The BLTS Archive- Q-ed In by T'Reija (Theganan@gmx.de) --- Archive: Anywhere, just inform me if it's anywhere else than the ASC Archive. Disclaimer: All rights to the characters appearing in this story as well as the universe it's set in belong to the Holy Paramount, owned by the Sacred Viacom. This is my shameless attempt in blasphemy to write a little short story with which The Masters won't be pleased. IF they find out. Note: Comments good or bad. I'd appreciate if you tell me what you liked or not liked, whatever, just be nice about it, it's only my second story... and my first with that rating... --- "Hi Jean-Luc, sorry I'm late, but I had some work left over in sickbay. The new crewmembers had to have their physicals taken, and I couldn't just let Alicia do double-shift and go..." "That's quite alright, dear. You know, I'd always wait for you." At this, Beverly smiled, and Jean-Luc Picard smiled back warmly. He was really lucky to have such a love, and he knew it. They went into the room, in which there was a table covered by a white tablecloth, a tall candlestick with three lit candles. A scent of rose oil was in the air, faint enough not to disturb, but also... stimulating. "So, what have you planned for dinner today?" Beverly asked as her lover's hands softly covered her eyes. "Mm... and what smells so nice? Is that Rose? Jean-Luc, please... let me see?" They were now standing in the middle of the room, the door had long closed behind them, and finally, Picard took his hands from Beverly's eyes. She gasped at the sight. "Oh, Jean-Luc, it's just wonderful. Really." She then did something totally unexpected, flung at his neck and gave him a kiss so intense he had trouble parting from her lips, only to let them draw together again. "Beverly... Bev... I thought... mhhhhhh... I though we wanted to eat first?" "I am, and it tastes delicious..." That was so unlike Beverly, the Beverly he knew, but Picard didn't exactly mind... what the heck, they'd just have dinner later on... He laid his arms around her, pressing her body to his own, as close as possible, kissing her lips by turn passionate hard or gently sucking. Beverly moaned quietly, directing him towards the bed. Once there, she shoved him onto the mattress, never stopping to caress his lips, her hands moving down his chest to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. She ended this task quickly, throwing the shirt next to the bed carelessly, and moved further down to open his trousers, throwing them away too and doing the same with his pants. Now it was the captain's turn to groan as she laid one hand on his penis, which reacted immediately in getting harder, and bigger. "Bev... oh Bev..." He almost ripped her blouse when he tried to open it, unable to hold back any longer. Usually, when the made love with each other, it was slowly at first, growing more intense by the second, but this time it was different. Picard's hands moved to her back, opening her bra, lowering his mouth to her naked breast, sucking her stiffened nibbles while she got rid of the trousers and panties she was still wearing. "Jean... Luc... please... make love to me... just fuck me..." At any other time, Picard would have hesitated at this sentence, but he too occupied to notice. He growled, feeling for her wet opening, pushing again and again, quicker, each thrust of his meeting one of hers. They were still sitting, her legs rapped around him tightly. Her hands slid to his back, down to his ass, pushing him into her even more, moaning louder, as his groans were getting louder, finally ending in one shared cry as his liquid spilled into her, mixing with her own wetness. Exhausted, they snuggled down under the soft blanket, not caring for the candles that were still burning, the dinner that lay on the table ready to eat, getting colder. They just lay in each other's arms, until Jean-Luc fell to sleep noisily. It was perhaps two hours later, Beverly was still awake, and she mumbled, "Not bad, _mon capitain_, not bad at all..." --- When Jean-Luc Picard woke up the next morning, the bed was empty next to him. He stood up in surprise. When had Beverly left? Was it by chance just a dream? No, the marks of the last night were clearly to be seen on the sheet. Quickly, he got into his Starfleet uniform. He would have to talk to Beverly about this. Now. "Who is it?" Beverly Crusher murmured into her pillow. She would have to get up not before another hour, so why should anybody wake her at this time? "It's me, Jean-Luc." "Come in" she sighed. As much as she loved seeing him, at that time in the morning - at least what was morning for her - she wanted to sleep. "Beverly, why have you come here?" He sounded a little angry, not that she had any idea why. "Well, to sleep. Of course." "You could have slept at my quarters, in fact, I sort of expected you to after last night." "Last night?" Beverly sounded really surprised. "Why, I *wanted* to come over to you last night, but then you told me you had to catch up on work and... what is it?" The captain looked like pure horror. Was she pulling his leg? Surely, it had to be that. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but curiosity and tiredness. "But I never told you I didn't want you to come... but when you weren't with me last night... who was???" As much as they guessed, tossed and turned, none of them came up with an explanation, so Picard went back to his quarters. There, magically, the remains of last night had disappeared, no food left, no burnt down candles, no stains on the sheets, only a bunch of flowers and a card. For Jean-Luc: Although I don't understand the human gift of flowers, I hope you enjoy them. After last night, I just wanted to say thank-you To my favourite human and starship captain Jean-Luc Picard. Yours truly, Q. P.S.: I'd take a shower if I were you... --- The End