The BLTS Archive- Makin' it Great
by DocBevCulver (docbevculver@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, Pizza Hut owns the Slogan,
and I own the story.

Author's Notes: Mariel started this little monster, so here is my
contribution.  I got this little idea in my head, after watching an
old Pizza Hut commercial. :)

The smut is for the Bevster. *EG*

Yes I know the story maybe a little corny, but I had to do it. :)
Feedback is welcome!

Archive: Yes

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Strolling down the quiet streets of San Francisco, the conversation
was light and the looks between the two, electric.  Jean-Luc Picard
thought the night could not possible get any better. 

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Earlier that day...
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Jean-Luc's thoughts drifted to that of his friend. Since before the
Enterprise-D had crashed, the relationship between himself and his
best friend, Beverly Crusher, had been on the rocks.  The dinners had
been few and far between and breakfast together had completely
stopped. Since their last mission he thought all hope of salvaging
their friendship was gone.  The look that was present in Beverly's
eyes when he asked if it was safe to move Anij was nearly impossible
to miss. He knew then that she was jealous, but, at the time, he
hadn't really cared. The radiation playing havoc on his mind and body
hadn't allowed him to see this till he thought it was too late.

Now, back on Earth, things were starting to change. No longer affected
by the radiation, he could see why Beverly was avoiding him at all
costs on the Enterprise. They had returned for the hearing on the
Ba'ku and what the council thought on the matter now and the last
hearing had adjourned just an hour before.  Now they had time for a
short break before heading back to the Enterprise. 

He braced himself for her rejection, but when she agreed to dine with
him he was pleased.  This gave him the opportunity to apologize for
his behavior and to hopefully revive their friendship.

When he picked her up at her temporary quarters, he felt nervous,
feeling like a teenager out on his first date.  His attire consisted
of a light blue shirt, which was v-cut and stopped just above his
navel.  His pants, a dark black, fit his form perfectly in all the
right places. When the door opened, he was not surprised by her 
attire. She wore a light green dress, spaghetti strapped and the hem 
came to her mid thigh.  The fit was tight, but not confining, and 
showed off her figure well. He stared a moment at her well defined 
legs and smiled. 'Hmmm, what I would like those legs...' he let the 
thought trail off and pushed it to the back of his mind.

He smiled and crooked his arm. "Shall we?"

Beverly draped her arm through his as she replied, smiling, "Yes."

Dinner was a quiet occasion. Small talk about ship's business and
friends they hadn't seen in a long time were the main topic of
conversation. Both tried to avoid the main issue that was on both
their minds. 

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The present...
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Now, as they walked down the quiet street with the sound of the ocean
coming into the bay surrounding them. The air stirred occasionally,
causing Beverly's air to lift off her shoulders.  Jean-Luc was amazed
at how much he had missed spending time with her.  Her wit, her
perfume, and her smile all parts that made her whole, that's what he
missed when he had breakfast alone or was at social functions by
himself.

He turned his gaze to her and she smiled at him which made his heart
melt.  He had to speak, had to tell her how sorry he was for his
behavior.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "Don't,
Jean-Luc.  I know we've been drifting apart lately, but let's just
move on and not spoil the night."

He nodded his head in agreement and said, "That's sounds wonderful. 
I've truly enjoyed tonight."

"Me too."  She reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. "Thank you
for inviting me."

"No, thank you for coming."

They grew silent once again.  Jean-Luc's thoughts straying as he
noticed that Beverly still held his hand. His face lit up with a
smile.

Beverly noticed and had to ask, "What?"

Not wanting her to break contact, he answered, "Just thinking how
beautiful you are tonight."

The statement caused Beverly to blush. She smiled and replied, "Thank
you."

As they rounded the corner of the street, two young men on bicycles
rounded at the same time from the other direction. In order to get out
their way Beverly moved to the left, causing her to bump into Jean-Luc
and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her to steady her. As the
bicycles and their riders continued, shouting back their apologies, 
Jean-Luc turned to ask if Beverly was all right - at the same time,
Beverly was doing the same. Their eyes locked, their mouths mere
inches apart, both feeling the familiar pull as their mouths met in a
tentative kiss.

They pulled apart only long enough for Beverly to wrap her arms around
his neck, his arms snaking around her waist, as they met again, this
time in a more passionate kiss. After what seemed like an eternity,
they broke the kiss reluctantly.  Jean-Luc smiled as he leaned towards
her ear and whispered in a husky voice, "Beverly?"

Beverly grinned, breathing heavily, "Yes...let's go to my...quarters."

Once they reluctantly released each other, Jean-Luc took her hand into
his as they walked back to her quarters, silence necessary in order to
keep them from resuming the kiss.

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Once they reached the door to her quarters, the familiar heat started
to rise in Beverly's belly as she twisted the knob on the door.  Once
the door was opened and they were safely inside, they immediately
resumed what they had started on the street.  This time the kiss had
more meaning, as their hands started to roam over the other's body.

Beverly backed slowly towards her bedroom, pulling Jean-Luc with her
as her hands went under his shirt, breaking the kiss only for a moment
as Beverly removed his shirt and threw it to the couch.  Jean-Luc
placed his hands under the hem of her dress and did the same with the
offending garment before capturing her mouth once again.

They continued their journey to her bedroom as they kissed, their
hands roaming to discover each other's body's. Once in the bedroom,
Beverly's legs met the edge of the bed and they fell, with Jean-Luc on
top, yet, never breaking from their kiss or hold.

Beverly wrapped a leg around Jean-Luc and thrust her pelvis, turning
them over so that she was on top.  She broke the kiss and looked down
into the eyes of Jean-Luc.  What she saw nearly sent her over the
edge. The desire and love etched into his eyes and face made her
smile. She reached behind her back, undoing the clasps of her
strapless silk bra. She let the garment fall into her hands, then
tossed it to the floor.

Jean-Luc's hands slide up her sides, making there way to her breast. 
He cupped them and sat up to take one nipple into his mouth, the other
he rubbed lightly with the tip of his thumb, then took it between his
thumb and forefinger. Beverly arched her back to meet his mouth and
finger, grasping his shoulders.  A moan escaped from her lips, as his
fingers twisted her nipple gently, his mouth suckling on the other.

He continued his teasing of her nipple and then began to kiss his way
down her body.  Once he reached the small crop of curls, he smiled as
she arched her back conveying her need to feel him.  He obliged by
flicking his tongue out to the small bud nestled in the center,
wanting to taste her essence as Beverly moaned and dug her fingernails
deep into his shoulders at the sensation that was sent through her.
Jean-Luc continued to lick the small bud, while his fingers gently
teased her nipple.  The other hand slowly made its way down her body.
Once it reached the opening to her desire, he began to make small
circles on the outside, teasing more, while flicking his tongue.
Beverly moaned and grabbed the pillow, digging her nails into the
cotton fabric as the waves of desire coursed through her. She hadn't
felt like this in a long time and to finally make love to Jean-Luc was
all she needed to send her over the edge.

Jean-Luc could tell that her peak was near and, not wanting her to
enjoy this moment without him, he stopped his ministrations. He kissed
his way back up her body; once he reached her mouth he stopped.

Beverly could see his hesitation in kissing her. Maybe he was worried
that she would not like to taste herself on his lips.  She stopped all
his fears as she placed her hand on the back of his neck, bringing him
to her mouth.  The kiss was hungry from unfulfilled desire from both. 
As the kiss continued, Beverly gasped into his mouth as his hard
desire entered her in one smooth stroke. Jean-Luc closed his eyes as
her internal muscles clamped around his hard shaft, the sensation
nearly sending him over the edge.

His rational mind closed down as the desire began anew. He began to
pump his hips with all his heart into her as deep as he could, wanting
to feel ever inch of her core. By the same token, Beverly pushed her
hips to meet his every thrust, wanting to feel his entire length.

The kiss broke, as Jean-Luc began to make his way back to her breast. 
He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling it like his life depended on
it. 

"Yes," Beverly said.

Jean-Luc released the nipple and looked into her eyes, slowing the
pace down some. He leaned over to whisper in her ear,  "Are you
enjoying it?"

Beverly smiled. "Yes. Don't stop, please!"

Jean-Luc began to pump harder again as Beverly scratched her nails
slowly down his back, causing goose bumps to appear.

Beverly's muscles began to contract even more as they looked into each
other's eyes, both close to the final orgasm.  The only words that
were uttered came from Beverly's mouth, "Oh God, Jean-Luc..." as the
wave crashed over her, followed by a loud grunt as Jean-Luc joined
her.

Spent and somewhat sweaty, Jean-Luc clasped his arms on top of Beverly
who wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Once Jean-Luc regained
some energy, he rolled off to lay next to her, pulling her to him.  He
kissed her ear lob and whispered, "I enjoyed that."

Beverly arched her eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "I should hope so."

Both laughed slightly. When the laughter stopped, Beverly turned to
look into his eyes.  The smiling hazel orbs were all the confirmation
she need of the question she wanted to propose.  He too, didn't regret
this act, this act of love making.  The love may still be unspoken,
but was evident as she turned and spooned her body to his - his arm,
wrapped tightly around her waist, was all the comfort she need.

Beverly sighed. "Umm, yes, makin' it great."

Jean-Luc laughed, "What?"

"Nothing," Beverly said, as she squeezed his arm, drifting off to
sleep.

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The End