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Title: The Goddess FaQtor
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG 
New 1/4
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash, Q
Summary: During her adventures with Q, Vash tried to stay out of
Author's note:  Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  This
occurs in the Reasons of the Heart timeline.
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


The Goddess FaQtor

"You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she"  
--One Night in Bangkok 


      "Captain's personal log, the Enterprise is in orbit around the planet
Sharia in the Gamma quadrant.  We have finished negotiating an
agreement that will allow us to chart areas of space claimed by the
Sharian including the nearby Verath system.  Interestingly enough,
Sharia was originally colonized by people from the Verath system tens
of thousands of years ago.  My wife and I along with Commander Riker
and Counselor Troi have been invited by Tamrof Latigid, Sharia's Chief
Administrator, to attend a formal reception this evening at the
capital's great hall."

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

      With the final course of the banquet being served, Captain Jean-Luc
Picard's attention was drawn to his wife who was sitting a few seats
down from him.  The soft tailoring, grey pinstripes and  long, slim
skirt of her black dress suit gave her an air of elegant
sophistication while she engaged in conversation with two senior
Sharian governmental officials.  Both older men appeared enchanted as
she graced them with her most charming smile.  When Vash thanked the
waiter placing a dessert plate in front of her, the young man seemed
almost in awe.  Observing her on the receiving end of male adulation
was nothing new to Picard, she was a petite brunette with sparkling
blue eyes, perfect curves, long legs, and a vivacious personality; to
put it quite simply, men liked Vash.  Nevertheless, Picard had noticed
during the evening's festivities that all of the Sharians seemed
notably deferential toward Vash with the males especially attentive. 
She turned her head toward him.

      Catching Jean-Luc staring, Vash's eyes locked with his for a brief
moment.  He appeared quite dashing with his crisp, white jacket
trimmed with gold braiding and the fitted black trousers of his dress
uniform emphasizing his sleek, muscular build.  She lowered her gaze
and peered flirtatiously through her lashes giving him a coquettish
smile full of promise before returning her attention back to the two
Sharian officials.

      The captain knew she was deliberately playing with him, tempting him.
 He fought to rein in his response even as his pulse quickened,
demonstrating the sway this woman could wield over him with a mere
glance.  He wanted to kiss her; he wanted her to be sitting next to
him instead of being so far away.

      "You must forgive Rojem and Ronem, Captain Picard.  They usually
don't behave like besotted adolescents.  They're obviously so dazzled
by your wife's presence that they have forgotten themselves."

      Picard blinked as the sound of Creanne Latigid's voice startled him
out of his reverie.  Inwardly chastising himself, he turned toward the
Chief Administrator's wife with his most diplomatic smile.  Creanne
Latigid was a mature, stately-looking woman with dark eyes and
aristocratic features reminiscent
of Ambassador Sarek's widow, Perrin.  "There is nothing to forgive. 
Vash seems to be enjoying their attention and I view it simply as one
of the repercussions of being married to a beautiful woman, Mrs.
Latigid, a burden your husband shares."

      "You're quite the charming diplomat, Captain, thank you."

      "You mentioned that this building houses some of your planet's
foremost pieces of artwork as well as being the place your
government's legislative body meets," Picard quickly changed the
subject, picking up his glass.

      "Yes, the finest collection of art on the entire planet," Creanne
Latigid  smiled with pride.  "Would you and your party be interested
in a tour of the artwork contained in the Great Hall after our meal?"

      Taking a drink, Picard set down his glass and nodded, "Indeed, we
would."

      "Very well then, it's settled," she replied.

      "Thank you," Picard nodded graciously.

      Riker winked in Deanna's direction.  'Nice save by the Captain,' he
thought to her.  'Vash clearly has him distracted this evening.   What
is it you always joke about?  There's nothing like a little perceived
male competition to spur on the alpha male?'

      Counselor Deanna Troi covered her own amusement with a drink of her
wine as she thought back, 'I'm beginning to suspect there may be more
to the Sharian's preoccupation with Vash than mere sexual attraction.'

      'Are you detecting a threat . . .'

      'No, nothing malevolent,'  Deanna rushed to assure him as she felt
his growing wariness.  'I'm sensing tremendous emotional reaction at
Vash's appearance in particular from all of the Sharians, male and
female.  It's more like astonishment or awe than actual attraction
and, for some reason, the males are particularly mesmerized.  I can't
tell you any more than that right now.'

      'It looks like this might turn out to be a very interesting evening,'
 Riker thought in reply.  'Just keep working on it and if you feel
anything even remotely threatening--'

      Deanna sent him a droll look.  'You'll feel it before I can even
finish thinking it, Imzadi.'

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

      Chief Administrator Tamrof Latigid and Creanne Latigid led the small
group from the Enterprise through the maze of corridors in Sharia's
Great Hall, briefly describing the history and cultural significance
of each piece of artwork they passed.  Walking through the massive
double doors, the group entered the ornately-decorated chamber where
the planet's governing body met.  Paintings and carvings along the
walls showed the history of Sharia in brilliant color.  Curved tables
formed a gallery in front of an officious-looking podium, all of which
looked somewhat out of place in the opulence of the room.  Behind the
Chief Administrator's podium was a recessed alcove flanked by
elaborately-carved pillars with a single, immense painting that
dominated the alcove and made it appear almost as a shrine.  As
Jean-Luc Picard took in the painting, it stopped him in his tracks. 
In the painting, a woman stood adorned in an ethereal, mesh-like gown
made completely of glittering multicolored jewels.  The sparkling
filigree of the garment concealed only enough of the woman's exquisite
body to incite the observer's imagination.  It was only when his eyes 
had traveled past the perfect curves of her feminine silhouette to
reach her face was he struck still, instantly recognizing the
seductive, come-hither expression.  Picard blinked, unable to believe
what he was seeing; however, there was no denying the obvious.  The
beautiful, alluring woman in the painting was Vash.

      'Now, I've heard of a boudoir painting, but this is just a bit over
the top, '  Deanna thought to Will as soon as she recovered.

      'Even for Vash?' Will sent the teasing thought with a wicked glint in
his eye.

      'Even for Vash; although, the painting does explain the Sharian's
reaction to Vash,' she replied.

      'While opening a virtual Pandora's box of questions.'  Riker glanced
over at Picard.  Complete shock registered plainly on the
usually-unflappable captain's face.  Only half-joking Riker added,
'Should we call Beverly and have her prepare another artificial
heart?'

      'He's not quite that bad, close but not quite.'  She fought down her
own growing amusement.

      'And the subject of the painting?' he couldn't help asking.  Vash was
standing next to Picard, laying low for the moment.

      Deanna gaze followed her husband's toward Vash's direction.  'The
whole thing is certainly playing to her vanity.  She is mildly
surprised but in no way as stunned as the rest of us.  Her emotions
right now could best be described by the word ooops.'

      "This painting is our planet's oldest known piece of artwork. It is a
depiction of Vasharia, the ancient Verathan goddess of beauty for whom
Sharia was named," Chief Administrator Tamrof Latigid explained,
moving toward the painting.

      Chief Administrator  turned to Vash.  "Mrs. Picard, I do hope our
reaction to your presence hasn't made you uncomfortable.  It must be a
coincidence of cosmic proportions, however, as you can see your name
as well as your appearance bears an uncanny resemblance to the goddess
Vasharia."

      Vash responded with a small graceful nod of her head, slipping easily
into the role of a dignitary.  "I thought that the Sharians were the
most hospitable and sociable people I had ever had the fortune of
meeting, but I'm so flattered to know that you see a resemblance in me
to such a breathtaking portrait."

      "You have Vasharia's grace and charm as well," Tamrof beamed.  He
turned to Picard, "You are indeed a lucky man, Captain."

      "Indeed," he acknowledged diplomatically.  He grasped Vash's arm,
subtly but firmly pulling her toward him.  "It certainly is an
exquisite piece of artwork.  I would be very interested in learning
more about this goddess Vasharia."  He looked down at Vash, waiting
until she peered up out of the corner of her eye at him.  "Wouldn't
you, dear?"

      Vash leaned in closer and gazed up at him adoringly with her most
innocent expression.  "Of course, darling; it would be fascinating to
learn more about such an intriguing mythological figure."

      "You are welcome to access our planet's database, everything known
about the goddess Vasharia as well as the rest of our history can be
found there," Tamrof offered proudly.

      "Thank you, Chief Administrator.  We truly appreciate the gracious
hospitality that the Sharian's have shown us; however, we should be
returning to our ship," Picard said with a polite nod.

      "Of course," Tamrof Latigid nodded in return. "May you be fortunate
in your travels, Captain."

      "Thank you, sir."  Picard tapped his communicator.  "Enterprise, four
to beam up."

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

      Lieutenant Commander Geoff Lar, the Enterprise's Betazoid Chief of
Security, stood behind the console in transporter room three.  He
expertly worked the controls and Captain Picard, Mrs. Picard,
Commander Riker and Counselor Troi materialized on the transporter
pad.  Instantly and unbidden, a vivid and seductive mental picture of
Vash from the captain's mind intruded into Lar's thoughts.  Picard's
attention was intensely focused on the vivid vision, which Lar forced
aside with a slight shake of his head,  once again surprised at how
little human's knew about their own  mental abilities.

      "Unbelievable!" Picard shouted as he stepped off of the transporter
platform.

      "Unbelievable that I could resemble a goddess of beauty?" Vash
replied, completely unabashed.

      "Oh no, little girl, you're not squirming your way out of this one." 
Picard spun to face his wife pointing his finger at her.  "There was
no resembling about it.  I don't know how, but every line, every
curve, every feature of the woman in that painting right down to the
bedroom expression she wore was you."

      Riker watched Vash reach out to gracefully lay her left hand over the
captain's 'engage finger' and descended from the transporter pad like
a queen with Picard instinctively adjusting his grip to help her down
from the pad.  The diamonds in her wedding ring glittered in the light
as she transformed Picard's reproachful finger-pointing into a gallant
gesture.  The first officer managed to smoother an escaping chuckle
with a cough, but he didn't dare risk a glance much less a thought in
Deanna's direction.

      Watching Vash serenely step down off the transporter pad to stand
next to him, Picard's thoughts all revolved around on the Sharian
painting.

      "Captain," Lar called as the image that he now assumed was the
Sharian painting intruded into his mind again.

      After giving Vash a stern look, Picard turned toward his security
chief. "Yes, Commander."

      "You're projecting your thoughts rather forcefully, sir," Lar
advised.

      "Acknowledged, Mr. Lar."  Picard tapped his communicator.  "Picard to
Bridge."

      Data's voice sounded over the comm, "Bridge here, sir."

      "Mr. Data, I want a senior staff meeting in ten minutes and tell
Commander Chakotay to download all information relating to the goddess
Vasharia available in the Sharian database and bring it with him," 
Picard ordered.

      "Aye, sir."

      Picard turned back to Vash, "Professor Picard, as the Archaeology
Council's representative and the ship's chief archaeologist, you will
be joining us."

      "Of course, dear . . . Captain," Vash replied sweetly.

............... End Part 1 ..................

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Posted: 12 Feb 2004 16:30:16 -0800  
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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: The Goddess FaQtor
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG 
New 2/4
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash, Q
Summary: During her adventures with Q, Vash tried to stay out of
Author's note:  Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  This
occurs in the Reasons of the Heart timeline.
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


The Goddess FaQtor

"You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she"  
--One Night in Bangkok 


Continued from part 1

      The turbolift ride to the bridge was silent, Will Riker and Deanna
stood behind the Captain and Vash.  Commander Lar had taken a
different turbolift stating that he needed to stop by his office
before the staff meeting.  Picard wore a controlled, impassive
expression while standing at parade rest with his hands clasped behind
his back.  Vash was a stark contrast, leaning against the wall of the
turbolift in a casual hip-hitched pose.  Although not actually
smiling, she looked insufferably pleased with herself.

      'I don't think Vash is conscious of the captain's current mood,' Will
thought to Deanna.

      'To the contrary, she is very perceptive of his moods,'  Deanna
responded impishly, 'and well aware that many things are forgiven
after a really good blow job.'

      'Deanna!' Will turned to stare at his wife in disbelief.

      Deanna looked back at her husband with open amusement.  'Right now
our captain is a fascinating study in conflicting emotions.  He is
irritated, frustrated, and completely exasperated; however, he is also
intrigued, tantalized, and sexually aroused.  The situation with the
Sharian painting embodies everything about Vash that drives him to
complete distraction.  To quote your father, he doesn't know whether
to shit or wind his watch.'

      'This senior staff meeting should be an entertaining end to our
evening,' Riker thought back.

      'Dinner and a show,' Deanna mentally quipped as the doors opened to
the bridge.

       Picard gestured for Vash to preceded him out of the turbolift and
onto the bridge.  Smiling sweetly at the on duty personnel, she
gracefully made her way toward the observation lounge.  The captain
found that he could not help but notice the subtle sway of her hips as
he followed her.  Entering the observation  lounge, he nodded to Data,
Geordi LaForge, and Beverly Crusher who were already seated at the
conference table.  Vash walked around the table to sit next to Beverly
and Deanna followed, taking the chair on the other side of Vash.  He
groaned inwardly realizing he was facing an encounter with the trio in
a senior staff meeting.  Will took his usual seat next to Data.

      "Well, someone certainly has his pips all bunched in a knot," Vash
noted under her breath to Beverly and Deanna while making herself
comfortable in her chair.

      The comment prompted Beverly to want to ask what happened during the
Sharian reception; before she could pose the question, the doors to
the observation lounge opened and Commander Lar walked in followed by
Chakotay, who flashed her a quick grin.  It was immediately obvious to
Beverly that Chakotay knew something about what was going on.  She
could see her husband struggling not to laugh and amusement lit his
soft brown eyes while he studiously avoided looking in Vash's
direction.

      Picard waited a moment for everyone to take their seats.  "Your
report, Commander Chakotay."

      "Yes, Captain." Chakotay rose and moved  to the large viewer in the
front of the lounge.  He tapped a few controls and on the viewer
appeared the painting depicting Vasharia from the Sharian capital's
Great Hall.

      Out of the corner of his eye, Picard saw Vash gaze up nonchalantly at
the ceiling.  A collective gasp filled the room.

      Beverly barely choked down her 'oh shit' comment.

      "Oh my God!" Geordi muttered in disbelief.

      "It is a magnificent piece of art with aspects reminiscent of
different Earth masters such as Michelangelo, Monet, Degas, and
Renoir.  Most curious though is the figure's resemblance to Professor
Picard."  Data paused in his analysis, taking notice of the captain's
pained expression. "Oh."

      Riker heard Deanna's amused voice in his head.  'I think Data just
figured out why we're all sitting here.'

      "Mr. Chakotay, please."  Picard gestured to the ship's anthropologist
to continue.

      Chakotay took a deep breath and was careful not to actually look at
Vash.   "As you know, the planet Sharia was originally a colonized by
people from the Verath system.  Professor Picard's own work on the
Verath system cites the Verathan civilization reaching its height
around 30,000 years ago.  The only thing that remains of the Verathan
culture on Sharia is a few mythical archetypes including the ancient
Verathan goddess Vasharia, the planet's name sake. Vasharia was the
Verathan goddess of fertility, inebriety and music "

      Sharing an amused glance with Vash, Beverly quipped softly, "Sex,
drugs, and rock and roll?"

      "Doctor," Picard chided.  He knew the trio sitting together would not
bode well for him.

      Silently willing himself not to laugh at Beverly's remark, Chakotay
continued, "Although most of the rites surrounding her have been lost,
Vasharia continues to represent the Sharian culture's epitome of
feminine beauty and sexuality.  Because the Sharians do not have the
genetics required for blue eyes, the goddess's vivid blue eyes were
fabled to be the result of her birth from the blue waters of the sea. 
Her web-like jeweled gown was said to have been created for her as a
token of affection from the stars themselves."

      Vash gave a regal toss of her hair and a coy smile. "My, how
flattering."

      "Professor Picard," Captain Picard's tone was more than a touch
admonishing while gesturing toward the painting.  "I don't think it is
going too far out on a limb to suggest that this is no mere
coincidence."

      A familiar flash of  brilliant light filled the room and Vash
disappeared from her chair to reappear with Q standing alongside of
her next to the viewscreen.  The entity cupped her chin and raised her
face.  "30,000 years and she doesn't appear to have aged a day."

      Although he had read reports about Q, Lar had never actually
encountered the entity; nonetheless, he was instantly on his feet
moving toward Q.  The Security Chief tapped his communicator, not
surprised when it didn't activate.  He tried again as he positioned
himself between the intruder and his captain; the communicator
remained silent.

      "Stand down, Commander," Picard sighed wearily.  This was the perfect
end to the perfect evening.

      "Usually one finds such brainless bravado in a Klingon, not a
Betazoid.  So where is Worf, my favorite microbrain?" Q taunted
sardonically.

      "Sir?" Lar asked meaningfully under his breath, his eyes not leaving
the intruder.

      "She's all right, he won't hurt her.  We have an understanding,"
Picard assured Lar.

      "That understanding does not include hot-headed Betazoids.  Now where
should I send you to cool off?"  The entity raised his hand.

      Vash quickly grabbed Q's raised hand interposing herself between her
former security guard and whatever fate Q had planned for him.  "Q,
don't!"

      "Very well," Q shrugged, lowering his hand.  "It seems you enjoy the
protection of Madame's favor, for now."

      Lar stepped back but did not return to his seat.  Instead, he stood
at the side of the room at parade rest, his eyes never leaving the
entity.

      "Sir," Chakotay spoke up.

      "Chuckles!  What happened?  Did Kathy finally find someone with a
bigger tattoo?" Q crowed.

      Picard had often considered sitting down with Captain Janeway to
compare notes on Q; however the flirtatious diminutive and insinuating
tone Q had used while referring to Janeway left him wondering if Vash
and Janeway should be the ones comparing notes.  He turned to
Chakotay.  "Yes, Commander?"

      "We can't make him leave until he deems to do so.  May I suggest we
ignore him, maybe he'll get bored and go away," Chakotay offered.

      "Hope springs eternal, huh, Chakotay," Geordi joked from his seat.

      "It's worth a try."  Picard glanced between Geordi and Chakotay. 
Tugging on the white jacket of his dress uniform, Picard sat back down
in his chair and addressed his wife, "Would you care to explain
yourself, Professor?"

      Vash glanced over her shoulder at the image on the viewscreen before
facing Jean-Luc. "The Verathian's largest city-state was located near
an ocean coast; they held a immense festival commemorating the vernal
equinox and the growth season.  It was a wonderful celebration with
carnivals, music, food, fruit wines, and dancing, the largest of these
revelries took place just outside the city on the actual coastline
with the ocean making a spectacular backdrop.  Q popped me in to
observe this particular carnival on multiple occasions over a number
of years."

      "Something tells me he didn't just simply pop you in to observe at a
discreet distance." Picard reached up to rub the bridge of his nose.

      "Well," Vash innocently studied the ceiling tile.

      "What kind of Frenchman are you, Jean-Luc?  Women like Vash should
always make an entrance.  Each time she appeared on the highest bluff
in her jeweled gown with the waves crashing up from below," Q
proclaimed melodramatically.

      "While I'll admit I appreciate your flair for the dramatic," Vash put
her finger over Q's lips to silence him. "Don't help."

      "How many times over how long, exactly?" Picard demanded,
exasperation with his wife creeping into his voice.

      "Around 60 times over 300 years, give or take," she admitted with a
slight shrug of her shoulders.  She inspected her perfectly manicured
nails.  "The temple was only there the last few times."

      "The temple was only there the last few times?" Picard echoed
incredulously.  "And it never occurred to you to correct the
situation?"

      "When someone asks you if you're a goddess, you say yes!" Vash
retorted in a flippant tone, throwing her head back and her arms open.

      Q heard a laugh escape Chakotay. "Oh my, is Chuckles actually
developing a sense of humor?  And while working for Picard no less? 
What would Kathy say?"

      "You can leave any time now, Q," Vash offered.  The entity was not
helping her case.

      "Leave?  When I have a ringside seat to a Picard lovers quarrel?" Q
appeared delighted at the prospect of witnessing such an occurrence.

      "My wife and I are not having a lovers quarrel.  This is a senior
staff meeting with the ship's chief archaeologist in attendance.  In
this situation, my feelings toward Vash are irrelevant," Picard
countered curtly.

      Q mimicked Picard's tone. "My feelings toward Vash are irrelevant. 
Now, where have we heard that before . . . Oh yes, now I remember." 
Suddenly the body of Sir Guy of Gisborn appeared on the floor with
Robin Hood's bloodstained broad sword sticking straight up from his
gut.

      Vash rolled her eyes.  "My Q, that's vivid.  One problem, Jean-Luc
had his sword with him when he burst into the tower where I was being
held."

      "Detail, details.  Who wants to bother with keeping all those minor
points of continuity straight," Q said dismissively, waving a hand. 
The body disappeared.

      Ignoring Q for the moment, Picard grumbled, "I'm not looking forward
to yet another visit from Mr. Dulmer and Mr.Lucsly of the Federation
Department of Temporal Investigation. "

      "Not a problem," Vash observed blithely

      "Really?" Picard crossed his arms over his chest.  He couldn't wait
to hear this.

      Vash's voice was smug.  "Agents for the Federation Department of
Temporal Investigation do the investigation and then present the
report to the Federation Science Council's expert in the area to
determine if there was any potential damage to the flow of the
timeline.  Who is the Federation's most respected expert in Gamma
Quadrant antiquity?"

      "That would be you, Professor Picard," Data acknowledged.

      "Thank you, Commander."  Vash gave a regal toss of her hair and
flashed a triumphant smile at her husband before going over to sit
down between Beverly and Deanna again.

      As Vash walked past, Q praised her, "Again I must say, you're good,
you're really good."

      Beverly leaned over Vash to whisper to Deanna, "How does she do
that?"

      Vash giggled as Deanna whispered back to Beverly, "I don't know, but
I'm taking notes."

      Deciding to get back to the subject at hand, Chakotay looked over at
Vash, his own interest in ancient civilizations piqued.  "Being able
to actually converse and interact with the Verathans must have been
tremendously  informative."

      Vash's eyes sparkled with love for her work.  "The insight into the
Gamma Quadrant's ancient civilizations was invaluable; imagine having
a living, breathing Rosetta Stone to work with."

       Chakotay addressed the rest of the command staff.  "Professor
Picard's work on the Verath System and the interconnected
communications network the Verathans devised to conduct trade with
other systems was key to unraveling certain mysteries about other
ancient civilizations in the surrounding systems."

      Picard responded somewhat dryly, "Commander, no one here would even
presume to debate the considerable significance of Professor Picard's
work on the Gamma Quadrant."

      Vash retorted under her breath, "that's wise."

      Picard continued, "still, we must decide if we should inform the
Sharians in order to rectify the situation."

      Vash looked at him baffled.  "Why?  All I did was converse with the
Verathans for information on their culture; there were no parting of
seas or raising of mountains.  The rites surrounding Vasharia have
been lost, now only the image and the name remain.  The planet's Chief
Administrator believed my appearance and name were just a
coincidence."

      Chakotay shot an apologetic glance toward Vash before speaking up. 
"Unfortunately, there is a small group of very fanciful philosophers
who have begun to theorize that Vash maybe the reincarnation of the
goddess."

      "You're kidding," Vash leaned back in her chair laughing.  On either
side of her, Deanna and Beverly were also having a hard time keeping a
straight face.

      Picard regarded the trio.  "I fail to see the humor in this
situation."

      Vash smothered the last of her giggles.  "It's not as if  I'm
planning the triumphant, mythological return of the all-powerful
Vasharia."

      Picard turned on Q, giving his most commanding glare.

      Throwing his hands up, Q gasped in shock, "Vash, super-human powers? 
Oh please Picard, even I'm not that reckless; still, you're left with
to tell them or not to tell them, that is the question."

      Returning his attention to Vash, the captain sat back in his chair
and continued in a firm, commanding tone, "I want you to prepare a
complete and detailed accounting of every minute you spent with Q. 
Aside from this, I would like to know if there are any other
unpleasant surprises we can expect in this region of space."

      "Pushing the envelope on death-defying stunts, please direct your
attention to the center ring where Johnny Picard is attempting to give
his wife, the goddess, a direct order," Q announced as if he were PT
Barnum himself.

      Picard and Vash both spun toward the entity with a menacing, "Q!"

      "I know when I'm not wanted, no one has to drop a house on me," Q
complained, raising his hand and disappearing in a blinding flash.

      After a long moment, Data spoke first, "Sir, Starfleet precedent
would suggest that, in this situation, it is up to the Captain to
decide a course of action.  Captain James Kirk was faced with a
similar situation on Sigma Lotia II and chose not to reveal the
pertinent information to the society.  The inhabitants of the planet,
the Lotians, patterned their entire society on the gangsters of early
twentieth century Chicago.  A pre-space travel society,  it seems the
Lotians had found the book, "Chicago Mobs of the Twenties" among the
wreckage of  the USS Horizon, an early Federation starship that
crashed into their planet."

      Unable to help herself, Vash quipped impishly, "I want it noted that
on my planet no one is running around with tommy guns and butchering
the English language."

............ End Part 2 ..............

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Title: The Goddess FaQtor
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG 
New 3/4
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash, Q
Summary: During her adventures with Q, Vash tried to stay out of
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The Goddess FaQtor

"You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she"  
--One Night in Bangkok 

Continued from part 2
      After Picard dismissed them, the senior staff began to prepare to
leave.  Standing up and blocking Vash's path, the captain assured her
in a quiet but firm tone, "Ma petite, I would count on you and I
having a long conversation when I get home."

      "I'll be sure to wait up for you, darling," Vash replied sweetly,
reaching up to cup his cheek with her palm.  She stood up on tiptoe
and leaned in for a brief kiss, relishing the passionate charge she
felt from him as her lips brushed his.  She stepped past him to make
her way over to the door where Beverly and Deanna waited for her.

      Deanna chuckled as Vash approached them, "a goddess on the mountain
top."

      Beverly started softly singing a little ditty that had been going
through her head all during the meeting.  "She's got it, yeah, baby,
she's got it.  I'm your Venus.  I'm your fire, at your desire.  Well,
I'm your Venus.  I'm your fire, at your desire."

      Not to be left out, Deanna joined in, "her weapons were her crystal
eyes making every man a man . . ."

      Vash glanced back at Jean-Luc before playfully shoving her friends
through the door chuckling, "I'm in deep enough shit without you two
digging me in deeper."

      "So the significance of the situation has registered somewhere in
that pretty little head," Picard muttered under his breath sitting
back down in his chair and unfastening the tight collar of his dress
jacket.  With the observation lounge now empty except Will Riker and
himself, the captain looked up at his first officer.  "You have an
observation, Number One."

      "Permission to speak candidly, sir." Riker sat down in the chair
across from Picard.

      "Of course, Will."

      "You send this omnipotent Bonnie and Clyde duo out on an
interdimensional tour of the universe with only one caveat, that he
guarantee her safety and now you're surprised by this result?"  The
first officer's amusement was obvious in his voice.

      "And you're not surprised?" Picard inquired leaning back in his
chair.

      "No.  The only thing that surprises me is that the painting isn't a
nude.  I remember you once telling me that every once in a while you
must bow to the absurd," Riker gestured to the painting.

      Starting to see the humor, Picard gave a small smile. "Is that your
way of reminding me we all have our horga`hns to bear, Number One?"

      "Aye, sir."  Riker stood up to leave.

      "Thank you, Will."

      "Good night, Captain."

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

      Two hours later, Picard walked into his quarters to see Vash standing
in the doorway of their bedroom.  Her brunette hair gently cascaded to
her shoulders, perfectly framing her lovely face.  The full-length
peignoir made of midnight blue velvet accentuated the color of her
eyes.  The robe hung open, displaying the negligee beneath and the
full curves of her breasts threatening to spill over the plunging
scoop neckline and thin spaghetti straps.  The luxuriant velvet
skimmed her feminine silhouette to fall into sweeping folds around her
legs.  She leisurely strolled toward him with her hands clasped behind
her back and the negligee's full skirt swirling around her legs with
each step.  She pressed herself against him, her body perfectly
molding to his at every point, from the soft roundness of her breasts
against his chest to the intertwining of their legs.  Rising up on tip
toe, she brought her face within a hairsbreadth of his the lure of her
lush lips tantalizingly close.

      "Waiting up as ordered, Captain," Vash whispered in a seductive purr,
noticing the carnal heat reflected in Jean-Luc's steel-grey eyes.  In
spite of himself, he had obviously been driven to distraction by the
painting of Vasharia.  She knew that keeping him off balance was the
only hope she had of winning this particular argument.  She pressed
her lips to his in an impassioned kiss.  She felt his hands entangle
in her hair, pulling her closer and crushing her mouth beneath his to
deepen the kiss.  A soft moan of triumph escaped her as his mouth took
possession of hers, his tongue forcing its way inside to plunder and
pillage the moist cavern.

      "Bridge to Captain Picard," Data's voice sounded through the room.

      'Saved by the android's summons,' Picard thought sardonically as he
pulled back breaking the kiss.  Releasing his hold on Vash, he stepped
back, his pulse pounding in a primal rhythm that was almost audible. 
The provocative painting of Vash had fired his imagination with
incredibly erotic visions.  Her eyes fluttered open locking with his
while she wet her lips with just the very tip of her tongue.  She was
playing his emotions with the consummate skill of a virtuoso, in a few
more moments, he would have forgotten the conversation he intended to
have with her and nothing but sating his desire for her would have
mattered.  Which is exactly what the cunning little minx had intended.
 He took a deep breath to center himself before tapping his
communicator.  "Picard here.  Go ahead, Commander."

      "Stellar cartography would like permission to make several, serious
adjustments to one of the secondary sensor arrays for their scans of
the Verath system," the second officer informed him.

      "Have them check with tactical and make sure the planned changes
don't interfere with any of our defensive systems.  As long as that
criteria is met, permission granted," Picard's eyes never left Vash as
he responded.

      "Aye, sir.  Data out."  The channel closed.

      Crossing his arms, he regarded her expectantly.  "You were actually
planning on using sex as leverage to give yourself a tactical
advantage in this situation."

      "Why, Mon Capitaine, what would ever make you think I'm capable of
such a thing?" she gushed, feigning a breathless naivet�.

      "I have little doubt that the woman in that painting is capable of
that very thing,"  Picard replied tightly.  It took considerable
effort to keep his gaze from trailing down her feminine silhouette. 
With her hands behind her back, the creamy mounds of her breasts
jutted out evocatively against the risqu� lines of her peignoir.

      Vash raised an eyebrow and taunted lasciviously, "The woman in the
painting is only capable of it because the heroic Captain Jean-Luc
Picard wants to take her to bed for a hard and fast, wham-bam, merci
madame, headboard whacking against the wall, fu --"

      "Engineering to Captain Picard," Geordi's voice cut her off mid-word.

      "Picard here, go ahead, Mr. LaForge."

      "Sorry to disturb you, sir.  I've discovered some anomalous,
fluctuating readings from one of the anyon emitters," the chief
engineer informed him.

      "Is it a critical situation?" the captain inquired.

      "No, sir, I can easily configure the other emitters to compensate
while bypassing the effected emitter.  However, I would like to
replace it at the next starbase."

      "Understood.  Tomorrow morning have Commander Riker put that on the
requisition list," Picard ordered.

      "Aye, sir," Geordi replied, "goodnight, Captain."

      "Goodnight, Geordi," Picard closed the channel.  Returning his
attention to Vash, he grumbled, "my feelings in this situation are
irrelevant."

      Vash countered brazenly, "that's lame and no one bought it in the
staff meeting; although, the expression on your face when Q popped in
Sir Guy's skewered body would have been worth the price of admission
alone."

      "Will you forget my duel with Sir Guy?"  Picard stiffened visibly.

      "Never."  Vash gave a vain toss of her hair, quickly deciding on
another diversion.  "Just like in Nottingham, it's your own reactions
in this situation that have your pips in such a bunch.  When you first
saw the painting of me as the goddess Vasharia, you wanted me so badly
that it obliterated the stoic sensibilities of the cool, collected
Captain Picard."

      With a long suffering sigh of exasperation, he tugged on the bottom
of his dress jacket.  Her tactic was becoming all too clear, if at
first you don't succeed with seduction try switching the argument.  He
decided the best thing to do was just take that arrow right out of her
quiver.  "My love and desire for you are irrefutable facts, Vash.  You
are an extraordinarily beautiful woman and it is an exquisite painting
of you; however, my emotional reaction as your husband to the painting
is not the issue.  The issue at hand is the way you lied to the
Verathans."

      "I didn't lie lie, I just insinuated very convincingly," Vash
contended innocently.

      "That's your explanation for this?" Picard was becoming more
frustrated by the minute.

      "As promised, Q took me places and showed me things no human had ever
seen.  We had fun.  I brought back a few very impressive artifacts and
more importantly gathered a vast amount of extremely important
archaeological data."  She faced him with unabashed defiance.   From
behind her back she produced a data PADD and held it out to him. 
"Here is the report on my two years in the Gamma Quadrant with Q that
you ordered, Captain."

      "Thank you," he replied curtly, reaching out for the PADD.

      Before releasing her hold on the PADD, she added a stipulation,
"After 30,000 years, I think the statute of limitations is up on
Vasharia as well as everything else contained in here.  Agreed?"

      "Agreed."  Picard took the PADD, his voice a touch tighter than he
meant it to be.  "Tell me, ma chere, while the two of you were having
all this fun, did Q make a habit of draping you in provocative gowns
completely made of rare gems?"

      "Kibberian fire diamonds to be precise," Q taunted reappearing in a
bright flash.  "Jealousy is so unlike you, Jean-Luc."

      Refusing to dignify that with a response, Picard sat down behind his
desk with the PADD that Vash had given him. "Go away, Q, show's over. 
Vash is obviously heading to bed and I have work to do."

      The entity raised an eyebrow, "She's heading to bed  . . . alone?"

      "You're late, Q," Vash retorted blithely.  "I've already tried luring
him into bed, or onto the floor, or on top of his desk . . ."

      "Bon nuit, ma chere," Picard firmly interrupted Vash giving her a
meaningful look.  The last thing he wanted was to engage in some sort
of verbal menage a trois with Vash and Q.  Turning his attention to
the entity, he reiterated, "I have a lot of work to do."

      Q shook his head.  "Just as I thought, working too hard.  That always
leaves you in a foul mood."

      Picard muttered under his breath, "no, Q, dealing with you always
leaves me in a foul mood."

      Q simply ignored what Picard has just said.  "I left you unfairly
earlier.  You have a decision of immense importance to make and I'm
not helping.  Perhaps you need some firsthand experience to help you."

      "Q," Picard ground out as he stood up bracing his hands flat on the
desktop and leaning menacingly toward the entity.

      "Time to worship your goddess, Mon Capitaine," Q mocked gleefully
before all three vanished in another brilliant flash.

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

      The blinding flash faded and Picard found himself standing on a high
bluff overlooking an ocean, the vivid blue waters crashing against the
coastline with frothy whitecaps.  Farther down the coastline on a
lower bluff was an immense carnival just as Vash had described.  The
sea breeze carried the sounds of laughter and music along with the
tantalizing smell of exotic foods and fruit wines.  The captain turned
around to see a large, long, rectangular building constructed from a
highly-polished, cerulean-colored stone.  Pillars intricately carved
to appear as tall waves with whitecaps ran along one of the shorter
sides with the entrance in the center.   His first thought was 'a
temple,' right on the heels of that thought was the realization
'Vasharia's temple.'  Shaking his head, he muttered, "Mon Dieu."

      "Actually, ma deesse would be more precise," Q corrected from behind
him.

      "Where is she, Q?"

      Q gestured toward the ancient temple.  "Probably making herself at
home."

      "Naturally."  Picard strode resolutely toward the entrance of the
temple.  Inside the structure, small sculptures of white-capped waves
carved from a phosphorescent white stone hung along the walls
providing the illumination.  One quarter of the way into the building,
stairs encompassing the entire width of the chamber led up to the
second level containing lavishly-set banquet tables with fruits,
wines, breads and such.  Another set of stairs lead to the third level
which held a large throne made of a sparkling crystal-like quartz
shaped to look like a spray of water.  A lavish drapery behind the
throne hid the rest of the level from view.  Beautiful waterfalls
cascaded down along the sides of  both sets of stairs.

      Only three steps into the immense chamber, the captain was once again
struck still.  Appearing just as she had in the painting, Vash stood
poised next to the crystal throne.  The perfect curves of her feminine
silhouette beckoned from beneath the sparkling filigree of her jeweled
web-like gown.  Sensual heat emanating from her vivid blue eyes
combined with an enigmatic, come-hither expression on her lovely face
to create an air of seductive mystique that left Picard breathless. 
Vash had been correct with her earlier assessment; from the moment he
had first seen the painting, thoughts of making love to Vash, as
Vasharia, claiming and possessing every inch of her for himself had
taunted him.  With her actually standing there the effect was
devastating.

      "And to think you were worried I might bestow mythical powers on
Vash.  Under these circumstances, not only would it be unnecessary, it
would be redundant.  The woman has always wielded an insurmountable
sway over you," Q noted with a self-satisfied smirk on his face
watching Picard stare up at Vash.   "I warned you years ago about this
being your Achilles' heel."

      Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from his wife, Picard turned
toward Q.  "By bringing us here, you may have further disturbed the
timeline."

      "Nice evasive maneuver," the entity replied amused.  "I'm well aware
of your incessant adherence to ethics.  You can relax, all of this is
only a re-creation for your benefit.  As Vash pointed out, you are
intrigued by Vasharia."

      "You were eavesdropping," Picard accused.

      "A vice of mine,  I'll admit.  I could probably break the habit in a
millennium or two but since I'm omnipotent why should I bother," Q
confessed sounding unabashed.  Gesturing toward the festival outside,
he added, "I'll just be on my way now taking the revelers with me
leaving you to your goddess."

      Q glanced up at Vash, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively. 
With a suggestive wink, he blew her a kiss before disappearing in his
customary flash of bright light.

      "Cad," Picard grumbled under his breath fighting to rein in his
irritation.  Q's leering and suggestive behavior toward Vash were just
more of the entity's tactics to provoke him.  Or were they?  By his
own admission, Q found Vash intriguing.   They had spent two years
together in the Gamma Quadrant presumably with the entity in a human
male form.  'Don't go there,' Picard thought to himself firmly.
Turning his attention back to Vash, he tugged at his jacket and
squared his shoulders bracing himself to  engage the little vixen.

........... End Part 3 .............

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Posted: 12 Feb 2004 16:32:07 -0800  
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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: The Goddess FaQtor
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG 
New 4/4
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash, Q
Summary: During her adventures with Q, Vash tried to stay out of
Author's note:  Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  This
occurs in the Reasons of the Heart timeline.
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

The Goddess FaQtor

"You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she"  
--One Night in Bangkok 

Continued from part 3

      'Oh yeah, bring it on, soldier, ' Vash thought, watching Jean-Luc
purposely stalk up the stairs toward her.  With every step he took,
the intensity between them built.  Her entire body flared into a
highly charged state of anticipation, instinctively responding to the
pure masculine virility of his commanding presence.  The sensation
spread across her breasts, the peaks hardening and pushing against her
gown.  She brazenly took the offensive using her sultriest voice,
"ever make love to a goddess, Captain?"

      Picard steeled himself as he walked up onto the third level.  The
sight of her as such an enchantress was wreaking havoc with his senses
and her challenges always affected him like a potent aphrodisiac.  He
took a step past her, reaching out to draw back the blue drapery
behind the throne.  The luxurious fabric had the sheen of a charmeuse
satin with a soft thick pile like rich velvet.  The open drapery
revealed an opulent sleeping chamber with a large, round,
sumptuously-cushioned dais in the center of the room to serve as a
bed.  The dais was covered in collection of voluminous pillows and
bedding made of the same extravagant material as the drapery.  He
turned to eye his wife expectantly.

      "A goddess doesn't lounge on stone floors," Vash proclaimed while
regally seating herself on her sparkling crystal throne.  Jean-Luc
moved to stand directly in front of her.  Leaning forward and bracing
his hands against the throne on either side of her shoulders, he
lowered his face until his lips were just a hairsbreadth from hers. 
With every breath, the clean, masculine scent of his aftershave
tantalized her.  She gazed up into his handsome features; his
penetrating, steel-grey eyes and the determination etched in the
strong square line of his jaw sending a wave of arousal washing over
her.  With nothing more than his stare, he had her entire body
thrumming with need.

      Her nearness only served to fuel to the burning passions that had
been threatening to engulf him all evening.  In a rich, bedroom
baritone, he inquired, "so is this your secret wish, to have every man
offering himself to worship at your feet?"

      "Not every man," she purred her gaze focusing on the firm set of his
mouth.  She reached up with one hand and sensuously brushed a
fingertip over his bottom lip. "Just you."

      "You already have my love and devotion," he vowed in a deep
resonating whisper.  The intensity of his emotions somewhat unnerving,
he fought to keep a tight rein on his escalating desires.  "What more
does a goddess require?"

      Her fingertip traced lazy circles around his rank pips before
deliberately trailing down the gold piping on the front of his white
jacket.  She answered with a lascivious decree. "Insatiable passion
and unbridled lust."

      Picard's stomach muscles tensed as her fingertip coyly slid down his
jacket to stop at the waistband of his trousers.  His voice took on a
decidedly wolfish tone, "Your wish is my command."

      "Service me," she commanded brashly.

      Picard captured her mouth with his in a fiercely possessive kiss. 
Giving full vent to his lust, he thrust his tongue inside to plunder
and pillage the moist cavern.  She met his intensity, forcing her
tongue past his in her own erotic exploration of his mouth.  Burying
his hands in her dark hair, he entangled his fingers in the silky
tresses and slowly sank to his knees.  "Je suis a toi, ma deesse," he
rasped hoarsely in her mouth.  Heated blood surged through his veins,
his need for her rising to an almost excruciating level.  He slid his
mouth from hers, moving to tenderly nibble on the soft skin of her
neck, her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath his lips.  He flicked his
tongue against her pulse point, coaxing her to roll her head back so
that he could lay a heated trail of kisses down the exposed curve of
her throat.  His hands moved of their own volition to unfasten the
clasps running down the front of her gown.   He slipped his hands
inside the glittering gown and cupped her breasts, drawing deliberate
circles around the hardened nipples with his thumbs.  Savoring the
sweet taste of her skin, his mouth made its way down the silken
expanse of her skin toward the full curves in his hands.  He traced
the swell of her breasts with his tongue before placing an open mouth
kiss at the center of her cleavage.  His lips imprisoned the nipple of
one of her breasts and he leisurely swirled his tongue over the taut
peak.  He nipped lightly at the hardened crest then began suckling
strongly.

      "Oh yes," Vash hissed inhaling sharply, her hands traveling across
his scalp until her fingers tangled themselves in the fringe of grey
hair at the nape of his neck.   The heat from his tongue along with
the pull of his mouth and the occasional scrape of his teeth had her
pulsing uncontrollably and dripping wet with unsatisfied need; her
entire body felt as if it were made of liquid flames.

      Savoring her impassioned reactions, he ravenously feasted on first
one breast and then the other.  His mouth left her breasts to slowly
journey down the smooth skin of her flat stomach to erotically explore
her navel with his tongue.  Gently nudging her legs apart, he moved to
place an open mouth kiss behind her knee before slowly trailing hot,
moist kisses up the creamy sensitive skin of her inner thigh.  He
heard her whimper in frustration when he repeated the procedure with
the other thigh.  He finally lowered his mouth to suckle her very
core, his tongue flicking and caressing her.  His arms slipped around
her, his hands finding the roundness of her derriere.  He cupped the
supple flesh in his hands and pulled her against his mouth, his tongue
thrusting inside to penetrate and fill her throbbing wetness.   He
felt her body shudder around him and she threw her head back, crying
out her release.  Her fingers tightly clutched his arms through the
sleeves of his dress uniform as his tongue redoubled its assault on
her senses.  Her frantic movements at the sweet torment silently
telling him she was once again on the threshold.  Intoxicated by her
scent and taste, he rode out the second, powerful release that gripped
her.  He kissed his way back up her taut, sweat-dampened body feeling
her muscles contract under his questing mouth.

      'Damn, he's good at that,' was Vash's first rational thought while
collapsed back against the throne trying to catch her breath.  With
her eyes closed, she just relaxed for a long moment.  First, she
wanted to make sure her legs would hold her when she stood up. 
Second, there was no rush.  This was a creation of Q's and time had no
meaning here, truly stolen moments.  Opening her eyes to see Jean-Luc
watching her intently, she pondered the idea that she was getting a
little too much enjoyment out of  having 'Captain Heroic' on his knees
at her feet, literally.  'Nah, it's good for him,' she decided
standing up.  Clasping both of his hands in hers, she silently coaxed
him to his feet and led him toward the bed.  She stopped at the foot
of the bed releasing her hold on Jean-Luc's hands.   Her attention was
drawn to the fasteners of his jacket.  She let her fingers trail
deliberately down the jacket, every clasp receiving her intimate
attention as she unfastened each one in turn.

      Picard stared down at Vash, completely transfixed by the sensual
sight of her slender, feminine fingers deftly working the fastens of
his jacket.  With her head bent forward slightly, her dark hair fell
softly to brush his shoulders.  Her sparkling gown hung open revealing
the full length of her nude frame. His heated gaze traveled down past
the full curves of her breasts with their creamy skin tipped by rosy
peaks to her slim waist, the feminine curve of her hips, and those
long shapely legs.

      Opening the jacket as she went, Vash's hands slipped inside and
traveled up to push it off  his broad shoulders peeling it away to
drop on the floor.  Undoing the fasteners of his shirt, she pulled it
down his arms to join his jacket.  She slid her hands down the
tapering lines of his body to the waistband of his trousers reveling
in the ragged sound his breath made as he inhaled shakily.  Her
fingers tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it free of his waistband.  Her
hands skimmed over the sculpted muscles of his chest as she pushed the
thin cloth out of her way until Jean-Luc finally pulled it off over
his head.  There was a sense of timelessness in the air, the feeling
that nothing else existed.  With Jean-Luc stripped to the waist,
Vash's eyes drank in the well-defined muscles of his chest, shoulders
and arms.  She stroked and caressed his skin, just marveling at the
tightly leashed strength contained in his lean, muscular body.  Her
hands journeyed down the masculine slope of his shoulders to linger on
the bulging biceps of his upper arms.  Slowly she circled him, the
play of the strong muscles beneath her fingertips inflaming her
senses.  Her hands traveled over the firm planes of his back following
the strong curve of his spine down to the small of his back and then
up to his shoulders.  Still breathless, her voice came out husky and
passion-laced, "You are the most amazing man, the epitome of masculine
virility."

      The tone of Vash's voice along with the feel of her small hands
roaming over him was driving Picard to insatiable need.  Throbbing
painfully, his body was screaming for her, frustrated at the
leisurely, tormenting pace that she had set.

      Vash came around to stand in front of him again, their earlier
interlude not nearly enough to satisfy her. Vash ran her hands over
his strong thighs to find and caress the evidence of his desire for
her.  Even through the fabric of his trousers, his body's arousal
throbbed under her touch.  She deftly opened his trousers, wrapping
her hand around the firm length she savored his sharp gasp.  God, he
was so hot and hard, pulsating in her hands.  She took up a familiar
rhythm, savoring the contrast in textures of rock-solid hardness
covered by soft, velvety skin.  A heated rush of arousal surged
through her entire body.  Releasing him and stepping back toward the
bed she taunted seductively, "My command is your desire."

      Picard quickly stripped off his boots and trousers.  Vash turned to
face the bed with her back to him and gracefully rolling her
shoulders, she slid her gown off in one fluid movement.  Displaying
the swift agility of a jungle cat, he took a step forward reaching out
to catch the gown before it hit the floor tossing it over to the bed. 
 His eyes hungrily raked over every inch of her  following the
graceful curve of her spine to her slender waist over the roundness of
her backside and down her long legs.  Standing right behind her, his
arms encircled her waist.  He heard her moan softly as his hands
skimmed up the smooth plane of her stomach to the full curves of her
breasts. The sight of her breasts with their lush roundness and ivory
skin tipped with deep rosy peaks cupped in his hands sent a surge of
desire coursing over him.  He trailed the fingers of one hand down her
taut midriff to comb through the small, dark curls below her belly
button and then lower still. Finally reaching his destination, his
fingers moved against her, into her, her arousal bathing his
fingertips as he inflamed the moist heat already aching for him. His
fingers continued to caress and fill her, erotically searching for her
body's rhythm until her hips started to move against his hand.  Her
supple curves writhed back against his own hardness, shooting pulses
of pure fire through his body.  Nudging aside the curtain of brunette
hair, he lowered his mouth to nibble on the soft skin of her neck just
behind her ear.  The way her body tightly clenched against his fingers
with each caress told him she was on the threshold.  From deep in his
throat he growled, "you're close again, petite amie.  The goddess
demanded insatiable passion and unbridled lust.  So that is precisely
what she will get."

      The timbre of his bedroom baritone reverberated against the tender
skin of her neck.  The sensation sent shivers racing along her spine.
Her body arched like a drawn bow as his talented fingers created a
throbbing need almost painful in its intensity.  She was lost in the
pleasure consuming her body, his fingers filling her, nimbly stoking
and inflaming the explosive forces mounting inside her.  The evidence
of his arousal rocked against her backside with each writhing motion
of her body, frustrating in its nearness.  With the skill of a
maestro, he was taking her nearer and nearer to insanity.  Closing her
eyes, she bit her lower lip as the burning needs his questing hand was
building threatened to overwhelm her.  His powerful arms held her, his
fingers pausing in their actions which drew a whimper from her throat.
 The whimper became a startled gasp when he bent her forward to lean
against the bed and drove himself deep into her body.  She braced her
hands against the soft bedding, his fingers once again tormenting her
but now his body was filling her relentlessly, every nerve ending in
her body focused on the spiral of pleasure that was consuming her. 
Even when she bucked back against him, her body spasming ceaselessly
in the throes of yet more pleasure, he didn't stop.  She was
struggling for air yet she heard herself begging, "more, oh God,
more."

      He shifted to brace himself against the edge of the dais and urged
her head down onto the bed in order to drive himself even deeper into
the heated depths of her body.  She was trembling beneath his hands,
every muscle in her body rippling with the pleasure that he was giving
her.  Her breathless gasps pierced the silence of the temple and he
knew that her fair skin would be flushed with her exertions, her blue
eyes sparkling to luminescence from her orgasms.  He wanted to see
that, he wanted to look into her eyes and watch her surrender to
mindless bliss at his hands.  Pulling out, he drew her onto the bed,
turning her onto her back and settling between her sweat-dampened
thighs.  Her hands were frantically caressing him, trying to pull him
back inside of her and he captured them, drawing them over their heads
and holding them in one of his larger hands.  He didn't need to urge
her thighs apart so he slowly lowered himself back into her body. 
Remarkably, she jerked against him, a tremor of release triggered by
the gradual re-joining of their bodies.  He began an
erotically-charged tempo of methodically withdrawing almost completely
out of her body and then thrusting hard and fast to completely bury
himself.  The slow-fast pace was causing Vash to orgasm repeatedly,
each one following so fast on the heels of another that it became one
long, continuous release.  His entire body was straining from the
effort of the demanding and challenging pace; as his own pleasure
tautened and grew, he struggled to maintain the tempo.  Releasing her
hands, he pushed against the bedding, finally yielding to his desire
and driving his body into hers as fast as he could.  Her hands rested
lightly on his shoulders, her sexual exhaustion even more of a
stimulant to his own arousal.  Reluctant for the quest for pleasure to
end, he groaned loudly in a combination of disappointment and
satisfaction as a powerful orgasm drained him.

      Her body still quivering, she shifted comfortably beneath the weight
of her exhausted husband.  Still gasping for breath, she chuckled,
"damn, that was so good the entire Continuum probably needs a
cigarette."

      Picard's only response was to roll off to lay beside her, sighing
loudly.

      Vash situated them both snuggly under the covers and reclined back
against the pillows.  "Speaking of the devil, have you decided what
you're going to do about the situation on my planet."

      "First of all, stop referring to it as your planet," he murmured with
an amused grin.  "Second, I'm chalking it up to Starfleet General
Order 153."

      "Which is Starfleetese for . . ."

      "Act of Q."

      The all-too-familiar flash lit the room.  Q stood at the foot of the
bed and gushed, "I'm flattered, mon capitaine."

      "Hello, Q."  Vash sat up holding the blanket over herself, unruffled
by the entity's sudden appearance.

      With another flash, Q disappeared only to reappear lounging across
the bed with his head cradled in Vash's lap.  Gazing up at her, he
inquired, "this little contest of yours, did you win?"

      "More times than I can count," she noted with smug satisfaction.

      "Get off of her, Q!" Picard ground out between clenched teeth quickly
losing patience with entity's presumptuous behavior toward Vash.

      "I'm sure he didn't mean that the way it sounded," Q told Vash making
a slightly dismissive gesture toward Picard with his hand.

      "Like hell I didn't," the starship captain's low snarl was cold and
dangerous.  "Now Q!"

      "Very well, this jealous streak isn't like you, Jean-Luc.  You've
always been ridiculously overprotective of her, with the most
entertaining panic attacks concerning her safety, but never jealous."
Q leisurely got up to stand next to the bed.  Turning to Vash, he
added, "I can see why you left that one detail out of your report."

      "What detail?" she sounded baffled.

      "The Verathan crown prince who begged you on his knees to be his
consort," Q reminded her gleefully.

      "Oh that; I said no," Vash rolled her eyes in pained exasperation at
the memory.  Answering Jean-Luc's questioning expression, she
explained, "it's not like it sounds."

      "When the two of you are involved it never is," Picard grumbled
before turning his attention back to Q, "and I'm not jealous."

      After casting a quick meaningful glance at her husband, Vash
addressed Q, "I'm sure Jean-Luc appreciates this pleasant surprise as
much as I do.  The extra time to spend alone with one another was a
very generous gift."

      Although he hated owing this omnipotent, pain-in-the-ass anything,
Picard cherished every moment spent with Vash and was forced to
acceding her point.  "She's right Q, thank you."

      "You're welcome, Jean-Luc," the entity replied with only a hint of
his usual sarcasm.

      "I love the feel of this.  My only regret is not bringing any of this
marvelous material back with me." Vash toyed with the soft, shimmery
material of the blanket.  Noticing the silent reprimand in Jean-Luc's
eyes, she added, "What?  It's my temple."

      Q watched the couple's exchange with a grin. "I'd better send you
back before Johnny decides not to allow us to play together anymore."

      With another blinding flash, Picard found Vash and himself alone,
back in their quarters with everything just as it had been before. 
Turning to his desk, he checked the computer interface.  "According to
the computer we never left the ship and my conversation with Geordi
ended just one minute ago."

      "The power of the Q," she replied adjusting the robe of her blue
velvet peignoir.

      Picard returned his attention to Vash, her appearance of utter sexual
contentment the only outwardly visible sign of what just transpired.  
She was always so beautiful after lovemaking, with a rosy flush that
swept up her ivory skin highlighting her delicate features and her
lush lips swollen from his kisses.  Giving her a small smile, he
lamented in a charmingly wry tone, "a Verathan crown prince begged you
on his knees to be his consort?"

      Vash slowly sauntered across the room stopping to stand right in
front of him.  She stared up into his grey eyes.  "Well to be fair, he
had a pretty tough act to follow."

      "Yes, I'm sure Q . . ."

      Placing a finger to his lips to silence him, she cooed softly,
"actually, I was referring to the dashing and devastatingly handsome
captain of a Federation starship I met on Risa."

      Surprised by her remark, Picard was having difficulty finding a
suitable response.  Moving her hand up to rest on the collar of his
uniform, her mouth met his in an impassioned kiss.  Vash slid the hand
on his collar over his shoulder and splayed the other hand across the
back of his head pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss.  He
instinctively wrapped his arms around her svelte frame, holding her
tightly to him.  The subtle, provocative scent of her perfume along
with the feel of the soft velvet of her peignoir beneath his
fingertips stirred his senses.  For a brief moment, he entertained the
notion of sweeping her into the bedroom for another round of
lovemaking.  He sternly banished the thought, reminding himself that
he had work to do and she needed her sleep.

      Breaking the kiss, she tenderly brushed her fingertips down along his
strong jawline. "Je t' aime, Jean-Luc."

      "Je t' aime," he echoed, taking Vash's hand in his and raising it to
his lips to place a kiss on the back of her hand.

      "Don't be too long."  With that last wifely command, she turned and
walked into their bedroom.

      A long while later, Picard closed down the last file he had been
working on.  He stood up retrieving his jacket from the back of the
chair and made his way to the bedroom.  He stopped to stand in the
doorway.  Vash was sound asleep on his side of the bed with Q standing
over her.  Looking down at her, the entity readjusted the covers
around her shoulders and tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from
her face revealing her lovely features, so innocent--almost angelic--
in sleep.

      "It seems I'm not the only one Vash holds sway over," the captain
observed quietly.

      "Touch�, mon capitaine, touch�," Q whispered walking over to stand
next to Picard.  "I find her endearing and I admit I miss experiencing
the wonder of seeing the universe through her eyes.  We had fun."

      "So she said."  Picard crossed his arms and regards his sleeping
wife.  Vash shifted in her sleep and murmured his name.  He glanced at
the entity.  Did he really see or just imagine the flick of emotion
that darkened Q's expression for a moment.  He replayed the evening's
events in his head.  The missing piece fell into the puzzle and things
made sense.  "This was all for her.  You did it for her."

      "Take good care of her, Picard.  She is, as you humans say, a pearl
of great price.  Au revior," Q raised his hand and paused adding, "oh,
and in the morning, make sure she sees the bolt of Verathan material."
 With a brilliant flash, he was gone.

      Seeing the bolt of material leaning against the bedroom chair, Picard
sighed, "au revior, Q."

***FINIS***

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