The BLTS Archive- Qpid's Arrow
by T'Reija (Theganan@gmx.de)

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Archive: Okay, but others than the ASC(EM) Archive please ask
first.

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, nor does the
Enterprise or anything else except the story content itself. I make
no money with it, don't intend to infringe upon the legal rights of
Paramount, Viacom or anyone else. And anyway, you're mother never
told you to share your toys with guests???

Note: If ya don't like explicit sexual content, please read no
further. Because I don't want to offend anyone. Okay, now you've
been warned. If you do read on although you know you'll hate it,
it's your fault, not mine.

Any and all feedback (bad or good) is welcome.

Sep 1998

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"I can't believe you slept with him!" Beverly looked furious,
her eyes glinting at Jean-Luc Picard.

"I told you, it was not my fault. How should I know it was Q? I
never would have... you know I wouldn't." The captain of the
Enterprise started pacing the room - his quarters, the place where
he and Q had... - and slowly moved towards the replicator.

"Don't you dare order your Earl Grey tea now! I'm sick of it. It
doesn't matter whether you knew or not, you had sex with him, and
you enjoyed it. Besides, you should have noticed it wasn't me!" The
doctor started shouting again.

"Bev... my dearest... how was I supposed to know? The woman I
made love with looked like you, felt like you, smelt like you, and
even tasted like you. Who would think..." His sentence was dropped
in the middle, when he saw Beverly stiffen, staring over his
shoulder.

Before he could turn to see what she was looking at, a /very/
familiar voice reached his ear.

"Ah, mon capitain, what a pleasure to see you. Doctor..."

"Q!" Now the captain sounded furious, anger showing in his face.
"How dare you intrude again after...  what you did? You don't have
any scruple, do you? You..."

"Oh, so harsh words," Q's voice sounded a little ironic, but it
always did, so Picard couldn't tell whether he was only teasing him
or truly didn't understand.

"Look here, Q, you did too much trouble already. Maybe what you
did was okay for your people, but to me it is clearly abuse."

"But it did pleasure you, didn't it?" A mischievous grin formed
on the alien's face. "Oh, you are always so proper, and to say it
frankly, puritan, but underneath you want nothing more than some
real wild sex. I didn't even do the things you *really* dream
about..." Q watched with pleasure as the captain blushed, his eyes
moving from the floor to Beverly and back to the floor again,
casting side-glances at him.

"And doctor, don't you hold back too often because you think
Johnny wouldn't like it? Oh, I now all about you little fantasies on
the holodeck. And your last visit to Risa... yes, very nice indeed.
Ah, while we're talking about Risa... you do remember that nice
young man you spent so much time with..."  With a snip of his
fingers, he turned into the Risian and back into his normal form. Q
grinned at Crusher and his grin broadened when she grew pale. It had
its advantages to be able to do just about anything. "Ah, yes, this
shape-shifting really is fun. No wonder the changelings look down on
you."

"Now this is enough..." Picard dropped in as he saw Beverly's
embarrassment.

"Oh, is it? Well, I'll leave you alone then, I guess. But don't
think I'll stay gone. When the right time comes..." and with one
final grin he disappeared.

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It was late that evening, when the he went to Beverly's
quarters. The doctor let her lover in, dressed in a black silk V-
neck dress that matched perfectly with her red hair. She looked into
his eyes deeply, as if to make sure it was really him and finally,
she smiled.

The captain of the Enterprise smiled back warmly his hand
stroking her cheek gently, feeling her shiver beneath the touch.

Suddenly, he leaned forward to kiss her, slowly directing her
towards the bed. As the sat down, their hot tongues still entwined,
Picard thought back to what Q had said. The doctor seemed to have
the same idea, because she broke the kiss and stood up from the bed
again.

"Bev?" Picard was rewarded only by a mischievous smile and a
quite obvious invitation to join her, so he did.

When they were only inches away from each other, so close they
could feel the other's breath, smell the other's scent, she slung
her arms around him, stepping backwards until she felt her back
touching the cool wall.

Jean-Luc, still fully dressed, pressed against her, his erection
plunging into her belly, and a low moan escaped him as Beverly
started to stroke him through the uniform while his own hand
caressed her breasts.

Several minutes they stood like that, until the tension was too
great, and they quickly undressed.  Beverly was quite wet already,
and as she lifted one leg to his hip, her lover's member easily slid
into her, welcomed by the softness inside her. She groaned as Jean-
Luc started pumping inside her, holding her wrists tightly with one
hand, his tongue tingling and sucking at her neck. His other hand
took hold of her thigh that moved rhythmically against him,
demanding more. So he let go of her wrists and reached for her other
leg, stroking the inner thigh and then moving outward, finally
lifting her up.

Now both her legs pressed against him, pushing him into her. An
image of the past night with her - no, with Q, he corrected himself
- flashed up in Picard, but he pushed it aside for the time.
Pressing her to the wall hard, thrusting deeper and deeper, he was
close to climax. The look in his lover's eyes told him she was too,
and when he came, spilling into her, she cried his name out loudly,
her fingernails digging sharply into the skin at his shoulders.

Behind Picard, hidden in the shadow of a large plant, stood a
figure, watching them pleasure each other in a way they had never
before, more intense than they had ever imagined, and he smiled,
although he wished he were in place of the doctor again. //Yes, mon
capitain, this is much, much better. But I'm not finished with you
yet...//

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The End