Notes: Another PWP. This is a blackmail payoff to Mariel. Hurry up with more Complications :)
I wrote this in about a half hour. Please take that into account.
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He watched her with steely eyes as she twirled around the floor in yet another dance. Her long, red hair was drawn up on top of her head, but a few strawberry pieces had fallen gracefully away from their clasp, gently feathering her cheek and neck as the air rushed by.
He threw back his drink, and turned around silently indicating to the bartender his need for another one. Taking his fresh drink, he made his way along the edge of the dance floor hoping to catch her before yet another competitor scooped her upto dance.
As the music came to an end, he knew that now was his chance. He set his glass on the table, and made his way to where she was. He tapped the man on the shoulder who had his hand around her waist. As if that one dance she had graced him withpermitted him such a luxury. "May I have this dance?" he asked as he took her hand in his, and pulled her towards him not waiting for an answer.
She smiled at him as the music started, and they started off across the floor. "Why Captain, I thought you didn't dance?"
He looked into her amused blue eyes. Not answering her question immediately, he pulled her tighter against him until his mouth was next to her ear. "It is only with you that I will dance," he said in a low voice.
His breath warmed her air, as his words fired her soul. She let out a small gasp as he pulled her even closer to him, his physical presence revealing almost as much as his voice.
Beverly placed her head near the crook of his neck, and breathed in. The smell of him...his cologne mixed in with something that was distinctly him made her dizzy. She leaned against him further, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Damn, but she wanted him. She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. She was amazed at the barely concealed desire she saw there.
Just then, the music was over, and yet another man was vying for a dance with her. She looked at Jean Luc, a question in her eyes.
Keeping his hold on her, Jean Luc brushed off the eager male, and took Beverly by the hand leading her away from the dance floor. He led her out the doors away from the reception, and down the hallway.
Never saying a thing, he finally found what he was looking for. He opened the door to the small, out of the way, powder room. He pulled Beverly inside, and shut the door.
Beverly barely had time to think, much less question what they were doing here. And the minute his lips descended on hers, she knew. The bathroom was small. In fact, barely big enough for two people to fit in. And he was so intent on kissing her lips, on tasting her, on feeling her, that he had her pushed up against the door.
She didn't have to time to rationalize the door handle that dug into the lower half of her back. She was too busy experiencing the feel of his mouth against hers...of his large hands as the reached up and roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing. She moaned into his mouth.
That sound caused him to double his efforts. He reached his hands down, and started to bring her dress up. Holding it up with one hand, his other hand made its way down past the barrier of her underwear, and slipped into the moistened folds, his fingers stroking along the length and width of her.
She lulled her head back as far as it would go before coming to rest on the door.
He took the opportunity to bury his head in the cream of her neck, lapping at it, and biting it gently.
"Jean Luc..." she gasped.
He pulled back from her neck to look in her eyes. "I want you," Jean Luc said.
She smiled, "I know."
Jean Luc removed his hand from her heat, causing her to gasp slightly at the loss of the sensation. He smiled as he placed both his hands around her. Grabbing hold of her bottom, he lifted her up, turned and placed her up on the vanity.
She gave him her most wicked, seductive smile as her hands trailed down his dress uniform. She placed her hand on the impressive bulge in the front, running her hand up and down its length, causing it to throb with want to get out of its confines.
His voice low, and a little horse he croaked out, "Beverly..."
"Yes?" she said innocently.
The last of his control was gone in that second, or it could have been the second on the dance floor. Or in reality, it was that second when he first met her twenty five years ago. No matter. Right here. Right now. There was no need for control.
He clasped her to him, kissing her hard, letting her know how great his need of her was. He reached down between them, grabbed hold of her panties, and ripped. They were just in the way. He then moved on to his own pants. There he undid them just enough to get himself free. Just free enough to do what he wanted... what he had always wanted to do.
Beverly moved a little closer to the edge, and wrapped her long legs around Picard. Needing no further encouragement, he plunged into her. She gasped at the suddenness, and Picard stopped.
She looked at him, "Oh God Jean Luc, don't stop..please don't stop!"
He brushed his hand across her cheek, "Never, my love. Never."
He started moving again. Slowly at first, letting her get used to him. But soon the sensation of it, of her moist warmth, of her gentle cries as he touched her deep within, caused him to move with a reckless abandon.
He was moving and thrusting into her as hard as he could. And she was meeting each of those thrusts, tightening her internal muscles in a rhythm that matched his. It got to the point where he thought he would explode with the sensation of her. Just when he thought he could handle no more, she cried out his name as her nails dug into his shoulders, and her inside clenched him in an unmistakable release. It was then that he lost his final control, and thrust into her one last time warming her insides even more with his essence.
They stayed that way for a few minutes. Panting, and waiting for the rush in their heads to leave. It was a the shaking that brought Jean Luc around first. It was Beverly, and she was shaking.
Alarmed, "Beverly, what is it?"
She smiled at his concern, reached up and placed a hand on his face. "It's okay, Jean Luc. It happens sometimes."
He didn't look convinced, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure that five minutes with you in here was enough to cause this," she said indicating the subsiding tremors in her limbs.
Now he looked positively skeptical, "Five minutes? Beverly, we've been in here..I mean... it took longer than five minutes."
She laughed. She had to. How typically male of him. "Believe me Jean Luc, It hasn't been that long. Anyway, it's not the length that counts, it's the quality. And trust me, with my muscles trembling like this it is sure proof of excellence."
He withdrew from her slowly, straightening himself out. "But still, five minutes isn't nearly long enough."
She hopped off the vanity, trying to fix herself as much as possible. She held up her ripped panties, shook her head, and put them in the waste disposal. She looked up, and noticed he was watching her, waiting for something.
She smiled as she put her arms around him, "Who said we have to stop at five minutes?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "So, doctor, how would you feel about a little site to site transport?"
She quirked her eyebrow, "And what sites did you have in mind?"
He leaned in, and kissed his way up her neck to her ear. There he whispered, "Say.. from an undisclosed bathroom to the my quarters?"
She was getting lost again as his lips caressed her skin, "Ummm..sounds like a fabulous idea."
Picard activated his comm badge, "Two to beam directly to the captain's
quarters...."
The end