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On 27 Jun 2004 20:29:17 -0700, in alt.startrek.creative
sangartner@yahoo.com (Sandi) wrote:

Title: Breathe
Author: SandiG  Sangarther @ yahoo . com
Series: TNG 
Code: P/C PWP
Rating: R
Part: 1/1
Date: June 27, 2004
Archive: ASC Archive only, Do not include in ASC awards please
Feedback: would be nice

Just some sex with very little plot : ) 
Paramount/Viacom owns 'em, I just made 'em do the nasty  : )

"Breathe"
As she entered her San Francisco bayside home well after midnight,
Captain 
Beverly Crusher finally remembered why she despised her previous stint
as 
Head of Starfleet Medical.

She tossed her uniform jacket over the back of the nearest chair, and
tread 
wearily toward the kitchen, mumbling to no one about "incompetent,
arrogant 
doctors and snot nosed up and comings".
	
She fumbled through the cabinets for a moment and pulled the teapot
from the 
shelf then set about brewing the soothing hot beverage. 

A few moments later, she meandered into the living room, sipping lemon
tea, and 
looking for a nice comfortable spot to rest.

Heading for the couch, she caught movement in the shadows near the
picture 
window.

Her voice trembled slightly as she called out, "Who is it? Who's
there?"

Her teacup shook in her hand as a figure emerged from the shadows.

When the figure reached the lamplight, Beverly smiled brightly.
	
"Hello, Beverly," the shadow said.

***
"Jean Luc Picard, you scared the hell out of me!" She beamed, placing
her teacup 
down and closing the distance between them. "What are you doing here?"

She pulled him into a hug as he met her in the middle of the room.

 "What, I'm not allowed to pay a visit to an old and dear friend?"

Easing back slightly, but never leaving his embrace, she playfully
smacked his 
shoulder, "Hey, mister, you better watch who you call old."

Breaking the hug, she reached for his hand and lead him to the couch,
"Seriously, 
Jean Luc, aren't you supposed to be exploring some never before seen
planet or 
something? Is the Enterprise in orbit?"

Sitting down in the corner of the couch, he leaned back and smiled
with surprise 
as Beverly moved to rest against him. "The Enterprise is in the Beta
Quadrant on 
a first contact mission. I'm sure that it is very exciting for the
crew."

Now she knew something was amiss, his ship was on a first contact
mission and 
he was here, in her house instead of on his bridge. "Not that I am
complaining, 
but just why are you in San Francisco?"

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and sighed as he pulled her a
little 
closer. "Because I am no longer Captain of the Enterprise."

"And just who are you now?" she asked with a hint of humor.

"Right now, I am just Jean Luc. In 48 hours, I officially become
Admiral Jean Luc 
Picard."

Beverly was stunned. She never thought he would leave his ship.
"Finally made 
you an offer you couldn't turn down, Jean Luc? So, do tell, what is
your new 
position, which department?"

A small smirk played across his regal features, "All of them. I am the
new head 
of Fleet Operations."

She laughed as she turned to give him a congratulatory hug, "That's
wonderful! 
Now you'll have a whole FLEET of ships to command."

As he returned her embrace, he realized that she remained in constant
physical 
contact with him from the moment they said hello. 'Perhaps,' he
thought, 'she 
missed me as much as I missed her.

 Beverly was suddenly reminded by the very loud noises coming from her
stomach, that she had missed dinner once again. "I'm sorry, I worked
right 
through dinner." She said sheepishly.

He looked up at her and smiled, "Some things never change."

Finally moving away from the warmth of him, she moved toward the
kitchen once 
again. Looking over her shoulder at him reclining on the couch, she
asked "You 
coming, or are you just going to sit there and make me eat alone?"

***
Their meal eaten, they once again settled onto the couch and into
casual 
conversation about their friends still serving shipboard.

"I hear Captain Riker and the Titan have been making real progress
with the 
Romulans," he began.

"Yes, Deanna sends me communiqué's almost daily. She said Will is
really earning 
the trust of several high ranking Romulan leaders," she replied, just
a little 
distracted at the mention of Will and Deanna.

"I bet he had no idea that defending Romulus from its enemies, while
they try to 
rebuild the government, would be such a difficult task. Will has been
involved in 
more battles in the past ten months than the Enterprise was during the
entire 
Dominion War."

She nodded slowly, her mind clearly not on the battles of the Titan.

Glancing at her, he could tell something was troubling her. "Is
something wrong, 
Beverly?" 

She sighed and smiled nervously at him. She knew this conversation was
inevitable. She missed him so much these past months that she vowed to
herself 
a few weeks ago that if she ever got the chance, she would open her
heart to 
him. " I was just thinking about Will and Deanna… Actually, I've been
thinking 
about them a lot lately."

"And that makes you sad?"

She rubbed her suddenly moist palms on her pants. "I guess I have been
thinking 
a lot about choices. Choices they had the resolve to make, that I was
too afraid 
to make."

"Beverly, what are you talking about?"

She turned to face him, her eyes catching his, and said softly, "I
envy them, Jean 
Luc, for having the courage to do what we… What 'I' couldn't do."

Realization finally registered on his face and he smiled. "Beverly,
you don't.."

"Wait, please, let me finish, while I still have the nerve." She
waited until he 
acknowledged her request for silence then she began again.

"I envy Will and Deanna for giving in to the feelings they have. They
knew that 
they would only achieve true happiness, true completion, if they were
together."

She took a deep, cleansing breath and for once, spoke honestly from
her heart, 
the months of loneliness without him making her no longer afraid to
speak her 
hearts desire,  "I'm tired, Jean Luc, tired of fighting my feelings,
tired of being 
alone."

She leaned toward him and gently kissed his lips before continuing.
"I've missed 
you so much these past months," she whispered.

He shivered at the feel of her breath on his lips, "I've missed you
too, Beverly."

***

Her eyes glistened as she smiled. "Jean Luc, there is something I have
been 
meaning to tell you for a long time now. I have tried to tell you
numerous times 
over the past several years, but something always got in the way."

Sensing her growing nervousness, and knowing what she intended to say,
he 
smiled and brushed his fingers along her face and whispered, "Beverly,
I love 
you."

Hearing his whispered declaration eased some of her nervousness. She
paused 
momentarily and leaned in, once again, and gently pressed her lips
against his.

Pulling back slightly, she smiled at the blissful expression on his
face. She 
gasped softly when he finally opened his eyes and she saw the raw
desire 
reserved for her, hidden in his hazel depths.

He reached for her hair, running his fingers tenderly through her
auburn mane. 
"I've always wondered if your hair was a soft as it looked," he said
quietly.

"And is it?" she shuddered at the feel of his fingers caressing her
hair.

"Even softer." His hands moved to the back of her head, pulling her
toward him 
for another kiss.

Slowly, she felt his hands move down her back, she sighed as he pulled
her 
closer to him. 

Her tongue traced his lips, seeking admittance into the warmth of his
mouth. She 
felt her skin flush hot at the first touch of his tongue to hers.

Moving her legs to sit astride him, she slowly closed the remaining
distance 
between their bodies, their mouths never losing rhythm. 

Feeling the hard length of him pressed against her center, she moaned
deeply 
against his mouth.

Realizing that they were about to cross the point of no return, he
slowly ended 
their kiss. "Beverly, please tell me this is what you really want."

Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, "Jean Luc, this is what I have
wanted for 
a very long time.  You complete me, you are my heart. I love you."

She felt his hands move to her hips as he pulled her closer to him.
Her hair 
cascaded down her back as she arched backward slightly, slowly
grinding her 
pelvis against his.

Leaning toward her, he moved his mouth over her breasts, kissing her
through 
her tank top as his hands eased the hem of her shirt up. Breaking
contact just 
long enough to remove her shirt, his eyes feasted on her bared chest,
his mouth 
hungrily resumed its assault on her pebbled nipples.

The feel of his warm breath on her, his tongue moving across her
breasts, 
sparked a need deep within her. She wanted him… NOW.

"Jean Luc, Make love to me." Her voice trembled with undisguised
desire.

Deftly, he lifted her off his lap and stood, pulling her to him. She
heard him sigh 
her name as the full length of her body came in contact with him. 

Smiling shyly, she took his hands in hers and slowly backed toward her
bedroom.

Reaching the hallway leading to her room, Jean Luc maneuvered her
against the 
wall. He trailed moist kisses across her breasts and along her neck,
up to her 
lips, sending shivers of desire throughout her body, before pulling
back.

Looking into her passion filled eyes, he whispered, "I love you, I
have from the 
very first moment I saw you."

Her eyes shone brightly with her love for him. Taking his hand once
again, she 
led him into her bedroom. 
***

She shyly turned to face him as they approached her bed. "I've never
been this 
nervous before," she said shakily. 

"Nor have I," he said.

Reaching for the fasteners of his shirt, her fingers unhurriedly
opened the 
buttons. His shirt open, she turned her eyes to the mottled gray hair
adorning his 
well-muscled chest. He exhaled a shaky breath as her fingers joined
her eyes in 
the exploration of his chest. 

She leaned into him, running her tongue along his neck, as her hands
removed his 
shirt completely.
 
Her body quivered as he sighed her name and she willingly relinquished
control 
to him.

He eased her down to sit on the bed as he kneeled between her legs.
With ease, 
he removed her boots and socks. His hands simultaneously moved up her
calves, 
past her knees, toward the waist of her pants. His fingers brushed
softly against 
her waist before sliding effortlessly into her pants.

She lay back slightly, lifting her hips, as he removed her pants and
underwear in 
one fluid motion.

Tossing the garments aside, he turned his gaze toward her once more.
His eyes 
feasted on her form, still reclining on the bed, naked and laid out
before him. 

Climbing next to her, onto the soft mattress, his mouth set out along
the path his 
eyes took, down her long slender neck, over her shoulders and toward
her small, 
round peaks.

She moaned loudly as he took her nipple into the warmth of his mouth,
his hand 
making sure the other was not neglected. She sighed his name as his
tongue 
moved along the underside of her breast.

He continued to ply featherlike kisses on her smooth, peaches and
cream-like 
skin as he proceeded on his southerly path.

Feeling her wriggle as he dipped his tongue into the hollow of her
navel, he 
smiled and filed away her reaction for future use.

She shivered with anticipation as his fingertips softly brushed her
skin, exploring 
every curve of her body. She moaned with desire and seductively called
out to 
him, "oh, Jean Luc…"

Her body quivered as his mouth danced through her soft curls. Knowing
what her 
body's response would be if she allowed him to continue his
ministrations, and 
not wanting to come until they were joined together, she reached down
and 
caressed the smooth contours of his head, gaining his attention. 

He looked up and met her smoldering eyes and was taken aback at he
depths of 
the desire reflected in the indigo.
She motioned to him with her finger and sighed, "Come here, my love." 

He stood at the foot of the bed, removed his remaining clothing before
once 
again laying his now naked body along the length of hers.

'Gods, he feels glorious,' her body screamed to feel more of him, to
feel his 
hardness within her.

Reaching for his face, she drew him in closer and trailed her lips
across his 
mouth. She darted her tongue out, daring him to do the same.

Their mouths joined in a deep, soul searing kiss that, when broken,
left them 
gasping for air.

She parted her legs and he settled between her milk white thighs, the
full length 
of him coming to rest against her.

He shuddered as she ran her fingers down his spine, her hands, moving
of their 
own accord, toward his backside.  The pads of her fingers gently
kneaded the 
firm rounds of his rear before moving to caress his hips. 

His body was racked with small quakes as she reached between them and 
grasped his erect member firmly in her hand.

He leaned down and traced the outline of her lips with his tongue,
before 
invading her mouth.

She moaned deeply against his opened mouth as he raked his fingers
through her 
wet curls.

She tore herself out of his kiss as she felt his thick fingers flick
over her 
sensitive bud before gently penetrating her warm sex.

Feeling her orgasm rapidly building, she removed his hand, and
centered his 
throbbing length at her entrance.  

She held him above her, teasing him with her wetness before locking
her legs 
around his waist, arching her pelvis and driving him into her, gasping
as he filled 
her completely.

He moved his hands to brace against the mattress on either side of her
head, and 
then raised himself over her.

Her eyes met his and they smiled, each growing accustomed to the feel
of the 
other.

She squeezed her muscles tightly around his rock hard shaft, signaling
her 
readiness.

Eyes still locked, he began his slow withdrawal from her sex.

The feel of him slowly moving his body against hers, his thick member
moving 
inside her, sent her quickly over the edge. "Oh, God…" she moaned
loudly 

She vaguely heard him chuckle. "That was quick," he said smiling.

"It's been a long time for me…and I missed you…a lot…" she stammered,
trying 
to regain her breath.

"Breathe, Beverly" he chuckled and remained inside her as she calmed
her body.

A mischievous smile lit her face, "Can't… You take my breath away.'

He rolled his eyes, and said laughingly, "God that was horrible!"

***


She arched her pelvis and began to rotate her hips against him,
letting him know 
she was ready again.

In perfect synchronization, they rocked their bodies back and forth,
letting their 
arousal grow slowly, to new heights.

Their breathing came in short, ragged pants and gasps as they
approached the 
crescendo, their bodies' moved as one. 

Feeling the urgency of the moment, hazel sought out blue, their eyes
locked and 
they whispered, "I love you" as they tumbled over into the abyss.
***
As the sun rose brightly over the San Francisco bay, two people lay
tightly 
entwined in each other's arms, hands and mouths moving over each other
in a 
rhythmic dance.

She promised him, when she left the Enterprise, that she would save
the last 
dance for him. Their bodies were intimately dancing now, and it was a
dance that 
would go on forever.

<END>
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