Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 29 Apr 2004 10:18:56 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) Title: Volte-face Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com) Series: TNG New 1/5 Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/Vash Summary: The most joyous time in the Picards' lives suddenly takes an Author's note: Feel free to archive to any pertinent site. Important detail: This occurs in the Double Entendre timeline after Reasons of the Heart (reminder: in this universe, Worf is Chief of Security and married to Deanna; there is no Crusher/Chakotay relationship and Riker still has his beard). 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/ Volte-face Captain Jean-Luc Picard strolled into Sickbay, nodding genially to the on-duty staff as he headed toward Beverly's office. "I realize that I'm not the easiest person to get in for a routine physical, Doctor; however, I know for a fact that my next physical is more than three months away. Don't you think it's a bit early to start requesting that I report to Sickbay?" "If I'd known that early requests would get you in here so easily, I'd have started doing that years ago," Beverly remarked. "Actually, it's not your physical but rather the results of your wife's physical that I called you down here for." It wasn't unusual for Vash and Beverly to spend time together so seeing her sitting in Beverly's office hadn't initially concerned him. Now he moved to stand beside her chair reaching for her hand. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," Beverly quickly assured him. "Although when she said that she wasn't in the mood for chocolate earlier, I was concerned." Vash patted Jean-Luc's hand. "I told her that it was nothing." "You turn down chocolate about as often as you turn down jewelry," Picard noted dryly. "And you've been a little under the weather the past couple of days." "Jean-Luc, sweetheart, there's a very good reason for my being tired," Vash began. "I wasn't entirely sure until Bev checked things out, but we're expecting." "Expecting what? When?" he asked, panic sending his heart down into his stomach. Vash stood, tenderly cupping his face in her hands and directed his gaze to hers. "A baby, Jean-Luc, I'm pregnant." "In about 35 more weeks," Beverly added. "She's just barely pregnant, not even late yet." A flood of relief froze when the import of their news hit him. Unbidden, a vision of a huge, brightly-decorated Christmas tree with mounds of presents and happy children flashed through his mind. He placed a reverent kiss in the center of each delicate palm before drawing her toward him and holding her warm, lithe curves against him. "Is everything all right?" he asked Beverly quietly. Pulling back, Vash winked at him impishly. "Aren't you going to ask how it happened?" "I know how these things happen." "But then I could tell Bev where it happened," she said. Picard dropped a kiss on her lush, red lips thrust out in a mock pout. "Since when has that ever stopped you?" "You have a point," Vash replied. "So how soon do we arrive at Aldebaran III? I have some serious shopping to do while you're doing your diplomat thing." ................ Picard stepped out onto the sidewalk and gave a sigh of relief in concert with the hiss of the door closing behind him. Intra-Federation politics never seemed to get any easier; if anything, the nuances of inter-regional relationships only got more complex over time. It was a beautiful day so he skipped the transport station and started walking in the direction of the open market where the Enterprise had informed him that he could find his wife. His meeting had concluded much sooner than he'd expected, which gave him a free afternoon to spend with Vash. Even with crowds of people from more than two dozen races teeming through the market, he quickly spotted the familiar brunette head that he was seeking. Not surprisingly, she was admiring the pieces on display at a jeweler's booth; surprisingly and frustratingly, there was no security officer in sight. ............... "Lar, could you hold these?" Vash asked, handing him several packages without waiting for his answer. Lar accepted the bags without comment. He had lasted longer than any of her previous security guards in large part due to making himself indispensable to her; of course, being telepathic often came in handy with her as well. "If I'm going to be getting fat, I'll need some stylish clothes to conceal it. I refuse to be a frumpy beached whale." Vash was rifling through racks of clothes, talking to no one in particular but assuming that Geoffrey was listening telepathically if not aurally. A Betazed security officer was turning out to be less tedious than she'd thought when Jean-Luc had sprung him on her. "As there is no correct response to that comment," Lar began, "I trust you'll understand if I simply stand here and hold these bags quietly." Holding out several outfits to try on, she winked at him. "You're such a good boy, Geoff. You'll make some woman a fine husband one day. I'll be in the dressing room." .......................... Picard reached Vash just as she picked up an intricate, latinum-filet choker and was holding it up to the slender column of her throat while viewing herself in a large mirror. Stepping in behind her, his hands wound around her trim waist and splayed protectively over the flat plane of her stomach. "It's perfect," he muttered to her. To the vendor behind the table, he said, "she'll take it." "Yes, sir, Captain Picard," the vendor replied. "Would the lady like to wear it or should I wrap it for you?" Picard was already working the clasp. "She'll wear it." Vash turned around, gracing him with her most disarming smile. "Thank you, it's a beautiful piece." Mindful of their very public location, he gently tilted her face up to his and brushed a soft, tender kiss across her lips. "You're a truly beautiful piece," he whispered quietly so that no one else could hear. Grinning, he shot her a quick wink. "I have the whole afternoon free, how would you like to help me waste it?" "What did you have in mind?" she cooed innocently. "A hotel suite where I could kiss every inch of your incredible body and suckle at your breasts, letting my tongue dance across your stiffened nipples before making long, slow, sweet love with you all afternoon," he proposed wolfishly. Vash pressed a hand to her choker-adorned throat. "My, my, you really know how to make a girl an offer she couldn't possibly refuse." "And afterwards, we'll discuss why and how you managed to lose your security guard yet again," he admonished, "especially now." He steered her toward the hotel, sighing deeply. "Let me guess, you just couldn't resist the temptation to ditch a telepath just to prove that you could. What am I going to do with you?" Vash shrugged, a coy smile on her face. "Your previous suggestion sounded good. Why don't we start there and see where the mood takes us." It was ridiculous for him to feel the way he did and he knew that; but it was undeniably exciting to be sneaking off to some convenient hotel with his wife in the middle of the afternoon. It had been a while since they'd indulged in any kind of romantic spontaneity which made this 'chance' encounter all the more arousing and with a baby on the way, there wouldn't be many more such opportunities. Picard also knew he should be lecturing her and her assigned security guard except for a growing suspicion that Vash had arranged for their meeting in the market through machinations that would undoubtedly impress him when he got the details. It was that final rationalization that erased all hesitation as he registered them and received the authorization code to the hotel's honeymoon suite. The presence of other guests in the lift restrained him from kissing Vash the way he wanted to in spite of the painful, throbbing insistence of his body. Vash trailed her fingers down an impressively hard backside, grinning impishly at his startled reaction when one finger slid between his legs to find the even more impressive bulge there. She giggled softly as his hands captured hers in a strong, warm grasp. Moving closer, she pressed herself against him, her body thrumming in anticipation. She preceded him out of the lift when it stopped at their floor, pausing abruptly which allowed her hips to grind against his when he bumped into her from behind. The electric charge from the unexpected contact raced through his body. He swept her lithe form into his arms and strode intently toward their suite. "Oh my," Vash cooed while nibbling on his ear. "This is what I call being serviced." The feeling of her lips and teeth tugging on his earlobe created twinges of pleasure that inflamed his already-throbbing arousal. Her warm breath wafting across his skin sent shivers racing down the length of his spine. He didn't even stop inside the door, barking out the command to lock the door as he continued on into the bedroom. His mind was telling him to slow down, that they had hours to enjoy one another. His body, on the other hand, was demanding satisfaction. He lowered her to the bed, trying to disentangle himself from her grasp but getting pulled down onto her instead. Her hands held his head firmly, her tongue forcing its way past his lips to delve into the dark, damp recesses of his mouth. She was relentless, devouring him, demanding his total surrender. "Our clothes," he mumbled around her tongue. Rolling them so that she was straddling his hips and without breaking the kiss, she maneuvered her clothes off and opened his uniform pants to free his straining length. "Not a problem," she panted, sitting upright and grinding her hips against him. Picard was speechless at a sexual aggressiveness he hadn't seen in her in a very, very long time. Idly wondering if it was possible to bottle pregnancy hormones, he reached out to steady her hips to help guide her down onto him. His hips jerked in frustration when she stayed where she was and pulled his hands away, moving them to her breasts. In response to her unspoken demand, he began kneading the firm mounds, occasionally flicking his thumbs across the hard nipples. She ripped open his uniform jacket, shoved his shirt up and dragged her nails across the plane of his stomach in a torment of pleasure and sensation until finally she braced herself against his abdomen and held himself over him, allowing only the tip to penetrate the moist folds of flesh. "S'il vous plait, Vash, mon Dieu, s'il vous plait," he gasped, his hands tightening around her breasts. Vash rubbed herself sinuously against him. "I do like a man who's big enough to beg." She lowered herself slowly until he was completely sheathed inside her body. "And you are definitely big enough. Okay, boy, giddyup." Groaning at the pleasure of being buried in her incredible softness, he began pushing his hips up to meet hers. She was riding him hard and fast, slamming herself down against him. Her knees dug into his sides as she pushed for more. At one point, she moved her hands back to brace on his thighs and shifting the angle of their bodies in a deliciously erotic way. Her position forced her breasts out and one hand found its way to cup the gently bobbing weight. Dimly he tried to gauge where she was, but he wasn't sure if he could wait for her. Pressure was mounting, pleasure multiplying incrementally each time she drove herself onto him. Suddenly she stiffened, her body spasming uncontrollably around him. He arched up to find his own release when she reached between their bodies and gripped him firmly. "Oh no, my not-so-little captain, no mercy for you yet," she taunted, a double entendre playing on his French. "My itch has been scratched, but I seem to recall you suggesting some intriguing uses of your mouth." "Later," he gasped. Raising herself almost completely off of him, she balanced over him and arched an eyebrow challengingly. "Come and get it." Picard levered his arms under his hips and grunted as he lifted himself to slide completely into her body. He managed several thrusts before grabbing her and rolling her under him to begin driving himself deep into her with long, hard strokes. His pulse was pounding so hard that his heart felt as if it were going to explode. His mouth found hers, his tongue plunging in to find and stroke hers in an erotic emulation of their bodies. He pulled her legs farther up his body, slipping his hands under her knees to push her legs up over their heads. Spreading his knees apart for better leverage, he increased his tempo and drove into her as hard and fast as he could. She was straining up against him, soft sounds of passion coming from her throat amid the erotic sounds of sex filling the room. "Oh God," she yelled. "I'm coming, I'm . . ." her words became a mindless scream and her body convulsed with overwhelming pleasure. Picard released her legs and buried himself completely into her body one last time, a powerful orgasm of his own ripping through him. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. "Merci, madame, increible, tre increible." "It certainly was," Vash moaned softly. She stretched luxuriantly beneath the weight of his body. "But you did say something about applying your tongue to various parts of my body earlier. A promise is a promise." "You are insatiable, my little vixen," he murmured softly. "Give me a minute to get my uniform and boots off and I will lick every drop of sweat from your body." .................................. "You know what I forgot," Vash was saying, "shoes. I'm definitely going to need comfortable shoes that don't look like . . . " her voice trailed off as her eyes fell on an unbelievable sight. Picard stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk just outside of the hotel where he'd spent a very delightful afternoon with his wife . . . or so he'd thought. Sitting at a table in the sidewalk cafe next to the hotel was Vash--rather, a Vash--with her security officer, Lieutenant Lar. He immediately looked to the woman at his side and saw her react to the sight by reaching into a pocket. He grabbed her, slipping the device out of her hand before she could activate it. Vash wasn't sure what to say when she approached Picard and . . . herself. Part of her was hoping that this was an out-of-body experience or that it wasn't really her Jean-Luc; she had encountered alternate versions of him before. "Jean-Luc?" she said hesitantly. Picard ignored her and addressed Lar. "Have you been with her all day, Lieutenant?" "Yes, sir," Lar acknowledged. "She has not left my sensory range since we beamed down to the surface." Picard tightened his grip on the woman beside him, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "Who are you?" Vash knew before the other woman said anything that her Jean-Luc had been with this doppelganger of her. When she'd first caught sight of him leaving the hotel, his face held the familiar, sated expression that she knew well; now she watched doubt creep across his features. Her fears were confirmed with the woman's words. "After all of the time and effort you've expended getting to know every millimeter of me this afternoon," the other Vash purred seductively, "you shouldn't have to ask, tiger." Picard watched the color drain out of his Vash's face as she grabbed Lar for support. He tapped his communicator, "Picard to Enterprise, have security standing by in the transporter room and beam four up." "I'll just be going now," the other Vash said, trying to pull away. "Not until we sort this out," Picard stated flatly just as the transporter beam enveloped them. .................................... In Sickbay, Beverly snapped her tricorder shut. "They're genetically identical; in fact, the only difference between them, aside from Vash's pregnancy, is their quantum signatures." "You can tell which one belongs here with certainty?" Picard asked, already knowing that he had spent the afternoon betraying his wife with another woman. How could he not have known? "Apparently you couldn't," Vash snapped at him. She didn't even care that half of his senior staff was in the room. Geordi and Data entered Sickbay to find two Vashes sitting on adjacent biobeds with Worf and two security officers surrounding one and Lar beside the other. Dr. Crusher was talking with the captain, Riker and Counselor Troi. "Mr. Data, Mr. LaForge," Picard acknowledged their arrival. He handed them the device that he had taken away from the 'other' Vash. "Analyze this, I want a full report as soon as possible." "That's mine," the other Vash protested. "You have no right to hold me or my property; I've broken none of your precious Federation rules." Picard gestured for LaForge and Data to leave with the device. "That has yet to be determined. Until we know where you came from and what that device is, you will be our guest. Mr. Worf, if Dr. Crusher is finished, please escort our guest to our most secure guest facilities." "What a delightful euphemism for your brig," the other Vash drawled sarcastically. She jerked her arm out of Worf's grasp. "Down, boy; better yet, roll over and play dead." Worf gestured toward the two officers who instantly positioned themselves on either side of the prisoner, their weapons at the ready. "I'm coming, I'm coming," the other Vash huffed as she hopped off the bed. Winking suggestively at Picard she said, "sound familiar, tiger?" Vash couldn't stand another moment of this. Jean-Luc had barely said two words to her, but the look on his face spoke volumes. For the first time in her life, she wished that she were the type of woman who fainted, maybe her husband would actually look at her if she just fell to the floor motionless. Before she burst into tears, exploded in anger or otherwise humiliated herself more than Jean-Luc had already humiliated her, she jumped up and silently stormed out of Sickbay. "Was it something I said?" the other Vash asked in obvious amusement. "You'd better worry less about me and more about your marriage, lover." "Get her out of here," Picard commanded tersely. ............................... "Captain," Riker objected. "Until we know what she's doing here and where she came from, you shouldn't be alone with her." They were in Picard's ready room discussing the situation and the captain had decided that, given his relationship with her in other realities, he would be interrogating this alternate Vash by himself. "You are always remarking on how formidable your wife is," Worf reminded him. "And she did once take you with your own sword," Riker pointed out, shrinking slightly at the glare he earned from Picard. "MY Vash," Picard stressed, "is a resourceful, remarkable, strong woman. This other Vash is obviously from an alternate universe. Our best chance of learning how and why she's here is to try to get her to talk to me." "I have a sensor sweep of this sector already in progress," Worf reported. "If we are dealing with a rupture in the space-time continuum, there may be detectable indications." Picard stood and straightened his uniform jacket. "Very good, keep me informed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to see our guest." Riker started to say something, paused and then continued on. "Have you talked to your Vash yet? She seemed pretty upset." "And tell her what?" Picard shot back. "We don't know anything yet much less have a plan for resolving it. I'll talk to my wife when I'm sure that my ship is not in danger and when I have something to tell her." He was stalling and he knew it. After their experiences with the alternate versions of himself, he had no idea how he was going to deal with this. ..................... End Part 1 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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