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Title: The Wolf with the Red Roses 
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG
New 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash
Summary: Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?  
Authors' notes:  This story is for anyone who has panted their way
through the final engineering scene in "First Contact" while watching
the glistening, bulging biceps of Mr. Stewart.  In the words of one
half of Whoa Nellie to the other, "When he's done climbing those
cables do you think he'll climb us next?"

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 Wolf with the Red Roses 

	"Captain's log, the Enterprise is in orbit around the planet Tauree
in the Gamma quadrant.  All indications are that the planet is
uninhabited, although we have discovered an ancient Verathan outpost
in a  tropical region of the planet.  The outpost appears to have been
abandoned shortly after it was completed.  Archaeology Councilmember
Vash and two of her assistants, Dan Guillermo and Trey Creighton,
along with Lieutenant Kennely have beamed down to investigate the
site.  My only concern is that the atmosphere is plagued by ion storms
that make sensors unreliable and can intermittently interfere with
transporters."

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

	The Verathan outpost consisted of five rectangular buildings
positioned to form a pentagon with the largest building at the apex. 
In that building, Vash stood at the far end of an immense rectangular
room behind a semi-circular computer console.  Grey machinery covered
the walls with long slabs of phosphorescent stone placed
intermittently between them, which provided illumination.  She set her
tricorder on the console and began downloading data files that she had
found.  She hoped to translate this offshoot of the Verathan language
and find out why the outpost had been abandoned.  The steamy, tropical
heat had caused her brunette, shoulder length hair to stick
uncomfortably to the back of her neck.  While waiting for the files to
finish downloading, she walked over to her bedroll and other
provisions to pull a hairband out of her pack.  Even though she was
planning for her team to spend only a few hours at the site, she had
ordered everyone to bring several days worth of provisions.  She was
well aware that if a good-sized ion storm came through, the
transporters could go down and change their plans.  Making her way
back over to the console, she used her fingers to quickly comb her
hair up off her neck into a ponytail.  A flashing indicator on the
tricorder told her the files had been downloaded.  A sudden commotion
from outside caught her attention.  Latching the tricorder to her
belt, she headed toward the entrance and her ever-present security
guard.  "Kennely, what in the devil is going on out here?"

	A large group of primitive hominids, roughly two dozen, had swarmed
the site.  Amid the confusion, she spotted her two assistants
unconscious on the ground.  Kennely was blocking the doorway and
firing his phaser on its broadest setting, trying to prevent the
natives from reaching them.  Before she could react to the scene in
front of her, Kennely shoved her back inside the building.

	"They just appeared out of nowhere!" he yelled to her.  He slapped
his communicator.  "Kennely to Enterprise, em--"

	Vash watched in horror as the hominids overwhelmed Kennely, wrenching
the phaser out of his hands and throwing it down.  She tried to run
but they were blocking the nearest exit and they were much faster than
she was.  It took less than a minute for them to subdue her; one of
the larger brutes slung her over his shoulder as if she were no
heavier than a blanket.  They fled from the compound as quickly as
they'd appeared, leaving behind the fallen bodies of the men who had
accompanied her to the surface.

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

	Materializing at the site, Picard demanded an update from his
security chief. "Report."

	"The three injured have been beamed to sickbay, still no sign of 
Vash.  We found her communicator on the floor in the building where
Lieutenant Kennely was found.  A sweep of the perimeter turned up a
trail leading off into the brush." Commander Lar gestured toward the
general direction.  "The search team was just preparing to head out."

	"Very good, let's go."  Picard checked his phaser.

	"Sir," Lar began hesitantly.

	Picard cut off the impending objection.  "You can either come with
us, Mr. Lar, or you can beam back up to the ship and commiserate with
Commander Riker."

	"Yes, sir."  Lar signaled to the rest of the security team to move
out.

	A kilometer into the brush the trail diverged, leaving them faced
with a decision.  Picard took a security officer with him and followed
the main path while Lar and the other two security officers followed
the secondary path.  Tricorders couldn't detect much of anything
because of the atmospheric interference so they were relying on
age-old tracking methods--following broken branches, torn brush and
faint marks on the ground.  Thirty meters further along, Picard
spotted a familiar hairband wrapped around a tree limb which had been
partially broken.  "That's my girl," he muttered.  He tapped his
communicator.

	"Picard to Commander Lar."  He tried twice more with no response. 
Turning to his security officer, he gestured back toward the fork in
the paths.  "Communications must be down, go tell Commander Lar and
his team that Vash came this direction."

	Tucking the hairband in his pocket he moved slowly along the path,
staying in the vicinity of where he'd found the band while he waited
for the security team to catch up.  Part of him wanted to rush forward
and find her, but it wouldn't do her any good for him to go blindly
running into whatever the situation was.  His communicator chirped.

	"Picard here."

	Riker's voice came through, somewhat muffled by static.  "Sir, an ion
storm is building up fast, communications are almost completely down
and transporters are going to be unusable for at least the next
eighteen hours.  Given the hostile inhabitants, we have to beam you
back to the ship; we'll go back for Vash after the storm passes. 
We've already beamed the rest of the security team back to the ship,
prepare for transport."

	Picard tapped his communicator.  "See you in eighteen hours, Number
One."  With that he slapped the communicator onto the nearest tree
trunk and began following the trail of broken branches to find his
wife.

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

	Still sitting at the mouth of the cave where she had been
unceremoniously dumped four hours before, Vash divided her time
between translating the data files on her tricorder and warily
studying her primitive captors while they went about setting up their
camp--so to speak.  As yet she had not seen any females or children
causing her to wonder if this was some sort of hunting or warrior
party.  Although this type of primitive society was much more
Chakotay's forte than her own, she was beginning to formulate a
hypothesis.  Three of the beings cautiously began making their way
toward her.  'This isn't good,' she thought, noticing something
inherently lecherous in their demeanor.  Her heart leapt into her
throat when she heard a blood-chilling growl from just behind her. 
The largest individual in the group, the one who had captured and
carried her here, appeared from the cave, which sent her three
would-be suitors quickly retreating.  He went back inside the cave and
Vash decided that she really didn't want to know what he was doing.

	Hidden within the dense tropical foliage on a nearby hill, Picard
watched the larger hominid briefly emerge from the cave to drive away
the other three males.  The larger hominid's primal possessiveness of
a male for a female was obvious and Vash's khaki workshirt and shorts
did not disguise the feminine curves of her lithe silhouette.  From
this vantage point, she appeared to be unharmed.  Returning her
attention back to her tricorder, she seemed unruffled as if she
assumed, and correctly so, that a rescue was to be expected.  He
pressed forward through the foliage for a better look, ignoring the
thin material of his t-shirt clinging to his damp chest.  Several
kilometers back, he had discarded his uniform jacket and tunic when
they became too cumbersome and oppressive in the hot, humid climate. 
It was highly unlikely that all of the primitives in the group would
congregate in one place for any length of time.  If he timed it right,
several, quick, successive phaser blasts on the widest setting should
stun most of them.  Taking careful aim, he fired.

	The distinctive sound of phaser fire drew Vash's attention away from
the tricorder to find all of the visible hominids crumpled to the
ground, stunned.  Looking like something out of an action-adventure
holonovel, Jean-Luc stepped out into the clearing.  The glistening
muscles of his well-defined chest and arms were powerfully evident in
the grey, sleeveless T-shirt.  Her gaze traveled over his broad
shoulders and the bulge of his hardened biceps as he held the phaser
in his large hand.  'Damn,' she thought to herself in admiration. 
Yearning to run her hands over those firm, masculine planes, she felt
her pulse and breathing quicken.   'This planet is beginning to get to
me,' she mentally castigated herself.

	Picard quickly closed the distance between them.  Reaching her side,
he inquired under his breath, "are you injured?"

	"No," she mouthed, shaking her head and allowing him to help her to
her feet.  She tilted her head toward the cave.  "Now would be a real
good time for an emergency beam out."

	"Transporters are down due to an ion storm.  We're on our own for at
least another fourteen hours," he told her, beginning to stealthily
lead her away from the cave.

	Again Vash heard that blood-chilling growl from the cave behind them
and whispered under her breath, "my boyfriend's back and you're gonna
be in trouble."

	Hurling Vash out of harm's way, Picard turned toward the sound of the
hominid just as it lunged toward him.  He couldn't get the phaser up
before the creature landed on him, knocking him onto his back and
sending the phaser bouncing into the underbrush.  The creature
severely outweighed Picard and the impact of the creature hitting him
at full speed knocked the wind out of him.  He managed to barely get a
leg under the creature and use its own lunging momentum to kick it off
him, slamming it into the ground above his head.

	Picard scrambled to his feet, holding his side where the creature's
shoulder had hit him and trying to catch his breath.  He quickly
rubbed his sides, checking for broken ribs while he scanned the brush
for his phaser.  Abruptly giving up, he realized that there was no way
he would find the weapon in the thick tangle of vines and branches
that lined the clearing.  He backed away as the creature slowly
regained its feet.  It was easily a foot taller than himself and much
more heavily built.  He moved back more, putting as much distance
between himself and the hominid as possible.   The creature looked at
Picard for several moments as if trying to come up with a plan. 
Finally, it snorted and simply charged straight at him again.

	This time, Picard was able to avoid the charge, waiting until the
creature closed the distance between them before darting out of the
way.  As the hominid went by, he jumped on its back and wrapped his
arms around the creature's neck.  Swinging wildly back and forth, the
creature tried to throw him off.  Picard squeezed as tightly as he
could, but felt his grip slipping.  A moment later he was thrown into
the brush, his mouth hitting a small, broken log lying on the ground. 
While struggling up onto his hands and knees, he noticed large drops
of blood from his mouth splattered across the log.  Hearing the
creature running toward him, Picard let loose a savage howl and
grabbed the log, whirling around toward the hominid.  He swung the log
toward the creature's leg hitting  just under its knee as hard as he
could.  The creature's leg bone cracked and it staggered back.  Giving
the thing no quarter, Picard lunged at his primitive adversary.  The
hominid bellowed in fury, but could no longer support its own weight
and collapsed with Picard on top of it.  The starship captain was lost
in a red haze of murderous rage.  His only desire was to kill the male
that had dared to take his mate.  He grabbed one of the thick vines
that hung in the brush and wrapped it around the hominid's neck.  The
creature was kicking, trying to get away, but its broken leg prevented
it from getting any leverage.  Picard pulled the vine tighter around
its neck and its hands clawed at its throat, however the vine was too
tight and getting tighter with Picard pulling as hard as he could. 
After several minutes, the creature's struggles grew weaker, still the
captain did not stop.  He summoned every ounce of strength he had and
pulled the vine as tight as he could around the creature's neck until
the creature finally went limp under him.  Picard waited a few moments
longer until he was sure the hominid was dead and then slowly released
his grip on the vine around its neck.  Winded, Picard crouched over
the dead creature.  He wiped the blood from his lower lip with the
back of his hand and growled, "she's mine.  I saw her first."

	Vash watched the life-and-death combat from behind the cover of a
nearby tree.  Cautiously emerging from her hiding place, she spotted
Jean-Luc's phaser in the underbrush.   She retrieved the phaser and
walked over to hand the weapon to him.  She caressed the broad
shoulders, her hands dipping down to pull the wet fabric off of him. 
He'd fought for her, she belonged to him and she needed to--

	Picard caught her hands as they started tugging his T-shirt out of
his trousers.  Before he could ask her what she was thinking, he
noticed the hominids that he had stunned earlier were starting to
recover.  He raised the phaser taking on an alert protective stance in
front of her.  "They're moving off instead of charging," he noted
quizzically.

	"You've challenged and beaten the dominant male therefore
appropriating the position of alpha male yourself." Unable to resist
temptation, Vash laid her hand to rest on his upper arm enjoying the
feel of the powerful muscles beneath her fingertips.  "Not that the
alpha male position is anything new to you."

	Ignoring her last comment, he asked, "how much time do you think this
buys us?"

	"Should be more than enough time to get back to the outpost site. 
I've managed to translate the data files so I should be able to secure
the main building of the outpost; there are shield systems in place
around the compound if I can activate them.  We can safely wait in
there until the transporters deign to transport again.  We have plenty
of provisions, and I'm sure we can find some way to pass the time,"
she practically cooed the last part.

	"Go," he commanded, tilting his head toward the path through the
foliage.  He waited a few moments to make sure they were not going to
be followed and then headed into the foliage after her.

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

	"So much for uninhabited," he commented ruefully as they trekked
through the thick underbrush.

	"Having translated the Verathan data files, I've come up with a
working theory about that.  What if the outpost was not abandoned? 
Our primitive friends back there might be the Verathans, or to be more
accurate, the descendants of the Verathans."  She made her way under a
low branch while he held it up for her, making sure to brush against
the hard wall of his body.  He smelled so primal, so masculine that it
was all she could do to keep her mind on what she was saying.

	"Is this Vash Picard's theory of de-evolution?" he teased, very aware
of how her utilitarian shorts efficaciously accentuated her long,
shapely legs and the perfectly-proportioned roundness of her backside.

	"I didn't say it was a good theory," she drawled, a coy smile on her
face.  Feigning insult, she continued, "Cut me some slack here,
Johnny.  Some of this delves into Chakotay's and even Beverly's areas
of expertise."

	"All right."  He held up his hands in capitulation.  "What have you
got?"

	Walking together through the humid, jungle heat, Vash laid out her
theory.  "The Verathan files contained reports of  increasingly
numerous incidents of individuals exhibiting unusual behavior while
building the outpost.  One of the last entries is by a Verathan
scientist who discovered that the planet's vegetation secretes a
substance with endorphin and testosterone properties that cause
increased levels of both in humanoids, which results in primitive,
instinctual behavior.  The scientist mentions working on how the
effect can be counteracted but then the files come to abrupt end. 
What if the Verathans didn't recognize what was happening in time to
stop their loss of cognitive functioning and, consequently,  becoming
primitive in nature.  Due to the evident use of standard tools,
big-game hunting, and the use of fire, I'd place our friends back
there on an evolutionary scale with Homo erectus.  Again, that would
be Chakotay's area."

	"Dr. Crusher should be able to counteract any effects of short term
exposure," Picard added while watching Vash pick up his tunic and
uniform jacket from the spot along the path where he had tossed them
earlier that day.  "They were becoming very uncomfortable in this
heat," he explained in response to her challenging expression.

	"Most archaeology sites do not come equipped with environmental
controls."  Noticing something amiss on his jacket, she asked,  "Where
is your commbadge?"

	"Attached to a tree further up ahead."

	"I really don't want to know what happened that led to that," Vash
rolled her eyes and started to walk again.  She let out a gasp when
Jean-Luc reached out and quickly caught her by the arm yanking her
roughly against him.  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 desire washing over
her.

	"Riker knows damn well I'd never leave you," Picard's voice was a
deep, resonating growl.  His mouth descended on hers in a savage kiss
thrusting his tongue inside to plunder and pillage the moist cavern. 
Dropping his jacket and tunic, she wound her arms around to splay her
hands against the back of his head to pull him closer.  As his mouth
took command of hers, her soft moan of surrender drove his urgency up
another notch.  At this rate, he would soon be tempted to take her
right here and, under present circumstances, that was simply  not an
option.  Fighting to keep a tight rein on his own needs, he
reluctantly broke the kiss leaving both of them breathing unevenly. 
"Primitive, instinctual behavior."

	"Uh-huh," Vash bit her lower lip her attention riveted on the man in
front of her.  Her hands journeyed down the lean tapering lines of his
torso to the waistband of his trousers feeling the taut muscles of his
stomach through the thin, wet material of his T-shirt.

	"Vash," he rasped capturing her small hands at his waistband.  He
brought them up placing a kiss on her palms before letting go and
stepping back.  "Our primitive friends are still out there.  We need
to get back to the outpost site."

	Briefly closing her eyes, Vash took several deep breaths struggling
to regain control over herself.  Damn, it was so hot, she was so hot. 
She used her fingers to comb her hair up off her neck while conceding
with a small nod, "you're right.  We need to get to the outpost."

	Picking up his jacket and tunic off the ground, he rummaged through a
pocket.  He pulled out her hairband handing it to her.  "This might
make things more comfortable for you."

	"So, you found it."  She quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail
as they began walking again.

	"Uh-huh," he answered clearing some branches from their path.  Giving
her one of his barely there smiles, he praised, "atta girl."

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


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Title: The Wolf with the Red Roses 
Author:  Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series:  TNG
New 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash
Summary: Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?  
Authors' notes:  This story is for anyone who has panted their way
through the final engineering scene in "First Contact" while watching
the glistening, bulging biceps of Mr. Stewart.  In the words of one
half of Whoa Nellie to the other, "When he's done climbing those
cables do you think he'll climb us next?"

As always: Paramount owns all the marbles. We just have a lot more fun
playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated, posted or e-mail.

Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/

Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:  
http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000


Continued from Part 1

	Having reached the outpost site and activated the shield system,
Jean-Luc had managed to get a weak signal through to the Enterprise. 
Vash listened to the discussion about their current situation while
cleaning up the meal she and Jean-Luc had finished and laying out
bedrolls for that night.  Riker's voice was muffled by static, "we
were very relieved to hear from you, Captain.  Commander Chakotay and
Dr.Crusher both concur with Professor Picard's hypothesis.  Dr.
Crusher says to assure you she can counteract the increased levels of
endorphins and testosterone once you return to the ship."

	"Very good,"  Picard acknowledged standing at the computer control
console.  The effects of the planet's vegetation were making him
increasingly more restless.  The hyper vigilance he had maintained
during his combat with the creature and their trek through the jungle,
instead of subsiding, was now fueling a burning lust for Vash.   "What
about transporters?"

	"The storm is larger than anticipated.  Commander LaForge says it
will be another twelve hours at the earliest," Riker answered.

	Coming up behind Jean-Luc, Vash admired the way his uniform trousers
conformed to the tight muscles of his thighs and back side.  Unwilling
to resist the temptation, she cupped his butt firmly and sighed
appreciatively, "take your time."

	"What did Vash say, sir?"  Riker inquired.

	There were times when Picard dearly wanted to turn his lovely wife
over his knee.  The erotic connotation implicated in that course of
action was definitely not where he wanted his imagination to go just
now.  Ever since the kiss in the jungle, he had been repeatedly
taunted by an impulse to rip her work clothes from her and take her
hard and fast.  Once again, he sternly banished that particular train
of thought forcing himself to concentrate on the topic at hand.  "Just
take care of my ship, Number One, I'll handle things here."

	"Aye sir.  Riker out."

	Closing the channel, Picard looked back at Vash regarding her
expectantly "take your time?"

	"I can't think of a more delightful way to spend twelve hours than
being stranded with you, all alone, in a steamy, tropical jungle,"
Vash remarked, the anticipation alone enough to cause butterflies in
her stomach.

	"A tropical jungle where the plants secrete a substance that over
stimulates all of our basic biological drives, resulting in primitive,
instinctual behavior," he cautioned a little more sharply than he had
intended.

	"Gives a whole new dimension to the old saying 'going native,'" she
retorted mischievously, openly ogling the virile man standing next to
her.  The fact that that Jean-Luc had insisted on staying behind to
rescue her was not lost on Vash.  Suddenly serious, she gazed up at
him through her lashes, "thank you for coming after me."

	"You're my wife.  I would fight to the death to protect you, " the
powerful timbre of his voice reverberated with the fervent pledge.

	Remembering him fresh from battle, having fought for her, the epitome
of raw masculinity, the butterflies in her stomach hardened into a
knot of desire.  She lifted her arms over her head, her hands freeing 
her hair from the hairband and combing the tresses out with an almost
feral purr.  In a passion-laced whisper, she coaxed, "je suis a toi,
Mon Capitaine.  Prends moi."

	"Vash, damnit!" he exploded his voice thundering through the chamber.
 Annoyed by the damp material, he stripped his T-shirt off over his
head angrily tossing it to the floor.  He spun on his heel to face
her.  "I killed that pathetic creature with my bare hands and I felt
satisfaction in it."

	"Sir Guy," she said breathlessly, tantalized by the sight of his
lean, hard body stripped to the waist.  Every movement he made
revealed the tightly leashed strength contained in his sculpted
muscles.

	"That was one of Q's fantasies," he snapped curtly even as his eyes
hungrily raked over her enticing curves.  The simple khaki work
clothes reminded him of that first night they spent together in the
cave on Risa.  "This is all too real."

	Wanting to bare herself to him and feeling constricted by her clothes
in the tropical heat, she kicked off her boots while unbuttoning her
work shirt to peel it off.  She started to tug her thin, muslin
T-shirt out of her shorts.  "How many more times will you kill for
me?"

	He seized her wrist to stop her from removing her T-shirt.  "As many
as I have to.  You're mine, nobody else's, ever."

	"Always," Vash sighed wantonly.  A shiver of need raced through her
entire body at his touch the sensation spreading across her breasts,
the nipples hardening against her clothes.

	He entangled his hands in her silky hair and forced her face to his,
powerfully crushing her lips beneath his own.  Plunging his tongue
into the moist recesses of her mouth, he released her hair and gripped
the fabric of her T-shirt, ripping it from her and discarding the
shreds on the floor.  Swiftly, he unfastened the waistband of her work
shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor.  His hard arousal throbbed
painfully; his lust for her rising to an almost excruciating level. 
Wrapping one arm around her waist to force her supple curves tightly
against him, he backed her up against a nearby wall.  He braced his
palms flat against the wall on either side of her shoulders.  He broke
the kiss and pulled his face back slightly; her lips were
passion-swollen and a heated flush had swept up her ivory skin.  With
every ragged breath, the lush curves of her breasts rose and fell
threatening to spill over the lace edging of her delicate white lace
brassiere.

	"Please Jean-Luc . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop," Vash
panted, his intense gaze coursing over her entire body like an actual
physical caress.  Her body instinctively responded to him, pulsing
uncontrollably and dripping wet with unsatisfied need.  Her eyes
followed her hands while they glided along his powerful arms,
lingering on the solid, bulging biceps.  The muscular wall of his
chest was enhanced by rippling pectorals and coarse chest hair.

	"You're wet for me," he snarled in a predatory whisper, his nostrils
flaring slightly.

	Once again meeting his gaze, her tongue darted out of its own
volition, to moisten her lips.  "Yes."

	His body demanded satisfaction, urging him to claim and possess her
for himself.  Lowering his  face to hers, he rasped hoarsely against
her mouth, "Your scent is driving me out of my mind."

	Vash's mouth was seized by his in yet another demanding kiss, the
coarse rasp of his tongue along the sensitive depths sending heated
waves crashing over her.  She wrapped one leg around his hip to pull
him tightly against her.  Her breasts were crushed against the expanse
of his chest, grazing solid muscle, which tormented her already
inflamed nipples.  She rocked her hips against his in response to the
erotic pressure of his hard length pushing against her through the
fabric of his trousers.  She quivered from the sensations gasping into
his kiss.  Just on the edge, she involuntarily whimpered as he
suddenly stopped their movements.  His hot, powerful hands sparked
against her skin as they slid up her stomach to her breasts, his
thumbs teasing the aching peaks through the lace of her bra.

	Picard pulled open the front clasp of her brassiere nestled in the
center of her cleavage, his hands rough in his haste.  Impatiently, he
swept the flimsy material aside to reveal her breasts with their lush
roundness and ivory skin tipped with deep rosy peaks.  Cupping the
firm mounds in his hands and caressing them possessively, he buried
his face in the curve of her neck.  Savoring the taste of her, he
sucked strongly at the sensitive skin along the side of her throat,
leaving lovebites at the tender junction between her neck and
shoulders.  Without taking his mouth from her, he reached down and
ripped the flimsy material of her underwear away, tossing the shreds
to the floor.

	"Jean-Luc," Vash moaned passionately.  The heat from his tongue along
with the sharp pull of his mouth caused her to roll her head back,
baring her throat to him.  Reeling from the exquisite sensations
flooding over her, she arched into his large hands as they traveled
roughly over her body, demanding access to every curve.  A gasp of
surprise escaped her lips, her arms instinctively encircling his neck
when she felt herself being abruptly swept up into his muscular arms. 
He effortlessly carried her across the room and fell to his knees on
the floor laying her down on the bedroll.  The carnal heat in his
steel grey eyes pinned her in place as he quickly stripped off his
boots and trousers.  She purred in heated anticipation at the sight of
his powerful, masculine body glistening slightly beneath a sheen of
sweat.

	Picard captured both of Vash's tiny wrists in one of his large hands
to draw them up above her head while stretching himself out
full-length to cover her body with his own.  He wasted no time with
preludes, his knees urging her supple thighs farther apart and
impaling her with a single, powerful thrust.  The cadence he set was a
furious rhythm of intense hunger, his body taking total possession of
hers.  The slick depths of her body were hot and tight, gripping him
with each thrust, frantically clenching at him.   Even when her body
shuddered violently around him with her first release, he didn't stop,
thrusting into her harder and faster.  Fiercely, he pounded into her,
driving himself deep inside her with each stroke.  Her hips rocked
under him, welcoming every forceful thrust and demanding more.  Again,
his mouth latched onto the smooth, creamy skin on the side of her
neck.  He felt her buck strongly beneath him screaming his name as she
orgasmed.  He thrust into her twice more before holding himself deep
inside her while his own body convulsed.  Releasing her hands, he
braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and raised up to
hover over her.  His eyes traveled down the length of Vash's nude body
seductively sprawled beneath his.  It wasn't enough for him, he still
needed more from her.

	With her hands resting on the masculine slope of his shoulders, Vash
struggled to catch her breath while spasms continued to race through
her body.  With each shudder, a small whimper punctuated her ragged
breathing.  Her whimpers became a gasp of astonishment and her eyes
widened in surprise feeling him harden deep inside her again.  Her
entire body was still highly sensitized and throbbing erotically from
the aftermath of her releases.  Her gaze locked with his and she found
herself held captive by the fierce, unbridled lust emanating from
those piercing grey eyes.  God, he was so hot and hard; he filled her
completely.  A low growl from the back of his throat was her only
warning before he resumed driving into her with rapid-fire thrusts. 
Once again, that familiar, carnal ache built steadily with each
powerful stroke of his body into hers.  She could feel every ridge of
his hard length driving into the heated depths of her body.  His body
claimed her over and over, the forceful thrusts sending torrents of
intense pleasure flooding over her.  The overpowering pressure
mounting inside her magnified every sensation, adding to her raging
need.  Her hands clutched at his back, drawing long, red welts as the
tension that had been building in her at last reached a fulminating
crescendo.  A primal scream ripped from her throat as her entire body
rocked with an overpowering orgasm that came in wave after wave of
pleasure crashing over her.

	His roar of triumphant conquest merged into a feral duet with her cry
of passion.  He savagely thrust into her over and over, feeling her
quake uncontrollably around him before her entire body collapsed,
overcome with ecstasy.  With one, last, powerful thrust, he held
himself buried inside her as his own explosive release ripped through
him.  His breathing labored from the physical exertion, he rolled off
to lay on his side next to her pulling her back to him.

	Vash snuggled back, her hips nestled against his own.  Jean-Luc's
damp, coarse chest hair tickled her back, his muscular arms holding
her tightly to him while a large hand possessively cupped one of her
breasts.  In spite of her complete exhaustion, she slowly opened her
eyes and looked over her shoulder at him.

	"Sleep," he hoarsely murmured.

	Hours later, she was roughly awakened by his strong, powerful hands
roaming over her.  She drowsily opened her eyes to find him hovering
over her.

	A guttural noise escaped his throat, a desperate, libidinous command.

	She shifted her legs and arched her body, surrendering herself to him
in a timeless fashion.  He buried his hard length deep inside her and
she howled in pleasure at the sensation of complete fullness.  He
began driving into her with determined thrusts, forcing her hips to
match his frantic pace.  His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss,
plunging his tongue past her lips to possess her mouth as boldly as he
was possessing her body.  His groan of satisfaction followed her soft
moan of release closely.  Twice more during the night he woke her in
the same manner.  He seemed insatiable, each time he took her even
more voraciously than the last.

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

	"Doctor, she's starting to come around." Alyssa Ogawa called out.

	The nurse's voice was the first thing to seep into Vash's awareness. 
With what felt like an inordinate effort, she forced herself to open
her eyes, looking up to see Beverly Crusher.  She realized that she
was in Sickbay back onboard the Enterprise and moistened her lips to
whisper.  "Jean-Luc?"

	"He's fine," Beverly assured her.  "I've already released him;
although, I'm sure he's here somewhere skulking around my Sickbay
waiting for you."

	"My team?"

	"Dan and Trey suffered very little exposure to the planet's
vegetation and only mild concussions from the attack," Beverly replied
while checking the biobed's readings.

	Remembering how fiercely her security guard had fought against
overwhelming odds to protect her, Vash was almost afraid to hear the
answer to her next question.  "What about Kennely?"

	"He took a pretty brutal beating, but he'll be able to return to duty
in a few days.  Typical security officer, he kept swearing he wasn't
injured that badly and couldn't understand why he wasn't allowed to
beam back down to search for you," Beverly remarked with a hint of
affectionate exasperation in her voice.  The doctor turned her
attention back to her current patient.  "You were the one with the
longest and most severe exposure to the planet's vegetation.  Your
neurotransmitter and hormone levels are now back to almost normal, so
I'm going to go ahead and release you from sickbay.  I want you to
take it easy for a day or so and give your body time to get back to
it's own particular equilibrium."

	"All right," Vash nodded.

	Beverly turned and handed a PADD to Ogawa.  "Alyssa, please take this
to Dr. Selar in the lab."

	"Yes, Doctor," Alyssa replied, taking the PADD and leaving the
cubical.

	"Oh God," Vash gasped attempting to sit up only to find that certain
muscles were quite sore and she was naked beneath the biobed's
blanket.  The previous night's events came flooding back to her. 
Realizing the sight she and Jean-Luc must have been, her face went
prickly hot.  "How did we get back onboard?"

	"Chakotay and Data beamed down to sedate the two of you and then we
beamed you directly to sickbay."  Beverly gestured to a small pile of
clothes neatly folded on a chair next to the biobed.  "I thought you
could use a fresh set of clothes."

	"Thank you," Vash replied, reaching for her clothes to get dressed.

	Beverly handed Vash a small hand mirror after she finished dressing.
"It's apparent that conjugal relations between you and the captain
became rather intense."

	"I love those Starfleet euphemisms," Vash quipped examining the
lovebites that marked the skin of her neck.  "Damn, those are rather
impressive hickeys.  Jean-Luc is going to go apoplectic when he sees
the aftermath of our, as you called it, 'intense conjugal relations.' 
Initially, he attempted that resolutely-stoic- starship-captain
routine concerned about the effects of the planet's vegetation."

	"You just can't resist testing the limits of that legendary Picard
self-control," Beverly smiled knowingly.

	"Guilty as charged," Vash confessed, laying the small mirror aside
and straightening her collar to hide the lovebites.  She looked up at
her friend, her eyes sparkling with mischief.  "Now, what kind of
researcher would I be if I hadn't extensively tested the effects of
the planet's vegetation on such a paragon of pure masculine virility."

	"Excellent point," Crusher concurred before prompting in a
conspiratorial tone, "and your results?"

	"Five magnificently feral demonstrations of male prowess," Vash
informed her smugly wearing a Cheshire cat-grin, "that I remember
anyway."

	"Five?" Beverly gasped in awe.  Seeing Vash nod, she couldn't help
but wonder about the effect on her own sexy husband.  "Perhaps,
Chakotay, as the ship's anthropologist, and I, as chief medical
officer, should beam down to do a collaborative study to follow up on
your findings."

	"Ooooh, I'd highly recommend it," Vash encouraged enthusiastically.

	"Well, I don't," Picard's deep voice resonated from the doorway
behind them.  "which is a perfect illustration of why I'm a starship
captain and you're an archaeologist."

	"Spoilsport," the two women lamented in unison.

	The captain leaned against the doorway. "Isn't someone missing here
and don't you usually have these conversations over vast amounts of
chocolate?"

	"We'll be sure to fill Deanna in on everything over vast amounts of
chocolate tomorrow," Vash quipped impishly.

	"Of course you will," Picard replied dryly.  "Doctor?"

	"She's fine."  Beverly turned to Vash.  "You're fine, go home and
take Captain Bly there with you."

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

	That evening, Vash spent the better part of an hour reclining in a
large bathtub nearly overflowing with copious amounts of
jasmine-scented bubbles.  The luxuriating soak helped to soothe the
residual soreness in her over-taxed muscles.  A tranquil smile
underscored her dreamy expression, memories of the night before
filling her with a sense of utter sexual contentment.  After dressing
for bed, she made her way over to stand in the bedroom doorway looking
out into the cabin's main room.  Still in uniform, Jean-Luc was at his
desk staring intently at a PADD.  In an impish singsong tone, she
inquired, "wha cha doin?"

	"I'm working on my report to Starfleet Command and trying to decide
on a discrete way to recount the more prurient events of last night,"
Picard answered without glancing up.  A hint of exasperation crept
into his voice.

	"Am I to understand that you have issues with what happened last
night?" she baited.

	He looked up from the PADD to see Vash standing in the bedroom
doorway.  The rich satin of her amethyst-colored negligee skimmed her
curves to fall into sweeping folds around her legs.  The plunging
scoop neckline and thin spaghetti straps revealed the lovebites that
marred the delicate skin of her throat and chest.  He tossed the PADD
to the desk.  "Merde, the situation never should have progressed to
the point it did."

	"Are you about to scold me for my blatant apathy regarding the
effects of the planet's vegetation while I utilized my feminine wiles
to provoke you into ripping the clothes from my body and ravishing me
all night long in numerous outbursts of unbridled, carnal lust? " she
cooed unabashed.

	The naughty glint in her vivid blue eyes along with the playful smile
on her face told Picard his wife would have no compunction about doing
it all over again.  Leaning back in his chair, he tugged on his
uniform jacket and muttered, "why must you continually play with
fire?"

	"It's what I do," Vash retorted in a flippant tone with a regal toss
of her hair.

	"Damnit Vash!  That vegetation altered my brain and completely
obliterated my self-control," he snapped remembering how he had
ultimately lost his struggle for self-control.  He might have been
able to maintain his control if not for the fight with that creature. 
The primal rage followed by the satisfaction he felt at killing the
thing had allowed the effects of the vegetation to completely permeate
his brain.  From that point, the descent into animalistic madness had
been unstoppable.  He had been consumed with a primitive  need to
stake his claim on her, ferociously taking her over and over again. 
He was suddenly struck by how delicate she appeared.  In a tone
softened by chagrin, he began to voice his concern, "I could have
easily injured you --"

	"Injuring me is not what you were so zealously attempting to do last
night," she quipped, cutting him off with a dismissive wave of her
hand.  His expression clearly showed just how stunned he was by the
implication of her remark.  She so enjoyed pushing this man's buttons.
 Nonchalantly leaning back against the doorway, she continued,  "you
seem to be under the misconception that you were the only one being
effected by the planet's vegetation.  I would like to remind the
captain that the ship's chief archaeologist was on the planet longer
and had more exposure to the planet's vegetation."

	"Your point?"

	"The human female inherently wants to mate with the alpha male, the
male who will result in the finest possible genes for her offspring
along with providing the offspring's highest chance for survival and
ability to pass on its genes.  My own primal drives and emotions were
even more heightened than yours.  You're a powerful man, Jean-Luc
Picard, virile, resourceful, determined, confident, a starship
captain, the very embodiment of the modern day alpha male."  Pausing
for effect, Vash allowed her eyes to sweep over him appreciatively. 
"I wanted you from the very first moment you stepped into the
clearing.  After watching the way you fought for me, I would have done
anything to get you to bed me.  What happened was exactly what I
needed, what I wanted, to happen.  I even left my mark on you if I
recall correctly; although, I'm assuming that someone in Sickbay got
the delicious task of healing the scratch I left on your back.  This
delightful interlude went way beyond even  my wildest sexual fantasies
about you, and that's saying something.  Admit it, last night was
incredibly hot."

	"With you it always is," he bantered back in a charmingly wry tone. 
In light of her obvious contentment, he was having a hard time
sustaining any irritation with her or himself for that matter.

	"Ooooh, you're such a silver-tongued devil or maybe you're a wolf
with red roses," she retorted playfully.

	"Wolf with red roses?" he asked.

	"It's a poem by Marvin Lee Aday written in the late twentieth
century."  Vash slowly sauntered across the room toward him while
reciting the poem in a sultry, bedroom voice.
"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with
the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes
Will he offer me his jaws?
Yes
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
Again. Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
And will he starve without me?
Yes
And does he love me?" she said, now standing in front of Jean-Luc's
chair, between the desk and him.

	"Yes," Picard responded in a deep resonating baritone gently pulling
her down to sit across his lap.

	Vash slid her arms around his neck and brought her face to his. 
"Yes.
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with
the red roses?
Yes," she whispered the poem's last few lines against his mouth just
before claiming his lips with hers in an impassioned kiss.

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