The BLTS Archive- Almost There by Trexphile (trxphile@cox.net) --- DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns the cookie jar and all the yummy treats inside. I sneak a few and munch when Mommy's not looking. Feedback? Yes, please. July 1997 --- She had been doing it all day. And he didn't know if he was going to last much longer. --- The day had begun as every day had for the past month. They had awakened early, showered and dressed, had breakfast. The discussion of the morning had mainly concerned the upcoming diplomatic reception on Shareen, the planet around which the Enterprise was currently orbiting. The day and its activities would be a pleasant diversion from the normal routine of starship life. She had been giving him that Look all during breakfast, the one that was usually accompanied by actions that ended up leaving him drained and breathless and immeasurably content. He tried to ignore the silent message she'd broadcast to him all through the morning's preparations, telling himself there was no time for such things, that duty would have to come first. *Didn't she get her fill last night?* he thought a bit frantically, his resolve beginning to melt as she once more looked at him from across the table through lowered eyelids, those stunning blue eyes almost hidden by long lashes. He rose and slipped into his uniform jacket, hoping that donning this final piece of clothing would be the armor he needed to successfully fend off her advances. "Well," he said, turning toward her confidently, "I have to get to the bridge." "Yes," she replied as she stood and glided over and his heart sped up. "And I have to get to sickbay." Before he could move away, her arms wrapped around him and he was pulled against her body. Her mouth was on his, the kiss deep and passionate and, his stamina withering away, he returned the kiss with equal fervor. All conscious control now gone, his body took over and, awash in pulsating sensation, he enfolded her in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. Suddenly he felt something hard and solid against his back and opened his eyes to see hers peering wickedly into his. She had pushed him against the wall and as her mouth pulled away from his, her hand travelled down. He gasped as she stroked him firmly through his uniform, no tenderness in her touch, her eyes sparkling with mischievous fire. "Beverly!" he croaked and pulled her hand away as she laughed. "We don't have time for this! I have things to do today ..." She pulled back, still smiling. "Yes, we both do, don't we? I suppose some things will just have to wait ..." Without another word, she turned and left. It took him a good ten minutes to recover -- he needed at least that much time for the very obvious effect she had on him to subside sufficiently enough that he could safely leave his quarters. *Damn her* he thought. *I'm late after all ...* --- The morning was gone and his stomach was telling him it was time to eat. As he made his way toward sickbay and his regular lunch appointment with her, his mind was preoccupied with the impending rituals and protocol of the upcoming dinner this evening. He stepped into sickbay as the doors opened for him. He scanned the area but didn't see her right away. *She's probably in her office* he decided and turned in that direction. "Jean-Luc ..." He heard her voice behind him and turned back, a bit puzzled that he hadn't spotted her before. She walked out from a shadowed corner and it was only then that he realized how low the light level was in the room, followed immediately by the realization that they were the only people present in sickbay. "Beverly," he began and smiled as she walked toward him. "Where's the rest of your staff?" She didn't answer his question. She reached out and placed a perfectly manicured fingertip against his lips then leaned in as if to kiss him. He readied himself for the soft touch of her lips on his, his eyes closing automatically. His eyes flew open again when he felt her teeth close on his lower lip and heard a soft growl from her throat. "Wha ... Be ..." he managed, even without the use of his lower lip. She answered with a throaty laugh, released her grip on his lip and moved to his neck where she began ravishing his sensitive skin, nipping with her teeth. He shivered uncontrollably as her hands gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging in, her lips and teeth moving along his neck, now at his ear, her breath hot and quick. "Beverly ..." he managed to whisper and she covered his mouth with hers, this time her lips and tongue doing their wicked best to demolish his already precariously held control. Despite his noble struggles, the battle was futile and he finally gave in, grabbing her head with one hand, fingers entwining in her hair, the other hand pressing into the small of her back. She moaned and wrapped a long leg around his waist, pressing his body as tightly to her as possible, her hips moving seductively against his aching hardness. All thoughts of his duties, of the diplomatic meeting, of lunch even disappeared as he was completely consumed by a more primal and insistent hunger. His hand moved of its own accord up from her back, around her waist and squeezed between their bodies to grasp a breast with hard fingers, his other hand still entangled in her hair. She moaned again and pressed her pelvis against his, rotating her hips faster as his hand roughly squeezed and rubbed her breast. He could feel the hard nipple beneath his palm, even through the layers of clothing. She pulled her mouth away finally and spoke with panting breath. "Jean-Luc ... Are you hungry?" "Oh yes ..." he replied as he buried his face into her neck, latching on with vampiric intensity. "So am I. Let's eat." Her words didn't register at first, he was so deeply entrapped by her entire being. It was only when she extricated herself from him that he realized what she'd said. She stood back and looked at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the desire smoldering in her eyes. "What?" he said, the word stumbling from his lips in confusion. "I said I'm hungry too. Let's eat." She nodded, eyes focused at some spot behind him and he turned to see a young man standing at the far end of the sickbay, his back turned, intent on a monitor. Jean-Luc turned back with horror-filled expression. "How long has he been here?" he whispered. She smiled, the laughter barely constrained. "He just came in," she whispered back, then took his arm in hers. "Let's have some lunch now. Dessert later." --- He was in his ready room, reclining on his couch, a book face down and open on his chest. There was absolutely nothing to do until the reception and dinner tonight and try as he might, he couldn't keep his concentration focused on reading. *Perhaps I should take a nap* he thought but knew that his body was not going to let him. Even now, hours after lunch, he was still in a most ... agitated state. He knew what he wanted to do -- rush down to sickbay, sweep her up, throw her down on a biobed and have her right then and there, medical staff be damned. Of course, that course of action was absolutely out of the question -- and besides, she was busy with an unexpected accident on the holodeck requiring minor surgery. He sighed and stretched, then swung his legs around prepared to stand. Perhaps a change of scenery would help, he decided and rose to head for the door and his quarters. As he passed by his desk he stopped, noticing out of the corner of his eye something on the shiny surface that hadn't been there yesterday. He reached over and picked up the padd, frowning. /Hope you enjoy this/ was all the small screen said and he pressed the button, scrolling down. His jaw dropped almost to his chest. "Oh my god ..." he whispered as a picture appeared. It was of a man and woman, she with strawberry blonde hair, he with practically none at all, both naked, both engaged in passionate and, judging by their positions, rather flexible lovemaking. He felt his face flush and muttered an involuntary moan as he realized that the couple's faces... the faces were his and Beverly's! *When did she find the time to create this?* he thought as he sank slowly into the chair, unable to tear his eyes away from the padd in his hand. Despite his incredulous wonder at what he was seeing before him, he could feel the pulse in his groin, the pulse that was becoming more and more insistent as the day passed. He pressed the button and he wasn't surprised when another picture appeared and as he continued to scroll, another and another. There were ten in all, each more imaginative than the preceding one and each depicting the same very familiar couple. "Merde," he muttered and tossed the padd onto the desktop, then buried his face in his hands. "What in the hell is she trying to do to me?" This was some kind of sadistic trick she was playing and he could almost hear her laughter. Despite his best intentions, his gaze was pulled from behind his fingers to the padd, curiosity and something even more insistent winning out. He hesitated, then reached for the small computer again. He started with the first picture and this time, scrolled much more slowly. --- Any trepidation he had held earlier about this being another boring Federation affair had been thankfully whisked away by the experiences of the last two hours. The Shareen were a race that believed in total communion between themselves and nature and the gathering was being held outside in an enchantingly beautiful outdoor setting. The dining and reception area was surrounded by trees that, with the nightfall, had lit up with tiny lights draped throughout the branches, casting their soft glow on everything around them. The effect was like a fairy land, transforming the attendees into something from a storybook. Soft ethereal music played constantly, its source unknown. He passed through the crowd, the formality of dinner and speeches now over, searching for her. They had been seated apart during the official proceedings and he had only been able to glimpse her briefly as he had been caught up in one conversation after another. They had transported down separately, her work in sickbay keeping her aboard ship till the last minute. He had missed seeing her as he had prepared for this evening, hoping at the time that perhaps they would have time to finish what they had started earlier. It hadn't happened, of course, and he had managed to channel his frustration into the current task of portraying a professional, disciplined Starship captain. He moved to the edge of the crowd, close to the beginning of the trees, drink in hand, his eyes scanning the many shapes and colors moving before him. As he brought his glass to his lips, something jarred his elbow and the liquid sloshed onto the front of his dress uniform. "Damn!" he uttered and the rest was cut off as a hand covered his mouth. Eyes wide, he turned to see her, eyes sparkling in the fairy light, mouth twisted in suppressed laughter. "Sssshhh," she managed and took his free hand, pulling him into the trees. She tugged him onward until they were almost completely shrouded in darkness, beyond where the light could reach. "Beverly ..." She took the glass from his hand and tossed it behind her. He winced in anticipation of the crash it would make as it hit the ground, but none came and as her mouth met his, he decided fleetingly and thankfully that the glass must have landed on something soft. "Mmmm," she murmured as she moved down to his neck. "I have been so ... 'anxious' today! I haven't been able to wait to get you alone ..." Her hands moved down and squeezed his ass, kneading them with undisguised lust. "Beverly, we can't do this! Not here!" He pulled her hands up and away from his body, holding them tightly by her wrists. "Ouch, Jean-Luc! You're hurting me!" He let go quickly. "I'm sorry, Beverly. It's just that ..." His breath caught in his throat as she reached up and began stroking the sides of his head with both hands, her nails grazing along the back of his neck. "Dammit, woman! What have you been up to today?" She just laughed. "All day you've been acting like a cat in heat and then there were those pictures ..." "Ah yes! Did you like them?" She began nuzzling his neck again, pressing up against him again. She looked into eyes and sighed as she moved against the hard evidence. "Yes, I can see you did." He tilted his head back in frustration and exasperation. "Beverly, we must return to the reception. We're going to be missed any moment and ..." "Oh come now, Jean-Luc. You may be important but not everyone is *that* anxious to monopolize your time." "Beverly." His tone was stern -- as stern as he could make it in between trying to suppress the moans that fought to be released as she slid her body ever so slightly back and forth against his. She stopped and moved back. "All right, Jean-Luc. I'll stop." Her tone was serious but her expression was not. "Back to the reception." She whisked past him, a swirl of red and green that brightened as she reentered the circle of light and sound. For the fourth time that day, he had to wait for long painful minutes before rejoining the real world. --- He sat on the couch, waiting. He felt as if he'd been waiting all day. He took another sip of wine and glanced over to the bathroom door, his impatience growing. How much longer was she going to take? He stood up and stretched, then tightened the sash of the robe. He carried his half-empty glass to a side table where the opened bottle stood, still waiting, just as he had been for the last half hour. As he stood staring unseeing at the bottle, he thought of how she had looked this evening -- how her hair had shone in the lights, their reflection sparkling in her eyes, the drape of green across her breasts, hugging tightly to her waist before it fell flowing to her ankles. He shivered as he recalled the almost painful and intensely pleasurable feel of her nails grazing across the back of his neck, the sweet ache of her body pressing rhythmically against his. *Dammit, woman! If you don't come out now, I'm going to break the door down!* The bathroom door opened then and he turned toward the soft light coming from the small room. She stood for a moment, backlit, framed by the darker space around her. He moved toward her and as he neared her, she finally stepped away from the threshold, allowing the door to close. Her hair was still damp, her skin slightly pink and smelling wonderfully clean. She tilted her head and smiled as he stopped centimeters away, then reached out to embrace him. He grabbed her arms and held them away from him. Startled, she began to speak. He interrupted her. "Oh no, madame. Not so fast. All day today you have tormented me with your torturous teasing. It's your turn to endure a little frustration." Her expression was one of pure innocence. "Jean-Luc! Now that's not fair! I've been just as frustrated as you have ..." "I doubt that, my dear. Let's just see how much *you* enjoy it." He pushed her backward until her back was against the wall and leaned in close, pinning her hands above her head. With his lips brushing her ear, he whispered, "Now *I* am in control." He traced along the curve of her ear with his tongue and felt her shudder. Smiling, he breathed down her neck, his tongue darting along the curve to where her shoulder began. She pressed her hips forward into his and he pulled away. "Not so fast," he said as she looked at him questioningly. "You may have to work for this." He stepped back and let his eyes roam down her body, taking in every beautiful centimeter. The short ivory satin robe hung loosely, barely covering the form-fitting bronze-colored lace teddy underneath. She stood still, chin raised defiantly as he raped her with his eyes, a small smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. Oh, but he did love her spirit. This was going to be fun. He slowly untied the sash of his robe and let it drop to the floor, dressed only in his pajama bottoms. He watched her gaze flow across his chest and then drop lower to just below the drawstring waist. He smiled and placed his hand on the place where her eyes were fixed and smiled even broader when her eyes widened in surprise as he slowly began to stroke himself. She looked back up at him and took a small step back as he approached her, never breaking his gaze, hand still moving. "Is this what you were trying to force me into today? I almost did, you know, there in my ready room, looking at those pictures." He stopped, their bodies almost touching and he saw the pure lust in her eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he whispered roughly. "You'd love to watch." She took a shuddering breath and the sound caused a bolt of pleasure to course through him. "Well, my dear, perhaps some other time, but not now. I plan on using *you* for my pleasure tonight." He slipped the robe off her shoulders, then slid his fingers under the straps of the teddy. With just a small tug, he had the garment down below her breasts. He reached out with one finger and traced around one breast, starting at the base and spiralling inward until he was encircling the soft pink areola. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in anticipation but he stopped before he reached her hardened nipple. Instead, he pulled the teddy down past her hips, then kneeled to maneuver it down all the way to her ankles. He leaned in and kissed along the inside of one thigh, moving up the soft skin until he reached the center of her desire. He felt her hands on his head, trying to press him forward, but he resisted, only placing one light kiss on the coppery hair before rising once again. "Jean-Luc," she breathed. "Please ..." "Yes, you will please me." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed down and she knelt before him. She untied the drawstring of his pajamas and he closed his eyes, waiting. Hot and wet and oh so wonderful, her mouth drew him in and he moaned quietly as she moved her lips tightly up and down his length, her tongue constantly moving and caressing. He was lost in the sensations, a distant part of his mind straining to keep his legs from buckling. "Yes ... yes," he sighed and he heard her moan of pleasure as she took gratification from his joy. He realized then that he could not go through with his plan. He had wanted to tease her, make her beg with frustration for him to pleasure her, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it. He could never be totally fulfilled unless she too was fulfilled, both sharing it together. She pulled him ever upward to the peak and, not ready yet for the finish, he reached and took her face in his hands. She stood and he covered her mouth with his own hungry mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside, his control barely hanging on. He pushed her against the wall and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he brought her down slowly, using the wall as leverage, not wishing it to happen too fast. He was poised at her entrance, every muscle in his body taut. Carefully, he let gravity take over and she slid down onto him as a moan escaped both their lips. He rocked forward slowly and deliberately, watching her face, their shared rhythm crescendoing steadily. He buried his face in her neck, praising the gods once again for her, as his lips moved, kissing her hard. He felt her tighten around him, felt her breathing speed up even more and when she cried out his name, he almost met her at the peak. *No,* he told himself, *not yet, not yet.* With every ounce of self-control he possessed, he kept still as she shuddered around him, holding her tightly as her body slowly relaxed. She looked into his eyes and he could see the desire still there. He knew her well -- she would not be satisfied completely with just one. He kissed her deeply then, wrapping his arms around her back, pulled away from the wall and, still joined, walked the short distance to the bed. They fell onto their sides on the bed. She twisted, trying to turn him over so that she was straddling him but he kept her pinned down with his arm. "No," he murmured. "Stay just like this." They lay on their sides facing each other, the same way they had landed, she with her legs wrapped around his thighs, he still hard inside her. He kissed her tenderly as he began to move within her. She gazed intently into his eyes and as the sensations began to build again, her eyes closed. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis upwards, pressing into her most sensitive area. She tilted her head back and moaned softly and deliciously, driving him on even more. She opened her eyes a tiny bit and smiled, then brought her top leg around and over his shoulder, her calf pressing into his back. He gasped as this shift pulled him even deeper inside her and she laughed softly as she held him tightly, within and without. "Come on, Jean-Luc," she whispered with a shudder. "I want to feel all of you." Her words dissolved the last of his control and he plunged into her completely, reveling anew in the wonder that she could take all of him. She met every thrust, grinding against him as he drove forward again and again, the heat building, almost there. "Oh God! Jean-Luc!" As she tightened around him, he reached the peak and his entire body stiffened as every fiber of his being exploded in a flash of absolute and pure pleasure. "Beverly, my Beverly," was all he could manage as he clutched her tightly, the pulsing slowly subsiding, his breathing hard and fast, gradually slowing. They didn't speak for a long while as they waited for their bodies to return to a more relaxed state. He caressed her face, kissing her tenderly. She brought her leg back down to rest across his thigh. They stayed this way, still joined, loving each other with their eyes and their lips. Finally, they pulled apart and he turned onto his back. She laid her head on his chest and sighed and the sound of her contentment made him smile. He stroked her hair, bringing a fragrant strand up to kiss. "You know," he said finally. "I really should have punished you for being so mean to me today." He felt the breath of her laughter against his chest. "Oh now, Jean-Luc -- if I really wanted to be mean, I could do much more than just tease you." "Oh really? Well, two can play at that game, you know." She sighed. "Mmmm ... a game. Sounds intriguing." He smiled as she yawned against his chest, his own eyelids beginning to droop. "I know of a game we could play ... but next time, I get to set the rules ..." Her voice trailed off. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. "I love you, Beverly," he whispered and as he slipped into sleep, he wondered briefly and a bit nervously exactly what game Beverly had in mind. --- The End