The BLTS Archive - The Promise of the Goddess
by RosyRock (rosyrock1968@yahoo.com.au)

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Published: 02-18-06

Updated: 02-18-06

Disclaimer: Paramount owns them all. I just lure them into a
static warp bubble, where anything goes!

The last part of the series. (I think)

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Beverly's child had been born just as the sun had come up on
Caldos. After a short but painful labour she had given one
last great push to bring her baby daughter into the world.

Welcome child, the Goddess had whispered.

Jean Luc had felt, as he held his daughter for the first
time, that the universe was finally as it should be. At long
last he had the woman he loved more than life itself by his
side and she had born his child. The baby conceived with
love on a fiery Beltane Eve.

Two months later, they had received word that the Enterprise
E was to be commissioned.

Jean Luc had, of course, been offered the position of
Captain.

Beverly, he knew, was not keen to leave Caldos so soon. But
her love for him meant that she would be by his side on the
Enterprise E, come what may.

Still, he hadn't given Starfleet his answer yet.

The fields behind the house had now blossomed with the
flowers of Spring. Jean Luc wandered through them, musing
about the last time he had been here, collecting the
hawthorn branches and blooms for Beverly's May Boughing
garland.

Beverly had drawn him back to her on Caldos like a
honey-toned Siren. Coming along the road to her house, he
had seen her and been pleasantly surprised at how swollen
her belly had become with his child. The evidence of their
coming together on that fiery Beltane Eve making him ache
with need.

The thought of her filled him with such fierce emotion. He
had never felt about another being the way he felt about
her, as he had from the first time he had set eyes on her.
He remembered the very first words she had ever spoken to
him. How he had admired the fiery beauty of her hair against
the ivory of her skin. The thrill he had always felt when he
had the chance to secretly observe her. Committing to memory
how she had worn her hair and how beautiful she had looked
in a certain dress. The primal way he had wanted to possess
her and have her love. After so many years of worshipping
her from afar, he couldn't believe she was his now - to
touch, to hold, to bed...

He had been almost overpowered by jealousy at seeing her in
the arms of her old lover. His fists unconsciously clenched
at the memory of it even now. He had felt raw outrage at
seeing another man place his hands on her belly and cover
her mouth with his kiss.

Oh god, had he lost her?

He had laid his claim to her in the only way he could,
relying on the physical need that had always flowed between
them to speak for him. Just to touch her sent a shock
through his senses, and he felt Beverly's answering desire
as he had kissed her creamy skin. He had pulled her to him
roughly, his need for her overwhelming, and had felt her
surrender, her hands along his back, her tongue against his
flesh, tasting him. The longing he had felt for her exploded
in him. His accent had thickened as he found himself telling
her just how much he had missed her body, how much he had
wanted to feel her touch him, to hear her voice as she
moaned in her passion. . . .

Then felt his daughter move restlessly in Beverly's womb

My child. . .  The reality of his baby and the future ahead
of them became, at that moment, crystal clear.

He had seen Beverly's smile, one of total forgiveness and
unconditional love.

They had slowly begun to made love. After so long apart, he
had tried to restrain himself, but Beverly had shown him
that there was no need. He recalled the words she had
whispered to him as he had fulfilled her and once again made
her his.

No guilt. No sin.

With a smile, he turned and walked back across the field to
Beverly's little house. He knew that she would be feeding
the baby. He had found that he loved to watch as Beverly
nourished his child with her breast milk.

His child, his future, was growing stronger every day.

And after, maybe, just maybe he could convince Beverly to
sleep in this morning, and he would join her in the big old
bed.

Starfleet and the Federation, he decided, could wait.

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The End