From odogoddess@aol.com Tue Jan 20 23:43:46 1998 Path: news9.ispnews.com!news8.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!cezanne.op.net!op.net!news-xfer.netaxs.com!fastnet!howland.erols.net!nntp.abs.net!newspeer.monmouth.com!uunet!in1.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 1/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 23:43:46 -0800 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 355 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.151.144 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news9.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:3755 Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 1/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 05:13:39 -0500 From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com To: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated TNG: Vive Le Q (R, P/C, Vash & Q) by Judith Medina / OdoGoddess@aol.com ---------------------------------- Series/Rating: TNG, R Why: a little sex, a naughty R/C scene, an unwanted erection, an angry naked captain... Pairings: mostly P/C, but R&T and Vash & Q show up Spoilers: "Q-Pid" Archiving: BONC, ASC. Anyone else, please ask. Linking/Distribution: same as archiving -- please ask first Summary: A behind-the-scenes view of "Q-Pid" Author's Note: Printed in Involution 10, Oct. 95. The episode left a lot of little holes I thought I'd try to fill. ---------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: The Next Generation and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- VIVA LE Q! by Judith Medina (OdoGoddess@aol.com) "I just want you to understand that I care for Jean-Luc, Doctor." Vash's words caused Beverly Crusher to freeze in her tracks, just prior to entering Ten-Forward. The smaller womans momentum activated the door sensor though, and Crusher had no choice but to follow her in. The door closed behind her as it had a hundred times before, but she had never experienced the singularly unpleasant sensation she did now; she could almost feel the eyes of everyone in the room staring at her. They weren't however. A dozen different conversations continued with her entrance, just as they had always done before. No one so much as gave her a second look. Beverly took a breath, steeled herself and went to the bar where Vash had already ordered herself a drink. Crusher suddenly found herself thinking that this was a singularly good idea. "A Manhattan. A large Manhattan," she intoned, ignoring Guinan's slightly widened eyes. The bartender nodded thoughtfully and brought her a very large Manhattan. After a steadying swallow, Beverly looked up to find Vash watching her curiously, not impolitely or pointedly. Oddly, it made her blush. In consternation, Crusher looked deep into her glass and sipped some more Manhattan. She looked over the rim briefly to find Vash still watching her intently, then finally put the glass down and asked sharply, "What is it?" Vash smiled. It was so genuine and inoffensive a gesture, that Crusher had to follow suit. "I'm so glad I met you, Doctor." Crusher shook her head and sighed, "Please call me Beverly, Vash." "I'm so glad I met you Beverly. You are a most important piece of the puzzle known as Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Starship Enterprise." Without conscious thought, Crusher stiffened at the sound of his name. Her eyes spoke volumes, although her face remained impassive. Vash sighed. "I care about him, Beverly," she said simply, knowing the doctor would look up at this. "I don't love him, though. At least not in the conventional way." "I don't think we should talk about this." The young woman shook her head. "I think you need to know this: He loves you, Beverly. In the conventional way." Blue eyes met Vash's brown ones in widened recognition. She found she couldn't speak. "He does," Vash reiterated quietly. "And he loves me, too, although it's not and never will be in the way that he cares for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you, Beverly. Know this. There is nothing between us, him and I, which will hurt or would ever hurt your relationship. We just had a very pleasant vacation and shared a bit more than the normal tourist adventure on Risa. It was never a matter of love everlasting. More of a let-your-guard-down fling." To her astonishment, Beverly found herself sighing. "I know." Vash smiled again. "Good." When Crusher said nothing else, Vash continued softly. "I do love him... in the cosmic way. And I care about what happens to him. Happened to him. Is he alright?" Crusher knew intuitively that Vash referred to the Borg Incident and her cheeks burned hotly as she remembered the nights of desire and pain and harsh demand that had occurred following Jean-Luc's recovery. She would never ever forget or regret them, although they had shared precious little of love-making since. This thought made her swallow heavily. She turned bright blue eyes to Vash, who simply waited patiently. "Yes. He recovered." "Still...he must have forgotten what it's like to do something just for the fun of it. They must have taken away the easy smile, the lightness of heart. I can see that in him, sense it in his touch." Beverly swallowed heavily again at this, unable to deny it. Even when he held her as closely as it was possible for two people to be, Picard had shut off that portion of his personality known as whimsy. He could never completely relax, never just smile or laugh without a wariness in his eyes that made her stomach tighten. It hurt her more than if she had been unable to heal him and was something she could never admit to, hadn't admitted to anyone, even Deanna. Worse, the alien probe which had locked onto his mind for twenty-five minutes had changed him even more. He had grown even more thoughtful and restrained. She had read his official record on the matter, as well as his personal journal, which he had permitted after a few months time had passed. It disturbed her deeply to discover he had learned of the pleasures of love and family from the alien perspective of a long-dead culture. Now she sighed, an eloquent statement of her deep feeling and concerns. Her eyes avoided Vash, although she hated her weakness before this ingenuous and likable woman. "You don't have to answer. But...if it's alright with you...I'd like to take a stab at rehabilitating the patient," Vash smiled gently, to remove any resentment on the Doctor's part. "I owe it to him. And I won't proceed unless I have your okay on the matter. What you both have I could never interfere with." Crusher nodded, near tears, but happy and relieved. If anyone could possibly bring even a fraction of the buoyant Jean-Luc Picard back, it would be this woman. She could sense it and the thought brought surprisingly little jealousy to her. Abruptly she sat up straighter, feeling an invisible burden roll off her shoulders. She swallowed again, this time to remove the tightness of her throat and smiled at Vash. "Not that you honestly need my permission, but I appreciate your asking me," Beverly admitted quietly, adding, "if anyone can bring him out of his shell, Vash, I'd bet my salary it was you." "Don't bet, Doctor. I'm no miracle worker and never claimed to be, but I will treat him gently, and return him to you, hopefully in better condition than before." "What more could I ask for?" Crusher joked quietly. She swallowed a touch more of her drink, feeling the effect and allowing it to relax her. A sudden thought occurred. "Say, have you ever seen the ship before?" Vash lifted a brow. "Only on the outside, Beverly. Is this an offer for a grand tour?" "Well, yes, if you have the time. I'm off duty and..." her voice trailed off as Will Riker approached them. His eyes were glued to Vash and the look in them was predatory as a desert hawks. She murmured quietly, "Yellow alert." To her amusement, Vash simply lifted a brow at this prevailing, double-signal which women used when warning another of an unwelcome advance headed their way. She was ready for Riker, especially once Crusher had informed him who she was and then let him continue the tour from there. Crusher still got a smile from thinking about it at the end of her shift. Both men would hopefully get just what they deserved. Beverly had not reckoned with Q's pesky interference, however... =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= Three days after the Q-generated adventure in Sherwood Forest, Beverly found herself in the holo-deck, up to her neck in hot, soothing mud. The recreation was of a spa she had visited once in England, filtered light and unobtrusive symphonic music adding to an immensely comfortable ambience. She was bone-weary, the little Q-generated escapade having provided her more than adventure, having given her several bruises and a badly bruised wrist. Her body also complained of harsh treatment, having had to sleep overnight in a damp bed of moss which had been laid atop the uncomfortable root structure of some ancient tree. Now she luxuriated in a mud spa, long glorious red hair bundled into a bun atop her head. Her clothes were draped over a low stone wall nearby along with several fluffy towels, behind all of which were a set of showers, designed to wash off the mud from bathers. She sighed contentment. The sound of the holo-deck doors signalled someone entering and caused her to call out warningly, "This room is occupied!" While Crusher was no prude, she certainly did not want just anyone walking in while she was naked in a tub full of steaming, hot mud. "Ah..." exclaimed Deanna, rounding the vine-covered walls surrounding the tub to peer in on the Doctor. Beverly relaxed. "This looks wonderful, Beverly." "Join me, if you like, Deanna." "Thank you, I think I will." Without further ado or a trace of self-consciousness, the Betazoid began removing her uniform. Her body, the Doctor noted with clinical directness, was extremely slender, almost fragile looking. Currently, it sported evidence of Q's harsh treatment in the Sherwood Forest simulation he had sent the ship senior officers to. Beverly winced at a couple of the bruises Troi's disrobing had revealed. "Do those hurt, Deanna?" She inquired in her CMO voice. Her hand touched a few of her own under the mud, thinking privately that they must look just as bad as her friends. Troi paused before entering the tub to look ruefully at one purple-colored thigh. "Hurt? Not really. It's more like an ache from my toes up to the roots of my hair." "I'd second that. This mud will help soothe away the worst of the ache." "Wonderful." Deanna gingerly stepped into the tub, slowly acclimating to the sensation until she was, as was Crusher, neck- deep in the heated therapeutic mud. "Wonderful." She repeated again, settling back and allowing the damp heat to seep the ache from her bones. She opened her eyes, however, as she sensed a change in the Doctor's attitude. Beverly looked at her expectantly, knowingly. Her blue eyes narrowed as she spoke. "Deanna, you came in here for more than Crusher's hot mud spa therapy. Spill it." Troi smiled at this forthrightness, then winced as she changed position slightly and settled back in the mud. "You're right, Beverly. I did come looking for you," she paused, considering her next words then seemed to make a decision. "What kind of a friend do you think I would be if I ignored you at a time like this?" Crusher arched a regal brow. After a moment she said softly, "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Deanna." Troi arched her own silky brows at this and just looked at Crusher expectantly. When the doctor remained close-lipped, the Betazoid shook her head and changed tack. "Beverly, it would help if you could talk about what happened between the Captain and Vash." Crusher shook her head abruptly, eyes and voice hardening. "No. I don't think it would be helpful or appropriate." Troi almost sighed, but nodded slightly instead and looked down, watching bubbles roil up through the thick mud, level off and burst against the surface. To her surprise, the Doctor continued her train of thought. "After all...I don't very well know and I can't very well ask Jean...the Captain about his love life. I mean...well, it's not an appropriate Doctor/patient sort of thing." "It is for me." Astonished blue eyes met liquid black ones. "Are you trying to tell me that you would be willing to breach patient confidentiality to draw me out?" Deanna shook her head, "No. Not at all. I'm merely stating that I can inquire about a crew persons love life, as you put it. And I am inquiring now, being empowered to do so by my authority as Ship's Counselor." Beverly paled somewhat and her face grew apprehensive. Deanna was glad; she had hoped the doctor would not get offended or angry. She said nothing further, merely waited the several long moments before Beverly's response. "I...I just can't talk about it now, Deanna," Crusher finally murmured, looking at the same mud bubbles that had so intrigued the Counselor before. "It's too complicated...too close to the surface." "I agree. In my professional opinion, this issue is like an infection. It has reached the point where it needs to be lanced and drained of it's contaminated contents. Your seclusion and denial isn't healthy." "Deanna... please. Just give me another day. I promise I'll talk to you tomorrow at this time, but right now..." her blue eyes brightened suspiciously, but her voice remained firm as she finished quietly, "I haven't even come to terms with it yet, at least not entirely, not in my heart." The Betazoid levelled sympathetic eyes on her friend and then nodded. She began to stand, preparatory to exiting the tub when Beverly suddenly stood, sluicing mud off her limbs and torso with quick and decisive movements. Troi noted the doctor winced as she touched the shoulder and hip she had bruised in Sherwood Forest. She also noted that Crusher did not dare to wipe at the glistening tears on her cheeks as she hurried behind the low stone wall to shower off the remainder of the mud. =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= -- 2B Cont'd -- -- ****************************************************** ***When voting for the Golden Orgasms, PLEASE reply*** ***to ascem@yahoo.com and NOT to ASCEM(L).************ ***Votes posted to the group will not be counted****** ****************************************************** Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com From odogoddess@aol.com Tue Jan 20 23:43:12 1998 Path: news9.ispnews.com!news8.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!cezanne.op.net!op.net!news-xfer.netaxs.com!fastnet!howland.erols.net!ais.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 2/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 23:43:12 -0800 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 317 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.151.144 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news9.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:3753 Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 2/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 05:13:45 -0500 From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com To: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: The Next Generation and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- VIVA LE Q! part 2 by Judith Medina (OdoGoddess@aol.com) Will could not ignore the buzz of his door sensor if he tried, long years of command had instilled in him the quality of constant preparation. The Borg and Q together had cultivated this quality to a fever-pitch and he still experienced a surge of blood pressure at any sudden changes to his environment. What made him reluctant to answer this morning was the fact that he had opted to sleep nude. He also had the urgent need to urinate, which situation he had been ignorant of in his sleep. Awake, his need was not only vast, but also highly noticeable; his erection being of monumental proportions this morning, curving against his left hip even when he stood. "One moment please!" he called grumpily, grabbing a robe and stalking into his bathroom to assuage his need. After a lengthy interval, he exited, fully robed and stood by his dispenser. "Come in." To his surprise, Data stood at his door, wearing his customary uniform although he was not technically on-duty. He held his cat, Spot, in one firm yet gentle hand. The other held what looked to be a handful of Triolean Fire Gems. Closer inspection revealed a heavily sequined collar. Riker blinked and sighed noisily. "Coffee. Hot & Black." he barked shortly. The requisite beverage materialized at his replicator and he immediately retrieved it and swallowed a goodly portion of it, ignoring the burning sensation on his inner lip and tongue. Another swallow and he almost felt like waking up completely. "Well, Mr. Data...and Spot. To what do I owe this honor?" he set his cup down on the table and sat there before it, watching the android step into his room and take a firmer grip on his cat. Data's yellow eyes conveyed puzzlement and uncertainty, two emotions Riker could attest that his android friend and co- worker did, in fact, feel and comprehend. He lifted Spot to demonstrate. "Sir, per the Captain's order of leashed animals aboard ship since the unfortunate incident yesterday, I have attempted to ascertain an appropriate collar and leash for Spot." He held the cat closer to Riker who could hear the faint contented feline purr. "Yes, indeed." Riker eyed the feline with slight apprehension. "The Captain's wording of the order has left me no recourse but to ask your help, sir," Data finished confidently. This did not help Riker at all; his still-sleepy eyes were puzzled and his brows knit in confusion. Will scrubbed a hand over his face. "Data, I don't understand what you're trying to tell me, even after some coffee. Repeat please." "Per standing orders, sir, and I quote," abruptly Data's voice became Jean-Luc Picard's, every inflection identical; "All crew members and/or family with a companion animal or pet aboard ship shall keep said pet in their quarters, preferably within a containment field or enclosure or other suitable area while on duty. During an animals normal constitutional ventures in the ship's outer corridors, a suitable collar and leash or other appropriate restraint shall be used at all times in order to maintain the safety and security of all aboard. Any difficulties with the discharge of this order should be communicated to First Officer Riker who is in charge of enforcement of this regulation." Will nodded, wishing Data would come to the point and that he could sleep another half-day. "Aye?" "Sir, I cannot seem to actually put the collar on Spot." Data wiggled the sequined collar and looking at Spot almost ruefully, he finished mildly, "per the Captain's order, I am requesting your assistance." =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= Beverly found herself in her cabin, frustrated, tearful and downright annoyed. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought in aggravation. I asked her to. Hell, I practically gave her my blessing! Maybe I just figured that she never actually would... Crusher sighed ruefully, almost beginning to cry again. Mother- of-all, I hope this is just a touch of pre-menstrual hormone buildup... The door chime sounded abruptly and she frowned, wiping at her face, hoping her eyes weren't too red or swollen. There was little she could do about the robe she still wore. Well, it is my off-duty time so whoever it is can just...! "Come in!" To her shock, Vash stepped in, somewhat uncertainly. The woman wore a khaki-frontier outfit, as if prepared to go on safari and in point of fact, a bush hat was held in her hands. She twirled it around, as if unsure of her reception. "What do you want?" Crusher asked point-blank, not rudely, but with a great deal of barely restrained curiosity. Vash shrugged, then said, "Before I left I had to speak with you, Beverly. One Captain's woman to another." The doctor swallowed, eyes widening with astonishment. "Captain's_?" Vash put the hat on the table between them and turned to pace. "Let's not mince words, Doctor. You know what I mean and I know that you love Jean-Luc." Crusher frowned, not angrily, "Yes. But the term 'Captain's woman' has questionable connotations as regards the relationship that we have." Vash turned around again. "True. But it's also true that we both love Jean-Luc Picard. He is the Captain. And it's true that he loves us both." "I don't think that we should talk anymore about this, Vash." "I do." Vash turned to stalk back to the table and face her from across it. "I'm also leaving him, Doctor. I may not return. Or I may. But I know one thing for certain: Jean-Luc may love me for the taste of adventure I bring to his life, but Beverly... he loves you because you are his life. He loves you for all the other reasons. And I need someone who will love me that way and not just because I'm someone to liven up his regimented life every now and again." Crusher swallowed, not trusting herself to speak, but she did. Her voice was a whisper that Vash heard only due to her proximity. "Are you telling him you're leaving, Vash?" "I'm flighty, Doctor, but I'm not heartless." Vash smiled to take the sting out of her words. "Yes. I told him already. And now, I leave him to your hands. I think he's...come a ways out of his shell. I hope he'll decide to enjoy life again. At least I hope I had something to do with that." This said, the woman turned to leave when Beverly came from around the table and said, "Wait!" Vash turned again and did so, surprising Crusher who had no idea what she had intended to tell her. She smiled sheepishly. "Where will you be going?" "You surprise me, Beverly. Here I thought you'd tell me to never return. Or worse, to tell me you knew all along I'd abandon Jean-Luc." The doctor waved an impatient hand, "Bother all that, Vash! You're the most honest person I know and_" "And if the circumstances weren't what they were we might be friends?" Vash asked impishly. Beverly nodded. Vash smiled then, a beatific smile that brightened the room and made Beverly join her. Suddenly a flash of light presaged the appearance of Q, which made Beverly's eyebrows knit in an unpleasant way. "Tut, tut, Doctor Crusher. A moue like that could well become frozen on your face for all time..." he demurred warningly, his voice never failing to give Crusher a touch of heartburn as well as a menacing chill down her spine. "What are you doing here Q?" was all she said though, ignoring his obvious threat. His eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Little old me? Why I just came to retrieve Vash. She told me she had some unfinished business, so of course I left her alone, believing her to even now be in the arms of lusty old Jean-Luc, enjoying a hopelessly sentimental interlude. I didn't want to intrude, after all it's going to be a long time until we return, maybe not in his lifetime and I did want to be sure that they had a good time. So after what I deemed to be enough time, say five minutes or so_" "Q..." Vash's voice held a touch of warning that Crusher had never heard anyone save Guinan use on the paranormal powered entity. It gave her pause. "Yes, my pet?" he turned to her in supercilious tones which caused Crusher to make another face of distaste. "I expect you to behave in an appropriate fashion when we are among humanoids." To Crusher's horrified astonishment, she noted that Vash had no fear of Q whatsoever. To Crusher's surprise Q bowed to Vash and simply shut up. She turned to look at the woman with more than a little respect and not a little concern. "Vash, you're leaving with him?" Q made a harrumphing noise and sat on her couch. Beverly ignored him. Vash nodded. "Yes. He's made me an offer that I find I simply can't refuse." Crusher spared him a glance, noted he was now inspecting his nails with fascination and shook her head. "You know, I don't know whether to congratulate you or warn you to run away as fast as you can." "I'm a big girl, Doctor Crusher. I can take care of myself. And if Q doesn't watch out for me, I will come back to haunt him for the rest of his misbegotten life, which he has assured me is eternal." Q stood now, obviously bored and impatient. "Yes, of course. Can we please go?" Vash lifted a brow at this show. "My, my Q. You shouldn't put on such a show of hurry if you really want people to believe you are eternal. I don't think an omnipotent being would be snotty, rude and impatient." "I am not being snotty, rude or the least bit impatient, my dear. I can just think of twenty-three million better things to be doing or seeing as I sit and wait for you to say whatever you wanted to the good doctor here." He turned then and looked Crusher up and down and added, "Charming bathrobe, Doctor." "Q..." Vash said in a warning tone of voice. The alien turned to her immediately, "But I was being every bit as polite as I know how!" Vash ignored him and held out a hand to Beverly. "Thank you, Doctor. I entrust the patient to your care. From now on...and I wish you all the best." Crusher nodded, throat tight as she realized that this woman was really not all that bad, and also that circumstances being what they were, it was quite likely she may never see her again, that Q might do some incomprehensible thing or desert her. "Nonsense," Q muttered, annoyed. "You and Jean-Luc are perfect for each other, my dear Beverly. He was also worried that I might do some unconscionable thing and desert poor Vash here in some forsaken wasteland. Well, I will assuage your fears. For one, I do not intend to take Vash anywhere that is not perfectly hospitable and doesn't have at least one safe and luxurious boarding place. For another, I don't back out on my word, regardless of what you may believe and I promised Jean- Luc that I would take care of dear Vash. You now have my word on that as well, Doctor Crusher." Beverly nodded, then turned to Vash who was still holding out her hand. She took it with both of hers, a warm, human touch that it occurred to her Vash might not feel again for a very long time. To her surprise, Vash's eyes grew suspiciously moist, but the woman only held her hands warmly in her own and then stepped back to stand beside Q. "I'm glad that you and I...aren't enemies, Beverly." Just before Q snorted in irritation and snapped his fingers to make them disappear, Beverly said quickly, "I'm glad too, Vash." In the sudden disturbing quiet of her room, Beverly wondered if Vash had heard her. After another lengthy moment, she headed for her bathroom and a hot, steamy shower. =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= -- 2B Cont'd -- -- ****************************************************** ***When voting for the Golden Orgasms, PLEASE reply*** ***to ascem@yahoo.com and NOT to ASCEM(L).************ ***Votes posted to the group will not be counted****** ****************************************************** Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com From odogoddess@aol.com Tue Jan 20 23:42:12 1998 Path: news9.ispnews.com!news8.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!globalcenter0!news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.idt.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!199.0.154.56!ais.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 3/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 23:42:12 -0800 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 405 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.151.144 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news9.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:3732 Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! (R, P/C, Vash & Q) 3/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 05:13:51 -0500 From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com To: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: The Next Generation and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- VIVA LE Q! pt. 3 by Judith Medina (OdoGoddess@aol.com) "I wish to thank you again, Commander." Data said brightly as he was about to exit Riker's quarters, the sullen, but now- collared Spot in one hand. "Don't mention it." Riker muttered wearily. He waved them out of the room, then strode to his bathroom to survey the damage. Pulling back his robe revealed livid weals and bloody claw- marks, Spot's stamp of ingratitude as regarded his new collar. Will dabbed at a deep scratch with a washcloth, winced as the gossamer edges of the scratch were mashed, tore loose and began to bleed profusely again. He dropped the cloth into his wash basin and trudged to his room control panel. "Computer, location of Doctor Crusher." "Doctor Beverly Crusher is in her quarters." Will considered this, looked at his chest again, then made a decision and strode out of his room. =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= "Come in!" Crusher was in her bathroom, slipping quickly into her night robe, the clean and dry garment available to her as she stepped from a steamy sonic shower. The silken fabric immediately clung to her wet skin and she pulled at it futilely for a moment before heading out in resignation. Who was calling on her? Will Riker stood in her living area, bloody scratches on his chest, runnels of blood matting in his chest hair. Forgetting all about her attire, she immediately grabbed her medical kit on the table and headed for him. "Will! What happened to you?" Riker swallowed as he noticed the translucent material against Crusher's wet, naked body. He cleared his throat and tried to ignore it. His voice was gruff. "I'm sorry to bother you in your quarters, Doctor, but...I didn't want to explain to all of Sickbay what happened. Rumors fly aboard a ship." "Yes, indeed." Crusher noted her tricorder readout and pulling Riker's arms out of his robe to make her own visual assessment of his injuries. The robe slipped down his body and only his swift grab as it slipped past his hips kept him from standing naked before her. The doctor scarcely noticed as she ran a delicate finger alongside a mark on his shoulder and aimed her tricorder directly at it, her medical persona coming to the fore. She frowned. "Go ahead and sit on the bed, Will. I'm sorry it's not made, but..." her voice trailed off as she recalibrated her tricorder and ran it over his chest and shoulder area. She finally spoke with certainty. "Feline. Definitely feline claw marks, a good half-inch deep. I bet they sting like the blazes." "They certainly do." He perched on the edge of her bed, acutely uncomfortable, the silky material of his robe pooling at his waist leaving him all but naked. He realized that Beverly wore only a robe as well; a very clingy, transparent one. He noted the damp moisture gently contouring her chest and hips and he cursed his rapidly growing erection; if anyone were to walk in... The door chimed and without thinking, now fishing in her medical kit for a sealant spray unit, Beverly called out, "Come in!" Riker threw a corner of the bed sheet over his lap and held his breath. The door slid open to reveal the Captain, in full uniform, with a book in one hand and a pleased expression on his face. "Beverly, I hope you're hungry because..." He strode well into the cabin before realizing that Will sat on Beverly's bed-- seemingly naked...with bleeding scratches prominently displayed on his chest and shoulders. Beverly stood rummaging in a drawer, naked beneath a damp, silky night robe. The words died in Picard's mouth. Beverly turned, having found the unit. Seeing Jean-Luc and the expression in his eyes made her look down, then look at Will on her unmade bed and abruptly swallow. Her voice was a squeak of sound. "Jean-Luc!" She cleared her throat. "What a...surprise." "Yes, indeed." Picard's eyes demanded explanation, although his hands nervously twitched on the book as if he desperately wanted to leave. He could not, for the life of him, think of anything intelligent to say. Beverly spoke brightly, hoping to dispel the oppressive atmosphere. "I was just about to treat Will!" Jean-Luc blinked. Beverly winced. Damn, damn and double damn!! Riker closed his eyes and shook his head at this, mentally trying to will his steely blood-engorged organ to stand down. "Yes, indeed." The Captain's gaze went from one to the other. Having thrown the bed cover over his lap, Riker realized Picard could not see the robe; it would appear, he knew, as if he was simply nude in Beverly's bed. Worse, Picard had noted the suspicious looking bulge outlined against the thin bedcovers against his lap, he realized as he noted the Captain's eyes narrow. The entire situation looked so obvious even a raw cadet could understand what had transpired, but Picard was not a raw cadet. Neither could he understand. He felt his heart fall, but schooled his face to remain unmoving and seemingly unmoved. His voice was now cold and impersonal. "Well, I don't wish to interrupt your morning, Doctor. I had hoped we could breakfast together, but since that is obviously out of the question, I'll just drop off this book I thought you might enjoy. Good day." He tossed the volume onto her table and turned on his heel to leave. He did not wait for a response and none was forthcoming. After the doors closed behind him, Riker released his breath and shook his head ruefully. Crusher just looked at the door which the Captain had just exited. After a long moment, she closed her eyes and groaned in frustration. "I can't believe this morning!" =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= Troi was speaking with Guinan when the Captain walked in. Both she and the Bartender immediately turned their attention to him. Deanna could feel the heavy weight of regret and pain that Picard was under. Guinan could see it. "Captain! Come and eat with us." In the eyes of both professional listeners, the Captain walked with a heavy heart, stride not tall and proud, but rather slow, as if he were exhausted. Deanna could feel the enormous strain he was under and wondered briefly why he had subjected himself to Ten-Forward. Then she sensed the bewilderment in him, the regret, and forced herself to inquire as brightly as possible through her sudden sense of fear. "Any news of our new assignment, Captain?" After a too-long interval, Picard just shook his head mutely. She was about to open her mouth to ask about Vash when she felt an inhumanly cool hand on her elbow. It was gone in an instant but it was enough for her to turn and look at Guinan. The Bartender very slowly shook her head and signalled silently at the door with her eyes. It was a dismissal and Deanna found herself nodding. She mouthed the word "later" at Guinan, who nodded in the same slow and methodical way. Deanna then stood and simply left without further words. The Captain did not even look up. He did not notice Guinan waving a crewman behind the bar. Guinan was just suddenly in front of him, taking his arm, leading him away from the bar. "Walk with me, Picard." He did so automatically, feet plodding beside her as she went out of Ten-Forward, down the corridor and into her cabin. It was darkened, cool and the scent of coconut and vanilla permeated, an exotic scent which had always reminded him of Guinan. He said nothing, sitting automatically on her divan where she bid him to as she went to her cabinet. In a moment, Guinan placed a glass of wine before him, vintage 2330 from Picard vineyards. He drank it automatically, not sipping. After two more swallows, she said without preamble, "You love Beverly." He lifted startled eyes to her. "You know I do," he responded hoarsely, without prevarication or hesitation; they knew each other far too well to allow for either. "Why haven't you told her?" Guinan asked him simply. His grey-green eyes looked momentarily puzzled. "But we... breakfast together. I go with her to the arboretum, to ships concerts. I rely on her all the time." "But you never told her that you love her, Picard," Guinan pointed out, "You never sat down and said, 'Beverly, excuse me for a minute but I really love you a whole lot more than you probably think I do?" Picard swallowed. "Neither of us is very keen on words, Guinan. I suppose I've assumed that I've been...showing her." "By expecting her to be there for you day and night and whenever you need an escort for a ships concert, only occasionally suffering through a humid walk around the rose garden in the arboretum for her sake and then never bringing up the subject as in, 'Oh, by the way, Beverly, I'm doing all this because I love you a whole lot'?" Guinan asked in her ingenuous way. Picard dropped his head and sighed. "You're right. I am a fool." * * * * * Having decided to go to her cabin, Deanna found herself nearing Beverly's cabin along the way. Being attendant medical personnel, their quarters were on the same deck as Sickbay and their respective offices. As she passed Beverly's cabin, the door slid open before her and Will Riker stepped out. He wore a short night robe and nothing else. His chest was also fully displayed, the robe worn to reveal rather than conceal it. He looked quickly about then froze when he saw Deanna. "Deanna!" he said, a little too loudly. Crusher suddenly appeared beside him and was also revealed. "What is it, W_?" Her voice trailed off and she swallowed nervously as she noticed Troi. The Betazoid noted the almost transparent gown the Doctor wore, clinging to her damply. Troi took a deep breath and then pasted a pleasant expression on her face. "I see that you've both had a good morning." This said, she continued down the corridor to her office, mouth grimly set. * * * * * "Takes a big man to admit he's a fool, Jean-Luc." "All right. I'm a fool. Now what do I do? She's chosen Will." The bartender seemed momentarily taken aback. "How do you know she's chosen Will?" Picard ignored this to pace, "The precedent was set when she grew fond of Odan, the Trill intermediary we had aboard ship that time. When Will agreed to be host to the parasitic ambassador...I knew they were seeing one another. It was quite obvious how they both felt." "That wasn't Will, Jean-Luc. It was Odan she cared for, wasn't it?" Picard waved a hand angrily, "Yes, but he was in Will's body. The situation might be normal for a Trill but not for a human woman. She responded to Odan through Will. Obviously she transferred that...fondness to Commander Riker." "In what way?" The Captain suddenly stopped. He frowned again. "I...I interrupted an...assignation between them earlier." "An assignation? Just spit it out, Picard! They're just words." "Very well," he quipped angrily, "I interrupted them while they were making love!" After a long pause, he closed his eyes and shook his head, "I can't believe what I saw." Guinan considered this, then asked, "What did you see, Jean- Luc?" He turned disbelieving eyes to her. She arched a hairless brow at him and merely repeated, "What did you see?" He sighed, shoulders falling minutely. "I was going to ask Beverly to join me for breakfast in Ten-Forward. I stopped by her quarters. When she bade me enter I found Will Riker, nude on her bed. The Doctor was nearly so, wearing a filmy nightgown which left nothing to the imagination." The bartender considered this, then asked, "What led you to believe they'd been making love?" "Guinan, they were nearly naked for heavens sake!" The bartender didn't even blink. Instead, she sighed, her voice taking on a school teacher's tone when speaking to a difficult child. "Picard. Think a minute. Why would Beverly ask you to come in if she and Will had been making love?" His mouth had flown open in response, but now he shut it. After a moment he reiterated stubbornly, "Will was naked. On her bed. The bed was slept in, Guinan. And Will..." "Will what?" she demanded. Picard's eyes fell and a slight blush tinged his cheeks, to Guinan's amusement. Her face remained passive though and she waited for his answer. "Will had obvious scratches. On his chest. His shoulders." "And I take it that you have it on good word that Beverly claws up her lovers during sex?" The grey-green eyes snapped up like shutters, a livid look which didn't seem to faze Guinan one whit. After a moment, she repeated, "I'm waiting." The blush intensified to his annoyance, as he muttered, "No. The good doctor does not normally claw her bed partners. And yes, "he added swiftly as Guinan's mouth began to open again. "I would have cause to know. Look, Guinan, I appreciate your input, always have, but...this is different!" "How so?" He glared at her, calmed himself, then muttered, "You weren't there. You don't know." "I don't know what you saw, Picard. But I know you. And I know Beverly. You both love each other so much it would be obvious to a Tiberian bat." His mouth hung open. He closed it. Then he sighed. "This all gets me nowhere. I...I just shut down when I saw her, Guinan. Almost naked. With Will. I just...I didn't know what to say or what to do and I wanted to strangle Riker right there. I would have gladly done so." he admitted with a touch of cheerless mirth. Guinan was unfazed by this display of barbaric animosity. "Of course. It's a human instinct." "Instinct, hell, I would have done, gladly! If..." his eyes grew shadowed and she could see the regret and pain fall over him again like a blanket. "If what, Picard?" she asked softly, extending a cool hand and placing it against his arm. He closed his eyes momentarily then continued, "If I hadn't known it would hurt her had I done so." "So you go the long way about again, Jean-Luc." "What do you mean?" "You didn't strangle Will in front of Beverly because you love her. You love her so much that you want her to be happy with whoever you believe she's chosen, even if it hurts you." Guinan replied forthrightly, dropping her normally shrouded terms. Jean-Luc's mouth fell open and he looked stunned. After a moment, he nodded and he whispered, lips barely moving. "Yes." =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= -- 2B Cont'd -- -- ****************************************************** ***When voting for the Golden Orgasms, PLEASE reply*** ***to ascem@yahoo.com and NOT to ASCEM(L).************ ***Votes posted to the group will not be counted****** ****************************************************** Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com From odogoddess@aol.com Tue Jan 20 23:41:28 1998 Path: news9.ispnews.com!news8.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!newspeer.monmouth.com!ais.net!uunet!in4.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: TNG: Vive Le Q! 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(R, P/C, Vash & Q) 4/4 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 05:13:58 -0500 From: odogoddess@aol.com (OdoGoddess) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com To: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated DISCLAIMER: This non-profit material was produced out of love for Star Trek: The Next Generation and is not intended to infringe upon the Star Trek copyrights of Viacom, Paramount Pictures Corporation, nor those of any other legal holders of Star Trek copyrights, in this or any other universe... ---------------------------------- VIVA LE Q! pt. 4 by Judith Medina (OdoGoddess@aol.com) "Honestly, Deanna!" Will called desperately, "It wasn't anything!" Troi sighed annoyance, continued to enter data into her patient files on the computer in her office. Will Riker had been declaring his innocence since entering the office and she now found it rather irritating. Not to mention redundant and unnecessary. She paused in her input to look at him steadily. He waited. "Will. It's not my place to say anything whatsoever. You have nothing to explain to me. We have no formal commitment, no binding contract, not even a verbal understanding. What you do and who you do it with is absolutely none of my business. And the reverse holds true for me." The Commander stopped, sighed. He stood before her, splendidly male and nearly naked in his robe which he'd not bothered to gather up in front. For that matter, he'd not bother to pull it down and it was riding up his hips slightly, which development made Deanna sneak an occasional appreciative look whenever she could manage to do so unobtrusively. Aside from this, she was cool as a glacier of dry ice. Riker on the other hand was distraught and highly agitated. "Deanna, please. I just want you to understand that Beverly and I did nothing. Absolutely nothing together this morning." Troi entered a smidgeon more data, then looked up and said pleasantly, "Yes, I believe the Captain interrupted the two of you before you could actually do anything." Will snorted angrily, frowned, then shook his head and stalked out of the office, muttering under his breath in frustration. Deanna watched him only for a little while, then smiled, shook her head and sighed, turning off the computer panel. "That should keep him for the rest of the duty shift." she muttered to herself, smiling at the thought of the apologetic gifts which Riker would try and assuage a guilty conscience with. =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= Beverly towelled her hair, now wearing a warm, velvety caftan. She pulled back the damp auburn strands from her face, enjoying the feeling. It wasn't often that she had the luxury of allowing her hair to dry naturally. After the morning disaster, she just wanted to rest and recoup. Eventually things would sort out, she knew, and return her back to her normally immoderate schedule. "I can't believe the look on Jean-Luc's face!" she chuckled to herself, shaking her head. After a moment she sobered. The moment, however harmless in actuality, probably hurt him... "Damn you, Jean-Luc, for...barging in," she muttered, sighing with regret and futility. Beverly acknowledged privately that she did love Jean-Luc Picard. Far more than was probably reasonable considering the intractable circumstances both found themselves in. His clone brought the issue to the head for me, if not for him, and I never said a word of that conversation to him once he returned. Why? she asked herself now. Be honest, Bev, what are you afraid of? A deep, heartfelt sigh escaped her and she started violently when her door signal sounded. Relax, she chided herself, suiting word to action. "Come in." Beverly stayed sitting, comfortably settled on her couch. The door swept open to reveal Jean-Luc. He stood, acutely uncomfortable, just inside the doorway. He said nothing. Beverly drew in an even breath, then gestured. "Please come in, Captain." She deliberately used his title. Instinctively he slipped into a formal mode as he stepped into the room. "Thank you, Doctor." He adjusted his uniform minutely, then looked at her own casual shift. His eyes revealed his discomfort. Beverly took pity on him. "Please, Jean-Luc, sit down." He did so, appeared to collect his thoughts. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke quietly, "Beverly. I just wanted to...apologize for intruding this morning. It was not my intent." "Hold that thought, Jean-Luc," she ordered, holding up a hand. He watched her as she sat up with a sigh; an earnest expression in his incredibly earnest grey-green eyes. "Jean-Luc, you and I have known each other many years... perhaps, too many years. I won't have a ridiculous, meaningless incident come between us." He considered this, then asked carefully, "Am I to take it that I did not intrude on an...interlude this morning between yourself and Will?" "That's right. Will got badly scratched up by Data's cat. He needed treatment and was embarrassed about going to Sickbay, so he came right to me. I happen to value that level of confidence between doctor and patient, Jean-Luc." Picard flushed, embarrassed at his incorrectly drawn conclusions from this morning. "As do I, Doctor," he muttered quietly. "Please accept my apology. I definitely owe you both one." "I'll accept my half, Captain. I can't speak for Will." Picard nodded. "I'll talk to him...later. For now, I came to speak about us, Beverly." An auburn eyebrow lifted in surprise. "Us, Jean-Luc?" Abruptly he stood, finding it nearly impossible to remain seated. He took several breaths as he paced to the table in her dining area then strode back. He looked at her watching him expectantly, blue eyes full of curiosity, and made a decision. Her eyes widened as he stepped directly before her, then took her hands in his own, sitting on the small table in front of the couch. He swallowed, obviously nervous, but also obviously determined. "Beverly, I've come to a decision. It concerns both of us. I need to know how you feel." he stopped to gather his words again. She nodded for him to continue. "Beverly, I've never been facile with words. Perhaps this is the reason I appreciate good literature so much. I envy the bards, the poets, the writers that can so easily express what they feel. I cannot. I am limited in this respect and it returns to plague me at times like these." He drew her hands even closer, making her move closer to the edge of the sofa, closer to him. "What is it, Jean-Luc," she whispered. "Beverly, I love you." "Jean-Luc..." "Long time coming I know, but no less felt." "I...I don't know what to say, Jean-Luc," she admitted softly. Her eyes revealed distress and not a little confusion. His grip tightened on hers and she looked into his eyes. He smiled gently, "I just needed to tell you. Ever since...ever since Odan came aboard I've been uncertain of whether you...still felt anything toward me." "Jean-Luc..." "I'd no idea, Beverly. And I didn't know if I had a right to say anything, but...after I saw you this morning, with Will. Whether you did anything or not didn't matter. I just needed to tell you. I needed to know if...if you felt the same. Even just a little." His eyes held commingled pain and hope. Her own filled with tears. She pulled her hands free and he let her withdraw, sensing her need to gather her self. After a moment, she licked her lips nervously, then swallowed and nodded. "There's something I need to tell you, Jean-Luc. Something your... clone said to me after Col-Coroli V." her voice trembled, wavering on breaking, but never quite slipping entirely. He nodded at her to continue and she dropped her gaze before speaking. "He...we had dinner together. Like I told you. But after dinner, he...he asked if I wouldn't want to initiate a...relationship, he and I." Picard thought this over briefly before asking, "By relationship, you mean a sexual relationship?" Crusher nodded, finding it difficult to say the words. After a moment, she continued, "I told him that I was comfortable with the relationship we currently had. Our relationship had been safe. It didn't require either of us to give any more than we felt comfortable doing. But his conversation set me thinking seriously about the direction of our relationship. The direction of our friendship. Things can't remain the same or else they stagnate. We've been through so much together and well, to be honest, we were much more than Captain and Doctor once." "I remember," he said quietly, his eyes revealing a depth of emotion that made her swallow again. "I...it was unexpected. It was a tumult of emotions engendered from the horrible pain we both were in. Then after the Borg..." her eyes revealed pain, but she continued, "I realized that we only seemed to turn to one another in the depths of our own anger and pain. I had to wonder if, perhaps this is all we had between us, you and I. Pain and anger." Picard closed his eyes. When he opened them, his lashes were wet, but his voice was steady as he responded, "Honesty bids that we recognize there's far more to our relationship than pain and anger. And I do not regret a single moment I have ever spent with you, Beverly, in pain, anger or in bed." "Nor have I," she said quietly. He reached over, caressed her cheek, then took her hands in his own again. "Bev...what I am clumsily asking is the chance to discover if what we shared in pain and anger and loss, is here now. And if it is... I wouldn't want to lose it. To lose you." He closed his eyes tightly and took a breath before opening them and adding, "I thought I'd lost you this morning, ridiculous as that makes me seem. I never want to feel that way again, cherie. I love you far too much to risk that feeling." "You don't seem ridiculous to me, Jean-Luc," she assured him. "Before you came in I was thinking that I must have hurt you. That bothered me because I love you...and I knew you loved me." His eyes were still bright with the force of his feelings. "Yes, Beverly. I do. More...I need you. At times it seems I need you more than the air I breathe." Her breath caught and her voice broke as she touched Jean-Luc's face with a warm, trembling hand. "I love you, too, Jean-Luc. I'm so sorry over the senseless misunderstanding, but I'm glad it made you finally re-approach me, because I love you so much!" He nodded, leaning closer still and his breath was warm against her skin. She slipped into his arms then and he held her tight. Then they permitted their feelings to sweep over them and carry them along. * * * * * Deanna smiled at the tiny tribble cooing on her cabin doorway. A note was attached to it. She gently urged the baby animal into her palm, cuddled it as she read the note. They say tribbles are the only love money can buy. I can't buy your love, my sweet Deanna, but I hope that you at least allow me to apologize...please? The tribble curled itself into the crook of her elbow, began to doze contentedly. Deanna could sense the warm and sleepy affection literally radiating from the animal. It rather reminded her of Will after one of their more memorable trysts and she smiled as she walked into her cabin, already having forgiven him, but wanting to see what other surprises he might have left. A small basket with a pillow and a plate of treated food waited on her table. The food was designed to keep the tribble from reproducing, which she knew was a prime consideration for the tiny creatures; at least until they matured and could be rendered neutral by surgical intervention. This particular tribble was still too small for that. In the interim, the food would suffice. She placed the sleepy animal atop the pillow and smiled as she watched it hum to itself, a peaceful sound. Making a note to re- read the material on the use of animals in psychotherapy, she tapped her commbadge. "Troi to Riker." "Go ahead, Deanna." "Your...offer...has been duly noted, Commander." "Could we discuss it over dinner?" his voice sounded eager and she smiled. "Only if you cook." "Done." =/\= * * * =/\= * * * =/\= Beverly floated on sensation. Jean-Luc was holding her tightly. She was held in his arms and supported by the firm cushioning of her bed. She could feel his heartbeat against her, his muscular thighs against her sleek legs, his resting manhood pressed against her hip. The night had been wonderful... She swallowed and insinuated herself even closer to him, nuzzling his chin, lips searching his ear, the hollow of his cheek, his mouth. Picard opened his mouth to allow her access. Her tongue slid within, sliding across the familiar crags of his teeth, softly caressing the ridges of his palate. He moaned deep in his throat and she felt the lump of flesh against her hip begin to throb. He eased her back. "Not now, mon cherie," he murmured. "Needs must I attend to...personal matters." He planted a kiss on her nose and slipped out of bed, padded into the bathroom. She sighed deeply, contentedly and stretched sensuously in the bed. Well, now we've christened this one... she smiled, thinking how many times she had imagined enacting what they had done last night in this very bed. The few times they had enjoyed a tryst before, it had always been in his cabin. Then she heard a sound by the doorway and turned, expecting to see Picard returning, but the tempting smile on her face died as an annoyingly insinuative voice filled the room. "Well, now, isn't this cozy?" Q sat at the end of the bed, inspecting his nails, obviously bored. "Get the hell out of here, Q!" "Now, now, is that ladylike?" "Q, what the hell are you doing here?" Beverly started at this question from the ashen-faced Jean-Luc who had re-entered the room. She frowned a little, but quashed her feelings and asked instead, "And where is Vash?" "Interesting that your woman asks about your 'other' woman before you do, Jean-Luc. Tut-tut." "Q...!" "She's fine, she's sleeping. You Humans do an awful lot of that. How ever will I keep from my boredom I ask you?" "Why don't you try doing something constructive...and leave us alone." "Oh, Doctor, really. That blush ill becomes a woman of your hair color..." "Q..." "Now, now, I just wanted to drop by again and provide you my assurance that your dire expectations are unfounded. The fair Vash is quite well, despite the fact that her little mannerisms can be quite trying. I see now why she can't seem to maintain a relationship with anyone...but I digress. She will want for nothing." "Just so she remains alive and well, Q." The entity considered this and nodded mildly. "She'll be quite well her entire life, I can assure you." He pretended to yawn and look around. Picard stepped directly up to the alien. Despite the fact that he wore nothing, his stride and stance cloaked him in a dignity mere clothing could not have given most other men. His tone was firm, brooking no nonsense. "Then, Q, I ask that you keep your word, go take proper care of Vash and leave me and this ship alone!" "Really, Jean-Luc, is that any way to treat a visiting dignitary? All right, all right," he waved a hand as Picard grit his teeth and stalked closer still, "I'm going. Rest assured, though, that I'll be back!" He paused before disappearing in a flash of light, though, and looked the Captain up and down before turning to Beverly and saying with an impish look and a light tone of voice, "My congratulations, my dear. I never could understand what you had seen in him before, but I think I understand now." He snapped his fingers and Q vanished. Still feeling a bit stunned, Beverly turned in open-mouthed awe to Jean-Luc, about to comment on his bravery, but found her paramour sitting on the bed, fighting off the shaking that gripped him. "Jean-Luc?" "I'm getting far too old for this sort of thing, Bev." "Confronting the unknown?" "No, confronting the absurd. Q is hardly unknown. More like unwanted." Beverly laughed at this, then gave in to her impulse and hugged him. He let her, then slipped an arm around her. "And I need to thank you, my dear." "For what?" "Not letting...Vash...get in the way of what you and I have. What she and I shared_" "Hush, Jean-Luc." "Bev..." "Hush. She kept her word. She brought you back to me in better condition than before. That's all I asked for. That's what I got." "I beg your pardon?" "Never mind, Jean-Luc. Just kiss me, if you would, my good sir." "Mm...I take it, you are the fair Marion?" "Bite your tongue!" Beverly smiled impishly at him and ran a finger along his chest. "Marion had to be rescued. I think I'd much rather be another historical figure...Jean-Luc." He smiled, acceding to her playful mood as desire filled him. "Who would that be, mon cherie?" "Gweneviere, of course," her whispered response ended in a moan as he took her in his arms and no more was said as the soft sounds of passion filled the room. Aside, that is, from a gasp of rapture as Gweneviere's loyal knight achieved this particular quest. "Oh, Lancelot...!" the end ---------------------------------------------------------------------- October 1995. Not meant to infringe on copyrights held by Viacom Paramount or any other legal holders of Star Trek copyright. Please do not reproduce for anything other than personal reading use (including fanzines) without written consent of the author. 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