The BLTS Archive- The Item Two
by DocBevCulver (docbevculver@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns them, but I don't have to totally live with
that. I do have an imagination, so the story is mine.

Author's notes: I had a lot of good feedback on my first drabble, most
of the feedback was, "Please, write a sequel to this, but not in a
drabble." So I did, and here it is.  Hope all like it. Feedback is
appreciated.

Special Thanks: Zoinky and Bevster for their little "push".  Zoinky
for her beta reading and Bevster for being smut deprieved. <s>

Archive: Yes please.

November 9, 1999

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A crowd had gathered to honor the senior staff of the U.S.S.
Enterprise-E at Starbase 180 for their contribution in saving the
Ba'ku homeworld and their way of life. It was a joyous celebration and
real wine was being served and all the people were enjoying the
festivities.

Doctor Beverly Crusher stood in the corner; she stood at an angle so
that she could look out the view ports of the space station.  The
Earth was spinning below, the colors of the ocean and clouds melting
together as each second passed.

Just as the continent of Europe passed below, a hand was placed on the
small of her back.  She jumped slightly at the sudden closeness of
Captain Jean-Luc Picard.  "Jean-Luc, you scared the devil out of me!"

Jean-Luc raised an eyebrow. "Who else would place their hand in such
an area?"

"Oh, I don't know. Admiral Blackman has this thing with placing his
hand there." Beverly said, a mischievous smile forming on her face. "I
think he has a fetish for my back, but I have no idea why."

Jean-Luc smiled at her teasing. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"

"Not much. It's a bit stuffy in here, if you ask me."  Beverly inched
her way closer to Jean-Luc. "Care to save a bored woman from an
untimely death?"

"Beverly!" Jean-Luc spoke, trying to give her a stern look. "We are
the guests of honor; we can't very well leave now."

Beverly huffed. "Why not? Most of the admirals are only honoring us to
cover their butts."

Jean-Luc nodded. "I know, Beverly, but we have to give the appearance
of being gracious at least."

"Very well," Beverly spoke.  She turned her head back to the viewport.

As she stood there, admiring the view, she realized that Jean-Luc had
not removed his hand.  Curious, she let her thoughts wander. 'I wonder
if he's forgot about the incident in my quarters the other day?'

She had been in need of some sexual release and had used her emergency
device.  But in her hazed mind, she had forgotten to replace it back
in its usual spot, in the drawer of her night stand.

Jean-Luc had asked if she would have a late dinner with him in the
lounge; she had agreed.  But when he had entered her quarters to
escort her to the lounge, he had spotted the item on her coffee table.

She felt totally embarrassed by the whole incident and, in her haste
to put the item back in its usual spot, she had answered his question
without thinking.  She had told him it was a personal item and hoped
that the subject would be dropped.  But that wasn't the case.  He had
followed her into her bedroom, and asked again what it was used for.
She felt trapped, and blurted out that she would just have to show
him.

Has her thoughts of that evening flowed through her mind, her face
flushed slightly.  Jean-Luc noticed this and grew concerned. "Beverly?
Are you all right?"

Beverly cleared her throat, "Umm, I don't think so.  Can we please
leave?"

Jean-Luc nodded and led the way to the doors. He nodded and spoke his
apologies to several admirals has they made their way out the door.

Once in the corridor, Beverly felt somewhat relieved that they were no
longer in the stuffy room.  Jean-Luc walked up to her side and placed
his hand, once again, on the small of her back.

Beverly could feel the heat of his hand, and shivered slightly at the
contact of his hand on her skin.  Her dress was opened back, with a
high neckline. The color was a light blue and its length came to just 
above her ankles.

Jean-Luc smiled and asked, "Feel a little better?"

"Yes," she spoke, as she smiled at him. "Thank you."

As they walked down the corridor, Beverly noticed how good the new
dress uniforms really looked on Jean-Luc. "Did you ever have the 
neckline fixed on your uniform?" she couldn't help but tease.

Jean-Luc gave her a stern look. "I told you before.."

"That my collar size is the same as it was in my Academy years,"
Beverly finished for him. "Come on Jean-Luc, you can tell me. I am,
after all, your best friend."

"Ok, I had it loosened a little," he admitted after a brief pause.

Beverly laughed. "Now see, that wasn't so hard."

The doors to the transporter opened upon their approach and, as the
two stepped through, they grew silent.  They stepped up on the 
transporter pads after Jean-Luc gave the coordinates to the chief.  
The familiar shimmer enveloped them and then they were once again on 
the Enterprise.

As they walked down the corridor towards Beverly's quarters, she
noticed that, once again, Jean-Luc had his hand on her back.

Beverly turned her head slightly to look at her friend's face; she
could tell he was debating over something.  Curious, she asked, "Jean-
Luc? Is something wrong?"

As they reached the door for Beverly's quarters, he spoke, "Well,
since you were talking about us being able to tell each other 
secrets...  I was wondering if.." He let the sentence trail off as the 
door opened on their approach.

Beverly walked through and waved Jean-Luc to enter.  "You were
wondering?"

Jean-Luc cleared his throat and then spoke, "Well, do you remember
yesterday?"

At the mention of the word, Beverly's face turned red. Jean-Luc
noticed this and asked, "What is it about that item that has you so
embarrassed? It can't be that bad."

"Yes, it can," Beverly whispered.

"You stated that you would show me what is was used for and I was
wondering if you could show me now?"

Suddenly the room was spinning around Beverly. 'Oh, Jean-Luc, how I
would love to show you.' Was her first thought, but she spoke,
"Jean-Luc, I told you it was a personal item and I really didn't mean
it when I said I would show you."

Jean-Luc's face showed his disappointment and Beverly's heart was
aching. "You really are that curious?"

"Yes."

Beverly chewed her lip, then said, "OK. But you might not enjoy
knowing."

"Why do you say that? It must be some kind of relaxation tool," he
stated.

Beverly was using all her will power not to laugh in his face as she
thought, 'Oh boy, are you going to be surprised.'

"Well, yes and no," Beverly stated. "It's hard to describe. I will
just have to show you."

She took his hand and led him into her bedroom.  Beverly released him
and walked over to the night stand to retrieve the item. She sat down
on the bed as Jean-Luc sat in the only chair that was in the room.

Beverly looked at her best friend's smiling face.  "First, I think I
should tell you exactly what this thing is used for, but I must warn
you..." She looked him in the eye, "It's meant to be used as a
pleasure device."

Jean-Luc's eyes widened and his throat constricted several times as he
swallowed repeatedly.  He looked into her eyes as he stood and walked
over to the bed.  He knelt down on his knees in front of her as he
spoke, "I still want you to show me."

Beverly's mouth opened to reply, but she was so stunned by his
response, that she couldn't speak.  'That was not the response I was 
expecting,' she thought.

"Please, Beverly, show me," Jean-Luc said, his eyes showing that he
was sincere in his request.

Beverly nodded her head and stood.  She reached down and lifted her
dress up to her waist as Jean-Luc resumed his place in the chair.  She
felt a little self-conscious and turned her back to him.

"Please, Beverly, don't turn your back to me. I want to see your
face," Jean-Luc pleaded.

Beverly turned back around, slowly, as she lifted her dress over her
head and now stood in nothing but her silk underwear.  She
instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest; this only made Jean-
Luc even more curious.  "Please, don't be worried, Beverly.  I wish to 
see everything. Let me," he smiled. "I want to see all of you."

Beverly loosened her grip on her chest and let her arms drop to her
side, which widened the smile on Jean-Luc's face.

Beverly relaxed and sat down on the edge of the bed and eased her way
to the center. Once in the center, she slid her panties down slowly 
off her hips and down her legs.

Jean-Luc wanted to help her, but stayed in his place, for fear that,
if he got involved, she would let her fear take over again and stop 
the whole process.

Beverly reached for the item and placed it between her legs. She took
the control switch and slowly turned the knob, causing the device to
start to vibrate.  She rested it on her clit, causing her to tremble
at the sensations that ran up her spine.

Jean-Luc could hear the hum of the device and watched as Beverly's
eyes closed.  He licked his lips, which were suddenly very dry, and 
watched with desire as Beverly turned the device up and started to 
push her hips towards the device in her hand.

She moaned and started to turn the device up once more which caused
Jean-Luc's own desire to become more evident as Beverly writhed on the
bed in obvious pleasure.

She continued to turn the device up a notch until she found the right
setting that wouldn't cause her to become numb. She moaned and pushed
her hips towards her hand.

Jean-Luc's pants were becoming noticeably tight as his own desire was
looking for release.  He rubbed his hand down the front as he tried to
adjust his swollen member to a more comfortable position.

Beverly's mind had totally forgot about Jean-Luc being in the room as
it became clouded with her growing arousal. She started to let her
mind wander to the person that she visualized when she used the item.

Jean-Luc was simply stunned when he heard his name spoken in ecstasy.
'She's thinking of me,' was his thought, and his desire was pleading
for release.  He wanted so much to delve into her sweet mounds and let 
her swallow him whole.  But he didn't want her to stop the 
demonstration.

Beverly was on the brink of her orgasm and started to moan louder. She
clutched her free hand on the side of the bed and started to shake as
the orgasm took hold and she cried out Jean-Luc's name again.

Jean-Luc couldn't handle it any longer.  He watched as her muscles
started to relax and walked over to the bed.

Beverly jumped slightly, as she could feel his weight come down on the
bed beside her.  She had forgot that he was in the room and asked,
confused, "Jean-Luc?"

Jean-Luc leaned forward, his face mere inches a part from hers. "I
want to replace that item. I want to feel you all around me." He
rubbed his hand up her leg, slowly. "I've dreamed of making love to
you and I want to make that dream come true if you will let me?"

Beverly could see the sincerity in his eyes.  She admitted to herself
that she had dreamed of the same thing for many years, but could never
find the courage to tell him.  Now was her chance to change the
mistake that she had made so many years ago, after they had returned 
from Kes-Pritt, a mistake that later she had wished she could have 
changed, but had never found the chance to do.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately,
convaying her answer to his request. He, in turn, deepened the kiss
and positioned himself over her.

Pulling at the hem of his shirt, Beverly threw it onto the chair that
he had occupied just a few minutes earlier.  Rubbing her hands up his
back, scratching lightly, causing him to shiver. Kissing and 
exploring, both enjoying the feel of the other's flesh on theirs.

Removing his mouth from hers, he moved down her neck, making his way
slowly to one rosy peak.  Taking it into his mouth, teasing it with
his tongue, he smiled as Beverly moaned.

Feeling confident at her vocalization, he trailed his left hand down
her side, placing it on her hip.  Making small circles on her stomach 
with the tips of his fingers, he made his way to the soft curls at the 
top of her most sensitive spot, stroking his hand softly through the 
small crop of auburn.

Closing her eyes, Beverly was enjoying the attention he was giving
her, gasping at the sudden touch of his fingertip to her most 
sensitive spot.  The familiar sensation that always arose in her 
stomach was there, wanting to be satisfied.

Probing his fingers into her depths, he stroked gently, sucking one
rosy peak in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, making small 
circles.

Moaning and arching her body, Beverly was lost in pure pleasure.
Rubbing her hands up his back to grasp his head in her hands, she 
pulled him closer to her chest.

He continued to tease her nipple, as his fingers probed.  Pulling his
finger out, he started to rub her most sensitive spot, causing her to
gasp and silently call his name.

Beverly could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Not wanting to
have her pleasure released alone, she whispered, "I need you. I want
you to feel the same pleasure."

Raising his head from her breast, he smiled, saying, "Do you want me
now?"

In a husky voice, she replied, "Yes."

Lifting himself off the bed, he removed his pants and briefs and
returned to the bed. He placed himself over her, his hands to either
side of her head.

Reaching between her legs, she wrapped her hand around his large
desire, stroking it gently.

Moaning, Jean-Luc closed his eyes at the sensation of her hand on his
manhood, loving the feel of her soft, gentle touch.

Guiding him to her entrance, she spoke, "I want to feel you inside as
I've imagined for so long."

Hearing the words, Jean-Luc smiled, his hazel eyes clouding with his
own desire to feel her. He entered, slowly, letting her body become
accustomed to his size.

As he entered, Beverly sighed and gasped as he reached the core of her
need in one stroke.  She pulled him to her so that she could taste his
sweet lips.

Kissing her softly, he continued to slide in and out of her warm
wetness, feeling her muscles clutching him with each stroke.

Gasping around his mouth, Beverly scratched her nails slowly down his
back until she reached his firm buttocks.  She squeezed them tightly,
pressing down with her hands, trying to convey that she wanted him
deeper.

Feeling her hands pushing, he responded to her silent wish by
thrusting as deep as possible, then slowly withdrawing in a long, slow 
stroke.

His speed increased as his excitement grew and she rose to meet each
of his thrusts, moaning and gasping. Beads of sweat bathed their 
bodies as the heat within and without became more intense. Their names 
were called out in passion, sometimes in a whisper, sometimes in a 
growl.

Their breathing more ragged as both moved toward their peaks. Beverly
ran her hands down his back, then clawed his shoulders as the first
wave of her orgasm took hold.

Feeling her muscles rhythmically tighten around him, hastened his own
ending, thrusting even harder.

Calling each other's names as their desires met, they collapsed into
each other's arms, loving the feel of their joining.

They stayed that way for several minutes, catching their breaths.
Jean-Luc finally found the air to speak, saying, "I love you,
Beverly."

Smiling, she answered, "I love you too, Jean-Luc."

Kissing on more time to seal their love, Jean-Luc rolled them both on
to their sides.

Lying next to her he wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you for
showing me the Item," he whispered into her ear.

"You're welcome," Beverly said, laughing. "I never thought that thing,
would bring me so much pleasure."

Looking into the hazel eyes of her lover, she asked, "Care to take a
shower?"

Jean-Luc rose from the bed and then turned back, offering her a hand.
"That sounds lovely, but only if we do it together."

Smiling, she took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet,
saying, "I had no intentions of letting you go alone."

Walking into the bath chambers, the shower was nearly forgotten as the
desire returned.

Making love once more in the shower, they cleaned each other's body of
the after affects of their love making.  They dried and returned to
Beverly's bed.  Jean-Luc spooned his body to Beverly's back, both
falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of each other, and the item that
brought them together.

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The End