to him with one forceful yank. As he held her hands imprisoned and his mouth descended to capture hers in another fiercely possessive kiss, a highly charged, erotic thrill coursed through Vash. Her lips and tongue answered the fervent demands of his. Finally breaking the kiss, he unwound the sash from her wrists and dropped it to the floor. His voice was deep and resonating, "I always like to keep my options open, ma belle." "I'm sure I could come up with some other ways of entertaining you," Vash taunted huskily, her small hands rested on the hard bulges of his biceps. Trying to gain control over her own rising desires, she firmly reminded herself that she was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing. Still, her body instinctively responded to the pure masculine virility of his presence. Enjoying the play of the strong muscles beneath her fingertips, she trailed her hands down the corded length of his bare arms to clasp both of his hands in hers. Glancing up at him coyly, she led him behind his desk. She splayed her hands against the expanse of his chest and gently pushed, urging him to sit down in the high-back, leather wing-chair. "Now, why don't you just sit down and relax, darling, while I fix you a drink." As he settled himself into his desk chair, she leaned down to look into his grey eyes. Although she was sure that his attention was focused on the full curves threatening to escape the neckline of her negligee. One of his large hands skimmed over the smooth length of her leg revealed by the split of her skirt. The warm caress sent a shiver of desire up and down her spine as she asked, "Romulan ale or Aldebaran whiskey?" "Whiskey," he replied. Vash allowed her hand to brush gently down his arm as she started to move away to get the drink. He captured her wrist and added, an edge roughening his baritone, "Don't take too long, or I might have to use that sash after all." The alternate Picard brought her inner wrist to his mouth, placing another open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive skin there. Vash took a deep breath at the intensity of the sensations washing over her, realizing once again that she was playing with fire. Smiling seductively, she purred, "Promises, promises." Very aware of the intense heat from his steel, grey eyes as they followed her, Vash made her way to the replicator, using what had become known as her 'stripper strut'. Taking the whiskey from the replicator, she made her way back to him, noting the way the sway of her hips and shapely legs held his attention. Sliding gracefully into his lap, she handed him his drink. "Was I gone too long?" He took a sip of his drink, considering. "I could be persuaded to other forms of amusement, kitten." "Well then, I'll just have to be very amusing, as persuasively as I can be," Vash promised in a sultry voice as she slipped her small hands inside the neckline of his vest to massage his broad shoulders. Her skillful hands worked to knead the hard muscles of his neck and shoulders. Feeling the tension in his muscles ease, she coaxed softly, "that's it, Jean-Luc. Just relax." Slipping one arm around his neck, she moved the other hand to begin toying with the insignia on his uniform. Nimbly tracing the outline of rank pips, her fingers strayed more and more to his bare chest. Leaning into him, her lips brushed along the strong line of his jaw as her fingers continued to tangle in the hair on his chest. She felt one large hand at the small of her back, pressing her even closer as he continued to sip his whiskey. She placed heated kisses from his jaw line up to the sensitive spot just under his ear. With her eyes closed, she nuzzled his neck. Vash's own desires were becoming more and more inflamed by his natural, masculine scent and feel of the hard length of his body beneath her. A small sigh escaped from her lips. "Why kitten, you're practically purring," the alternate Picard told her with the first hint of amusement since he had walked in the door. She opened her eyes at the slight clinking sound caused by him setting down his empty glass on the highly polished oak of the desk. Sitting up, Vash opened his vest to run her hands over the coarse hair and hard muscular expanse of his chest. Fascinated by the play of his strong muscles beneath her hands, she entangled her fingers in his chest hair, her thumbs rubbing over the hardened nubs of his nipples. He closed his eyes and leaned further back into the chair. Her hands slowly drifted down the lean, tapering lines of his torso until they reached the waistband of his trousers. She paused a moment before moving her hands even lower to find the hard evidence of his desire. With a small triumphant smile, she expertly caressed him through his trousers. Vash heard a low growl in the back of his throat as he opened his eyes and sat up. With his steel, grey eyes smoldering, the alternate Picard gripped her chin in his large hand and brought her face to his. He captured her lips with his in a violently possessive kiss. The slight, but very provocative, taste of whiskey in his kiss combined with the carnal way his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth threatened to completely undo her. Deepening the kiss further, her hands traveled up his hard muscular form to grip the masculine slope of his shoulders. When she shifted to straddle him, her legs finding purchase in the chair on each side of him, she was suddenly reminded that she wore nothing underneath her negligee. She moaned her own passion into his mouth as she felt the erotic pressure of his hard arousal pressed against her through the fabric of his trousers. 'Major tactical error,' she thought to herself as her body quivered from the sensations that the contact of their hips invoked in her. He slid his mouth from hers to trail heated kisses down the graceful arch of her throat. The taut peaks of her lush breasts tingled with anticipation and her hips began to rock gently against his. The alternate slipped his large hands up her bare thighs to grip her hips, rocking her against him hard and fast. All coherent thought left Vash as their erotic rocking motion took her to even higher heights of desire. His mouth made its way across the silken expanse of her skin. His tongue traced the swell of her breast before his mouth moved to claim one of the hardened nipples through the flimsy fabric of her negligee. Just on the edge, Vash involuntarily whimpered as he suddenly stopped their movements. The alternate Picard lifted his mouth and growled, "This has outlived its usefulness!" Vash gasped, as he brought both hands to the center of her bodice and ripped it in two, dropping the shredded garment to the floor. Her ivory, satin skin had a feverish flush from her arousal. His hands returned to her hips, rocking her against him faster and harder than before. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly as she felt an overwhelming pressure building inside her from the punishing pace he was setting. He lowered his head to let his mouth explore the lush roundness of her breasts, his lips imprisoning one of the rosy tips. Her head fell back with a soft moan as his lips and tongue teased and tormented one sensitive peak and then the other. The alternate grasped her hips even tighter as he continued to increase the urgency of their movements. Suddenly, Vash shuddered violently in his grasp as an explosive release ripped through her. Vash collapsed against the alternate, trying to catch her breath and regain her senses as spasms continued to race through her body. Her head cleared quickly at the sound of his deep voice, hoarse with arousal. "I won't wait any longer, kitten." As his hands moved to unfasten his trousers, Vash thought frantically, 'Now would be a good time, gentlemen!' As if on cue, a warning klaxon sounded. The alternate Picard stood abruptly, unceremoniously depositing Vash on his desk and hissed, "Damn! This had better be extremely important." He reached across the desk to open a channel to the main computer and demanded, "What is it?" Vash took advantage of this opportunity to swing her legs to the opposite side of the desk and slide off, keeping the massive piece of furniture between them. As she stood, the computer responded, "Total systems failure detected in transmitter and ship's main computer core. Transmitter destroyed and all ship's systems off-line. Cause: feedback from high level energy pulse. Transmission will terminate in ninety seconds." Vash raised an eyebrow and commented coolly, "The ship's main computer core? Such a desperate act from a Captain of the Enterprise." "Not desperation, determination. This is only a little setback, your betrayal of me will not go unpunished, my conniving cocktease." Ignoring the threat, Vash calmly studied her fingernails. "By the way, your counterpart wanted me to give you a message: you can't have me." The alternate Picard slammed his open hand on the desk, causing the empty whiskey glass to fall to the floor and shatter into a thousand pieces. Leaning threateningly toward her, he ground out, "I will not hear you speak of another man!" Vash leaned toward him as well and replied enticingly, "Oh, but I belong to another man." He roughly grabbed her chin. "You're mine, kitten." "Here, perhaps, but this isn't real. When I wake up, he'll be there waiting for me." Vash wrenched her chin from his grasp. "And I intend to bed him willingly and ardently every night, everywhere, and in every position physically possible to humanoid lifeforms. My Enterprise is such a large vessel, so many jeffries tubes, so little time. So while you're concocting your pathetic fantasies about me, remember that the only place you will ever have me is in your wettest, wildest dreams." .............................................. Startled by the abrubt ending of the dream, Vash sat upright on the biobed, wide- eyed in the dimmed lights of sickbay. She felt two large hands gently grip her shoulders as a familiar masculine voice whispered soothingly, "Easy Vash, it's over. You're safe and sound with us, right where you belong." "Will?" Vash murmured as she relaxed and allowed him to lower her back down on the biobed. "It's me, sweetheart," Riker reassured her. Moving to the side of the bed, he looked down at her and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Are you okay?" Vash nodded, "where's Jean-Luc?" "He's right over there with Geordi," Riker replied, running his hand over the silky hair on the top of her head. "I told the captain that I'd stay with you." "Freeing him to go over there with Geordi, Data, and Reg, and spend the last hour breathing down their collective necks?" Vash smiled up at him and teased in a very perky tone, "Oh, the boys are going to love you for that." "I see Her Majesty is feeling better," Riker chuckled, leaning down to place a quick kiss on her forehead. Standing up straight, he called over his shoulder, "Captain." "Yes, Number One," Picard responded as he made his way across the room. As he reached the biobed, Riker stepped back out of the way. Picard moved to stand at Vash's bedside. Taking one of her small hands and clasping it in both of his, he greeted her tenderly, "welcome home from Oz, Vash." Vash smiled up at her husband, "Not exactly ruby slippers, but keep thinking along those lines because I have a really neat idea for gem stones to tell you about later." She looked over her husband's shoulder to see LaForge, Data, and Barclay now standing behind him. "Congratulations and thank you, Reg, your plan worked like a charm. The transmitter was destroyed. Just out of curiosity, how long will it take them to get all systems back on line after the pulse hit their main computer core?" Picard's eyes went wide, "He had it linked to the main computer core?" Vash sat up and dangled her legs over the side of the bed, "According to the computer it was. When it notified him about the impending shut down, it mentioned transmitter failure and failure in ship's main computer core. I assume that means he had them hooked together." "He chose poorly," Picard deadpanned. "No, that wasn't too bright, but it does explain the strength and complexity of the transmissions." Geordi shook his head in disbelief. "My counterpart probably has one hell of a mess to clean up right now." "So, how long will it take to clean said mess up?" Vash repeated her question looking from one man to another. "A very long time," Reg answered her question almost gleefully before bursting out, "hot diggity dog!" "I believe a more approximate expression in this situation would be 'hot diggity damn'," Data corrected him in amusement. Sitting up as straight as she could, Vash performed the 'Picard maneuver', tugging on the waist of her sweater, and in a perfect impersonation of her husband, ordered, "Make it so." Riker, Data, La Forge and Barclay all exclaimed together, "hot diggity damn!" Picard rolled his eyes and sighed, "you are not allowed to play with them anymore." "Well, if we're all done celebrating now," Beverly Crusher began as she walked up to the other side of the biobed behind Vash. "Geordi, would you and Reg like to pick up all your toys and take them back to engineering where they belong, please?" "Sure, Doc," Geordi patted Barclay's shoulder, adding, "come on, Reg, Mom says we have to put our toys away." "Gentlemen," Vash looked up at Geordi, Reg, and Data through her lashes. Her voice was quiet and sincere. "I really appreciate everything you did for me. Thank you." "You're more than welcome, my lady," Geordi said, bowing gallantly to her before heading over to clean up the equipment. Blushing, Barclay looked at his feet as he stammered a 'you're welcome' before quickly following Geordi over to the equipment. Beverly leaned in and told Vash, "That look of yours is dangerous. You almost melted Reg to the floor." She smiled and added conspiratorially, "You must teach it to me." "Any time, Bev," Vash smiled back, "with that long, red hair, you'd be a natural." Not entirely sure if he really wanted to know the answer to his next question, Picard looked at his wife meaningfully. "How close did we cut it?" Vash thought for a moment about how to best answer that. "Well, I didn't end up on my back." Data tilted his head. Sounding bemused, he interjected, "An interesting, if cryptic, response." "Agreed," Picard nodded, before asking Vash again, "How close?" "Real close," Vash replied holding her index finger and thumb only a few millimeters apart. She gave her husband a very impish look. "I can assure you that in that other universe, there is one very frustrated, and I do mean very frustrated, Jean-Luc Picard." "With all ship's systems off line and a damaged computer core, I would think so," Riker commented. "I'm sure he's finding that somewhat annoying also," Vash deadpanned. Seeing Will's confused look, Vash grinned and snapped her fingers quickly as she teased, "Come on, Billy, try to keep up. Will you?" Not entirely able to repress a grin, Riker arched his eyebrows at Vash. "You can't possibly be the same woman who was just sleeping on this bed, looking so angelic." "Vash," Picard interrupted. Concerned about any actions the alternate might have taken against Vash after discovering the high energy pulse, he asked, "how long did the dream last after the computer alerted him to our activities?" "The computer informed him that the transmission would end in ninety seconds and that seemed about right," Vash guessed. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, "I gave him your message. He took it about as well as you would expect; of course, there was the usual bravado-style threats. I have to admit I was surprised by his poetic gift of alliteration. Although I was really piqued at what he called me." Vash stiffened her spine and tried to look indignant. "Do you really think I'm a conniving cocktease?" Vash ignored Riker and Crusher almost choking in the background. "Well, I certainly couldn't let him have the last word, so I had to retaliate." Picard briefly closed his eyes and shook his head. "So you don't agree that I'm a conniving cocktease, do you Jean-Luc?" Vash flashed huge doe-eyes at her husband. "Well, I certainly don't think you're a tease. I was more interested in that last statement, however, you retaliated?" Vash pouted briefly before innocently looking up at the ceiling, "I simply set him straight on the actuality of the situation." Will and Beverly exchanged an 'Ohhh, this is going to be really good.' look. Data simply observed the scene like a small child, taking everything in. Standing directly in front of Vash, Picard arched an eyebrow and enunciated very slowly, "What did you say?" Vash boldly met her husband's gaze, "I believe the words 'only in your wettest, wildest dreams' may have crossed my lips. Your counterpart was rather infuriated to hear that I was looking forward to waking up to be with you. He seemed to be under the impression that he was the only man permitted to 'take liberties' with me, as Reg so delicately put it. And his uniform pants may have been just a smidge tight by that point. As far as I'm concerned, he got exactly what he deserved." As Picard listened to Vash's explanation, a small smile of admiration pulled at his lips. She could be a very formidable presence, to say the least. Unable to resist how beautiful she looked all fired up, he playfully reprimanded her with a very familiar refrain, "From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to be trouble." Seeing amusement soften his grey eyes, Vash gazed up at him coyly and splayed her small hands across the hard expanse of his chest. One hand slowly slipped up the front of his uniform jacket to toy with the rank pips at his collar. As her nimble fingers traced lazy circles around the individual pips, she seductively cooed the expected retort, "You look like a man who can handle trouble." 'Oh, what the hell. Rank is supposed to have privileges,' Picard thought to himself as he leaned down to capture Vash's lips in a passionate kiss. With an grin, Data chimed, "And all is right with the universe." After a long moment, Beverly cleared her throat and finally interrupted, "Look, I really do need to do a final scan on Vash." Vash started to giggle in mid-kiss. Standing up straight, Picard broke the kiss. Adjusting his uniform jacket, he addressed his CMO, "Of course, Doctor." As everybody cleared out of sickbay, leaving Beverly alone with her patient and Picard, Crusher began to scan. Vash waited patiently for Beverly to finish and then asked, "Well, Doc?" "You're fine, Vash," Beverly told her before turning to Picard. Picard gave an audible sigh, "That's a relief. Thank you, Beverly." "Thanks Bev," Vash added. "No problem." The doctor patted Vash on the shoulder. "But I really hope the next time you're in my office it's for a pregnancy test." Seeing her husband blanch slightly, Vash teased, "She's just trying to drum up business, Jean-Luc. Don't panic. At least, not just yet." "Now, go home," Beverly told Vash. She smiled as she pointed to Picard, "and take him with you." "Shall we, ma chere?" Picard offered his arm, only to find his wife gazing very expectantly at him from where she sat on the biobed. Realizing instantly what she was waiting for, he quipped, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. How could I have been so silly?" "Thank you, darling," Vash purred triumphantly as Picard's large hands encircled her tiny waist and he gently lifted her to stand on the floor next to him. Now Vash took his arm and they made their way out of sickbay. As they walked down the corridor toward the turbolift, she innocently asked, "So, Johnny, exactly how many jeffries tubes are there on the Enterprise?" **FINIS** -- 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! 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