The BLTS Archive - Reasons of the Heart
first in the Reasons of the Heart universe
by Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)

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As always: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun
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"Captain's personal log; The Enterprise is on route to the Ilecom
system to close a small quantum fissure detected in the area.
Starfleet command is concerned that there may be a dangerous situation
out there.  I must admit that I'm rather looking forward to dealing
with a natural phenomenon.  Ever since the last battle with the Borg
and the Dominion war, it seems that putting out political brushfires
is all the Enterprise does.  This assignment is not exactly 'boldly
going where no one has gone before' but it is a step in the right
direction."  Captain Jean-Luc Picard closed his log.  Standing up from
his Ready Room desk chair, he straightened his uniform jacket and
headed onto the bridge.

On the bridge of the Enterprise E, Commander William T Riker sat in
the command chair, "Mr. Data, give me a preliminary report on the
anomaly."

Sitting just to the left of Riker at her station, Counselor Deanna
Troi sounded wearied, "Data, let's work on your social skills, see if
you can explain this in terms that don't require an advanced degree in
engineering?"

Commander Data turned around from his position at Ops, "Of course,
Counselor.  We are going to investigate a quantum fissure.  In the
twentieth century, Dr. Richard Feynmann proposed the theory of the
'Sum over histories' stating that a particle would not have a single
history or path in space-time, but would instead follow every possible
path.  We now know that our own quantum reality is one of an infinite
number of quantum realities that exist side by side along the
space-time continuum.  Every occurrence and outcome that could exist
does exist in different quantum realities, realities that become
increasingly more divergent.  Each of these realities has its own
quantum signature, which is constant and cannot be changed by any
known means.  A quantum fissure is a fixed point in the time-space
continuum that can act as a keyhole into other realities.  We need to
make sure the barrier between the realities is intact."

"Maybe somewhere out there you let me keep my beard." Riker teased
Deanna quietly.

"Thank you, Data."  Deanna smiled.  Looking over at Riker, she
retorted, "Well, if I can get you to shave, maybe I can teach Data to
kiss."

Data gave her a curious expression, "Counselor, I am already aware how
to osculate.  However, would not your instructing me be somewhat
improper, considering your personal relationship with Commander
Riker?"

Overhearing the exchange as he stepped out of his Ready Room, Picard
allowed himself a small wry smile.  "Data, I think the counselor was
using the acronym K. I. S. for keep it simple."

Hearing the resonating baritone of their commanding officer,
Lieutenant Robin Lefler called out from her post at the Conn, "Captain
on deck."

"Thank you, Lieutenant.  We noticed." Riker replied as he shared an
amused look with Picard.  Lefler was a promising officer, but she was
still young and a little gung ho.  Stepping down from the command
chair, Riker smiled at the young woman.  "The bridge is quite a bit
smaller than main engineering, making it unnecessary to announce it
every time the Captain steps out of his ready room."

"Aye, sir." Lefler looked up at the first officer and returned his
smile, "I was only endeavoring to be helpful."

"Duly noted, Lieutenant." Picard sat down in the command chair Riker
had just vacated. "How long till we reach the quantum fissure?"

"We're approaching the phenomenon now, sir." Lefler responded.

"Report, Mr. Data." Picard turned to look at the android.

"Sensors show there is indeed a tear in the barrier between our
quantum reality and one other.  The tear is 2.123 kilometers in
diameter."

"On screen" Picard ordered.  The screen instantly came to life,
showing the stars of outerspace.  The only visible sign of the fissure
was a slight distortion of starlight around its edges.  Suddenly, he
saw the ship in the middle of the fissure.  He knew every graceful
line of her hull. "Data, I don't suppose that is a sensor ghost of
some kind."

"No sir."  The android replied.  "That ship's quantum signature
matches that of the other reality.  Registry number N.C.C.-1701-E USS
Enterprise.  This may be very beneficial."

"How so?" Picard asked.

"Originally, Geordi and I were planning to use probes placed along
both sides of the fissure to generate inverse warpfields and close the
fissure.  However, that would require sending a number of probes
through the fissure which might tear the breach further.  It would
also require leaving those probes in the other quantum reality.  If we
could work in unison with the other ship it would eliminate both those
problems.  For this plan to work, the probes must be calibrated
exactly and placed in very specific spots along both sides of the
fissure.  If the other ship agrees, I would recommending beaming a
small party over to coordinate the efforts of both ships.  Two
transporter trips through the fissure would be much less detrimental
than a dozen probes."

"Understood, Data." The Captain nodded.

"Captain," Troi spoke up.

"Yes, Counselor."  Picard turned to toward her.

"I would recommend limiting contact between the two crews.  Most
people find dealing with a duplicate of themselves somewhat
disturbing." Troi explained.

"Any recommendations for the away team?" Picard asked.

"Data is an obvious first choice.  He possesses all the needed
technical knowledge and his positronic brain will allow him to adapt
to the situation easily.  And if Commander Riker will forgive me, you,
sir, would be my second choice.  You have already dealt with alternate
timelines on a number of different occasions."  Troi answered.  She
gave Will an apologetic glance.  She knew Will hated it when the
captain took on possibly dangerous away missions, but that didn't
change the fact that the captain was the best suited candidate for
this mission.

"Number One." Picard looked over at his first officer.

Riker sighed as he unclenched his jaw.  He detested sending the
captain into an unknown situation.  "I hate to admit it but, she's
right.  You're the one best suited for this."

"Sir," Lefler broke in. "We're being hailed."

"On screen."  Picard replied as he sat up straighter in the command
chair.  The screen flickered to show a view of the Enterprise's bridge
with only one noticeable difference.  Worf was standing at tactical.
Picard greeted his counterpart, "Captain, I assume you were sent by
your Starfleet to investigate the fissure."

The other Picard responded with a genuine smile, "Actually Captain, we
discovered it quite by accident.  My  . . ." He paused a moment before
continuing, "My ship's head archaeologist discovered some anomalous
readings while scanning a large Dinasian artifact on a nearby asteroid
for terikon particle decay.  Although, I'm sure Starfleet will want to
me to close this little peephole once they receive my report."

"My second officer and my chief engineer have devised a plan to close
the fissure.  However it has better chance of success if both of our
ships worked together.  However, my ship's counselor has warned
against undue contact between both crews and has advised limiting
contact to only what's necessary." Picard informed his counterpart.

"As has mine."

"With your permission, Mr. Data and I will beam over to coordinate the
efforts of both ships."

"Agreed." The other Picard nodded.  Raising an amused eyebrow, he
added, "You have to admit.  It beats putting out all those political
brushfires."

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A short time later, Picard and Data beamed over to the other
Enterprise.  In the transporter room they were greeted by that ship's
captain and second officer.

As they stepped off the transporter pad, the other Picard reached out
for a handshake, "Welcome aboard Captain."

"Thank you."

The other Picard looked over at his second officer, "Data, please show
Mr.Data to Engineering.  I know Geordi is waiting for both of you."

"Aye sir." Both androids headed off for engineering.

"We can wait in my ready room for their preliminary report." The other
Picard offered gesturing to the door of the transporter room.

As his counterpart gestured toward the door, Picard noticed his
wedding ring for the first time. "Of course."

As the two captains walked out of the turbolift and onto the bridge,
Lieutenant Lefler called out from where she was standing next to the
turbolift, "Captains on deck."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."  The other Picard responded dryly. Turning to
face her, he said privately, "Just couldn't resist that one, could
you, Robin?"

The pretty brunette stood at attention, but her eyes sparkled, "No,
sir."

"I take it you're headed to engineering to help Commander LaForge with
the probes?"

"Yes, sir." She nodded.

"Good.  That should keep you out of the trio's sphere of influence for
a short period of time anyway.  Carry on."

"Aye, sir."  Lefler answered as she headed into the turbolift.

A bearded William Riker approached them, "Welcome aboard, Captain."

"Thank you, Number One." Picard responded almost instinctively.

"You have the bridge, Number One."  The other Picard directed as he
headed for the ready room.

"Aye, sir."  The first officer replied, heading toward the command
chair.

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As the two captains entered into the Ready Room, Picard noted it was
almost identical to his own with only a few exceptions.  Instead of
the bed/ lounge he had in his, there was a couch.  His eyes fell on
the painting above the couch.  Completely stunned, he took in a deep
breath with an audible gasp as his steel-grey eyes went wide and his
mouth fell open.  The  formal bridal portrait of Madame Picard
captured how resplendent she must have looked in her bridal gown of
ivory satin overlaid with  lace and completely covered with  sequins
and seed pearls.  A tiara of pearls and Austrian crystals held a veil
which settled like a soft mist over her dark hair, perfectly framing
her delicate features and vivid blue eyes.  She wore a serene smile on
her lush, rose-petal lips.  In  the portrait she looked like  a queen,
each sequin and crystal making her shimmer from head to toe, as she
sat so regally with the full ballgown skirt spilling over the sides of
the captain's chair on the bridge of the Enterprise E.

"Vash!" Picard exclaimed under his breath, taking a step forward
bewitched by the dazzling sight.

"The loveliest bride the Federation has ever seen." The other Picard
stated proudly as he sat down behind his desk.

"Of that I have no doubt." Picard replied earnestly.  Regaining his
composure, he turned to face his counterpart. "My apologies.  I was
caught off guard."

"I had a similar reaction when Vash started down the aisle of the
chapel in Labarre."  The other Picard smiled wistfully at the memory.
"Will and Louis joked that they both thought I was going to need yet
another artificial heart."

"It's a beautiful painting, but the command chair?" Picard asked as he
sat down on the couch below the painting.

"The painting was a wedding gift from Data.  How she talked him into
the command chair I'll never know and maybe it's better that way." The
other Picard said with an amused sigh.  The door chime rang and he
called out, "Come."

"Hello darling." Madame Vash Picard strode into her husband's office.
The soft angora wool of her blue-grey sweater dress clung to the
perfect curves of her delicate frame.  Both men stood as she crossed
the room to her husband's desk. "I brought you the results from the
scans my lab ran earlier."

"Thank you, chere." The other Picard gave his wife a kiss on the cheek
as he took the offered PADD from her.  Coming around the desk, he
gestured to the other man in the room with a wry grin, "May I
introduce you to  . . .Captain Jean-Luc Picard."

"Welcome aboard, Captain." Vash smiled as she held out her hand.

"Thank you, Mrs. Picard." Picard responded politely as he took her
hand in greeting.  She was as enchanting as he remembered Vash from
the last time he saw her.  Her silky, brunette hair fell gracefully to
her shoulders framing her lovely features and her blue eyes sparkled
as she graced him with her charming smile.  It took considerable
effort to keep his gaze from trailing down her feminine silhouette to
her long, shapely legs.

"Please call me Vash.  Considering the circumstances, Mrs. Picard
seems a bit formal.  How in the world am I supposed to keep things
straight when referring to either of you?" Vash glanced expectantly
from one man to the other.  Both of these men were genetically
Jean-Luc Picard, with the same sleek, muscular build, the same
handsome, chiseled features, the same penetrating, steel-grey eyes,
and the same deep, sexy, resonating voice.  She noticed that both were
also wearing the newer version of Starfleet's uniform, mostly black
with grey shoulders and a burgundy tunic underneath.  Vash perched
herself on her husband's desk, crossing her legs. "I don't mean to
cast doubt on anyone's military prowess here, but after you saw each
other on the viewscreen, did it even occur to one of you two legendary
strategists to change uniforms?"

"No, but it should have." Picard admitted with a small
self-depreciating, as he sat back down on the couch.

As her husband sat down behind his desk, Vash looked back at him over
her shoulder, "You have an appointment with Beverly later this
afternoon for your physical.  Afterwards, you can stop in our quarters
and change into a different uniform."

"Chere . . ." The other Picard began.

Swinging herself around to sit facing him, she scolded, "Oh no you
don't.  You have already stood her up twice this week."

"I'm a little busy today." Her husband explained.

"Doing what?"  Vash shot back, her eyes blazing with a fire both men
knew all to well.  "What are you two planning to do, besides going
down to engineering and micromanaging Geordi and Data.  All you'll
accomplish is making poor Reggie doubly nervous."

Looking up at his wife, the other Picard chastised gently, "Vash."

As she raised her hands in capitulation, her tone was anything but,
"Fine don't have your physical and die decades before you should. Will
can take over command of the Enterprise .  I'll take your death
benefits and go back to Earth to sun myself on the French Riveria
while drowning my sorrows in bottles of Chateau Picard and well-built
cabaña boys named Pierre."

Sharing an amused look with his counterpart, Picard chuckled, "She
definitely has a way of putting things in perspective, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does." The other Picard agreed.  With a sigh, he looked up
at his wife who was still sitting on his desk, "If it's that important
to you, ma petite."

Reaching out to brush her fingers across his cheek, Vash gazed down
tenderly at her husband, "No, you're that important to me.  Je
t'amie."

"Je t'amie." Her husband whispered in reply as he kissed the back of
her hand.

Picard caught his breath at the intensity of emotion in her words and
her eyes as  this Vash stared down at her husband.  It was obvious
that the raving beauty was passionately in love with her husband and
he with her.  Picard had resigned himself to the fact that he would
simply never know the joy of that kind of love.  But here, his
counterpart had managed to find it and with one of the most
exceptional women Picard had ever had the pleasure of knowing.  His
mind wandered to his own universe's Vash.  He knew she was still
single.  He had kept in touch with her over the years, following her
career and antics.  Maybe . . .

Pulling herself from her husband's gaze, Vash asked. "Which leads me
back to my original question of how to refer to the two of you?"

"Jean-Luc will be fine.  Unless it's a case where there might be some
confusion about who you're addressing, then just use my rank." Picard
answered.  Looking over at his counterpart, he added, "I assume she
doesn't call you 'captain.' "

"Only when I'm in serious trouble." The other Picard quipped. He
picked up the PADD Vash had handed him earlier and began to study the
results of her scans.

"Earl Grey?" Vash asked her husband as he examined the information.
He nodded and murmured a thank you without ever taking his eyes off
the PADD.  She turned to Picard, "And you, Jean-Luc?"

"Yes, thank you." Picard replied.  With a smile, she gracefully slid
off the desk and walked across the room to the replicator.

"These are the most detailed scans I've seen of the fissure so far."
The other Picard commented as he handed the PADD to Picard to review.
"Engineering could  . . ."

"Geordi already has them, dear."  Vash's singsong answer drifted over
from where she was working at the replicator.  Making her way back
over to them, she sat the first cup of tea on the desk in front of her
husband who was already furiously working on another PADD.

Picard's attention wandered from the PADD he was reading as Vash bent
to place the second cup of tea on the table next to him.  It was
amazing, even the soft scent of her perfume was the same.  Glancing
up, he found himself staring directly into her vivid blue eyes. "Thank
you."

"You're welcome." Vash replied with a shy smile as she straightened
up.  The gentleness in his grey eyes and rich baritone very closely
resembled her own husband's.  Making her way over to feed the fish in
her husband's aquarium, she listened to the sound of their voices as
they discussed the various options their crews might present to them
and the ramifications of each.

A short time later, the other Picard turned his attention back to his
wife, "Ma petite, when the Imperial Captain Picard crossed over you
developed a way to tell us apart . . ."

"Captain Psychopath came from a very different reality and it was his
extreme personality that gave him away." Vash replied, turning away
from the fishtank and toward the two men. "It would seem these two
quantum realities are very similar, making the two of you much closer
in personality."

Picard looked at his counterpart with concern, "I'm assuming that
since you have had an Imperial crossover you checked my ship's quantum
signature . . ."

"Before we even hailed you."  The other Picard finished.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was he after?" Picard asked his
curiosity peaked.

Before her husband could answer, Vash piped up, "Me."

Completely taken back, Picard couldn't keep the concern from his
voice, "Whatever for?"

"A concubine." She answered simply.

"What?" Picard sounded shocked.

"A concubine, a courtesan, a member of a harem . . ." Vash began to
rattle off.

"I think he gets the idea, ma petite.  And you've been spending too
much time with Data." The other Picard interrupted his wife. Turning
to Picard, he assured him, "The matter was dealt with."

"Of course." Picard nodded.  Glancing over at Vash, he was struck by a
horrifying image that caused his blood to run cold.

The other Picard saw the look on his counterpart's face and knew where
his thoughts had turned.  "You're thinking about the last battle with
the Borg."

"In my universe, they managed to assimilate over half of the
Enterprise before we stopped them." Picard admitted turning to look at
the other captain.

"Just as they did here."  The other Picard told him suppressing a
shudder at the memory.

"How did you manage to protect her?" Picard asked.

Vash could hear the strain in both men's voices.  Walking over to
where her husband sat behind his desk, she laid a reassuring hand on
his shoulder.  To soothe both men, she was intentionally flippant, "I
took it upon myself to get the hell out of Dodge."

"Excuse me?" Picard prompted.

"As soon as I realized what was happening, I gathered all the other
civilians onboard onto the Calypso, flew her to the darkside of the
moon and landed her there, hiding us in a deep crater." She informed
him.

"You had the authorization codes to the Calypso ?" Picard inquired.

"No."  Vash innocently gazed up at the ceiling.  "I hotwired her."

Picard's mouth dropped open in astonishment, "Are you telling me that
you hotwired and stole the captain's yacht."

"I found it necessary to appropriate her at the time." She answered,
amused by his response.

"How in God's name did you learn to hotwire a shuttle?" Picard was
flabbergasted.

The other Picard leaned back in his chair and sighed with amused
exasperation, "You will really regret asking that question."

"Old man Galen." Vash replied with delight.

"Professor Richard Galen." Picard echoed, surprised to hear her name
his late mentor.  "I didn't know you studied under him."

"All the best did." She sat down on the edge of the desk.

"He never taught anything like that when I studied under him." Picard
said.

"Do you really think he would give a young upstart Starfleet officer a
crash course in pilferage 101?"  Vash chuckled.  "I remember him
saying, 'Now Miss Vash, there are doors those baby blues of yours
won't open.  Pay attention now, because I'm going to teach you how to
open those doors.' "

As Picard leaned back into the couch, his counterpart chuckled, "I
knew you'd regret asking that question.  The important thing is that
she saved herself and the other civilians onboard."

Looking at Vash with pure admiration in his eyes, Picard said, "In any
universe, you are a remarkable woman."

"Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Picard."  She quipped good-naturedly.
Sliding from the desk to her feet, she added,  "Now, if you two
gentlemen will excuse me I'm supposed to meet Beverly and Deanna at
the ship's salon.  We all have appointments with Mr. Mott this
morning."

"The trio strikes again."  The other Picard teased as he stood up.

"There was originally supposed to be four of us but Robin Lefler is
now busy in engineering."  Vash splayed her hand flirtatiously across
her husband's chest.  "It's no use, Jean-Luc.  She's ours now.  With
her acerbic wit, she is a natural-born primadona."

Shaking his head with gentle exasperation, he said, "Tell Beverly I'll
see her for my appointment later this afternoon."

"Yes, dear." She replied.  Giving her husband a kiss good-bye, she
headed out of the Ready Room.

---

Several hours later, Picard sat alone in a quiet corner of the forward
lounge.  Out the huge bay windows, he could see his own Enterprise
floating majestically against a backdrop of stars.  According to
Data's calculations, it would be at least sixteen more hours before
the probes would be ready and in place on both sides of the fissure.
Unable to keep his eyes from the bridal portrait or his mind off of
the beautiful woman in it, he had left his counterpart's ready room to
work in the nearly deserted lounge.  As he stared through the fissure
at the stars of his own universe, his mind wandered to thoughts of his
Vash.

The cave floor was unyielding beneath the blankets as Picard laid on
his side propped up on an elbow looking down at Vash's lovely face.
This woman was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. One
moment she challenged him, full of bravado and then the next moment
she seemed charmingly vulnerable.   She was intelligent, resourceful,
vivacious, and unbelievably sexy.  The combination drove him to
complete distraction. "If you want to believe that we're not getting
along that's fine with me.  Its . . ." She was saying when he leaned
down to capture her lips with his in a gentle kiss cutting her off
midsentence.   He continued with several tentative kisses, his lips
lightly teasing hers. Pulling back slightly, he broke the kiss.   As
he gazed down at Vash, her smile and voice were softly coquettish,
"Still think I'm trouble?"

"I'm sure of it." He whispered in response as he reached out with one
hand to run his fingers through her silky hair.  Leaning in toward her
again, his mouth settled over her full, lush lips in a deep,
passionate kiss.  His hand moved to cup the back of her head pulling
her up into his kiss.  He slipped his tongue past her parted lips to
stroke and caress the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.  As her lips
and tongue responded to his, she slid her arms around him.  Gently, he
rolled her onto her back covering her body with his own.  He relished
the sweet scent of her perfume and the feel of  her supple curves
beneath him. With each passing moment, his muscles tightened and his
hardness grew. It had been far too long and he wanted this woman.
Breaking the kiss, raised up slightly to hover over her.

A rosy flush highlighted her delicate features as her eyes fluttered
open.  She gazed up at him and inquired breathlessly, "Are you taking
me to jamaharon, Captain?"

His body responded ardently to the heat that emanated from her blue
eyes.  His voice was hoarse as he fought to keep his burgeoning
desires in check, "Now that, chere mademoiselle, is completely up to
you."

"I want you, Jean-Luc." Vash whispered resolutely.  Hearing her reply,
Picard's mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss.  His tongue plunged
past her parted lips, staking claim to everything in its path. Without
breaking the kiss, he quickly shed his shirt and then stripped Vash's
off of her.  Impatiently tugging her undershirt free of her pants, his
hands glided over the soft skin of her tiny frame as he pushed it up.
His mouth finally released hers so that she could pull the t-shirt
over her head.  As he swiftly rid himself of his own t-shirt, Picard's
breath caught in his throat at the sight of the full curves of Vash's
breasts threatening to spill over the lace edging of her white satin
bra.

"You're beautiful, Vash." He rasped as he cupped the satin covered
curves in his hands, feeling the nipples harden against his palms
through the thin material.  He enjoyed the feel of her small hands
gliding over the muscles of his chest, tracing along his shoulders and
down his arms.  He lowered his head to place an open mouth kiss on the
hollow of her throat, flicking his tongue against her pulse point.  He
heard her gasp softly as her head rolled back, baring her throat to
his gentle onslaught.  Unhooking her bra, he stripped it from her
body.  A heated surge of arousal shot through him at the vision of her
breasts with their lush roundness and ivory skin tipped with deep rosy
peaks.

"Mon Dieu, you're perfect." Picard murmured, his mouth made its way
down the silken expanse of her skin to the full curves of her breasts.
His lips imprisoning the taut nipple of one of her breasts, he
leisurely swirled his tongue over the stiff peak.  Vash moaned his
name as she held his head with both hands, pulling him even closer.
Savoring her impassioned reactions, he nipped at the hardened crest
slightly before suckling strongly.  One strong, questing hand slid
down her stomach, brushing across the juncture of her thighs.  His
hand moved even lower, wrapping around the back of one knee and
drawing it toward him.  Reaching down, he expertly removed her boot
and then repeated the movement on her other leg as he ravenously
tormented first one breast and then the other.

His mouth left her breasts to slowly journey down the smooth skin of
her flat stomach with a trail of hot, moist kisses.  Unfastening the
waistband of her pants, he slid them from her body.  He placed kisses
around her navel before erotically exploring it with his tongue. Her
body trembled as his fingers slipped past her white satin panties to
inflame the moist heat already aching for him.  While removing the
satin from her, he found she had a birthmark.  She twisted beneath him
as his mouth settled over the mark, tracing the outline with his
tongue. His hands moved to grasp the gentle flare of her hips to hold
her still as his lips finally moved on to their final destination.
She whimpered, pleading for him not to stop, as he licked and kissed
the very center of her desire.   His tongue probed and caressed her,
the scent and taste intoxicating him.  His mouth was relentless,
taking her to the peak of ecstasy.   He felt her body shudder around
him and she threw her head back, crying out, "Oh yes!"

As Picard felt her tremors subside, his mouth began to travel back up
her body tasting every dip and curve along the way.  As much as he
wanted to continue his exploration of this lovely vision, his burning
need for her was now almost overwhelming.  With his arms braced on
either side of her shoulders, he placed himself between her long
shapely legs.  Vash's hands slid down his chest, past the waistband of
his trousers to find and caress the evidence of his desire for her.
Even through his trousers, the hard length throbbed under the
ministrations of her delicate hands.  A groan escaped him as she
opened his trousers taking a hold of him with an even more insistent
touch. Gently nipping at his lower lip, she panted, "You're so hard.
I want to feel you inside me."

As Picard slowly eased his hard length into her heated depths, he
thought to himself,  'Sacre Bleu, she's tight.'   When he had
completely buried himself inside her, he paused to savor the
extraordinary sensations engulfing him.  Her body seized his and he
took deep breaths as he struggled for control.  Vash sighed sensuously
as he join their bodies.  "Oh Jean-Luc, you feel so good."

Picard buried himself deep inside her with long, hard strokes, pulling
himself almost completely out before driving back into her softness.
He fought to keep his motions methodical, suppressing the urge to
speed up.  He felt Vash's body tightening around him, drawing him in
deeper and deeper.  He could sense her impatience as the supple curves
of her body instinctively molded to his.  He gradually increased the
rhythm and she matched his movements, the urgency overtaking both of
them.  Vash arched herself toward him, calling his name as she lost
herself in her second release.

"Jean-Luc."

Picard blinked as the sound of Vash's voice startled out of his erotic
daydream.  His eyes focused on the woman standing in front of him.
The way the soft material of her sweaterdress emphasized the perfect
curves of her feminine silhouette was making it difficult to pull
himself out of his daydream.  Etiquette would suggest he stand to
greet her.  However, that was simply not a viable option at the
moment. Dragging his gaze up to the delicate features of her face, he
mustered his most charming smile, "I was ... lost in thought.  Forgive
me, Mrs. Picard."

Vash understood immediately and took pity on him. "May I join you?"
she asked quietly.

"Of course."  He gestured to the chair next to his.  As she set her
own glass on the table and sat down facing him, he forced himself to
ignore the graceful way she crossed her long legs.

"You looked as if you were a million lightyears away."  She commented,
sounding innocent as possible.

"Simply lost in thought."  He repeated vaguely.

The tell-tale hue of his smoldering grey eyes, his startled reaction
to her voice, and the fact that he didn't stand up to greet her all
hinted at where his thoughts had turned. Vash smiled softly, "Would
you rather I guess?"

Unable to keep the color from his face, Picard responded quietly, "I
was thinking of Risa and how I met my Vash."

"That was my guess."  Vash replied. "It appears our timelines didn't
diverge until after our little adventure with the Tox Uthat."

Picard gave her a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm acting like a
complete knave.  I'm surprised your husband doesn't stuff me into a
torpedo tube and shoot me back to my ship."

"Nonsense."  She assured him.  "He is aware, as am I, that these are
feelings for your own Vash that my presence is simply bringing to the
surface."

"There is the possibility that your counterpart in my world might not
be interested; or she may even be involved with someone else." Picard
reasoned, not wanting to admit to himself just how much that
possibility bothered him.

"I'm sure there have been many overtures."  Vash conceded. "But, she
is still unmarried."

"How do you know that?" Picard inquired, amazed.

Her smile turned wistful, "If my counterpart's experience was the same
as my own, the Tox Uthat wasn't the only thing she lost on Risa.  She
lost her heart, and head, and fell in love with a dashing starship
captain.  Are you familiar with the ancient Deriben custom of Mokuda?"

"Two people, members of opposing factions, sit at a table and answer
questions from each other with complete truthfulness." Picard nodded.
He lifted an eyebrow, "Are you proposing a Mokuda?"

Her eyes sparkled impishly, "You must admit, it would provide each of
us with an advantageous insight into the eternal battle of the sexes.
If you are thinking of pursuing my counterpart, who would be better to
give you such insight?"

Her idea had peaked his curiosity, "I can see the advantages in it for
myself, but what's in it for you?"

"I might gleam one or two insights about my husband." She quipped
conspiratorially.  "But mostly, I'm just vain enough to believe there
should be no universe where you actually escape my feminine wiles."

"No mere mortal male ever could."  Picard retorted.  Leaning back in
his chair, he offered, "Ladies first."

Straightening up slightly in her chair, Vash asked, "On Risa, What did
you do after you took Sovak's weapon?"

"I punched him in the face." He admitted with a slightly guilty
expression.

"Why?  It's not exactly your usual style."

"I didn't want him following us." Picard replied.  Her expectant gaze
told him she knew that was only half the answer.  After all, that
would have given them only a ten or fifteen minute lead.  "And I was
really becoming annoyed by the little troll, with his crude sexual
innuendoes and blatant leering at you  . . . her."

"I know who you meant." Vash assured him good-naturedly.  "You were
already acting as her champion.  Come to think of it, isn't that how
poor Sir Guy bought it?"

"Precisely." Picard chuckled.  "Is that how you think your counterpart
would describe me, as her champion?"

Vash's voice and expression became tender and affectionate, "I think
she would describe Jean-Luc Picard as a very complicated man, with
many facets to his personality.  There is Starfleet's legendary hero,
the consummate starship captain, confident, determined, resourceful
and completely in control.  A man who is a born explorer and
scientist, capable of becoming so engrossed in solving a mystery or
problem that he has to literally be reminded to eat.  Behind the
legend is noble man with a gentle charm and a very quick wit.  He is a
passionate and demonstrative lover, whose quiet strength makes a woman
feel cherished and protected."

A bit disconcerted by such praise, Picard glanced down and noticed the
large diamond in her wedding band catching the light.  There was
something else he wanted to know.  Quietly, he inquired, "Does
Jean-Luc Picard make a good husband?"

"He makes a wonderful husband." Vash responded sincerely.  With a
teasing smile, she added, "A bit high maintenance, but well worth the
effort."

Picard returned her smile, "So, what would be Madame Picard's
recommendations for ensnaring her counterpart?"

"Simple, the captain needs to go courting."  Vash answered playfully.
"I'm sure the captain of the flagship can handle dinner reservations.
Sweep her off her feet.  Wine and dine her.  Take her dancing.  Squire
her to formal Starfleet social functions.  Shower her with tokens of
affection like jewelry, flowers, jewelry, perfume, jewelry, candy.
Did I mention jewelry?"

Picard chuckled, "Am I to assume my counterpart indulges your taste
for the finer things in life?"

"If I have become slightly spoiled, it is the result of being the very
pampered wife of an adoring husband." Vash replied, glancing at the
ceiling.  With a regal toss of her hair, Vash returned her gaze to the
man in front of her, "And at the risk of sounding immodest, I am an
important, if unofficial, extension of my husband's command.  I'm the
friendly, approachable face of command in social situations."

"Can Vash, I mean you, the other you, be happy with life on a
starship?"  Picard had always thought that Vash would get bored with
him eventually.  "Especially after exploring the universe with Q."

"Me, myself, and I had more than enough adventure with Q to last a
lifetime.  And as the Enterprises' Chief Archaeologist I have more
than enough data from Federation planets and first contact races than
one archaeologist could ever hope to analyze."  Vash leaned across the
table and cupped Picard's chin.  "I can't imagine ever getting bored
with my Jean-Luc."

Suddenly unnerved with how well she had read his unspoken fear, Picard
straightened his uniform jacket and stood.  "Yes, well, thank you for
your insights.  I have enjoyed our conversation, but if you will
excuse me, I should get to engineering to check on Data's progress."

Vash smiled and nodded as Picard took his leave.  Watching him walk
across the floor she sat back, crossed her arms and said smugly,
"Watch out, girlfriend.  Here he comes."

---

Seated in his own command chair back on his own ship, Picard watched
on the viewscreen as the last section of the quantum fissure closed.
"Report, Mr. Data."

"Sensors verify the quantum fissure has been sealed, sir." The android
answered from his station at Conn.

"Well done, Data.  Please relay my appreciation to Geordi and his
engineering team." Picard straightened his uniform as he stood up. He
rubbed the bridge of his nose, guessing that the time must be around
twenty-two hundred hours.  It had taken hours to properly close the
fissure after he and Data had returned to their own Enterprise.

"Aye sir." Data replied.

The captain turned to his first officer, "Number One, the bridge is
yours."

"Aye, sir." Riker moved to sit down in the command chair Picard just
left. "Good night, Captain."

"Goodnight, Will." Picard replied as he headed for the turbolift.

After Picard left the bridge, Riker glanced over at Deanna sitting at
her station next to him.  'Imzadi,' his mind called out to hers, 'is
it just me, or has the captain seemed distracted by something since he
came back from the other Enterprise?'

'Not something, Imzadi.'  Deanna's amused response sounded in his
head. 'Someone.  Several times today I was buffeted by some very
passionate, amorous feelings emanating from our very composed captain.
I also noticed during one of the transmissions that the other Captain
Picard was wearing a wedding ring.'

'I would love to know who she is.' He thought to her.

'Lets find out!' Deanna thought back conspiratorially.  Looking over
at the Conn, she very innocently called out, "Oh Data."

---

As the doors to his quarters closed behind him, Picard stripped off
his jacket and tossed it to a nearby chair.  He had not been able to
keep his mind off of Vash.  He was fairly sure that Counselor Troi had
picked up on his emotions.  He couldn't blame an empath for detecting
emotions his heart must have been broadcasting at top volume.  Of
course, if Deanna knew, it was a sure bet Will now knew.

Picard had to admit having a first officer and ship's counselor that
were telepathically linked had been very advantageous.  During rather
tedious diplomatic missions, he could work two angles by simply by
keeping one with him and placing the other in a favorable position. It
had also added a whole new dimension to the weekly poker games.
Whenever Will was on one of his lengthy winning streaks, Deanna would
start sending him telepathic suggestions.  Picard had no idea what
these suggestions entailed, but his first officers reactions were well
worth losing a few hand for.  With a smile, he got a cup of Earl Grey,
took his copy of Ivanhoe off the bookshelf, and stretched out on the
couch to read.  Within ten minutes, the captain had fallen asleep.

As he stared down at her, Vash's seductive expression and bedroom eyes
caused him to forget all thoughts of just how she got into his
quarters.  One of her small hands rested on his shoulder as the other
plucked the horga'hn statue from his grasp.  Those beautiful blue eyes
never left him as she nonchalantly dropped the horga'hn to the chair.
He glanced down briefly when the statue hit the chair.  His eyes
returned to her face to find her gazing up at him through her lashes.
All at once, her mouth met his in an impassioned kiss as she brought
her free hand up to the collar of his uniform.  Blood roared in his
ears as he felt the lush fullness of her lips beneath his own.
Sliding the hand on his collar over his shoulder and splaying the
other hand across the back of his head, Vash pulled him even closer as
she deepened the kiss. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her
svelte frame holding her tightly to him as her tongue slipped past his
to ardently explore his mouth.  The sweet scent of her perfume was
driving him to distraction. Her body provocatively  pressed into his
at every point, from the softness of her breasts against his chest to
the intertwining of their legs.  Hungry for more of her, he deepened
the kiss from passionate to fiercely ravenous.  His tongue plunged
past hers decisively staking claim to every corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud.  Picard jerked awake as the book he
had been holding fell and hit the floor.  He realized he must have
drifted off while reading.  As he bent down to retrieve the book, he
shook his head.  He had been dreaming about Vash, again.  Deciding he
could use a walk, Picard laid the book aside and grabbed his jacket as
he headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Picard found himself in the nearly-empty
forward lounge sitting across the bar from Guinan.  After the last
waiter left and the two of them were completely alone, she eyed him
expectantly, "Well Captain, would you like to tell me about whatever
has brought you to my lair?"

Picard had learned long ago that it was useless to try to hide
anything from Guinan.  "There is an old French saying: Le coeur a ses
raisons que la raisons ne connait point."

Guinan translated, "The heart has its reasons that reason knows
nothing of."

"Precisely."

She poured him a small glass of Aldeberan whiskey from her private
stock.  With a smile, she asked, "So Jean-Luc, who is she?"

"Vash."  Picard replied as returned her smile. "Archaeology
Councilmember Vash, a beautiful brunette with the most beguiling smile
and blue eyes.  She has a vivacious personality, a razor wit, and a
keen intellect.  She has earned herself a reputation as a brilliant
scientist.  Unfortunately, her brilliance is matched only by her
brazen recklessness.  The woman is fearless and stubbornly refuses to
accept that there are any limitations to what she can handle.  She
actually went to explore the ruins on Sarthong V.  Trying to talk her
out of one of her escapades is an act of futility.  She will listen
serenely, batting huge doe eyes at you, and then go off to do
precisely what she wants.  She can be utterly infuriating."

As Picard took a drink of his whiskey, Guinan chuckled, "Sounds a lot
like me a few centuries ago.  I found Sarthong V to be a very
interesting place.  Is there a reason why Vash has crossed your mind
recently?"

"Vash has crossed my mind off and on since I met her.  We've kept in
touch with each other over the years.  Recently, however, I can't seem
to get her out of my mind.  You know about the quantum fissure we just
sealed."  When Guinan nodded, Picard sat his drink down and continued.
"In the other reality, my counterpart was married to Vash. It was
obvious that they were passionately in love with each other.  I had
long ago resigned myself to the fact that I would simply never know
the joy of that kind of love.  But there, my counterpart had managed
to find it and with one of the most extraordinary women I have ever
met.  It left me feeling as if I let the One, a Betazoid would call my
Imzadi, slip through my fingers."

"Do you think she is the one, Jean-Luc?" Guinan inquired gently.

Picard's expression was wistful as he tugged on the bottom of his
jacket, "I knew it when I saw the way my counterpart and his wife
looked at each other as if there was no one else in the universe.
I've seen Will and Deanna look at each other that way and wondered if
my first officer would even notice if I called for the ship to self
destruct."

"Please don't test that." Guinan quipped with a small smile.

"I won't." Picard replied good-naturedly. Looking down at his drink,
his voice became slightly melancholy, "There have been other women in
my life, but none of them could truly be mine.  I know rumors
circulated for a long time about Beverly and I.  The truth is we're
very close friends, but just friends.   I want a woman to call my own.
Beverly can never be that, her heart belongs to Jack Crusher.  Almost
three decades after his death, she still mourns for him.  Beverly
loves Jack.  She always has and always will.  Anyone who thinks
differently is a fool.  Anij belonged to the pastoral world of the
Ba'ku.  She could never leave her world to join me here.  As far as me
joining her on the Ba'ku planet, well,  . . ."  Picard trailed off.

"That much rest and relaxation isn't for a man like you, Jean-Luc.
You need excitement." Guinan replied with a knowing smile.

Picard couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, "Vash once said the
very same thing to me -- only she was commenting on my vacation plans
on Risa."

"She sounds like a smart woman." Guinan commented dryly. "You've
decided to go after her, haven't you?"

He gave her a small smile, "If she'll have me."

As he stood to leave, she quipped, "I'm fairly certain she will.
However, if you manage to make this seem completely official it will
put a whole new meaning to the term 'Picard Maneuver.'"

---

The next morning, Picard spent several hours at his Ready Room desk
tracking down Archaeology Councilmember Vash.  His search led him to
Starbase 86 and Professor Clarktown who was currently the head of the
Archaeology Council.

"Hello Jean-Luc." Clarktown smiled into the comlink.  "Please tell me
you've come to your senses and you're leaving Starfleet to come work
for the council."

"No, but I appreciate the offer." Picard replied. "Actually, I'm
trying to locate Councilmember Vash and I was hoping you could help."

"Oh no."  Sighing with exasperation, Clarktown rolled his eyes. "So
tell me, what minor technicality has the council's favorite problem
child broken now."

"None . . . that I know of anyway." Picard reassured the Professor
with a small smile.  "We're friends. The Council's favorite problem
child, huh?  Obviously Vash has been keeping you busy."

"The woman charges at transwarp where angels fear to tread.  Of
course, it is very difficult to rebuke her when she keeps managing to
come up with the most impressive finds.  She is simply one of the most
gifted field archaeologists I've ever seen.  I've told her that if she
would only exercise some restraint, in ten years she could have a
chair at the University of her choice.  Not that she listened."
Clarktown explained.  "So, to help her career and my blood pressure,
I've decided to take advantage of the council's arrangement with
Starfleet and post her on the first available starship.  If that
doesn't rein her in some, at least she won't be my problem."

Picard's smile widened just slightly, "This is very convenient. I just
happen to have a starship and I am looking someone to head up her
archaeology lab.  As one of the foremost experts in Interstellar
Archaeology, Vash would definitely be an asset to the ship.  I thought
I was going to have to haggle with her . . ."

"But if I assign her to starship duty and you sail in with an offer to
work aboard the flagship, which is a plum position, you come out
smelling like a rose and my blood pressure goes down."  Clarktown
finished with a grin.

"Precisely." Picard nodded.  "Do you know where I can find her?"

"She took one of the council's shuttles to Suvin IV."  Clarktown
answered.

"Suvin IV is a wonderful site.  There's not much trouble she can get
into there, unless she's trying to excavate the ruins in the mudworm
caves." Picard noted.  The Suvin mudworms were meter-long, slug-like
creatures that lived in colonies in a viscous sludge they created.
The animals infested the subterranean caves on the planet.  The
creatures were harmless, disgusting, but harmless. The electromagnetic
sludge they lived in was a problem, however.  It caused interference
with scanning and coated everything, obscuring the cave ruins and
destroying equipment.

Clarktown sighed, "That is exactly what she's trying.  Vash has gotten
a hold of a low intensity forcefield generator.  She thinks if she
plays with the field harmonics she can hold off the mudworms.  I
figure she'll get a few meters farther than the last two expeditions
before ending up hip deep in sludge and mudworms.  I'll transmit
Vash's assignment to you for her signature."

"Thank you, Professor."

"You're quite welcome, Captain."  Clarktown replied and then closed
the channel.

Picard hit his combadge, "Number One, may I see you in my Ready Room?"

"Aye, sir."  Riker responded promptly.

"Number One." Picard greeted as his first officer as he entered the
room.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Will.  I want you to change course to Suvin IV.  The Archaeology
Council has decided to assign Councilmember Vash to be the new head of
the Enterprise's  Archaeology department.  We need to pick her up
there.  The detour will only delay us about three hours." Picard
ordered.

"Aye, Captain." Riker could not help smiling.  Picard was sitting
behind his desk with his usual aplomb, his hands steepled with his
index fingers against his chin.  Amused, Riker thought to himself.
'Vash, huh.  I'll be damned.  It's amazing what fate can do when it's
given a very captainly shove.'  What Riker said out loud was, "An
actual councilmember, that's quite a coup.  I'm sure you're looking
forward to seeing Councilmember Vash again, sir."

"Yes, I am." Picard admitted leveling his gaze on his first officer.
"In fact, I will handle the transporter room myself."

"Of course, sir." Riker figured that meant Vash had no clue about
whatever the Captain and whomever he talked to on the Archaeology
Council had cooked up.  He had a feeling things onboard were about to
get very interesting.  "Is there anything else, sir?"

"No.  You can return to the bridge, Will.  Thank you." Picard
dismissed him.  After the door shut behind Riker, Picard chuckled to
himself, "Because, I'm sure you just can't wait to think this to
Deanna."

---

A short time later, the Enterprise took up a standard orbit around
Suvin IV.  Alone in a transporter room, Picard carefully calibrated
the sensors to penetrate the electromagnetic interference from the
mudworms and scanned the caves.  When he found Vash, she was almost
ten meters past where the last expedition had gotten.  The mudworms
had just started to seep through the forcefield she had erected.  He
knew once the sludge covered her generator the forcefield would
collapse and the mudworms would rapidly begin to fill the cave. Picard
quickly locked on to Vash with the transporter.  While beaming her
aboard, he took care of two problems.  First, she had a weapon that he
needed to deactivate.  Second, certain pieces of her equipment,
including some of her clothing, were contaminated with electromagnetic
dust from the caves and needed to be left in the transporter buffers.

Vash drew her phaser to burn a trench around her generator to slow the
mudworms approaching it.  Maybe, it would give her a few more minutes
to get out.  Suddenly, she felt a transporter beam envelop her. Just
as she materialized, she dropped into a crouch and swiftly leveled the
weapon at the chest of her abductor.  Instantly recognizing the man
behind the transporter console, she quickly lowered her phaser and
stood up.  The wave of relief that washed over her was followed
closely by a tidal wave of righteous indignation.  Glaring at him, she
ranted, "Jean-Luc Picard, you arrogant bastard!  Are you taking
lessons from Q? Hell's Bells!  Sometimes the only difference between
the two of you is his damned parlor tricks!  You scared me to death!
Do you realize I could have shot you?"

Picard's gaze traveled over the enchanting nymph standing before him
clad only in matching brassiere and thong panties of white Venetian
lace.  That was if that itty-bitty scrap of material could actually be
considered a pair of panties.  His pulse quickened as his eyes drank
in the shapely length of her legs and the way the lush curves of her
breasts appeared to overwhelm their confines.  Picard's tone was
charmingly wry as he informed her, "I deactivated your phaser during
transport."

"Sonofabitch!" Vash cursed as she hurled the useless weapon at him.
She took great satisfaction in the muffled grunt that escaped him as
the phaser hit him squarely in the chest.  Her voice was icy as she
inquired, "I take it my clothes needed deactivated too, Captain?"

For the most part, Picard ignored the phaser as it hit him in the
chest.  His breath caught in his throat at the fire that flashed in
Vash's blue eyes.  She was so beautiful and her challenges always
affected him like a powerful aphrodisiac.  Undoing the fasteners on
his uniform jacket, he stripped it off as he stepped around the
console and toward her.  Gallantly, he held the jacket out and
offered, "Please, take my jacket.  I apologize.  Your clothes and
equipment were coated with electromagnetic dust and needed to be run
through the buffers for decontamination."

"Thank you." Vash managed curtly, taking the jacket.  She slipped it
on, determined to ignore the inviting scent of Picard's aftershave and
the comforting warmth from his body that lingered on the material.
"You could have at least contacted me, before just beaming me out of
there."

"There was no time.  By the time I located you with the sensors, the
mudworms were beginning to penetrate your forcefield.  I knew you
would be hip deep in them in pretty short order."  Picard replied with
a smile.  He gestured to a nearby screen that showed the sensor
readings of the now worm-filled cave and added, "If you'd like to
return to the cave, I'll beam you back there.  Although, it's much
dryer up here and I have a proposition you might be interested in."

With her hands on her hips, Vash's eyes swept over Picard.  He looked
just like the last time she had seen him.  The closely-trimmed, grey
hair at his temples accented his handsome, chiseled features and his
steel grey eyes.  With his sleek muscular build and that unbelievably
sexy, resonating voice, Jean-Luc Picard was pure, masculine virility.
How dare he stand there looking so smug, so sexy and being so damn
charming.  She wasn't ready to let him off the hook just yet. Drawing
herself up to her most regal bearing, she looked down at him
imperiously and said in her most haughty voice, "Since the worms have
coated anything worth studying and I'm already here,  I might as well
hear you out."

"Welcome aboard the Enterprise E, Archaeology Councilmember Vash."
Picard said formally as he held out a hand to help her down from the
transporter pad.  As she laid her small, graceful hand in his and
stepped down from the pad, Picard's eyes trailed down her long shapely
legs to the perfectly pedicured pink toenails.  Inside, he chuckled.
Only Vash would go to the mudworm caves with a perfect pedicure.
Walking over to the console, he picked up a PADD that had her
assignment from Professor Clarktown.  He handed the PADD to her, "When
I spoke to him, Professor Clarktown asked me to give you this."

Vash read the document.  Looking up at Picard, she sighed, "I suppose
you already know that he's decided to clip my wings."

"Only because he's convinced, as am I, that you have a brilliant
career in front of you, but you need to start exercising some
restraint."  Picard assured her gently.

For the first time since she came onboard, Vash smiled, "Restraint?
This from you?  I'm thinking back to the news coverage of the last
battle with the Borg.  They showed the new flagship sailing into the
battle and this very familiar voice boomed over the comm, 'This is
Captain Picard of the Enterprise, I'm taking command of the fleet.'
The whole bloody fleet!  Oooh there's restraint."

"Be that as it may." Picard replied good-naturedly, trying not to ogle
her like a lovesick cadet.  Vash appeared even more seductive than
before, with his jacket hitting her at mid-thigh, leaving her long
legs exposed.  The timeless eroticism of a near naked woman clothed in
a single article of men's attire.  "I can't change your situation, but
I might be able to sweeten it for you slightly."

"Jean-Luc, you have my undivided attention."

"With a few well placed calls, I can get you on almost any ship you
choose, or . . ."  He trailed off.

"Or?" Vash prompted.  Now, he definitely had her interest peaked.

"You can stay here.  I just happen to be looking for someone to head
up the Enterprise's archaeology department.  As one of the foremost
experts in Interstellar Archaeology, you would definitely be an asset
to the ship."  He offered.

"The chief archaeologist's position on Starfleet's flagship," Vash
gasped in surprise.  It was a hell of an opportunity.  She could
hardly believe her ears.  Quickly, she recovered her composure.
Gazing up at him coyly through her lashes, she asked,  "So does this
assignment come with 'fringe benefits'?"

"Fringe benefits are negotiable."  He responded non-commitally.

With a smile, she signed the assignment orders. "Captain, you've got a
new archaeologist."

Picard went over to retrieve her weapon from the floor.  "A standard
Starfleet-issue Type Two phaser.  I'm not going to ask where or how
you got it."

"It's good enough for government work. And that's probably a wise
choice on your part."  Vash quipped.

"Now, you'll be able to find your little pop-gun in the armory and you
can sign it out to use on the firing range."  He retorted. After
hooking the weapon to his belt, he continued,  "I'll show you to your
new quarters."

"Before you do that, just two things."

"Yes?"

"The Council's shuttle?" Vash asked.

"I've already sent someone down to retrieve it." He answered, taking
the signed PADD she handed to him.

Her eyes sparkled impishly as she motioned with a finger for him to
come closer.  He bent down slightly and she opened the jacket as she
whispered, "Jean-Luc, my clothes?"

"Of course" Picard replied, slightly embarrassed.  After materializing
Vash's now clean clothes and equipment, he stepped out of the room to
let her change.  A few moments later, she stood in the doorway.  Vash
appeared utterly feminine dressed in khaki work shirt, pants and
boots. He wondered how anyone could make khaki so sexy.

As she handed him his jacket, Vash whispered teasingly, "Let's make a
deal.  We both have reputations to think about.  If you promise not to
tell anyone how you and Clarktown managed to hoodwink me, I won't tell
anyone how you beamed me up in just my skivvies."

As fastened his jacket up, he whispered back, "Deal."

---

As they made their way to Vash's new quarters, Picard noticed she was
her usual amiable, vivacious self.  Her brief flare of anger seemed to
have completely dissipated.  He had to admit the fact that she was no
longer cursing him or throwing phasers at him would make it easier to
court her.  His voice was filled with admiration as he commented, "I
have to say, almost ten meters past where the last expedition made it
is a lot further than Professor Clarktown or I thought you would get.
I'm looking forward to seeing your findings."

"The ruins down there are incredible, Jean-Luc.  I did plaster
moldings of five of the larger artifacts I found.  And I even managed
to collect several smaller artifacts for comparison to the other ruins
on the planet.  Everything is on the shuttle."  Vash told him, her
passion for her work was obvious.

"I'm sure the council will be delighted."  He remarked.

"Clarktown hates my methods, but he loves my results. Which is
probably why his problem child, as he likes to call me, ended up in
your lap."  She chuckled.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
his step faltered just slightly.  She added almost as an afterthought,
"Oh, by the way, thank you."

"For?"

"Beaming me up before the worms slimed me."  Vash said somewhat
sheepishly.

"You're welcome."  Picard replied, very pleased to find out he had
indeed been forgiven.  Reaching Vash's new quarters, Picard opened the
door and gestured for her to enter ahead of him. "These will be your
quarters."

Vash gasped in astonishment as she stepped into the quarters. They
were as luxurious as his had been on the Enterprise D .  The far wall
was lined with large oval windows.  The stars outside provided a
stunning back drop to the comfortably furnished living and dining
areas. The spacious quarters, with its elegant decor done in soft
neutral tones, left her speechless.

Indicating to a doorway, Picard informed her, "Your bedroom with full
bath are just through there."

"Full bath, as in bathtub?"  Vash blinked in surprise.  Bathtubs were
a rare commodity to people who did extensive interstellar travel.

The captain knew that would get her attention.  Smiling, he said,
"Yes.  During the Enterprise E's final fittings, the two women on my
senior staff greatly impressed upon me, my first officer and my chief
engineer the importance of having a bathtub instead of just a
showerstall.  I really had no idea just how significant bubblebath's
were to you ladies.  I hope the quarters meet with your approval?"

"Oh yes!  This is lovely and twice the size of what I had on the
starbase." Vash gushed as she made her way over to a window.  Looking
out onto the hull, she baited him, "Right side, toward the front."

"The starboard side, toward the bow." Picard winced as he corrected
the terminology.  Ignoring her soft giggle, he continued, "I thought
you would like a view."

She turned to face him, "Windows and a bathtub.  You certainly made
sure everything was shipshape and Bristol fashion."

He arched an eyebrow, "How can you know that term and not know bow,
stern, starboard, and port?"

"I know them.  I just couldn't resist the little red button that said
'push me.' " Vash replied playfully, giving him her most devastating
smile.

"Oh, I see." Emboldened by her flirtatious behavior, he continued.
"The ship is scheduled to stop at Starbase 86 in four days to drop off
Professor Clarktown's shuttle.  That will also allow you to retrieve
your personal belongings.  Until then, you can replicate anything you
might need.  Are you involved with anyone?"

"What?"  Vash muttered, taken off guard.

"It's a simple enough question, Vash.  Are you seeing anyone?" Picard
teased gently, staring directly into her vivid blue eyes.

"No.  There's not a single, solitary swain in pursuit." Vash quipped,
doing her best to sound nonchalant.  As he closed the distance between
them, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"There is now."  His rich, gentle baritone caressed her with his
response.

Vash was held by Jean-Luc's gaze, his handsome, chiseled features
framing those intense grey eyes and the firm set of his mouth. Her
heart raced at the thought of those lips on hers.  The anticipation of
his kiss alone was enough to cause butterflies in her stomach. Hungry
for his kiss, her tongue darted out of its own volition, to moisten
her lips.

Reaching out with one hand, Picard ran his fingers through Vash's
silky hair. His hand moved to cup the back of her head, drawing her
mouth to his for a deep, passionate kiss.  Vash's lush, full lips
trembled slightly beneath his and her arms slid around his neck as her
body melted against his. The way in which her supple curves moved
against him as she responded to his kiss was almost maddening.  He
wrapped both arms tightly around her tiny waist, suppressing the urge
to explore those same supple curves.

Vash's knees gave way as Jean-Luc's muscular arms slid around her,
crushing her against his powerful frame.  She lost herself in the
clean, masculine scent of his aftershave and the security she felt in
his embrace.  The butterflies in her stomach turned to shivers of
desire, the sensation spreading throughout her body causing the peaks
of her breasts to harden.  He slipped his tongue past her parted lips
to gently stroke and caress the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.  Her
entire body felt as if it were made of liquid flames. Vash arched into
him feeling the entire length of his hard, muscular form against every
inch of her own, quickly overheating body. The action did more to
inflame the ache building inside her, rather than ease the sensations.
As Jean-Luc very slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue plundered the
depths of her mouth.  Heated waves of arousal coursed over her as his
mouth continued to make love to hers.  Wanting more, she splayed her
hands against the back of his head to pull him closer, tentatively
nudging her tongue past his in her own erotic search of his mouth.

Blood roared in Picard's ears as Vash's lips and tongue answered the
demands of his.  He could feel every muscle in his body tighten in
fervent response.  He fought to rein in his own needs and reluctantly
broke the kiss.  Pulling back slightly, Picard gazed down at her.
Gasping for breath, Vash's desire emanated from her eyes.  Her lips
were passion-swollen and a heated blush had swept up her ivory skin
from beneath the collar of her shirt.

Vash was reeling, Jean-Luc's presence was playing havoc with her
senses. Her heart was pounding, she was flushed and her knees felt as
if they were about to buckle under her.  Even through the uniform, she
could feel the sinewy muscles in his arms, chest, and back.   His
strong arms still held her tightly against him.  Every breath she took
forced the stiff peaks of her breasts up against the muscular wall of
his chest.  Her breathless whisper was tinged with a hint of
amusement, "Okay, so you still have a kiss that will put a knot in a
girl's knickers.  What is going on?"

"Have dinner with me tonight."  Picard urged simply as he smiled down
at her, his eyes lingering on her full inviting lips.

Brazenly, she met his gaze, "Will dinner include a Captain's tour of
this Enterprise."

"Of course."

"When should I expect you?" She coyly smiled up at him.

"I'll pick you up at seven.  But, I really should head back to the
bridge now."  Picard told her.  His lips captured hers in a brief kiss
before he released his hold on her.  As he made his way over to the
door to leave, he called back, "Remember you have an appointment with
Dr. Crusher in an hour."

"Right." Vash replied.  After the door shut behind him, she went over
and flopped down on the couch.  Looking up at the ceiling, she
chuckled to herself, "That should be just about enough time for me to
figure out what the hell happened here."

---

In sickbay, Vash sat on an examining table as Dr. Beverly Crusher
performed the routine physical.  As Crusher ran the medical tricorder
over her patient, she casually remarked, "I hear you're joining our
happy little family."

Vash replied with a smile, "Looks that way."

"That's marvelous."  Beverly returned the smile, "Jean-Luc stood me up
for breakfast to spend the morning tearing the sector apart looking
for you."

Before Vash could follow this up, Deanna Troi walked in, "Hi, Bev."

"Hi, Deanna." Beverly gestured to Vash, "I believe you know our new
chief archaeologist, Councilmember Vash."

"Yes, of course."  Deanna nodded. "Welcome aboard."

"Thank you." Vash offered her hand in greeting. "Counselor Troi isn't
it?"

"Please, call me Deanna." Troi said as they shook hands.

"Vash."  Vash responded in kind.  Looking from one woman to the other,
she added conspiratorially, "Jean-Luc has told me that we are is
scheduled to stop at Starbase 86 in four days.   The Starbase has some
of the best shopping in the sector.  As a field archaeologist, I had
to keep things pretty minimalistic.  Since I'll now be living on the
Enterprise, I can indulge in a few luxuries.  How would you two like
to join me in an afternoon shopping spree once we reach the Starbase?"

Deanna agreed readily, "Sounds wonderful.  I'll clear my schedule that
afternoon."

"So will I." Beverly chimed in. "Vash, why don't you join us for lunch
and we'll plan our mission."

"I'd love to." Vash replied with a grin. "Do either of you like
chocolate?"

The other two women grinned back.   Deanna turned to Beverly, "This is
the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

---

Will Riker pulled the trombone from his mouth as the doors to his
quarters opened.  Deanna led Beverly and Vash into the room.  As she
plucked the trombone from his grasp, Deanna cooed, "Hello Imzadi.
I'll put your bone away for you.  Good-bye Imzadi."

"Hi Will.  Good-bye Will."  Beverly teased as she made her way over to
the replicator. "What program is it, Dee?"

"Deanna-one."  Troi answered as she carefully put the trombone away in
its case.

"It was nice seeing you again, Commander."  Vash chimed in as she
walked over and sat down at the table.  She watched Beverly placing
chocolate confections of every kind on the table.  She looked up at
Beverly with pure admiration in her eyes.  "You two have this down to
a fine art."

"Ladies, these are my quarters." Riker said, sounding bewildered.

"I have the better chocolate menu stored in your replicator. Bye
dear." Deanna placed the last items for the chocolate fest on the
table. Sitting down, she replied to Vash.  "On this ship, chocolate is
a serious business."

"These quarters are mine." Riker repeated, somewhat plaintively.

"So was the beard."  Beverly reminded him with a wicked smile.

"Ouch Doc." Riker chuckled. "So just where would you ladies have me
go."

"How about the forward lounge?  I'm sure the view of eternity is
lovely."  Vash quipped.  Beverly and Deanna burst out laughing.

"Imzadi, is there a woman in the galaxy you haven't used that line
on."  Deanna managed to gasp between giggles.

"Ladies, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be going now." Deciding it
was time to exercise the better part of valor, Riker gave them his
most charming smile and left.

---

"Come"  Picard called as he heard the doorchime to his Ready Room.  He
was surprised to see his first officer walk in. Cordially, he gestured
to the seat in front of his desk, "Number One, I thought you were off
duty."

Turning the chair around, Riker straddled it, "I am.  I was in my
quarters, minding my own business, playing a little on my trombone
when three lovely sirens came in.  Lady Deanna and Lady Beverly had
with them a new recruit, Lady Vash.   They chased me out so that they
could overload my replicator making different forms of chocolate."

Picard leaned forward with feigned seriousness, "Commander, I've seen
you face down Q, the Borg, The Cardassians, the Romulans, the
Klingons, . . . and me.  Are you saying that you turned tail and fled
your own quarters due to those three charming ladies?"

Riker matched Picard's tone, "There are very few things in this galaxy
as frightening as estrogen mixed with seventeen variations of dark
chocolate."

"I see."  Picard nodded sagely as he sat back in his chair.

"You don't understand, that kind of chocolate can only mean one of two
things.  It is either a major gripe session about a man or a
significant information exchange."  The first officer informed him.
"I haven't screwed up in almost a month, since the dreaded parrises
squares incident which was the last time I was in trouble with Deanna.
So, this must be an information exchange.  And I would bet my last
week's poker winnings that the primary topic of discussion is -- you."

"For me to assume that I am the only thing three intelligent women
have to talk about would be either extremely egotistical or completely
paranoid."  Picard replied with a small, self-deprecating smile.

"When everyone is out to get you, paranoia is just good thinking."
Riker joked with a wry grin.  "I should probably tell you that Deanna
is aware that your counterpart in the other universe was happily
married to Vash's counterpart."

"Really."

"Data talked.  You know his favorite words should be 'Guess what.'"
Riker chuckled.

"Be that as it may.  I doubt Deanna would be as likely divulge that
particular detail." Picard noted.

"No.  She wouldn't." Riker admitted. "But, she might pose the idea
that Vash is in the catbird seat."

The captain assured him, "It wouldn't change a thing, Number One.
Vash perpetually behaves as if she is in the catbird seat, regardless
of whether or not she actually is.  But, I do appreciate the inside
information."

"Seeing that the pixyish duo has now become a trio, we need to stick
together or risk becoming a ship of the Valkyries."  Noticing Picard's
amusement at something he said, Riker asked, "What?"

"In the other universe, my counterpart referred to the three of them
as the trio." Picard replied.

"So this is part of your plan?"

"What makes you think I have a plan, Will?"

"I've never known you not to have a plan." Riker responded.

"I don't want to disillusion you, but this time I'm flying by the seat
of my pants." Picard confessed.

"You're braver than I thought."  Riker deadpanned.

"Number One, " Picard raised an eyebrow.  "I think it's time to throw
a smokebomb into the henhouse."

---

"You threw your phaser at him?"  Crusher laughed with astonishment as
she picked up a fudge brownie.  The doctor would have paid dearly to
have been able to witness that.

"At the time, I was so pissed.  After all, Jean-Luc scared me to death
by beaming me up like that, without so much as a 'how do you do.' Then
ubercaptain had the nerve to stand there looking so insufferably
pleased with himself as he explained that by the time he located me
with the sensors there was no time to contact me because mudworms had
begun to penetrate my forcefield." Vash chuckled as she rolled her
eyes.

"You don't seem to be very upset with him at the moment." Deanna noted
around a bite of double Dutch chocolate fudge ice-cream.

"Well . . . Jean-Luc did beam me out before the worms slimed me and he
did ask the Council to assign me to the Enterprise.  For months,
Clarktown had been planning to clip my wings by reassigning me to a
starship.  The chief archaeologist's position on Starfleet's flagship
was a fantastic opportunity, not to mention a plum assignment, and my
new quarters are first class.  Jean-Luc also promised to give me a
captain's tour of the ship with dinner tonight." Vash rationalized
letting him off the hook so quickly as her two cohorts just smiled
knowingly at her.  She leaned back in her chair and gazed into the
distance.  "Of course, he also looked like something out of Prince
Valiant.  Did he have to be so damn sexy, with those grey eyes, that
barely-there smile and that nice, tight . . . ohhh and did I have to
practically swoon when he kissed me?"

"Kissed you?" Beverly and Deanna asked in unison as they sat forward
slightly in their chairs.

"After showing me to my quarters, Jean-Luc was going over some details
about what was where when he bluntly asked if I was seeing anyone.  I
told him no and made some joke about there not being a single swain in
pursuit.  He lowered that voice of his to this smooth, honeyed
baritone and told me, 'there is now.'  Suddenly, he was kissing me."
Vash explained, letting her head fall back against the chair.  Closing
her eyes, she thought back to his long, slow, passionate kiss that had
left her feeling as if he had made love to her when all he had done
was kiss her.

Deanna's senses were buffeted by the strong wave of sexual arousal
that the memory provoked in Vash.  Taking a deep breath to center
herself, she quipped, "Whoa Nellie, that must have been some kiss."

Looking over at her, Vash saw the Betazoid's reaction. "I'm sorry,
Deanna.  I didn't mean to project . . ."

Deanna shook her head, "My fault.  I was being too nosy and lowered my
guard."

"You? Nosy?  Never."  Beverly teased Deanna.

"Oh this is ridiculous!  One kiss and I'm all hot and bothered." Vash
chuckled as she sat up in her chair.  Humorously, she chided herself,
"I am a grown woman and a highly respected scientist.  I should not be
acting like some lovesick schoolgirl with a crush on the captain of
the parrises squares team.  Even if the legendary Jean-Luc Picard has
suddenly deemed me suitable for his attentions.  And, I don't care if
he commands the flagship or a whole fleet!"

"This probably isn't a good time to point out that when it's
necessary, he is the one they give command of a fleet to." Deanna
giggled.

"Oh my." Vash sighed.

"All of which was quite inconsequential as Jean-Luc scoured the sector
looking for you this morning, Vash."  Beverly observed with a
mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Legend or not, the man is clearly
pursuing you."

"You're holding the royal straight flush." Deanna added in agreement
with Beverly.

Vash gave a small conspiratorial smile, "But ladies,  No matter how
handsome . . ."

"Chivalrous," Beverly added.

"Charming," Deanna tacked on.

"Powerful," Vash joined in.

"Sexy," Beverly offered.

"Virile," Deanna volunteered this time.

"And all around incredible my suitor might be, I cannot allow myself
to be swept off my feet so easily." Vash vowed.

Beverly agreed, "Absolutely.  Remember, starship captains are like
children, they want everything right now and they want it their way.
You should make him work . . . for . . it."  The Doctor's voice
trailed off  with an audible gasp as she stared past Vash to the
coffee table in the living room space of the quarters.

Both Deanna and Vash followed Beverly's gaze.  All three women watched
with astonishment as a crystal vase filled with an opulent bouquet of
long-stem red roses wrapped in a lush red velvet ribbon with an
elaborate bow materialized on the coffeetable.  Nestled in the velvet
bow was a card with Vash's name on it.  Beverly got up and walked over
to the flowers.  Too stunned to move, Vash gasped, "There must be over
three dozen roses there."

"Over four dozen.  There are fifty to be precise."  Beverly corrected
her as she finished examining the flowers.  Retrieving the card, she
walked over and handed it to Vash.  "They're not replicated either.
They're the real thing, from the ship's hydroponics lab."

Dreamily, Vash read the card aloud, "Tout a` vous, cher mademoiselle.
J.L."

"How about a translation for those of us who would rather not let the
captain know we can't speak his native French?"  Deanna requested.

As Deanna's voice pulled her from her reverie, Vash answered, "In
English: At your service, dear lady."

"And this isn't sweeping you off your feet at all."  Deanna prompted
impishly.

Vash buried her head in her hands slightly overwhelmed.  Peering
through her fingers, she muttered, "Chocolate, I need chocolate."

"What kind?"  Beverly gestured to the table.

"Any of it.  All of it."  Vash replied.  Taking a piece of fudge, she
asked, "How did he know we were here?"

Deanna had an idea about that.  "Computer, locate Commander Riker."

"Commander Riker is in the Captain's Ready Room."  The computer
responded.

"That rat!" Beverly hissed teasingly as she took another brownie.
Turning to Deanna, she added, "You will see to his punishment."

"It will be my pleasure."  Deanna quipped.

"Look at it this way Vash, this is certain to be very rewarding, not
to mention highly entertaining, until he catches you." Beverly smiled,
turning back to Vash.  Pausing a moment, she asked, "You are going to
let him catch you . . . aren't you?"

"Counselor, Doctor, " Vash's eyes sparkled impishly as she motioned
with a finger for both women to come closer. As they leaned in she
whispered conspiratorially, "Jean-Luc had me with the words 'Welcome
aboard.'   The question is how long can I keep him from learning
that."

Deanna matched her tone, "For pity's sake, don't tell Will."

All three women leaned back in their chairs giggling.  Finally sitting
up straight, Vash said, "Okay that's enough about Mon Capitaine. Doc,
I know on the Enterprise D you ran the ship's theater group.  Do you
still do that?"

"Yes." Beverly's eyes lit up as she asked excitedly, "Are you
interested?"

"I've been known to take to the stage from time to time."  Vash nodded
with a smile.

"Oh Vash, you just made her day."  Deanna chuckled knowingly. Beverly
was always trying to persuade her friends to perform in her
productions.  Now, she seemed to have a willing victim.

---

Shortly before seven that evening, Vash checked her reflection in the
full-length, bedroom mirror for the umpteenth time.  She had found a
pattern for the ideal outfit in the computer, a blue-grey sweaterdress
made of soft angora wool with a modestly, scooped neckline and a
hemline that hit her just above the knee.  The computer had replicated
the dress to follow her measurements exactly.  Measurements, she noted
with satisfaction, that had not changed so much as a millimeter since
she had first met Jean-Luc on Risa.  Sheer silk stockings and
blue-grey, high-heeled pumps completed her outfit. Deciding her hair
and make-up were about as perfect as they were going to get, Vash
dabbed a small amount of her favorite perfume behind each ear and
headed out into the living room.

Vash walked over to the lavish bouquet of roses sitting on her coffee
table and smiled softly as she gently stroked one of them. Looking up
when she heard the doorchime, she called out, "Come."

"Hello, Vash."  Picard greeted her as he stepped into the quarters.
The captain's eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw Vash
standing there looking exactly like her counterpart in the very same
dress.  Her silky, brunette hair fell gracefully to her shoulders
framing her lovely features and her blue eyes sparkled as she graced
him with her charming smile.  Of course, this wasn't an alternate
universe and this woman wasn't married to another Picard.  This was
his Vash or at least he hoped she would be soon.  He allowed his
appreciative gaze travel over the dress as it clung to the perfect
curves of her feminine silhouette and then down her long, shapely
legs.  Returning her smile, he quoted, "I arise from dreams of thee --
In the first sweet sleep of night,"

"When the winds are breathing low, -- And the stars are shining
bright."  Vash finished quietly, flushing slightly at the intensity of
his gaze and the warm timber of his voice.  Dressed in the latest
version of Starfleet's uniform, mostly black with grey shoulders and a
burgundy tunic underneath, Jean-Luc looked every inch the legendary
hero. Demurely averting her eyes, she idly toyed with the roses.
"Indian Serenade by Percy Bysshe Shelley.  I'm flattered."

"I can't stop thinking about you, Vash." Picard admitted as he crossed
the room to stand in front of her.  He tenderly cupped her chin in his
hand and drew her gaze up to his.  He stared down at her lovely face
for a long moment, his eyes lingering on her full, inviting lips. He
lowered his face until his lips were just a hairsbreadth from hers. In
a rich, bedroom baritone, he whispered, "Your lovely smile, the
sparkle in your eyes, the delicate scent of your perfume, the sweet
taste of your kiss . . ."

As his voice trailed off, Jean-Luc claimed Vash's lips with his in an
impassioned kiss.  Her lips trembled slightly as his tongue plunged
past them, claiming everything in its path.  His hand moved to the
back of her head, entangling in her hair and pushing her mouth closer
to his and deepening the kiss.  As her tongue responded, challenging
and stroking his within the moist warmth of her mouth, Vash's arms
slipped around his neck.  Jean-Luc had one powerful arm wrapped
tightly around her waist, holding her as her body melted against his.
She abandoned herself to the strength of his arms and the clean,
masculine scent of his aftershave.

Picard fought to keep a tight rein on his own desires as Vash's supple
curves moved against him as she responded to his kiss.  He reluctantly
broke the kiss, placing several tentative kisses on her
passion-swollen lips before pulling back.

Vash's eyes fluttered open to gaze up at Jean-Luc. Trying to catch her
breath, she gripped the hard bulge of his upper arms for balance.
Just like with the earlier kiss that day, her heart was pounding, she
was flushed and her knees felt as if they were about to buckle under
her.  She swallowed as she tried to regain her composure. Her voice
was still slightly breathless as she spoke, "Jean-Luc, you have me at
a disadvantage.  With the exception of the occasional communiqué, we
haven't seen each other in ages. Then without warning, like some
interstellar knight in shining armor you ride in on this tritanium
charger of yours, sweeping me up and carrying me off.  And I still
have no clue what's really going on."

Picard chuckled softly at her flamboyant, albeit fairly accurate,
portrayal of recent events.  He was reasonably certain that she would
require of him a more detailed explanation than a simple 'I've decided
I want you.'  Which he knew Vash had figured out herself. Releasing
his hold on her, he stepped back.  His voice was charmingly wry as he
replied, "I promise to explain everything over dinner.  But first, I
believe I owe you a Captain's tour of the Enterprise.  Since she has
twenty-four decks and is almost seven hundred meters long, we have
quite a bit of ground to cover before dinner."

As Jean-Luc led her out of the cabin, Vash teased, "And that should
give you just enough time to come up with your explanation."

---

"Our first stop, deck sixteen and main engineering."  Picard informed
Vash as they exited the turbolift.  He guided to her down the corridor
to the tall, double doors marked 'Main Engineering.'  As they
approached, the doors slid open and they stepped through.

Like always, main engineering was bustling with activity. Members of
LaForge's staff worked around the clock to keep the flagship's massive
warpcore and other ship-systems running at top efficiency.  A
lieutenant working near the entrance looked up to see the captain and
Vash enter.

"Captain on deck!" The young man called out and snapped to attention
as did every officer throughout engineering.

Vash watched with awe the swift, almost domino-like effect, of each
officer taking on a formal military stance.  Whistling softly, she
said sotto voce to Jean-Luc, "Do you have that effect on everyone?"

"An old military tradition stemming from Starfleet's naval roots."
Picard explained quietly.  He was slightly amused to realize that Vash
truly didn't think of him as the captain of the flagship.  To her he
was plain, old, Jean-Luc.  Raising one hand slightly, he said in his
normal command tone, "Everyone, as you were."

With that, the engineering staff returned to work.  Picard and Vash
only made it two more steps before Vash stopped in her tracks.  Her
eyes went wide at the sight of the ship's colossal warpcore towering
to a height several decks above them.

"Oh my!" Vash gasped under her breath.  Regaining her composure, she
turned to Jean-Luc and added wryly, "Starfleet certainly does give you
the most wonderful toys."

Before Picard could answer, a friendly male voice chuckled, "Yes, they
do."

"Mr. LaForge," Picard greeted his chief engineer as he approached.
The captain gestured to his companion, "I believe you've met
Archaeology Councilmember Vash."

With a smile, La Forge took Vash's offered hand, "Welcome aboard,
Councilmember."

"Thank you, Commander."  She returning the smile as they shook hands.
"But please call me Vash."

"Geordi." LaForge replied in kind.  Turning to Picard, he said,
"Captain, when you have a minute, I have an idea that should improve
the warp drive efficiency by as much as five percent over the specs.
But I want to run the changes by you first."

Before Picard could respond,  Vash spoke up, "Go ahead, Jean-Luc.  I
don't mind waiting."

"This should only take a few minutes."  Picard assured her.

"If you like I can have one of my engineers show you around?" Geordi
offered.

"I'd like that.  Thank you." Vash nodded.

After introducing Vash to Robin Lefler and leaving the young
lieutenant to conduct the tour of engineering,  Picard and LaForge
went into the chief engineer's office.  Picard carefully studied the
changes Geordi was proposing.  It was rare for a chief engineer, even
Geordi, to ask before tinkering with the ship's engines.

"Maybe I should've just called her Madame Picard."  Geordi chuckled to
himself as he gazed out his office window at Vash smiling and chatting
with several of his staff.

Hearing Geordi, Picard looked up and groaned,  "Did Mr. Data hold a
staff-meeting?"

"No sir, I was guessing.  My counterpart let it slip that there was a
Mrs. Picard." Geordi smiled.  "But, it was her, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Geordi.  It was."  Picard replied genially.  "However in this
universe, Vash has so far only agreed to dinner.  Any other
speculating is jumping the gun, just a bit."

Geordi gestured out the window, "She's been on board less than twelve
hours and she's already holding court out there.  Look, she's even
managed to put Reg Barclay at ease."

Picard looked to see Vash attentively studying readouts at one station
while the normally nervous Barclay seemed completely at ease as he
smiled and answered her questions.  He chuckled, "She could charm a
snake out of his skin."

"Or a Ferengi out of his profits." LaForge offered.

"That I've actually seen her do." Picard quipped with a smile.

"You know when you reach the bridge, you're probably going to have to
let her sit in the command chair, sir."  LaForge warned
conspiratorially.  Seeing the captain's quizzical expression, he
added, "After all, Commander Riker let her sit in 'the chair.'"

"Noted." Picard replied good-naturedly.  "By the way, proceed with the
changes to the warpdrive and keep me advised of your progress."

"Aye, sir."

---

For their last stop on the tour, Picard had arranged a romantic dinner
for two in a small observation lounge not far from the main bridge.
He gallantly held her chair as she sat down to a dazzling display.
The table was set with delicate, fine china and crystal wine goblets.
A bottle of his family's finest vintage was chilling in a sterling
silver ice bucket.  A glimmering, lit silver candelabra surrounded by
a dozen red roses made a romantic centerpiece for the scene.

"Dinner was wonderful, Jean-Luc.  And, the crepes suzette was divine."
Vash praised after finishing the last bite of her dessert.

"I'll be sure to tell the chef you enjoyed it." Picard replied,
pleased.  He gently teased her,  "I chose the crepes because I thought
you probably exhausted your appetite for chocolate this afternoon in
your, um, 'meeting' with Dr. Crusher and Counselor Troi."

With a smile, Vash picked up her wine goblet.  Sipping her wine, she
gazed out through the lounge's large bay windows at the starlight.
With a satisfied sigh, she confided, "A gourmet meal, fine French
wine, starlight and roses; a girl could get used to this."

"A woman as beautiful as you, should be used to this." Picard said
softly as he admired the lovely brunette sitting across the table from
him.  He caught sight of the warm blush that highlighted her delicate
features as she demurely averted her eyes.  Changing the subject, he
asked, "So, what do you think of the Enterprise E?"

"She's magnificent.  I know she's larger than the Enterprise D and
seems just as luxurious.  But, she does seem to have a more military
edge to her."  Vash responded as she set down her wine glass.

Picard nodded, "A result of the war with the Dominion and . . . the
Borg."

Hearing the heaviness in his words, especially the last two, Vash
reached across the table tenderly laying her hand across his.  He had
finally defeated the Borg, but at a very high price.  Some of the
torture he had suffered at the hands of the Borg had become public
knowledge.

"Chere,"  He murmured gratefully, seeing the concern in her eyes.   He
brought her small hand up brushing a gentle kiss across the back of
it.

Deciding to lift the mood, Vash squeezed his hand slightly and gave
him a mischievous smile.  "Well, I'm sure the sight of this baby
bearing down is enough to put the fear of God back into any uppity
Romulan."

"I must admit the sight does tend to cause hostile forces to
reconsider the wisdom of an aggressive act."  He remarked dryly.

Vash released Jean-Luc's hand and picked up her wineglass to take
another sip.  Regarding him meaningfully, she teased, "So, have you
decided on your wonderful explanation for why I'm here or should I
continue with the small talk?"

"I . . .uh . . . I suppose I do owe you an explanation."  Picard began
as he tugged at the bottom of his uniform jacket.  Vash set down her
goblet and crossed her arms over her chest.  Leaning back in her
chair, she gazed at him expectantly.  He asked, "Are you familiar with
the theory of the 'Sum over histories?'"

Vash nodded, "Everything that could happen does happen in different
quantum realities."

"Precisely.  Several days ago the Enterprise was sent to close a
quantum fissure, which can act as a keyhole between quantum realities.
When we arrived we did indeed find a tear between our reality and one
other.  On the other side of the tear was the Enterprise from that
reality.  Fortunately, that quantum reality was very similar to this
one and we were able to work together to close the fissure.  Of
course, we were very fortunate that there was only one other reality.
It might have been much more difficult had there been multiple
realities to deal with."  Picard rambled uncharacteristically.

"Jean-Luc, does this train of thought have a caboose?" Vash inquired
solicitously.

"Getting right to the point, while working with him, I noticed slight
differences between my counterpart and myself.  My counterpart was
particularly relaxed, contented, and happier than I've ever been."
Picard explained.  His voice turned almost wistful, "Differences that
were due solely to a wonderful marriage and a very lovely wife."

"So, who was the lucky lady?" Vash prompted as her eyes met his. He
graced her with one of his barely there smiles, tender affection
filling his grey eyes.  As she finally put the pieces together, her
breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat.  Taken
completely off guard, she stood up and walked over to the window.
Gazing out at the stars, she quietly confided, "Leaving with Q was a
much worse mistake than I realized."

"The relationship didn't become serious until after my counterpart
took command of that Enterprise E."  Picard corrected as he made his
way over to stand behind her.  Somewhat sheepishly, he continued,
"When your counterpart was brought onboard to head up that ship's
archaeology department."

"I'm flattered.  It's not like you to so blatantly exercise R.H.I.P."
Vash voiced her surprise at realizing Jean-Luc had set out to
purposely create the same conditions in this quantum reality.  She
glanced up at him from the corner of her eye.  At his questioning
expression, she elaborated, "Rank Hath Its Privileges."

"I'm not above pulling rank if I feel something is important. Back on
Risa you once said we would make a wonderful team.  You were right.  I
knew it when I saw how much in love my counterpart and his wife were.
They looked at each other in a way I envied.  I wanted the chance to
find that kind of happiness. . . with you."  Picard's rich baritone
emphasized his impassioned appeal.

The realization of just how serious Jean-Luc was about her had sent
Vash reeling.  He wanted to pursue something long-term, even permanent
with her.  Turning around to face him, she reached up with one hand to
gently trail her fingertips over the strong, square lines of his jaw.
"Jean-Luc, I adore you.  Still, are you sure this is a realistic goal
you've set yourself.  I mean, there are reasons, many reasons, why
Professor Clarktown calls me the Council's problem child.  I'm
impulsive, insubordinate, undisciplined, unruly, reckless and rash.
My methods are considered somewhat unorthodox, to put it mildly.  And,
I don't follow orders."

"You're also intelligent, earning yourself a reputation as a brilliant
scientist, resourceful, vivacious, and unbelievably attractive."
Picard stated candidly, enjoying the feel of her fingertips brushing
over his jaw.  Again, he noticed how she blushed slightly at his
praise.

"Have you considered the possibility that my counterpart may have been
slightly more domesticated than myself ?"  She asked as her hand fell
to rest on his broad shoulder.

He chuckled, "From what I was told, after the battle with the Borg,
when they tried to assimilate the Enterprise, your counterpart managed
to save herself, her staff and the rest of the civilian scientists
onboard.  She hot wired and stole the Captain's yacht, flying all of
the civilians to the dark side of the moon to hide."

"All right, that does sound a lot like something I would do." She
conceded with a small smile, before adding, "But that doesn't exactly
sound like a proper captain's wife."

"Someone recently described a captain's wife as being the friendly,
approachable face of command in social situations.  During your tour
this evening, I noticed how effortlessly you filled that role."  He
noted, his voice filled with admiration.

"I believe you once said I was out of my mind for planning a trip to
Sarthong V.   That trip was nothing compared to some of the places I
went right after I finished my graduate degrees."  Vash countered.

"I would be the last person to comment on anyone's impetuous youth."
Picard's expression became slightly self-deprecating.  Seeing the
confusion in her face, he explained in a good-natured tone, "Just days
after graduating from the Academy at the top of my class, I started a
barroom brawl with three rather large Nausicaans over a rigged dom-jot
game.  One of them stabbed me in the back with a rather nasty looking
knife.  And ever since the tender age of twenty-one, I've been the
proud owner of an artificial heart.  Top that one, petite amie."

Completely stunned, Vash glanced down as she brushed her fingers over
his chest where his heart should be.  Returning her hand to rest again
on his shoulder, Vash pursed her lips before quietly admitting, "I
can't."

"I didn't think so." He chuckled softly as his eyes drank in the sight
of her lovely face with her blue eyes, fine cheek bones and full,
rose-petal lips.

For a long moment, Vash was held by Jean-Luc's gaze, his handsome,
chiseled features framing those intense grey eyes.  She felt her
breath catch in her throat from the sexual charge that passed between
them.  There was a slight tremor in her voice as she searched his face
for reassurance, "Jean-Luc, for the last time, are you sure this is
what you want?"

"Oui, chere mademoiselle.  With all my heart." Picard pledged in a
deep, resonating whisper.  Spanning her small waist with his hands,
his lips sought hers in an effort to express his feelings when words
failed.  The subtle, provocative scent of her perfume along with the
feel of the soft angora of her dress beneath his fingertips stirred
his senses.  His tongue slipped out to trace her luscious, full lips,
moistening them erotically.  His questing tongue coaxed her lips apart
and snaked in to caress the warm moist cavity. Wrapping his arms
around her, he pulled her delicate frame tightly against him.

Vash felt as if every bone in her body had melted.  Her breasts
pressed up against the hard expanse of his chest, her hardened nipples
grazed solid muscle sending streaks of desire through her.  Her body
felt like it was made just for this man and the pleasure he could
bring her.  A heated surge of arousal rushed through her body.  She
wanted more and deepened the kiss, nudging her tongue past his in her
own erotic search of his mouth.  As her arms came up to encircle his
neck, she lost herself in the strength of his arms and his clean,
masculine scent.

Picard slid his mouth from hers, moving to explore the soft skin of
her neck.  As he nuzzled the skin under her earlobe, he murmured, "May
I?"

The timbre of his bedroom baritone reverberated against the tender
skin of her neck.  The sensation sent shivers of desire racing along
her spine.  Vash's head rolled back as she sighed, "Yes."

"Is that yes to my question or to this?"  He rasped, taking advantage
of her bared throat to trail heated kisses over the sensitive area.

"Anything, everything."  Vash responded breathlessly.

Picard needed to hear something more.  He pulled back slightly and
tilted her head up to meet his gaze.  "May I court you, mademoiselle?
May I put all your concerns to rest and show you how good we can be
together, forever?"

Vash bit her swollen lips and met his steel-grey gaze.  She nodded
wordlessly, not trusting herself to answer aloud.

Elated by her response, Picard slid one arm up to entangle his hand in
the silky hair at the back of her head.  Once again, his mouth found
hers for a long, deep kiss.  He fought to keep his burgeoning passions
in check as she instinctively molded the supple curves of her body
against the hard length of his.  Reluctantly, he broke of the kiss,
placing several tentative kisses on her lush lips.  He pulled back
slightly, his hands gently resting on her hips.  As Vash's eyes
fluttered open to gaze up at him, Picard smiled.  He teased, "I have
it on very good authority that I will make a wonderful husband."

Vash's hands moved to the charcoal-grey shoulders of his uniform.
Captivated by the breadth of his broad shoulders under her tiny hands,
she bantered back,  "That authority being?"

"You . . . well . . .your counterpart actually." He admitted, his tone
charmingly wry.

Letting one hand slide down, her fingers traced leisurely circles
around the rank pips on his burgundy uniform tunic. Vash coyly looked
up at him through her lashes. "Jean-Luc, I have a feeling that you and
I have been set up."

"By whom, chere?" Picard asked, sounding slightly confused.  The
impish sparkle in her blue eyes along with the feel of her graceful
fingers playing with the rank pips on his collar was driving him to
distraction.

"By you and I."

---

Nearly six weeks later, Vash finished placing a various assortment of
chocolate concoctions on the dining table of her quarters. She turned
to the dining chair next to her, sitting in it was a large, stuffed
teddybear with a huge red bow around his neck.  Picking up the
teddybear and taking him over to the couch, she laughed as she set him
down, "Sorry, J.B., but you're going to have to move over here for
now."

The door chime rang announcing the arrival of her cohorts for the
weekly afternoon chocolate fest.  Vash called, "Come in."

Beverly and Deanna walked in and the three friends sat down to a
banquet of  intergalactic chocolate treats.  Getting right to the
important stuff, Beverly picked up a fudge brownie and asked, "So how
was date night?"

"Yeah, what did he come up with this time?"  Deanna chimed in around a
bite of chocolate.  Between starbases, Picard had been entertaining
Vash with different holodeck programs.

"It was delightful."  Vash told Beverly.  Glancing at Deanna, she
added, "And you'll never guess."

"Dinner on the Orient Express, club hopping along Bourbon Street in
New Orleans, or a walk down the Champs Elysees."  Deanna tossed out
several ideas.

"No."  Vash shook her head.

"A tour of his favorite hot spots on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet."
Beverly teased with a wicked smile.

"No, but that would have definitely been informative."  Vash chuckled.

"I can't even imagine the captain on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet."
Deanna remarked taking a bonbon.

"I can."  Vash and Beverly said in unison.

"Seashore picnic on Pacifica."  Deanna tried again.

"No."  Vash answered.

"Well?" Beverly asked expectantly.

Deanna was more to the point.  "Tell us."

"Coney Island."  Vash replied as she took a piece of fudge.

"The amusement park?"  Beverly questioned, sounding slightly
surprised.

Vash nodded, "At the height of it's popularity during the early
twentieth century."

"That sounds fairly whimsical for someone like the captain." Deanna
noted, before taking another bite of chocolate.

"I'll admit it was pure, unadulterated fun."  Vash told them.
"Jean-Luc started the program with it just past dusk on a summer
evening.  We feasted on coneys, fresh lemonade and salt-water taffy.
We walked along the midway under all the lights, had our fortunes told
and Jean-Luc won me a teddybear, which he had the computer replicate.
He halted the program while we were on the Ferris wheel.  We spent at
least a half an hour at the top of the Ferris wheel necking like a
couple of teenagers."

"Is your new friend over there the teddybear in question?" Deanna
indicated to the teddybear on the couch.

"That's J.B."  Vash nodded.

"J.B.?" Deanna asked.

"I named him Johnny Bear, J.B. for short."  Vash said with an impish
smile.

"Johnny's missing something."  Beverly chuckled, as she got up and
headed over to the replicator.  Blocking their view she added, "Now,
no peeking."

Deanna and Vash busied themselves with different types of chocolate as
Beverly made her way over to the couch and sat down with the
teddybear.  Both women burst out laughing when Beverly held up the
teddybear, red bow gone and now dressed in a Starfleet uniform.  With
a huge grin, Vash approved whole heartedly, "That's perfect, Beverly."

"So, after the Ferris wheel . . ."  Beverly prompted setting the
teddybear back on the couch and heading over to sit back down at the
table.  It sounded to her like Vash's story had stopped just before
the good part.

"After the Ferris Wheel, he walked me home, kissed me goodnight at my
door, and I went to bed . . . alone."  Vash finished.

"Well, damn."  Beverly sighed, feigning disappointment

"So sorry to bore you, Doc." Vash quipped.  Tilting her head back, she
sprayed whipped cream into her mouth.  Swallowing, she continued,
"Jean-Luc was up front from the beginning about just how serious he
was about us.  So, we both agreed to take things a little slower this
time. He wanted to take the time to convince me just how good we could
be together.  I'm convinced.  He's right.  We do belong together.
And, I thoroughly enjoy being wooed and courted.  Still, it's been six
weeks and it's like he's set up camp on second base!  I can tell he's
thinking hard about stealing third or home, but he always stops
himself at second."

"And as much as you enjoy the courting, a small part of you would like
to push him to the deck and rip off his uniform."  Deanna teased.  She
and Will had been having a lot of fun watching the sexual tension
build on both sides as these two circled each other.

"Well . . .close, but not quite."  Vash hedged.  She had to admit the
thought had crossed her mind but it wasn't exactly what she wanted.

Watching Vash's face, Beverly had an idea about what the younger woman
wanted.  Amused, she offered, "Perhaps, you'd rather have him rip your
clothes off, throw you both to the deck and take you in an outburst of
unbridled lust."

"Now, that works for me!"  Vash squealed as her eyes lit up at the
thought.  All three of them collapsed in giggles.  Calming down, she
added with a sigh, "This time it has to be his move.  It just seems
like he's waiting for some sign from me but I'll be damned if I know
what. And there's always been this intense sexual chemistry between
us."

"I know.  I've sensed it."  Deanna smiled sympathetically.

"Well, the frustration is driving me up a wall." Vash confided,
picking at a brownie.

"Trust me.  Eventually, he will make his move.  In the mean time,
there are toys you can replicate to help you with that frustration."
Beverly quipped mischievously.

"Such an oh-so helpful suggestion from the doctor." Vash giggled,
playfully throwing the brownie at Crusher.

"If you can arrange for him to walk in as you're using one of those
toys and screaming his name; I guarantee you he'll forget all about
that sign he was waiting for."  Beverly laughed as she tossed the
brownie back at Vash.

Snatching the brownie, Deanna chided both of them, "Both of you: stop
that!  Chocolate is a terrible thing to waste."

---

Later that week, Vash, Picard, Data, Geordi, Beverly, Deanna and Will
were all gathered in the first officer's quarters for the senior
officer's poker game.  The Enterprise had just left Starbase 515,
where Vash, Deanna and Beverly had spent the better part of the day on
another one of their marathon shopping sprees.  Riker contemplated the
mountain of shopping bags and packages piled on his couch wondering
how many of them belonged to Deanna.  His eyes still on the heap of
purchases, he commented dryly, "Ladies, the Enterprise wasn't meant to
be a personal coach to ferry you from planet to planet as you go mall
hopping through the galaxy."

"Now that, Imzadi," Deanna replied sitting down next to him, "depends
on who you ask."

"And how you ask."  Vash quipped with an arched eyebrow as she set
down a cup of Earl Grey in front of Jean-Luc and gracefully slipped
into the chair next to his.

"Here's an interesting thought, ladies." Beverly offered, taking her
seat.  "If we could go to any single planet to shop, which one would
it be?"

The women contemplated for a moment before all three answered in
unison.  "Earth."

"London, Milan, Paris . . ." Deanna began.

"New York's Fifth Avenue, Los Angeles' Rodeo Drive . . ." Beverly
continued.

"Actually, my favorite spot is that 'Magnificent Mile,' Michigan
Avenue in downtown Chicago."  Vash smiled impishly.  "Where else can
you shop till you drop at places like Tiffany's, Car tier, Sak's,
Marshall Fields and then walk a few blocks to get an original
Chicago-style, deep-dish pizza."

"High-powered shopping with an attitude." Beverly laughed.

"Nothing like it." Vash quipped.

---

Looking from Picard to Riker, Geordi joked, "Wasn't there a time when
men played poker in cigar-smoke filled rooms while drinking whiskey?"

"I doubt that would be much of a deterrent to the three ladies seated
here." Picard deadpanned.  With a slightly raised eyebrow, he added,
"Although, as I understand it, the counselor's preferred poison is
tequila."

"I was simply following orders to find Dr. Cochrane and the man
wouldn't even talk to me unless I had a drink with him."  Deanna said
with an indignant toss of her hair.  She turned to look at Will, who
was doing his best to suppress a grin. "Don't you ever edit your
reports?"

"Don't take it personally, girls."  Vash picked up the deck of cards
in front of her and began shuffling them with the style of a Las Vegas
blackjack dealer.  "The boys are just upset because they lost their
collective shirts to us last week."

Glancing over his shoulder at the collection of packages on the couch,
Picard retorted, "And still you felt the need to buy more."

"But we didn't have anything to go with it, Jean-Luc.  We had to
accessorize."  Vash replied sweetly with a smile.  Beginning to deal
the cards, she called, "The game is five card stud, nothing wild."

Two hours later, the group took a break between hands to stretch their
legs.  Vash offered to help Deanna with replicating snacks for
everyone.  Both women were dressed in fitted denim jeans paired with
smartly tailored blouses, Vash's was white and Deanna's was mauve.
Standing off by himself, Picard allowed his eyes to discreetly sweep
over Vash.  He noticed the teasing way her jeans followed every curve
of her shapely figure and muttered to himself, "Denim should be
outlawed."

While admiring Deanna from a similar angle, Riker stepped up next to
the captain.  Overhearing Picard, he retorted quietly, "Do and I'll
mutiny."

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Picard replied, "We should be ashamed
of ourselves, ogling them like this."

"Oh we're not ogling - cadets ogle."  Riker corrected with a lopsided
grin.  "We are simply appreciating the natural beauty of the female
form."

Picard looked at his first officer out of corner of his eye and
deadpanned, "Number One, I've worked with you for over a decade and I
still have no idea how you come up with this stuff."

Riker spread his arms and shrugged humbly, "It's a gift."

As the group returned to their seats, Beverly glanced over at Vash,
"Well, do I have my Nellie Forbush?"

"Yes, Doc.  I'll play her."  Vash chuckled.  "But, you do realize this
will add a humorous undercurrent that Rogers and Hammerstein never
intended."

"I'm counting on it."  Beverly grinned back impishly.

"I'm afraid I'm missing something.  What humorous undercurrent?"
Picard asked, slightly wary.  He knew both women well enough to be
alarmed by their mischievous tones.

Vash raised an eyebrow at him, "Jean-Luc, think about the plot of
South Pacific."

"A naval battle in the Pacific theatre during World War II, I'm still
not seeing a connection." Picard picked up his tea to take a drink.

"The main story is a romance between a young nurse, Nellie Forbush,
and a plantation owner."  Beverly began.

Vash jumped from her chair to pace the room with her hands clasped to
her chest and, in a somewhat melodramatic fashion, "And, we have a lot
of fighter pilots over in the ward.  And they keep talking about a
Frenchman, the Frenchman said this and the Frenchman said that. And, I
was just wondering if the Frenchman they're talking about could be . .
."  At this point, Vash paused and, for effect, leveled her gaze at
Jean-Luc.  "My Frenchman."

Between giggles, Deanna and Beverly applauded the performance. Geordi
and Riker were barely able to suppress their own chuckles at the sight
of the captain rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Data blinked as he accessed the appropriate files, "Processing, South
Pacific:  the story of a romance between a young nurse and an older
Frenchman who owns a plantation on the island.  The humorous irony of
Vash playing the lead female role given her current personal
situation.  Quite amusing, Doctor."

Sitting back down in her seat, Vash teased Jean-Luc, "It's sad when
Data gets the joke before you do."

Before the captain could defend himself, Deanna piped up, "Bev, next
maybe you can talk her into playing Guinevere in Camelot.  'Then You
May Take Me To The Fair' would be a riot."

In a voice that rivaled Julie Andrews, Vash sung, "And I'm convinced
that splendid Frenchman could easily conquer one and all.  And besting
all our local henchmen, he should sit beside me at the ball."

With a small groan, Picard lamented, "Ladies, I'm sure there has been
a play or musical written somewhere in the galaxy that does not have a
Frenchman in it."

"We could always do The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas." Beverly
suggested innocently.

"No!"  Picard exclaimed as he nearly spilled his tea.

"Well, I guess that means Oh Calcutta is definitely out."  Vash
quipped.

---

Several days later, Vash and Jean-Luc had just finished a quiet,
romantic dinner for two in Vash's quarters.  As she cleared the table,
she inquired, "So, if you don't mind me asking, just what is a
'Command Conference?'"

Sitting down, Picard tugged on the bottom of his uniform jacket and
leaned back into the couch, "A four day long colossal waste of my time
that serves no purpose but to make a few Admirals and the local
potentate in question feel like they've accomplished something."

"Don't mince words, Jean-Luc."  Vash chuckled.  "How do you really
feel?"

With a sigh, he explained, "Command Conferences began during the
Dominion War as a way to help Starfleet's commanding officers stay in
direct contact with each other and, during the war, they were very
helpful in that respect.  However, since the Dominion Forces have
retreated back to the Gamma Quadrant leaving Cardassia in ruins, the
conferences have outlived their usefulness."

"But, you're going." Vash noted.

"Since Admiral Nakamura, who commands Starbase 219 and is hosting this
conference on the nearby planet of Yegara, knows that the Enterprise
has nothing pressing, I'm trapped."  Picard grumbled.  He watched as
Vash crossed the room toward him, carrying two glasses of wine.  Tiny
pearl buttons ran down the front of her soft, lavender sweater as it
followed the lush curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach to
her tiny waist.  The asymmetrical hemline of her full, lavender,
taffeta skirt accentuated her long, shapely legs.  An air of
femininity enveloped her as she walked, or more accurately sashayed,
across the room.  With a smile, he marveled, "Vash, you are the only
woman I know that looks like she's dancing when she's simply trying to
walk across a room."

"There is an explanation for that."  Vash cooed with an enigmatic
smile.  "But, you changed the subject.  We were talking about the
conference."

"I've already packed my bags and put them in the Captain's yacht for
tomorrow morning's departure because the last thing I want to think
about tonight is the conference or leaving you for the next four
days." Picard replied in a rich, gentle baritone.  Patting the cushion
next to him, he added, "Come here."

Vash placed the wineglasses down on the coffee table and sat down next
to him.  As she snuggled up against him, he wrapped one strong arm
around her waist pulling her even closer.  Resting her head back
against his shoulder, her fingers idly traced the burgundy piping on
the cuff of his jacket sleeve.  "I have to admit, it'll be a little
strange. I've never been on the Enterprise without you being onboard.
Even when we go the whole day without seeing each other, I know you're
there.  I can hear you give orders over the comm or get your location
from the computer.  I know I can always call up to the Ready Room, or
even better, sneak up to the Ready Room to talk to you."

Picard kissed the top of her head, savoring the sweet scent that
always lingered in her silky, brunette hair.  He murmured, "Does that
mean you're going to miss me?"

Vash sighed, her voice tinged mild amusement, "I love you, Jean-Luc.
Of course I'm going to miss you."

Those first three words hit Picard like a lightning bolt. Knowing his
own heart's desire, he had been holding himself back for weeks,
waiting for her to say those words.  Vash had spoken them so
naturally, so instinctively, that he wasn't sure if she even realized
she had uttered them.  Pulling back, he turned to sit facing her.  His
heart pounded in his chest and his voice was barely audible.  "Say
that again."

"I'm going to miss you."  She replied softly as she raised her face to
his.

Picard shook his head, "No, before that."

Vash had never felt about any man the way she did about Jean-Luc.  She
loved him.  Suddenly, she realized she had voiced her feelings.  She
gazed up into the handsome chiseled features framing his intense
steel-grey eyes.  Held captive by the ardent emotions emanating from
those eyes, Vash's voice quavered slightly.  "I love you, Jean-Luc."

"Je t'aime."  Picard rasped fervently, cupping her face with his
hands, his thumbs resting against the base of her chin, forcing her
head back.  His mouth descended on hers in a fiercely ravenous kiss.
His tongue plunged between her parted lips greedily laying claim to
everything in its path as he released the tight rein he had held on
his own needs.  Feeling the muscles of his body tighten and his
hardness grow with every passing moment, he nearly gave in to the urge
to take her right there on the couch.

As his mouth took command of hers, Vash's hands came up to clutch his
broad shoulders for balance.  She felt the soft cushions give way
beneath her as she laid back, Jean-Luc moving over her, covering her
body with his own.  The very masculine combination of his
clean-scented aftershave and the slight taste of fine wine in his kiss
inflamed her own increasing desires.  She could feel the entire length
of Jean-Luc's hard muscular form against her as he pressed her back
into the couch cushions.  Her body trembled from the warmth of his
large hands as they traveled down her neck and past her shoulders to
possessively cup her breasts through the soft material of her sweater.
She moaned into his kiss as his thumbs drew deliberate circles around
the hardening peaks.

"Je t' adore."  Picard murmured as he slid his mouth from hers, moving
to tenderly feast on the soft skin of her neck.

"I love you." Vash gasped mindlessly as her head rolled back baring
her throat to the onslaught of his hot, questing mouth.

"Again, ma amie."  Picard urged as his mouth reached the hollow of her
throat.  Feeling her rapid pulse against his lips, he flicked his
tongue against the pulse point even more briskly.  He delighted in the
ragged sound her breath made as she inhaled sharply.

"I love you, Jean-"  Vash echoed breathlessly, breaking off as his
passionate assault intensified, causing heated waves of arousal to
course over her entire body.

Picard found his attention riveted by the enticing way her soft
sweater rose and fell with every breath she took.  Deftly undoing all
but the bottom three pearl buttons of her sweater, he slipped his
hands inside and pushed the sweater open.  There was a low growl from
the back of his throat at the sight of her lush cleavage threatening
to overwhelm the lace and satin confines of her lavender brassiere.
He laid a fiery trail of kisses down the silken expanse of her skin to
the full curves of her breasts.  His tongue traced the swell of her
breasts before his mouth moved to claim one of the hardened nipples
through the flimsy fabric of her bra.

"Oh Jean-Luc . . . more . . . please . . . more."  Vash moaned
wantonly as streaks of fire raced throughout her body as Jean-Luc
teased her taut nipples through the thin satin.  Reeling from the
exquisite sensations flooding over her, she arched herself toward him
in a vain attempt to ease the ache building inside her.

The feel of Vash's soft supple curves writhing beneath him as she
moaned his name begging for more drove Picard's need up to an almost
unbearable level.  His mouth traveled back up over her chest and
throat to her rose-petal lips, tasting every dip and curve along the
way.  As his mouth claimed hers in a passionately demanding kiss,
their bodies began to move against each other in a tantalizing
simulation of what they both so desperately wanted.

As the hard length of Jean-Luc's body rocked against hers and his
tongue plundered the depths of her mouth, Vash felt as if she were
made of liquid flames.  She was very aware of her breasts crushed
against the muscular wall of his chest and the rough wool of his
uniform jacket rubbing against her damp, sensitive skin.  He slipped a
hand down to rest on the silk of her stocking just below her knee at
the hemline of her skirt.  Tentatively, he slid his hand up under her
skirt to stroke her silk covered thigh.  She trembled as Jean-Luc's
hand traveled up her thigh to discover the top of her stocking,
caressing the soft bare skin of her inner thigh.

Suddenly, there was piercing chirp from Picard's communicator. To her
credit, Vash was able to suppress her groan of frustration, which was
more than could be said for Picard.  As he lifted himself up onto his
elbows, the captain looked down at the beautiful woman he had pinned
to the couch beneath him.   His voice was hoarse with sexual
frustration as he raised an eyebrow and joked, "Someone better be
dead."

Picard sat up and took several deep breaths to center himself. Tapping
his communicator, his tone was professional but brisk, "Picard here."

"Admiral Haden here, Captain.  I hope I didn't get you at a bad time,
Jean-Luc."

Sitting up, Vash brushed her skirt down to a marginally respectable
position.  It was obvious from Jean-Luc's expression that he had
momentarily forgotten the admiral was onboard.  Running her fingers
through her hair, Vash watched amused as Jean-Luc rolled his eyes and
politely lied through his teeth.  "Of course not, Admiral.  What can I
do for you?"

"Admiral Nakamura has moved the opening of the conference up and we
will need to leave ASAP."  Haden replied.

"The yacht is ready for departure, sir, but the pilot . . ." Picard
began.

"Has been notified and will meet us at the yacht."  The admiral
informed him.  "You have twenty minutes, Captain.  Haden out."

"Damn."  Picard swore under his breath as he stood up and paced a
couple of steps tugging on his uniform jacket.  He felt like an
adolescent caught necking with his girlfriend on his parent's couch.
Turning around, his eyes swept over Vash seductively sprawled across
her couch with her skirt raised to mid-thigh revealing the shapely
length of her legs.  Her soft sweater was pushed open exposing her
generous cleavage only-barely contained by the dainty, lavender
brassiere.  The lush curves rose and fell as she tried to catch her
breath.  A rosy flush highlighted her ivory skin.  Her slightly
tousled dark hair framed her delicate features, passion swollen lips
and her vivid blue eyes. Giving her a small smile, he lamented in a
charmingly wry tone, "With no real crucial matters to cover at this
conference, I will most likely spend the next four days preoccupied
thinking about you."

"Will you be thinking about hearing me say I love you?"  Vash inquired
sweetly, gracefully rising from the couch and walking toward him.  His
barely there smile did nothing to hide the carnal heat still reflected
in his steel-grey eyes.  She reached up and splayed her small hands
across the hard expanse of his chest.  Slowly sliding her hands up his
chest to his broad shoulders, she savored the feel of the powerfully
corded muscles contained in his uniform. Staring directly into his
eyes and feeling deliciously brazen, she pressed herself against him,
molding the soft curves of her body to his hard lean one.  She could
feel her breasts crushed against the muscular wall of his chest and
his desire pressed against her through the fabric of his uniform
trousers.  She continued in a lascivious, bedroom voice, "Or will you
be thinking about my body writhing beneath yours as my heated whisper
rasps in your ear, 'Ohhh Jean-Luc . . . You're so hard . . . I'm so
wet and ready, aching to feel your body buried deep inside mine . . .
Ohhh please take me now!'"

"Both," Picard groaned as she pressed her hips against the
granite-like hardness of his own.  His arms encircled her waist, his
hands finding the roundness of her derriere.  Cupping the supple flesh
in his hands, he yanked her roughly against him.  He forced her supple
curves even tighter against him in a futile attempt to ease his
desperate need for her.  His mouth descended on hers in a savage kiss.
His tongue plunged past her parted lips ravaging every corner of her
mouth.  She wound her arms around to splay her hands against the back
of his head to pull him closer.  He deepened the kiss as her soft moan
of surrender drove his urgency up another notch.  Finally, he made
himself break the kiss.  Pulling back slightly, he rasped, "Chere, you
are aware there is a name for this kind of behavior."

"Fun?"  Vash gasped.  She knew he was leaving for a few days and that
she was being a merciless cock-tease.  But, she just couldn't seem to
help herself.  The very idea that she could effect him this way gave
her a heady sensation of power.  Breathlessly, she teased, "Am I
making it 'hard' for you to leave?"

He let go of her and stepped back.  Glancing down at her open sweater
and the abundant amount of cleavage exposed by the brassiere, he
bantered back, "It might be a little easier if you would put 'those'
away."

"Now, I'm not the one who got them out."  Vash quipped impishly as she
began to slowly button up the sweater.

"Noted."  He replied with a smile.  With a sigh of regret, he added,
"I do have to go."

"I know."  She answered simply.  She interlaced her fingers with his
and, hand in hand, walked him to the door.  Releasing his hand, she
reached up to brush her fingers across his cheek.  "Godspeed, my
love."

"I'll be back before you know it."  Picard told her, capturing her
lips with his in a quick, romantic kiss before he left.

After the door closed behind him, Vash sighed and leaned back against
the wall.  Noticing the couch, she though about the sight they must
have made.  With her skirt pushed up almost to her waist and his hands
inside her open sweater, they must have looked like a couple of randy
teenagers making out in the back of a shuttle.  'Now there's an idea.
I wonder if Jean-Luc has thought of that?'  She smiled to herself. 'If
he hasn't, he certainly will in the next few hours while trapped on
that shuttle.'

Feeling very pleased with herself, Vash began to clean-up and prepare
for bed.

---

Vash sat at the desk in her office sharing morning coffee with Deanna.
The last four days had seemed to drag on interminably.  She leaned
back in her chair and sighed, "I wonder if we've entered orbit around
Yegara yet?"

Deanna smiled over her own cup of coffee and teased, "That's the
fourth time in the last ten minutes you've asked.  If you're not
careful, someone's going to think you're missing the captain."

"Maybe . . . just a little." Vash coyly bantered back just as her
office door chimed.  "Come."

"Hi.  I thought you'd like to know we entered orbit around Yegara five
minutes ago."  Beverly called out walking in the room. Holding up an
envelope and small package she was carrying she continued, "And Vash,
these were beamed up for you from the surface."

"Thank you, Bev." Vash took the envelope and package.  Opening the
envelope, her eyes sparkled as she read the note inside.

"Well . . ."  Deanna prompted, sensing Vash's sudden excitement.

"It's an invitation to the Chancellor's Palace tonight for the formal
reception ending the Command Conference." Vash replied.

"It appears that a certain captain didn't want to wait a minute longer
than he absolutely had to before seeing you."  Beverly remarked
sounding amused.

Deanna winked at the doctor, "Trust me, Beverly, the feeling is very
mutual.  I was beginning to wonder if she was going to call the bridge
and ask just when they were planning on getting around to entering
orbit."

"Have I really been that bad this morning?"  Vash let her head fall to
her desk.

"So, what are you going to wear?"  Beverly asked as she got herself a
cup of coffee from the replicator.

Looking up, Vash thought for a minute. "The gown I bought when the
three of us went shopping on the last starbase."

"Nice choice."  Beverly approved completely.  "That little number is
sure to knock him on his brass."

"He's been a good captain, a very nice boss.   Please don't get him
court-martialed for ravishing you on the dance floor in front of all
those stodgy, old admirals."  Deanna lamented playfully.

"Killjoy."  Vash retorted.

Impatience was getting the best of Beverly as she pulled up a chair.
"Would you just open the gift, already?"

Unwrapping the package, Vash's heart skipped a beat and her breath
caught in her throat as she recognized the markings on the long,
velvet jewelry box.  She murmured, "This is from Yegara's premier
jeweler."

"Our captain has taste." Deanna noted as Vash opened the box.

"Very expensive taste."  Vash breathed in awe at the sight of the
beautiful heart-shaped locket.  Set with a half-carat diamond in the
center, the elegant locket and its chain were crafted from the finest
gold-pressed latinum.  Her hands shook as she lifted the piece from
the box for a closer look.  So mesmerized by the gift, Vash wasn't
even aware of her friends' ooh's and ahh's of appreciation.  She
stammered, "It's so unbelievably beautiful.  Somehow, he always
manages to amaze me."

"It's breathtaking."  Deanna gushed.  Turning to Beverly, she added,
"This was a four day conference.  Can you imagine what he'll send her
the first time he's sent off ship on an actual mission?"

"The Earth, moon, and stars." The Doctor quipped.  "Vash, there's an
inscription on the back."

Vash turned the locket over.  Her eyes welled up with tears and there
was a tremor in her voice as she read the inscription, "Je t' aime,
J.L."

"Even I love you sounds better in French."  Beverly sighed. Setting
down her coffee, she urged, "Put it on and see how it looks."

"This is so silly, but I can't seem to stop shaking." Vash admitted,
overwhelmed by her feelings.  Standing up, her fingers fumbled with
the clasp.

"Here, let me help."  Beverly offered, as she moved to stand behind
Vash.

"I do love him, Bev."  Vash admitted softly as she handed the necklace
to her.

"I know."  The doctor assured her as she fastened the necklace around
Vash's neck.  "It's obvious.  The way you two look at each other
reminds me . . .reminds me of Jack and myself years ago."

"Beverly . . ."  Vash heard the slight catch in the doctor's voice and
turned around to face her.

"It's all right."  Beverly interrupted.  Wiping a stray tear from the
younger woman's cheek, she continued, "Just promise me that you'll
hang onto him tightly.  That kind of love happens only once in a
lifetime."

Before Vash could respond, her office door chimed.  She called out,
"Come."

"Hello, ladies." Will Riker said as he stuck his head in the door.
"Deanna, Beverly, we have a staff meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Of course, Will."  Deanna replied standing.

"Am I interrupting something?" Riker asked Deanna.

"No Imzadi.  Captain Picard is just once again demonstrating how to
separate the men from the boys."  Deanna teased, patting Riker on the
shoulder.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm badly represented in that remark?"
Riker joked as Deanna and Beverly began to steer him out of Vash's
lab.

"Hey Doc."  Vash called.  When Beverly turned back around at the door,
Vash told her, "I promise."

"Good girl.  Now, take the rest of the day off.  Doctor's orders."
Beverly smiled mischievously.  "As soon as the staff meeting's over,
Dee and I will meet you in your quarters.  Cinderella, it's time to
get ready for the ball."

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

A native stone that resembled pink marble made up the high gloss
floor, ceiling, walls and spiraling columns of the enormous reception
hall of Yegara's Chancellor's Palace.  At one end was a grand
staircase coming down from the palace's entrance hall.  At the other
end of the room was a towering water fountain that was at least two
stories high. The strains of a full orchestra combined with
conversations of the guests, mostly Starfleet personnel with a few
civilian guests among them.  Picard was standing with Captain Morgan
Bateson, who commanded the U.S.S. Bozeman.  Originally from the
twenty-third century, Bateson and the crew of the Bozeman had entered
the twenty-fourth century after being caught in a temporal causality
loop for close to ninety years. Picard and the Enterprise D had been
instrumental in breaking the loop and the two captains had been
friends ever since.

Surreptitiously tugging at the tight collar on the white dinner jacket
of his dress uniform, Picard grumbled, "As if the uniform wasn't
uncomfortable enough, who the hell suggested we should wear our
medals?"

"That would have been Edward Jellico.  He probably thought that with
three rows he would have more than anyone else.  He looked quite
crestfallen when you walked in with four, my friend." Bateson noted,
indicating to the four rows of ribbons above the gold piping and
communicator on the left side of Picard's chest.  Giving Picard a
meaningful look, he added, "And you didn't even put all of yours on,
did you?"

Shaking his head, Picard leaned in and replied in a confidential tone,
"I decided to stop with the fourth row.  The fifth row seemed a bit .
. . garish."

"That's one thing about this century I'll never get used to, a modest
captain of the Enterprise.   Modesty was never one of Jim Kirk's
virtues."  Bateson chuckled.  "Which reminds me, how is that
archaeologist friend of yours that you introduced me to when our ships
rendezvoused a couple of weeks ago?"

Picard smiled, "Vash is fine.  In fact, she should be here anytime
now.  But, Morgan, how do you  make the leap from James Kirk to Vash."

"Oh, headstrong, impetuous, daring, stubborn,  ... I think going from
James T. Kirk to that pretty brunette of yours is a very legitimate
leap."  Bateson justified with a grin.  He looked over at the
staircase, "Speak of the angel, herself."

Turning to see Vash poised at the top of the staircase, Picard found
himself completely captivated by the raving beauty.  Her elaborately
beaded white and gold gown molded itself like a second skin to her
curvaceous silhouette as it skimmed her body to fall to the floor.  A
provocative amount of her décolletage spilled over the glittering
gown's plunging halter neckline.  The delicate features of her face
were perfectly framed by her hair which was swept up into a cascade of
soft curls held in place by a sparkling clip that matched her dress.
The elegant locket hung from her neck and a pair of  long, white satin
gloves encased her slender arms.  The slit that ran up the front left
side of the gown's skirt parted to reveal a long, supple length of leg
from her hip to her gold, stiletto-heeled shoe with each step as she
gracefully descended the staircase.   Several young men, most of whom
had gained their first command during the Dominion War, moved to greet
Vash at the foot of the staircase.  Picard raised an eyebrow, "Like
bees to honey."

As the two seasoned captains watched from across the room, one brash
young captain stepped out front to gallantly offer his hand to help
Vash with the last step.  With a serene smile, she accepted his offer
and stepped off the staircase.  Leaning into Picard, Bateson noted
quietly, "Captain Juan seems to have targeted your lovely lady
friend."

Vash's reactions were cordially polite as Juan and his cohorts
endeavored to impress her.  Even from across the room, it was obvious
the young knave and his friends were getting nowhere.  Amused by the
scene, Picard replied with a quiet chuckle, "You know that and I know
that.  But, Juan doesn't know that."

"Jean-Luc, you're enjoying this.  It's not like you to tease and
torment the youngsters."  Bateson accused with a grin.

"Builds character." Picard quipped in his own defense.  As Vash turned
to face one of her admirers, the flagship captain was greeted to his
first glimpse of the back of her gown, or lack thereof.  Falling from
just below the small of her back, the elegant gown bared her creamy,
ivory skin, the feminine curve of her shoulders and the graceful arch
of her spine.  As he gasped involuntarily, Picard's desire was written
plainly on his face.  Swallowing hard, he quickly regained his
composure.  Tugging on his uniform jacket and squaring his shoulders,
he said under his breath to Bateson, "Let's move in."

Following Picard over to the group, Bateson chuckled to himself, "Why
do I get the feeling young Captain Juan is about to receive one of
those pesky little life lessons?"

Vash's gaze fell on Jean-Luc.  As he approached, confident
determination blazed in his steel-grey eyes.  Attired in full dress
uniform, he carried himself with refined aplomb of a French Marshal.
Vash's breath caught in her throat at the way his natural commanding
presence revealed itself in his handsome, chiseled features.

When the two senior captains joined the group, Juan immediately began
the introductions.  Smiling down at the lovely woman next to him, he
gestured, "Councilmember Vash this is Morgan Bateson, captain of the
Bozeman."

"We've met."  Vash smiled at Bateson.  "Good to see you again,
Captain."

"Likewise."  Bateson nodded returning Vash's smile.

"And this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the
Federation's Flagship."  Juan continued.

Instantly realizing Jean-Luc was up to something, Vash decided to
follow his lead and play along.  She gasped sounding somewhat awed,
"Picard, as in the legendary Picard maneuver?"

"Yes."  Juan replied, slightly disconcerted by the fact that the
beautiful archaeologist was now gazing at the flagship captain as if
Picard was Hercules himself.

"Bonsoir,  Mademoiselle Vash.  Jean-Luc Picard, tout a` vous." Picard
spoke in a gentle baritone as he stared directly into her vivid blue
eyes.   Moving toward her, he took one of her gloved hands and raised
it to brush a courtly kiss across the back of it.  "Tu es beau, un
ange."

"Merci beaucoup, Mon Capitaine." Vash replied softly, demurely
averting her eyes.  She blushed slightly as he told her in French that
she was a beautiful angel.

"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?"  Still holding her hand in his grasp,
he tenderly ran his thumb over the smooth, white, satin.

"Oui, Monsieur."  As she accepted his invitation to dance, Vash gazed
flirtatiously up at Jean-Luc through her lashes.  Taking Jean-Luc's
offered arm, she glanced over at Captain Juan.  "It was nice meeting
you, Donald."

Juan could only stand there and watch dumbfounded as the usually stoic
and very proper Captain Picard led the sexy, younger woman to the
dance floor.  To no one in particular, he huffed, "Why was Picard
speaking French?"

"Maybe because he's a Frenchman."  Bateson deadpanned, quite unable to
help himself.

"Let me guess.  Johnny just walked up, spoke a few pretty words in
French, and then walked off with the belle of the ball."  Admiral
A'sterics chuckled as he joined the group.  Seeing the confirming
nods, he added, "Picard has been doing that since the day he entered
the Academy.  It used to drive us upper classmen crazy.  Not only did
this uppity freshman win the Academy marathon but he had the audacity
to continually win the affections of the prettiest girls on and around
campus."

"But, he's so much older than she is." Juan complained.

"May I remind you, Mr. Juan, that I'm several years Picard's senior."
The Admiral leveled his gaze at the young officer.  "And I by no means
consider myself through."

"Yes, sir." Juan replied.

"You think you have room for the other foot in there, Donald." Bateson
teased the younger man.

"Laugh now, Morgan."  Juan retorted good-naturedly as he straightened
his uniform.  "But, the battle isn't over yet."

Watching Juan swagger off, Bateson chuckled to himself, "Oh yes it is.
It was over before it started, my friend."

---

As the orchestra began the opening strains of a sultry tango, Picard
swirled Vash onto the dance floor.  She took her place in his arms
naturally, one hand in his and the other on his shoulder.  His hand
spanned the small of her back, resting against her silky skin.  As
they danced, they moved in perfect time with each other and the music.

Vash stared up into Jean-Luc's handsome features, her gaze drawn to
the firm set of his mouth.  She found herself fantasizing about the
feel of his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.   Her senses
stirred from the warmth of his strong hand on the bare skin of her
back.  She gave him a small, conspiratorial smile.  "Jean-Luc, you do
realize that between our dramatic performance and this erotic tango we
have probably set off every gossip monger between here and the Gamma
quadrant."

"Of course."  He chuckled softly.  "But half of them will wrongly
assume that I'm suffering from some sort of mid-life crisis."

"And the other half?"

"Will realize the truth, that I've fallen deeply in love with a very
beautiful woman."  Picard paused for a moment, staring down into her
vivid, blue eyes.  In a deep, resonating whisper, he confessed,
"You're all I've been able to think about for the last four days,
petite amie."

Vash's breath caught in her throat from the intensity of his
steel-grey eyes.  Held captive by his gaze, she whispered back, "I
missed you."

Picard began to lightly trail his fingers over the feminine curve of
her spine from the small of her back up to her shoulders and down
again.  Enjoying the feel of her warm, satiny skin, he murmured in her
ear, "I want you."

"Jean-Luc." Vash gasped under her breath as she tried to suppress the
small shudder that coursed through her.  Her entire body tingled with
excitement as his fingertips traveled along the length of her spine
with a feather-light caress.  As the sensations spread across her
breasts, the peaks hardened pushing against her gown.

Picard felt Vash's body tremble slightly and her grip on him tighten.
Seeing the fire that smoldered in her beautiful, blue eyes only served
to fuel his own heated desires.  Emboldened by her reactions, he
continued on a quest for personal satisfaction.  His voice was low and
husky.  "As soon as we're alone, I intend to peel this lovely gown
from your delectable body and make love to you until you're oblivious
to everything but the pleasure you're experiencing.  I've spent the
last four days trying to decide whether I should take you hard and
fast, feeling you writhe in ecstasy beneath me as my body drives deep
into yours or if I should to take you slow and leisurely, watching the
passion in your eyes as I cherish and caress every inch of your
exquisite body."

The wolfish timbre of his bedroom baritone had the effect of a
physical touch, making her entire body burn from intense sexual
desire. Dancing completely on autopilot, she closed her eyes and bit
her bottom lip as erotic images inspired by his words flitted across
her mind. Vash had to admit that either idea sounded good, both
sounded even better.  Opening her eyes and licking her suddenly dry
lips, she pleaded, "Jean-Luc, please."

"Ohhh, the lady can dish it out, but she certainly can't take it."
Picard teased.  He had to give Vash credit.  While they danced, she
never missed a step.  However, he had seen and felt her body's fervent
response.

"I didn't dish it out on a dance floor."  She murmured.

"No.  You chose right before I was to take an eight hour shuttle ride
with Admiral Haden.  A very uncomfortable eight hours in which I had
plenty of time to consider forms of . . . retribution."  Picard
retorted.  He noticed the slightly guilty expression that crossed her
face as she realized it was time to pay the piper.  As the tango
neared its end, he saw Captain Juan approaching them.  The Flagship
Captain had to admit, the young Federation captain certainly had the
going boldly part down.  However, it was time for him to learn the
part about no man going.  With the last beat of the music, Picard
pulled Vash to him crushing her soft, supple curves against his hard,
muscular body. Watching Juan stop dead in his tracks, he lowered his
mouth to capture Vash's in a fiercely possessive kiss.  His tongue
plunged past her parted lips, decisively claiming everything in its
path.

As her lips and tongue responded ravenously to his, Vash was very
aware of the stiff peaks of her breasts pressed against the muscular
wall of Jean-Luc's chest.  She lost herself in the strength of his
arms and his clean masculine scent.  Her entire body now felt as if it
were made of liquid flames and her small hands clutched him tightly.
They were both out of breath when Jean-Luc finally broke the kiss.
Gasping to catch her breath, Vash caught sight of a retreating Juan
from out of the corner of her eye.  Her breathless whisper held a hint
of amusement, "Captain, was that very, uncharacteristic public display
of affection because you were suddenly overcome by passion . . . or
the need to mark territory?"

"Yes." Picard rumbled succinctly.

"Well, I guess that's preferable to the alternative method of marking
territory."  Vash cooed as   she graced him with a brilliant smile.
Leading her from the dance floor, Picard slid his arm protectively
around her waist his hand resting on the small of her back. As the
couple stepped off the dance floor, Bateson walked toward them.

"Jean-Luc, our group has a table just over there."  Bateson gestured
in the general direction of the table.  After glancing toward the
beaten Captain Juan, he smiled and teased the couple, "I had no idea
you two were such sadists."

"Don't worry, Morgan.  I'm sure Captain Juan will make a complete
recovery."  Vash laughed softly as the three of them headed for their
table.  "Just about the time the next leggy blonde crosses his path."

Bateson looked over at Picard, "Your lovely lady underestimates
herself."

"Continually."  Picard agreed.

"Flatterers."  Vash chuckled.

The rest of the evening, Picard never left Vash's side.  He delighted
in introducing her to his friends and colleagues as well as wining,
dining and dancing with her.  For her part, Vash seemed to bask in his
attentions.  Her sparkling eyes and radiant smile lit the entire room.
As the festivities began to wane, Picard decided it was the perfect
time for a discreet exit.

After one last dance, they stepped off the dance floor.  Leaning into
her, Picard inquired in his most suave voice, "Voulez-vous coucher
avec moi ce soir?"

"Oui, mon Capitaine." Vash looked up at him flirtatiously through her
lashes and cooed "Your place or mine?"

"I've been given a room here in the palace."  He suggested with a
raised an eyebrow.

Taking his arm, Vash smiled impishly.  "Let's go."

Standing near the dance floor with a group of officers, Captain Juan
overheard the conversation.  As he watched the couple make their way
out of the hall, Juan muttered to Captain Flaherty who was standing
next to him, "Flaherty, you're supposed to be one of Starfleet's best
linguistics experts.  What the hell did he just say to her?"

"You're not going to believe this.  I don't believe it." Flaherty
gasped in shock.  "But Picard just asked her if she would sleep with
him tonight."

"Damn, I need to learn French." Juan grumbled.

That last statement finally broke Bateson, who was also standing near
by.  Laughing, he said to Juan, "You don't need to learn French."

"Did you see that, Morgan?" Juan exclaimed, pointing in the direction
in which the couple just disappeared.

"Son, you have no idea what you're looking at."  Bateson informed the
younger man.

"Picard walking off toward his room with a very beautiful member of
the Archaeology council."  Juan retorted.

"Who happens to be the chief archaeologist onboard the Enterprise."
Bateson replied.

"They know each other?" Juan was stunned.

"Biblically."  Bateson chuckled.  "You have spent the entire evening
throwing yourself at the woman who will most likely be the future Mrs.
Jean-Luc Picard."

"The future wife of the Flagship captain." Flaherty laughed, slapping
Juan on the back.  "Well, it was a nice career while it lasted,
Donald."

Juan looked quizzically at Bateson.  "So, what was all that flirting
in French earlier?"

With a wicked grin, Bateson clapped Juan on the shoulder as he
answered simply.  "Foreplay."

---

With the same pink, marble-like stone and pillars, the architectural
style of Picard's assigned room was a scaled-down version of the
reception hall.  A row of four pillars separated the luxurious sitting
area from the raised, dais-like, sleeping area.  In the middle of the
sleeping area was a large bed with sumptuous bedding in white satin
and surrounded by a diaphanous curtain of white silk.  Another row of
four pillars separated the sleeping area from the doors leading to the
private balcony.

Looking around, Vash whistled with appreciation.  "Once again, I see
how being a starship captain has its rewards."

"This is unusually opulent, even for a starship captain." Picard
chuckled from behind her.  Unable to resist the alluring amount of
satiny skin exposed by the backless gown, he reached out and caught
her around the waist.  Wrapping his arms around her, he began to
nuzzle the sensitive skin on the back of her neck.  He trailed
feathery kisses from the nape of her neck across the feminine slope of
her bare shoulder.

The warmth of Jean-Luc's lips against her skin caused a shiver of
excitement to race down Vash's spine.  Trying to gain control over her
rising desires, she turned in his arms to face him and splayed her
hands across the expanse of  his chest.   The four rows of medals just
above his communicator caught her attention.  Brushing her fingertips
over the ribbons, she quietly marveled, "There are so many.   I've
never seen you wear them before.  In fact, this is the first time I've
even seen them."

Sounding self-conscious, he admitted, "I'm uncomfortable wearing them.
Somehow, it always seems very pretentious and grandiose."

"You earned them, Jean-Luc.  Every one of them represents a time when
you did something outrageously heroic and sexy and they decided not to
arrest you but to reward you instead."  Vash purred softly, tracing
each ribbon with a fingertip.  Coyly looking up at him through her
lashes, she wondered, "And how many daredevil acts of heroism went
unrecognized?"

"I'm not a hero."  He insisted.

"Of course, you are." She told him candidly.  "You're a hero to the
Federation, to Starfleet, . . . to me."

Before Picard could respond, Vash's mouth claimed his in a heated
kiss.  All of his arguments were forgotten as the blood roared in his
ears from the feel of her lush, full lips crushed against his own. As
his lips answered the demands of hers, he instinctively pulled her
lithe form tighter to him.  He delighted in the feel of her body
pressed into his at every point, from the soft roundness of her
breasts against his chest to the intertwining of their legs.  When
Vash finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathless.

"Just because I'm in love with the man under the uniform doesn't mean
I'm not impressed with his accomplishments in uniform."  Vash
whispered.  Serenely smiling up at him, she continued in her normal
impish tone, "Which reminds me of something."

Picard looked down to watch as Vash carefully slipped her fingers
beneath his communicator and plucked it from his chest. Stepping from
his arms, she casually tossed the item up and caught it in her hand.
He smiled as she held the item up in front of her face and addressed
it as if it were animate.

"I'm afraid that we won't be needing your services tonight."

Vash made her way over to the coffee table that held Jean-Luc's open
briefcase.  After tossing the communicator into the briefcase, she
flipped the top down to close it.   In a sultry voice, she informed
him, "Problem solved."

"Well done." Picard commended.  He watched, transfixed, as Vash
brought one delicate, gloved hand up to her lips.  Leisurely, she
pulled once on each satin-covered fingertip with her pearly white
teeth to loosen the glove before very slowly pulling the it off.
After repeating the process with the other glove, she dropped both on
top of  the closed briefcase.  His eyes followed her as she made her
way over to one of the pillars that separated the sitting area from
the sleeping area.  His gaze traveled over her, noticing how the
glittering white and gold gown molded itself to the hourglass lines of
her shapely silhouette.  As she walked across the room, his eyes drank
in the feminine curves of her shoulders, the graceful arch of her
spine, the slight flair of her hips, the perfect roundness of her
backside and her long, shapely legs.

Leaning back against the pillar, Vash regarded their surroundings.
There was something vaguely familiar about the room.  As it suddenly
dawned on her, she murmured aloud, "Of course, Cleopatra."

Picard found himself mesmerized by the provocative sight of her
casually leaning against the pillar.  Her voice startled him out of
his own thoughts.  "Pardon me?"

She asked, "Are you familiar with 'movies?'"

"Twentieth century cinema?  I'm by no means an expert, but I have seen
my share of them." He replied.

"I had a friend in college who was something of an aficionado. So, we
would watch them quite a bit.  I was particularly fond of  the movie
Cleopatra  with Elizabeth Taylor playing the title role.  This room
reminds me of that movie."  Vash explained.  With a slightly
embarrassed smile, she admitted, "Even with all my knowledge of
ancient civilizations, the images from that movie are what I see when
I think of Cleopatra."

Picard walked across the room to stand just in front of her.  He gazed
down at her lovely face for a long moment, his eyes lingering on her
full, inviting lips.  In a rich, bedroom baritone, he teased, "And
just who would my  beautiful Cleopatra prefer, a Caesar or a Mark
Antony?"

Vash found herself captivated by Jean-Luc's masterful voice. With only
a few inches of space between them, the clean, masculine scent of his
aftershave tantalized her.  Taking the offensive, she brazenly met
Jean-Luc's gaze.  She reached up with one hand and ran the tips of her
fingers sensuously over his bottom lip.  Trailing her fingertips up
the strong, square line of his jaw to gently cup his cheek in the palm
of her hand, she cooed,  "Why choose when I have a man who is both?  A
man who has the powerful, authoritative bearing of Caesar combined
with the courageous daring of Antony."

Slightly disconcerted by her appraisal and with her nearness wreaking
havoc on his senses, Picard was having difficulty finding a suitable
retort.

Vash's hands moved to rest on Jean-Luc's shoulders, feeling the sinewy
muscles of his shoulders through his dress uniform and thrilling at
the breadth of them compared to her tiny palms.  She continued to make
her point, "As I understand it, you saw our lives in an alternate
reality, decided you wanted that for yourself and set out to purposely
create the same conditions in this quantum reality."

Picard nodded as Vash reached up with one hand to begin drawing lazy
circles around the rank pips on his collar with one finger,
distracting him even further.  It was a fairly accurate description of
his actions.  He had been inexplicably drawn to her from the moment
they met on Risa.  No woman had ever been as quick at arousing his
emotions. He wanted her for his own and would stop at nothing to have
her.  At the moment, all of his thoughts were filled with finally
possessing his beautiful quarry.

---

Toying with his rank pips, Vash stared up into Jean-Luc's smoldering
grey eyes.  Her pulse quickened at the fierce, carnal heat emanating
from those eyes.  Her voice was soft and seductive, "Once you realized
it was a possibility, could anything have kept you from pursuing me
and claiming me for yourself?"

"Nothing could have kept me from you, Vash."  Picard confessed in a
low, wolfish growl.  His mouth descended onto hers, crushing her lips
beneath his in a forcefully possessive kiss.  Stealing between her
parted lips, his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth searching
for and finding hers.

As her lips and tongue battled his, Vash ached to let her hands roam
over the firm, muscular planes of Jean-Luc's hard body.  She moved her
hands to grip the upper edge of his white dress jacket and, in one
swift motion, ripped the snaps open down the front.  She quickly slid
both her hands up to his shoulders and pulled the jacket down his arms
to it drop on the floor.  Moaning her own passion into his mouth, Vash
grasped the top edges of his shirt and strongly jerked the shirt open
yanking it down to join the jacket on the floor.  She slid her hands
down the lean tapering lines of his torso to the waistband of his
trousers.  Impatiently, her fingers tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it
free of his waistband.  Her hands glided over the sculpted muscles of
his chest as she pushed the thin cloth out of her way.  Jean-Luc broke
the kiss only long enough to strip the shirt off over his head.  His
mouth recaptured hers in a kiss even more ravenous than before.  Her
hands drifted down the masculine slope of his shoulders to linger on
the bulging biceps of his upper arms.  The play of the strong muscles
beneath her fingertips inflamed her senses.  Her hands journeyed back
up to his shoulders, only to slide down the muscular wall of his
chest. As she explored the expanse of his chest, her hands delighted
in the rippling pectorals and coarse chest hair.

As Vash responded passionately to his kiss and her small hands
greedily roamed over him, Picard could feel every muscle in his body
tighten and his hardness grow in fervent response.  His hands came up
to span her tiny waist pressing her back against the pillar.  He slid
his mouth from hers to explore the soft skin of her throat.  Gently,
his teeth nipped at the delicate skin with his tongue following
immediately with a warm, moist caress.   He began to alternately
nibble and lick his way down her throat.  Slowly, his hands slid up
her body to cup the full curves of her breasts through the material of
her gown.  He heard her moan softly as his thumbs drew deliberate
circles around the hardened crests.  Continuing to feast the delicate
skin of her neck, he whispered, "Je t' amie."

"Je t' amie." Vash responded breathlessly, rolling her head back
against the pillar to bare her throat to the gentle onslaught of his
mouth.  She could feel the heat of his strong hands through her gown
causing the taut peaks of her breasts to tingle.  She arched into the
heaviness as his thumbs teased her aching nipples.  Then his hands
found the edges of the plunging neckline and impatiently pulled the
material aside.

"Mon Dieu, tu es parfait."  Picard murmured as his heated gaze swept
over her breasts with their lush roundness and ivory skin tipped with
deep rosy peaks.  He felt her tremble as his large hands moved to
cradle her now-bare breasts, the hardened crests pressing against his
palms.  His mouth made its way down the silken expanse of her skin to
the full curves cupped in his hands.  He traced the swell of her
breasts with is 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, feeling her
twist in his grasp.  Savoring her impassioned reactions, he nipped at
the hardened crest slightly before suckling strongly.

When his mouth claimed her breasts, streaks of fire raced through
Vash's body from the sensitive peaks.  She cupped his head in her
hands and drew him in as close as she could, feeling the sharp ache
grow as he suckled first one breast and then the other.  Breathless
and flushed with arousal, she gasped, "Oh, Jean-Luc."

While his mouth traveled back up over of her chest to her throat,
Picard dropped one hand down gliding it up the slit of her gown. As he
moved his hand, the dress parted, giving him access to the long,
graceful expanse of thigh beneath.   He felt her tremble as he slid
his hand up her silk-covered thigh to seek the top of her stocking,
caressing the soft bare skin of her inner thigh.  Finally reaching his
destination, he slipped his fingers past her delicate satin panties to
inflame the moist heat already aching for him.  His fingers continued
to caress and fill her erotically as he rasped hoarsely against her
throat, "You're so wet."

"I'm close."  Vash whimpered, half pleading, half warning as her hands
came up to clutch his shoulders for balance.  Her entire body felt as
if it was made of liquid flames.  Jean-Luc's fingers stroked her with
the skill of a maestro, taking her to near insanity.  "Just take me
now!"

"Not yet, there's something I need first."  Picard breathed in her
ear, nipping at the sensitive earlobe as he continued to arouse her,
searching for her body's rhythm.  As her hips started to move against
his hand, he growled with masculine satisfaction, "Right there, chere?
. . .Oui . . .right there."

"Oh please . . .Jean-Luc . . .please . . . I want to feel your body
inside mine." Vash begged wantonly, trying to hold herself back.
Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip as the burning needs his
questing hand was building threatened to overwhelm her.

"Surrender, ma petite.  Give yourself to me." Picard urged hoarsely.
He lifted his head to look down into her lovely face, seeing her eyes
closed and her face contorted with desperate need.  He had never seen
anything as erotically compelling as Vash at the peak of ecstasy.  Her
passionate responses were driving his own desires up to an almost
unbearable level.  He wanted to see the fire in her eyes as she
abandoned herself to the pleasure she was experiencing.  As he
continued arousing her overheated body, he commanded in a whisper,
"Open your eyes, Vash, and look at me."

With every caress of his knowing fingers, waves of intense sensations
flooded over Vash.  Jean-Luc was taking her closer and closer to the
peak of ecstasy.  His erotic command penetrated her senses, compelling
her to meet his gaze.  With great effort, her eyes fluttered open and
locked with his.  The fierce, carnal heat from his desire-hardened
grey eyes pierced through the sensual onslaught. Vash's control
snapped,  her orgasm rocking her whole body.  As the waves of pleasure
overtook her, her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulder.
Still held captive by his gaze, she arched up from the pillar and
cried out, "Ohhh Jean-Luc!"

"Magnifique." Picard marveled, watching her eyes with wonder as her
entire body arched toward him and shuddered as she lost herself in her
release.  He was mesmerized by the look of total ecstasy she wore on
the delicate features of her face and the way her arousal had caused
her ivory skin to flush.  The very provocative sight fueled his own
burning need.

"Oh my." Vash panted, wearily leaning back against the pillar and once
again closing her eyes.  Gasping for breath, she wondered if her
quivering body and racing heart would ever calm back down to normal.
Spasms and tremors continued to race through her body as her breathing
slowed.

"I've never seen anything as beautiful or as erotic as you are at the
peak of ecstasy."  Picard's voice was husky with desire. Tenderly, he
leaned down to gently pull her lower lip between his teeth. Hearing
her soft sigh, he covered her mouth with his in a long, deep kiss.

Instead of sating her, Vash's release had only added to her desperate
hunger for him.  Pressing her mouth harder against his, she slid her
arms up to encircle his neck.  When he broke the kiss, her arms held
his face within a hairbreadth of her own.  Gazing up into his eyes,
she pleaded, "Please Jean-Luc, make love to me."

Her sultry plea drove Picard's need up yet another notch. Without a
word, he pulled her away from the pillar and up into his arms.
Encircling her small waist with his powerful arms, he crushed her body
to his.  As his mouth descended on hers in an ardently possessive
kiss, his hands traveled up to the clasp on the back of the gown's
collar and swiftly undid it.  Breaking the kiss, he pulled back
slightly.  His eyes followed the glittering gown as it slid down the
length of her body to land, along with her delicate panties, in a
crumpled heap on the floor. Vash stood there clad only in her silk
stockings and high heels. Picard's eyes hungrily raked over every inch
of her, her blue eyes, her full lips, the graceful arch of her neck,
the gentle swell of her breasts, her slim waist, the feminine curve of
her hips, and those long legs.  Effortlessly, he swept her up into his
arms and carried her toward the bed.

Vash buried her head in his shoulder listening to the rapid pounding
of her own heart.  She lost herself in the strength of his arms, the
solid expanse of his chest, and the clean, natural, masculine smell of
him.  Gently, Jean-Luc laid her down on the soft bedding.  His
steel-grey eyes smoldered as he quickly stripped off his boots and
trousers.  Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the hard
length of his body.  The knot of desire tightened deep in her stomach.
She had never been able to fight the physical needs this man could
ignite in her.  Jean-Luc joined Vash on the bed, stretching himself
out full-length to cover her body with his own.  As his mouth attacked
hers in a ravenous kiss, she writhed beneath him, desperate for him to
satisfy the ache inside her.  Bracing himself above her, he broke the
kiss and looked down the length of their bodies.   He dropped a leg
between her soft, white thighs, silently urging her to let him in.
Vash shifted her legs, wordlessly inviting him closer to what they
both desired.  Jean-Luc gently settled himself between her thighs.
Vash gasped at the erotic pressure of him pushing against her.  She
felt him ease himself just barely inside her, his body gently rocking
back and forth, teasing her with a tantalizing glimpse of things to
come.  Every fiber of her being seared with sexual passion.  She
wanted to surrender herself to him, to feel him deep inside her,
filling her completely. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders and
her eyes locked with his as she pleaded breathlessly, "I need to feel
you inside me."

Picard entered her with one deep, powerful thrust, his body completely
filling hers.  Vash threw her head back and cried out, her small hands
digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.  He had expected it to
be a very snug fit.  However, he wasn't prepared for this.  The
feeling of her body seizing his was almost overwhelming. Lowering his
head, he nuzzled her neck and rasped against the soft skin, "Mon Dieu,
you're tight.  I should've gone slower."

"No, I'm fine.  It's just been a long time."  Vash assured him in a
breathless whisper.  As he nuzzled her neck, she could feel him buried
deep inside her.  The heat and fullness of it were utterly delicious.

"How long, chere?"  Picard murmured in awe to himself.  Wanting to
give her body time to adjust to his, he held himself immobile and used
his weight to pin her hips in place.  Sweat beaded on his brow and he
took in deep breaths, struggling for control.

"The last time we were together."  Vash managed to gasp, blushing
slightly at the confession.   Clenching herself around him deep
inside, she urged, "I've waited so long, Jean-Luc.  Take me, now!"

"You're mine, Vash."  Picard growled softly.  All of his control was
lost at her surprising admission and he set a rhythm of furious
intensity.   His mouth claimed her lips in a searing kiss just as
ferocious as the way his body was possessing hers.   He slammed
himself forcefully into her, driving himself even deeper within her.
Her hips arched to accept every powerful thrust.   Fiercely, he drove
deep into her over and over.   Like a mirror image of his own need,
she matched him motion for motion.   He abandoned himself to the
burning pleasure he felt as her body move in perfect synchronization
with his own.

"Oh yes! . . . Jean-Luc . . . yes!"  Vash whimpered into his demanding
kiss.  It was if her body had been expressly made for this
pleasure-giving man.  As she twisted her hips up to challenge every
forceful thrust, wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her.  The
coarse hair on his chest grazed her inflamed nipples adding to the
fire that threatened to consume her.  Once again, Jean-Luc was taking
her closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.  Her hands moved to
stroke the tightly sculpted muscles of his arms and back.  She could
feel the powerful muscles ripple and bunch with each movement.  Her
release came as his body violently plummeted into her own, causing
wave after wave of ecstasy to pulse through her.

"Vash," Picard moaned, breaking the kiss.  He felt her entire body
shudder repeatedly with pleasure and deep inside him a deluge broke
loose.  As an explosive release tore through him, his hips made a last
strong, deep thrust.  Collapsing onto Vash, Picard's body was damp and
his breathing labored from the physical exertion.  He let out a
contented sigh as he felt her small hands traveling over the muscles
of his back.

Vash welcomed Jean-Luc's weight as he collapsed against her.  As their
breathing slowed, she nuzzled his shoulder and teased, "Ohhh my, now
that gives a whole new definition to the 'Picard Maneuver.'"

"Insatiable imp." Picard retorted with a rueful chuckle as he rolled
off to lay on his back next to her.  Drawing her into his arms, he
gently kissed her forehead as she snuggled into his embrace.  He
hesitated a moment as a thought occurred to him, not exactly sure how
or even if to voice it.  "May I ask you something, chere?"

"Of course."  She replied as she idly ran her fingers through the
coarse hair on his chest.

"You're a very beautiful woman and I've witnessed a good number of
male suitors vying for your affections, including one very determined
young starship captain tonight.  How is it that you haven't been with
anyone?"

"Oh, there have been offers." Vash corrected him, continuing to trace
lazy designs on his chest with her fingertips.  "I just haven't been
interested in any of them."

Picard grinned and arched an eyebrow.

"Before that ego gets any bigger, Johnny boy, stop right there. I
should have you arrested."  Vash retorted, seeing the amusement in his
eyes.

"For what?" Picard asked humorously.

"The Tox Utat wasn't the only thing you stole from me on Risa." She
purred at him.  "And I insist you give it back."

"Never."  Picard vowed, rolling over onto her and ending all further
discussion for a very long while.

---

Later that night, Picard stirred awake.  He laid there just listening
to Vash's slow, steady breathing as she slept next to him.  As quietly
as possible, to avoid waking her, he slipped out of the bed and made
his way over to the sitting area.  He picked up a large piece of
fruit, something native, similar to an Earth peach, from the bowl on
the coffee table.  He turned back toward the bed and found himself
captivated by the sight.  Behind the gossamer curtain of white silk,
Vash murmured his name and shifted in her sleep.  His gaze slowly
pored over her, her hair dark against the pillow, the delicate
features of her face so peaceful in sleep.  A smile slowly spread
across his face as he recalled his pleasure when Vash confirmed her
counterpart's assertion that she had actually fallen in love with him
back on Risa.

In her sleep, Vash reached an arm out beside her.  When she felt an
empty bed, she drowsily stirred and looked around the room.  Seeing
Jean-Luc smiling at her from across the room, she sat up and stretched
indulgently.  "You can ogle me better from over here, Johnny."

As he walked across the room toward her, he replied with feigned
indignation, "Starship captains do not ogle -- cadets ogle.  I was
simply appreciating the natural beauty of the female form."

With a laugh, she guessed the origin of the statement, "Will Riker?"

"Uh-huh." He nodded, sitting on the bed next to her.  As he took a
bite of the fruit, Vash gracefully rolled to her knees to kneel next
to him. Picard watched with rapt attention as she very deliberately
leaned in and took a bite from the other side of the fruit slowly
licking the juice from her lips.  Leisurely, they finished the fruit
together.

Watching a stream of juice from the fruit run down Jean-Luc's index
finger, Vash had the most wonderful, wicked thought.   She plucked the
fruit core from his grasp and nonchalantly dropped it onto the bedside
table.  Cupping his hand in her two small hands, she drew his finger
up to her mouth.  Raising one eyebrow as she smiled impishly, her pink
tongue darted out to lap the juice from his finger.  Sensuously her
tongue slid up and down his wet finger, pausing only to lick juice
from her lips.  Taking his finger into her mouth, she continued to
stroke the moist skin with her tongue.  Alternately she began to
gently suck and lick his finger.

Vash's actions and the expression of playful mischief on her lovely
face left no doubt as to what she was insinuating.  Picard's eyes
widened and his heart rate suddenly sped up as his body leapt at the
idea.  Lifting her head, her eyes locked with his in the seductive
battle of wills that had been going on since the day they met.  His
husky bedroom baritone was tinged with amusement, "You're bluffing."

Instead of answering, Vash moved to straddle Jean-Luc's lap. Bracing
her hands on his broad shoulders, she leaned into nibble on his neck
just below his ear.  She purred lasciviously in his ear, "I've had
this burning fantasy for some time now.  During the middle of the
afternoon, I slip into your Ready Room to find you working on some of
the bureaucratic reports and red tape that Starfleet seems to enjoy
sending you.  I lock the door and walk over to where you're sitting at
your desk.  Taking the PADD from your hands and tossing it onto the
desk, I straddle your lap just like I'm doing now.  Your desk chair is
spacious and comfortable, not quite as spacious as another chair of
yours I can think of, but that one would be a bit public for what I
have in mind. As I nibble on your neck, I quickly undo your uniform
jacket, vest, and tunic.  My hands sneak under your clothes to caress
and explore your hard, muscular chest."

Picard closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows and
headboard as he felt Vash slowly start to run her hands over his
shoulders, arms and chest.  He had no idea how far she was going to go
with this, but he sure as hell wasn't planning to stop her.

Fascinated by the sight of  the corded muscles of his body, Vash let
her hands slide down the masculine slope of his shoulders to the
bulging biceps of his upper arms.  The tender strength they
represented was a constant source of amazement and arousal to her,
stirring her senses as her body instinctively responded to the pure
masculine virility of his presence.  Her hands journeyed back up to
his shoulders to glide down the muscular expanse of his chest stroking
the rippling pectorals through the coarse chest hair.  Her desires
were becoming more and more inflamed by the feel of the hard length of
his body beneath her.  As her hands slowly trailed down his stomach,
Vash moved to kneel on the bed between Picard's thighs, "Finally, I
find the waistband of your trousers and quickly undo them."  She
wrapped her hand around his hard length as she continued, "And I find
that, oh yes, you're so hard. But this isn't enough - for either of us
- so I slide down to kneel on the floor in front of your chair and . .
."

Picard thought he might actually lose his mind as the moist heat of
her mouth surrounded him.  Taking him into her mouth, she stroked the
hard length with her tongue.  Unbidden, his eyes looked down at the
sultry vixen tormenting him and immediately regretted that as his eyes
fell on the beguiling sight she presented.  She paused briefly and
looked up through her lashes to brashly meet his gaze. Deliberately,
she swirled her delicate pink tongue around him, making sure he could
see her every movement.  Arching an eyebrow up at him, she redoubled
her efforts.  Overwhelmed by the sensations, he wound his hands into
her silky hair.  Closing his eyes, Picard threw his head back and
groaned, "Mon Dieu, Vash!"

Vash was thoroughly enjoying herself as she took him just to the edge,
keeping him there as she listened to his ragged breathing.  The idea
that she could actually test the limits of this man's legendary
self-control sent a highly-charged thrill coursing through her.  Her
mouth kept up the tempo, alternately sucking and licking.  She heard
him draw in a deep, ragged breath, muttering incoherently in English
and French.  Every nerve in her own body tingled with anticipation.
The vision of his lean, powerful body stretched out in front of her
with the hard, sweat-dampened muscles straining as he fought to keep
control was extremely erotic.

"S`il vous plait Vash . . . Please Vash . . . S`il vous plait " Picard
gasped, with each passing moment, her tantalizing ministrations pushed
at the very limits of his self-control.

Deciding she had sufficiently sexually tormented Jean-Luc, Vash
finally let up.  She moved back up his body, using her lips, tongue
and hands to explore every muscular inch of him.  Once again
straddling him, she braced her hands against his shoulders as she
lifted her hips slightly.  She closed her eyes and savored the
delicious feeling as she very slowly lowered herself onto him.
Finally her hips settled against his, her body adjusting to the heat
and fullness of his body deep inside hers.  Opening her eyes to study
his reactions, she slowly raised herself up almost pulling completely
away from him, pausing a moment before slowly lowering herself back
down.  As she repeated the long, deliberate stroke, she could feel his
body straining to bury itself deep inside hers.   As she continued her
methodical movements, she sighed sensuously, "Oh yes . . . so good."

Vash's steady, leisurely tempo was driving Picard mad with desire.
Looking and sounding astounded, Picard managed to rasp, "You actually
fantasized about sneaking into my ready room to give me a . .."

Vash was delighted by the fact that she had Jean-Luc so completely
confused, dazed, and bewildered.  This was just too much fun. Rolling
her hips in a circular motion against his, she leaned in to nibble on
his earlobe and teased huskily, "Blowjob, Johnny, the word is
blowjob."

Having difficulty concentrating with his body buried inside hers,
Picard panted, "I know the term.  I've just never imagined you . .."

As he trailed off, Vash sat up and gazed at him skeptically.  As she
rolled her hips again, she purred, "Try again."

"Well, maybe I have imagined it." He admitted with a small, guilty
smile. "Although, it was a stalled turbolift, not my Ready Room."

Intrigued, she cooed, "And just what else has the good captain been
imagining?"

"I pride myself on being very thorough, chere."  Picard informed her.
Not to be out done, he grasped her hips and pulled them tightly
against his own.  Swiftly, he transposed their positions so that she
was lying on her back on the bed and staring up at him.  He drove
himself deep inside her with long, hard strokes, pulling himself
almost completely out before plunging back into her softness.  He
fought to keep his motions methodical, suppressing the urge to speed
up, wanting to take Vash to the very edge of sexual insanity.  As he
thrust deeply into her with long, hard strokes, he growled, "And in my
mind's eye; there isn't a bulkhead you haven't been pushed up against,
an area of floor you haven't been laid down on, or a single stick of
furniture you haven't been bent over as I take you hard and fast with
you calling out my name in ecstasy."

"Ohhhhhh," Vash moaned wordlessly as Jean-Luc drove deep into her
body.  He thrust into her with long, hard strokes, filling her body
completely with every powerful movement of his hips.  Once again, that
familiar, carnal ache bloomed deep inside her, building steadily with
every deep stroke of his body into hers.  She clenched her fists,
curled among the coarse hair of his chest, and closed her eyes as the
urgency blossomed.  When her body rocked with overwhelming ecstasy,
she threw her head back, screaming out, "Jean-Luc!"

Picard's eyes never left Vash as his body took complete possession of
hers.  With her eyes closed, she wore a look of total ecstasy on her
delicate features.  Each of her sweet cries of passion sent an intense
surge of arousal through his own body.  Her body began to tighten
around his and her leg muscles began to quiver.  He unleashed the
tight rein he had held on his own needs. Gradually, he increased the
tempo thrusting into her with an ever increasing urgency.

As Vash twisted her hips up to challenge every powerful thrust, wave
after wave of pleasure pulsed through her.  His body violently
plummeted into her own.  As a second, more explosive release tore
through her, she arched toward him crying out, "Ohhh my God . . .
Jean-Luc  . . .Ohhh my God!"

"Yes . . .Oui . . .Yes."  His roar of conquest merged into a feral
duet with her cries of surrender and he drove himself into her with a
renewed urgency.  With one final hard thrust, he held himself deep
inside her as his own powerful release ripped through him.

Vash welcomed Jean-Luc's weight as he collapsed against her. Gasping
for breath, she panted, "With that  imagination of yours, we have a
lot of work ahead of us when we get home to the Enterprise."

He replied, "Indeed we do."

Giving him an impish smile, Vash asked, "So, where do we start?"

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continued in the second story in the Reasons of The Heart universe 'Stolen Hearts'