The BLTS Archive - What Are Best Friends For?
by KimberlyG

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This story takes place immediately following the Star Trek: TNG
episode 'The Host'. It is an alternative ending, so to speak. I feel
this ending is much more likely than the one Paramount decided on.

(Although I don't think they would have aired this one, anyway. It's a
little bit naughty!)

All the characters in this story remain the property of Paramount, and
whoever Gene Roddenberry bequeathed his legacy to. It's a shame they
aren't as far sighted, and open minded as he was . . ."

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Counselor Deanna Troi was concerned. She'd just left Beverly, and the
doctor was definitely not herself. Ever since her lover had been
killed, and the 'Odan' symbiont had been placed in a new host,
Beverly had been despondent.

"Bev, listen to me," Troi had reasoned. "I know what's bothering you
the most is that the new host is a female Trill. But it's still Odan
in there, just with a new face."

"Yes, a woman's face. Is there something wrong with me, Deanna?  Why
am I finding it so hard to accept that Odan is still Odan, no matter
what his host body looks like?"

"I'm not sure. I do know humans seem to have trouble with same sex
relationships. It's a little difficult for me to understand, since on
Betazed it is quite common for two people of the same sex to fall in
love."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. My own first lover was a woman, called Sadan. She was a
friend of mother's, and I thought she was the most beautiful creature
I had ever seen. When ever she visited, I would hover around like a
silly little twit, just trying to be near her. Eventually she must
have tired of my emotions bombarding her at every opportunity,
because she invited me to visit her at her home, alone. When I
arrived, she took me by the hand, and led me straight to her
bedchamber. She made sweet love to me that afternoon, and I have never
forgotten how wonderful it was."

"Gosh Deanna, I had no idea. Yes, I suppose it is a human failing to
feel the way I do, but I'm not sure there is anything I can  do about
it."

The Counselor's eyes twinkled. An idea was forming in her mind,
though she didn't know if Beverly would be willing to go along with it
or not.

"Why don't you come by my quarters this evening, and we can work on a
solution to your problem?"

She remembered Beverly looking slightly puzzled, but she'd agreed to
be at Deanna's by 19:30 hours. Now, as Troi hurried along the
corridor, she ran over her plan in her head.

As far as Deanna was concerned, Bev just needed to feel relaxed about
being with another woman. And what better person to relax someone
than her best friend? A smile formed on the Counselor's attractive
face.

"Beverly my friend, just trust me, and I will make sure everything
works out for you. You have my word," Troi pledged under her breath.
She stopped in front of the door to her quarters and let herself in.

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Dr. Beverly Crusher took one last look in the mirror, and smiled at
what she saw. For some reason she wanted to look her best tonight,
and the image that was reflected back at her was just that. "Not bad
for an old broad," she said aloud, then with a final toss of her
head, turned and left her quarters.

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Deanna paced her room nervously. She was wearing her most
provocative outfit, and hoped she didn't look too obvious. 'Beverly
should be here any second,' she thought. She wondered how the older
woman would react to the dress' extremely low cut bodice, and thigh
high split. The material was filmy and light, and as she paced, the
dress flowed out behind her like the multi-coloured wings of a
butterfly.

The sudden tinkling of the doorbell startled her. "Come in," she
called out.

The door hissed open, and there stood the good doctor, her face
buried in shadow as the light from the hallway behind her framed her
head in a golden halo. She was wearing a dress that hugged her body
seductively, its neckline running low across her milky, white
shoulders. Her flaming red hair tumbled loosely down her back . . .
and Deanna realized she was staring open mouthed at the vision in the
doorway. She snapped her mouth shut, and smiled at her friend.

"Come in, Bev, come in. Uh, sit down, relax. A glass of wine?" she
babbled.

"Oh, Umm, okay, sure, thanks," Beverly babbled back. As the doctor
seated herself on the little sofa, she suddenly  felt very warm.
Deanna looked absolutely incredible! Her colourful, flowing outfit
perfectly complimented the dark curls and black eyes that were the
Betazoid's most outstanding features. Next to that bosom! Beverly
raised her eyebrows at her own thoughts. What was going on?  She had
a feeling she would find out soon, as Deanna leaned over to hand her
the glass of wine, and her breast brushed lightly against the top of
Beverly's head.

"So, how are you feeling?" Deanna asked cheerfully. She plopped
herself down on the sofa next to Beverly, and crossed her bare legs
sexily.

"A little warm right now. Are the climate controls malfunctioning in
here?" Beverly asked, wiping one hand across her perspiring forehead.

"No, everything is working fine." Deanna's eyes sparkled
mischievously. "Do you think maybe you're reacting to the way I'm
dressed, Bev?"

"What do you mean?" Beverly asked nervously. "I mean, you look very
nice, but I've seen you in civilian clothes before." She was trying
very hard not to stare at Deanna's more than ample bosom. She raised
her head and looked into the dancing, black eyes of the Enterprise's
Counselor.

"You look very nice too, Doctor. As a matter of fact, I would say you
look stunning. Did you dress like that just for me?"

"This old thing?" Beverly set her glass of wine on the small table in
front of her, and ran her hands down her thighs. She suddenly wished
the hem of her dress was a few inches longer. "I just threw this on
at the last minute. It's nothing special."

"Oh, I see. Well . . .  I wore *this* outfit just for you." She leaned
forward and placed one hand on Beverly's arm. "I think I know a way to
solve your problem, if you'll just trust me. You do trust me, don't
you?"

Troi's face had taken on a serious look. Beverly thought she knew what
Deanna had in mind, but she wasn't sure if *she* could go through with
it. She was sure of one thing though, she loved Odan, and if going
through with Deanna's plan would help her overcome her fears, then so
be it. She made a decision.

"Of course I trust you. Go ahead, Counselor . . .  enlighten me."

Deanna set her glass of wine on the table beside Beverly's and moved
herself closer to her friend. She leaned forward and ran her tongue
lightly along Beverly's lips, using her hand to push the doctor's
hair behind her ear. Then she began nibbling gently on Beverly's
earlobe.

Beverly sat stiffly, her hands folded in her lap. She wasn't sure what
to do. She was surprised to feel the tingling sensation running down
her back spreading to the area between her legs. 'My God,' she
thought, 'It feels so wonderful'. She turned her head so she was
facing the Counselor. Deanna met her halfway, and as their lips
touched, Beverly felt a shudder pass through her body.

The Betazoid was probing her lips with her tongue, slipping it
inside, mingling it with her own tongue. Beverly was surprised to
hear a moan building in her throat, and as if encouraged by the
sensual sound, Deanna wrapped her arms tightly around the Doctor,
pulling her close. Their kiss was passionate, and long, each of them
relishing the taste of the other.

Beverly was the first to break it off. Her breath were ragged as she
pulled back and stared into Deanna's face.

"Wait, please stop for a minute," she begged, pushing against the
Counselor's arms. "I . . . don't think we should be doing this.   I. .
.I  know what you're trying to do, Deanna, and I'm grateful, but I
think maybe that's enough for today. How about if I come back
tomorrow, and you can continue your, uh, 'therapy' then?" The Doctor
was almost pleading now, and Deanna let her arms slide off the older
woman's shoulders.

"Ahh, my sweet, beautiful Beverly. You pile up enough tomorrows, and
you just end up with a lot of empty yesterdays. But it wasn't my
intention to make you feel uncomfortable, just the opposite. If you
would like to stop, then we'll stop."

Deanna stood up, and seemed to glide over the floor to the food
replicator. "Two Alvarian teas, hot."

Beverly felt like an idiot. She could feel the hot blush making its
way up her neck to her face. What was wrong with her? She wanted
Deanna to make love to her, but she couldn't help feeling that
everything would change between them if she did. She cherished her
friendship with the young Betazoid, and didn't want anything to come
between them. The thought of what Troi had been willing to do to help
her made her feel even more absurd. She glared sullenly at her lap,
curling and uncurling her hands helplessly.

"Bev, don't be upset with yourself," the Counselor said gently, as
she placed the two steaming cups on the table. "I knew this might be
a difficult thing for you to do, but I really believed it was the
best way for you to see you can still love Odan no matter what sex his
host body is."

Deanna moved around behind the little sofa and placed her hands on
Beverly's shoulders. Gently, she began to massage away the tension
she felt there.

Beverly closed her eyes, and welcomed the relief, as her muscles
began to relax.

"I feel like a fool, Deanna, but if you were anyone else but my best
friend, I think this would be easier for me. I can't help feeling
that if we continue, it will affect our friendship in some way, and I
don't want that to happen." Beverly leaned her head back until it was
resting on Deanna's arm. "Do you think I'm being silly?"

Deanna squeezed the muscles in the doctor's neck hard. A powerful
feeling of frustration was consuming her, but she knew her friend was
genuinely concerned.

"I don't think you're being silly, Bev. However, if you really did
consider me your best friend, I would think you would have more faith
in my actions. I still think there is a chance for you and Odan to
be happy together, but I guess I'm the only one who does." Beverly sat
up and turned around to face the Counselor. She searched Deanna's eyes
for a moment, then stood and moved to stand in front of the Betazoid.
She reached out and took the younger woman's hands in her own.

"Deanna, I . . . I know . . . you're right. Please . . . help  me."

Deanna was beginning to lose patience with the doctor. Why did humans
have to make everything so complicated?  It was just sex, her
Betazoid half thought. But her human half felt a need to reassure her
friend.

"Look Beverly, I can't tell you how you will feel afterward. But I
can tell you how you feel right now. I sense your fear and
apprehension, but I also sense your curiosity. I know you're attracted
to me, and I think you should just relax . . . and let me show you how
wonderful being with a woman can be."

With that, the Counselor grabbed Beverly's wrists and pulled the
doctor to her. She felt little resistance from her friend as she
crushed her mouth against Beverly's lips. However, Deanna was a
little surprised at the response from the doctor.

Beverly shook loose of Deanna's grip, and grabbed the Counselor's
head between her hands. Her tongue was probing Deanna's mouth as she
pressed her body tightly against Troi's. This time it was Deanna who
broke off the embrace.

"So, I see you've decided I'm right after all," she said with a
laugh. She grabbed the doctor by the hand, and led her into the
sleeping chamber of her quarters.

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"Computer, dim lights please," Deanna said as they entered the small
bedroom.

Through the viewport Beverly could see the mass of stars, distorted
by the warp field, as they travelled toward Starbase 97. Deanna
placed her hands on Beverly's waist, and lowered her onto the bed.
She reached up and untied the ribbon that held her garment closed,
then lowered herself slowly onto the bed beside the doctor. The
front of her dress drooped open, allowing her magnificent breasts to
pop out of their prison.

"Touch me, Beverly," she whispered. When the doctor didn't move, she
took Beverly's hand and placed it between her breasts. Beverly's hand
was shaking as she slowly moved it across Deanna's chest. She could
feel her friend's heartbeat, strong and fast, reacting to her touch.
She took one of the erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger,
and squeezed. Deanna moaned with pleasure, and Beverly could feel her
own nipples hardening, straining against the material of her dress.

"Mmmm, that feels nice, Bev," the Counselor said dreamily.

Beverly placed her free hand on Deanna's other breast, and began
rolling both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The response
from her friend was more extreme this time. Before she knew what was
happening, Deanna had pushed Beverly back on the bed, and covered her
body with her own. Beverly struggled slightly at her sudden
helplessness, since Deanna had grabbed the doctor's wrists, and was
pinning her arms above her head.

"Okay, my friend, enough fooling around. Time to get down to
business," Deanna declared breathlessly. "If I let you go, you're not
going to run away, are you?"

Deanna's face was inches from Beverly's, and the doctor could feel
her hot breath on her skin. Her struggle had been instinctive, not
because she wanted to get away. She stared up into the ebony eyes of
her captor. . . and began to laugh.

"Deanna, for God's sake, let me go. If I wanted to leave, I don't
think you could stop me, but . . .  I'm not going anywhere." Deanna
let go of Beverly's wrists, and rolled off to one side.

"I'm sorry, Bev." she said, smiling in spite of her embarrassment.
"Got a bit carried away, didn't I? I hope I didn't scare you off."

Beverly raised herself up onto her elbow and grinned at her friend.
"Oh no, not at all. However, I was trying to picture you doing that
to Will Riker!"

This sent both women into reels of laughter, and as the last giggle
rolled from Deanna's mouth, Beverly stood and pulled her dress off
over her head. She wore nothing underneath.

Deanna sat up on the bed. During their struggle, the top of her
dress had fallen completely from her shoulders, and Beverly reached
out to slide the rest of it down her legs.

"All right, Counselor, what next?"

Deanna moved forward so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Taking Beverly's hand, she pulled her until the doctor stood
directly in front of her. Then she slid off the bed and knelt down.
As she used her fingers to part the wiry, red hair of Beverly's love
nest, she heard the doctor gasp.

"Oh God, Deanna!"

The Counselor moved her head into position, and began running her
tongue up and down on Beverly's clit. She licked and sucked and
nibbled, seeking the depths of the doctor's desire.

Beverly's legs were beginning to weaken, and she didn't know how much
longer she could stand up. The feeling of Deanna's tongue on her
like that, was overwhelming her, and her moans of pleasure were
increasing in volume.

As if sensing Beverly's wobbly state, Deanna stood up and guided her
back onto the bed. The two women lay side by side, and their lips
met in a frenzy of passion and yearning.

Beverly eagerly licked the stickiness from Deanna's face and mouth,
tasting the remnants of her love juice. As Deanna slid her body down
to continue her work, Beverly laid back and spread her legs. The
anticipation of that first touch was almost more than she could  bear,
and when Deanna's warm tongue once again penetrated her, she cried out
in joy and delight.

As Deanna moved her tongue in and out, in and out, Beverly knew she
could not take much more. She squeezed her nipples with her fingers,
her body bucking under Deanna's touches. When she came, her whole
body shuddered and shook, and her head thrashed back and forth upon
the pillow. A loud moan of pleasure rolled from her throat, and as
Deanna crawled up to lay beside her, she could feel her heart beating
wildly in her chest.

"Oooooooooh, Gooooooood!" she sighed.

"Well, what do you think?" Deanna asked.

Beverly slowly turned her head to look into her friend's twinkling
eyes. Deanna was grinning like the proverbial cheshire cat, and
Beverly had to laugh.

"Not bad, Counselor. Not bad at all. I was wondering, though.
Do you do this for all your patients?"

"No, just my friends."

Beverly laughed again, then reached out and pulled Deanna to her.
She kissed the soft skin of Deanna's neck, and licked the tip of her
nose. "I love you for doing this for me," she whispered.

"My pleasure, Doctor Crusher."

"Yes, it's time for your pleasure, I think."

Beverly gently pushed Deanna back on the bed, pausing for a moment to
admire the beauiful Betazoid. Deanna's skin was smooth, and soft.
As with all Betazoid women, she had no body hair, and the doctor ran
her hand along the length of her, stopping when she reached the
perfect mound of pink flesh halfway down.

Beverly climbed on top of the Counselor, and placed one leg in
between Deanna's thighs. She could feel the warm wetness of Deanna's
sex against her skin, and she slowly began moving her leg up and down
against it.

The Betazoid's nipples were large, and almost black in colour.
Beverly placed her mouth over one of them, and sucked lightly. She
used her teeth to nibble and bite, causing loud gasps of pleasure from
Deanna.

"Yes, yes, bite it harder, harder!"

Beverly squeezed her teeth tighter together, and as the woman beneath
her began wriggling with delight, she reached out and took the other
nipple between her fingers. She moved her head back and forth, taking
one breast in her mouth at a time, and using her fingers on the other.

Deanna had lifted her pelvis, and was rubbing herself hard against
the doctor's leg.  Her whimpers of excitement were causing Beverly's
own body to respond, and she lifted her head and panted into the air.

"No, don't stop, please! Bite them, bite them!" Deanna begged.

Beverly dropped her head and bit down hard. Deanna squealed with
excitement, and Beverly knew she must be near the edge. As Deanna
frantically moved her body against the doctor's leg, Beverly pushed
down harder against her.

Suddenly, a loud shriek filled the air, as Deanna's orgasm lifted her
body, and Beverly's, into the air. It was all too much for the doctor,
and she came a second time, alternately moaning and whimpering her
pleasure.

As Deanna's body slowly stopped its spasms, Beverly rolled off and
lay on her back, breathing hard.

"Wow! My dear Dr. Crusher, are you sure you've never done this
before?" Deanna panted.

Beverly turned to face her friend. "Nope, never have. But I'm a
pretty quick study, you know."

"Lucky for me!" Deanna reached out to touch Beverly's cheek. "So,
what do you think about all this now? Do you think you could go and
see Odan, at least talk to him . . . I mean her?"

Beverly thought for a moment. Maybe it was time for her stop
worrying about what everyone else thought. Wesley was all grown up,
and besides, he would probably be the first one to give his blessing.
Jean-Luc?  She knew he would only want her to be happy. She stared
at Deanna, lying there beside her. What she had just done had taken
more courage than she ever thought she had. It was time to take the
next step.

"Yes . . .  I think I'm ready now, thanks to you."

Deanna rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I only showed you that it's
possible to follow your heart, no matter what the circumstances. Now,
let's get you ready to meet your destiny." She bounded off the bed,
dragging Beverly behind her.

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An hour later Beverly stood nervously outside the door to Odan's
quarters. She had showered, and changed into something not quite so
suggestive. 'One step at a time,' she thought. Just as she was about
to ring the bell, the door whooshed open, and there stood Odan.

"Dr. Beverly, what a wonderful surprise!" The pretty blond Trill had
a look of astonishment on her face. "After our last conversation, I
had the distinct feeling you never wanted to see me again."

"Yes . . .  I know . . .  that's why I'm here. A very wise friend of
mine gave me some excellent advice, and I see now that I was wrong to
let you go. I love you, Odan. Please forgive me for being such an
idiot."

"My name is Kareel Odan," she replied, her eyes filling with tears.
"And you will never know how happy you have just made me, my Dr.
Beverly."

Beverly reached out and fell into Kareel's open arms, the last of her
reservations disappearing into space.

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The End