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Shuttlecraft Surprise |
This is for TrexPhile, and all my other cohorts on #BonC. Mention an old, bald guy with a hard on, and next thing you know, THERE they are. (BTW, thanks go out to Toadsuck for that last little snippet. I borrowed it from her).
Also, since TrexPhile is such a canon monger, I am going to say that this little piece takes place after the Picard in Allegiance gives Beverly the boot from his cabin. You all know what I'm talking about :)>
Shuttle craft and masturbation.* Hmmm*....thinks the wolf.
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Beverly Crusher, a commander in Starfleet, the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, and at this moment, a damn frustrated female. With every step she took closer to her cabin, the worse it became. She could feel the fabric from her hideous green dress rubbing against the hard points her nipples had become.
She smiled inwardly at this last thought. She thought wearing that outfit would afford her some measure of protection against what she felt for the captain. It looked horrible on her, and made her ass look an axe handle wide to boot. It made her feel decidedly unsexy. But alas, even that special precaution could not keep her body from reacting to the simple touch of one man.
*Damn him*, she swore silently to herself as she rounded the last corner that would take her to her quarters with their cold, empty bed.
A shiver ran up her skin at this thought. She could always take that box hidden in the back of her closet out. Find her favorite toy...a very large..well, it reminded her of him. She could lie on the bed, and go over her recent encounter with Picard. But this time, it would not end with him politely shooing her out of his quarters after kissing her.
She stopped abruptly. The more she thought about what happened in the captain's quarters, the angrier she became. *How dare he tease me like that. As if...*
She refused to give him the satisfaction. She would not validate his effect on her by returning to her cabin, and satisfying the need he had produced in her. She would not. She turned around, and headed in the opposite direction.
Safely ensconced in the turbo lift, she thought a few seconds about her destination. *Holodeck....no, to easy to do what she was avoiding in her cabin. Gym...no, she was still sore from her morning workout with Worf. Sickbay...yes!....damn, no.
She had worked too many hours as it was this past week. Selar had even mentioned it to her that morning. Short of a medical emergency, sick bay was out. *Double damn!*
Then a thought occurred to her, *Shuttlebay!*
It was safely innocuous. Couldn't get into much trouble in there, plus, she could check out the emergency medical kits on the shuttle craft. *Perfect,* she thought as she stated her destination to the computer.
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She was on her third shuttle. She went through the medical kit, absently checking the status of its contents. At first, her idea had been a sound one. She hadn't thought about the events that had occurred earlier in the evening, or the effect they had on her. But the no brainer of the task she had set for herself to do had left her with the capacity to engage her thoughts elsewhere.
So, here she was again, running her hand over the hard length of a hypospray, her mind supplying the image of something altogether different, but no less hard.
*....swaying slowly to the music, she could smell his cologne as she tentatively
moved next to his cheek. He moved back to look at her, his eyes intent on hers.
Her breath caught as his face started come near. At the first brush of his lips across
hers, oh so gently, she felt her stomach clench. No, not her stomach...something
lower than that. The reaction released her, and instead of letting him draw back,
she drew him in...opening her mouth..letting him know. His arms momentarily
tightened around her, then his hand dropped to her bottom. Squeezing the soft yet
firm globes of her rear, he brought want he wanted closer to the part of him that
most wanted to be there..."
As the scenario played out in the fantasy world of Beverly's mind, her real world hands followed a similar path. She was sitting on the arm of a chair, straddling its thin width. This provided her with just the resistance she needed as she slowly ground her center back and forth. Not some wildly abandoned motion, just enough to achieve the right effect.
Her hands slowly moved over the fabric that covered her breasts. She lightly squeezed them, gently grazing her nipples, causing them to rise to hard, sensitive peaks. As one hand remained attentive to her breasts, the other hand casually meandered its way across her body. A nomad of sorts, going here or there, taking its cue from images and sensations generated from some other place than where its orders originated from.
In the rising heat, Beverly unzipped her dress, loosening it to allow access to her bodies most expansive erogenous zone. Feeling, stroking, and pinching, she raised the level of her exploration in tune to the private script she was writing in her minds eye.
He stood in the shadows at the rear of the cabin. This being who was Jean Luc Picard. For all intents and purposes, he was him. Mind, and body, he was everything that was Picard. And right now, this body, his body was telling him that it wanted the red head in front of him.
He had politely gotten her out of his cabin, assured that all would go according to schedule. However, as he sat in his quarters still dimly lit by the candles from dinner, he realized that this woman of his...of Picards...was not going to cooperate.
After failing to find her at her quarters, he followed her to where the computer had informed him she was. And there he stood, in the same place he had been for the last few minutes. Stood and watched from the shadows while a woman he wanted more than anything was doing things to her body that he had only dreamed about.
When she had unzipped her dress, and reached inside to caress the creamy skin beneath, Picard knew he could hide in the shadows no more. Moving swiftly and silently, he approached her.
A soft whisper, almost a moan escaped her lips, "Oh Jean Luc..."
A small smile made the corners of his mouth turn up. He reached out his hand, and gently brushed his palm against her cheek.
"Beverly..." he said in a low grumble.
Her eyes flew open, and she was moving her hand away from where it had been rubbing an exposed breast. One of Picards hands shot out, and held her hand in place.
"Don't stop on my account," he said as he moved closed to her.
At first, she was embarrassed at being caught. Then, at his words, and as his hand started moving her hand over her breast, she relaxed into it. Soon, he had her pulled up against him. His mouth trailing along her jaw, to her ear, where he lightly bit the lobe before tracing the ridges and curves of the cartilage.
His spoke, his words vibrating her nerves, "Oh Beverly....I want you, gods, how I've wanted you."
He slipped his hand around the back of her neck, running his fingers up into her hair he gently tugged on the strands forcing her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed and bit his way down her neck until he reached the pool located above the suprasternal notch. There his tongue slid lazily around its curvature causing Beverly to arch her pelvis against the knee Jean Luc had slid between her legs.
Suddenly, Beverly decided she didn't want this slow exploration. She didn't want to take her time. She wanted him hard...she wanted him in her...and she wanted it right now!
Pushing him none too gently, she backed him up against the wall of the shuttle. She brought her mouth to his, pushing her tongue inside. As one hand ran over his chest, kneading the muscles there. Her other hand crept up the inside of his leg. She traced the outline with her fingertips, before closing her palm on the hardened length she found.
Jean Luc gasped into her mouth as she worked him through his pants. He broke away from her mouth, and met her eyes. She stopped her fevered stroking of him, and returned his stare.
Her blues eyes had deepened in color, and the pupils had dilated. She looked ravishing. Or ravished as the case may be. She moved in closer, her mouth next to his ear.
"I want you. Right here...right now", she finished by biting the side of his neck. Not too hard, but not gently either. Enough to leave an impression of what she wanted, and how.
Picard was not a stupid man, and he could take a hint. A roguish smile graced his features, "If that's what the lady wants...." he said as he grabbed her, and kissed her, while pushing her backwards.
They stopped moving as Beverly came against the back of a seat. Jean Luc spun her around, and put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over.
Beverly's heart skipped a beat as Picard bent her over the chair. She could hardly contain her eagerness as she reached behind, feeling for what she wanted.
Picard laughed at her as he took her hand in his, and placed it in front of her. He waited a second until he was sure she understood the rules. He was in control now.
When she squeaked out, "Jean Luc!" in frustration , he knew she accepted his terms.
Bringing his hand around, he lifted the material of her dress over her back. He put his thumbs on either side of the waist to her leggings, and pulled them down to expose the fair flesh of her behind.
He took a moment to view the finely sculpted loveliness of her womanhood. Admiring how the copper curls peaked out slightly from her moistened feminine folds.
He took one large hand, and trailed it from where the crack started on her back, all the way to where it sloped gently to its end near the mons. Beverly moaned, and arched back, hoping to feel more. Jean Luc just moved his hand away, intent on sticking to the rules.
Frustrated with his teasing, "Jean Luc Picard, if you don't fuck me right now..." she warned him.
He could tell she was serious. He quickly undid his pants enough to free himself. He grabbed his hardened length in one hand, and gently spread Beverly with the other. He rubbed the large head of his penis against her, getting her ready for him.
Without warning, Beverly pushed herself backward, impaling herself on him. She gasped in surprise at his size. She was only able to go halfway down his length at first.
"Oh god Jean Luc!" she gasped as she stilled for a moment waiting for her body to accommodate him.
After a moment, she started to slowly push herself back, trying to take the rest of him. She stopped, and pulled away. He was big..huge in fact.
Before she could pull away completely, Jean Luc regained his senses from the initial shock of her heat. He put his hands on her hips to halt her progress, his head still inside her. Leaning over, he bit her should on his way to her ear.
"Just relax..." he murmured to her as he slowly eased himself back inside until his assault was slowed halfway up as before. With a slightly harder push, he overcame the resistance, and buried the rest of his length inside her.
She pushed, and wiggled her butt against him. It was all the encouragement he needed as he started to move. Slowly at first...oh so slowly. Then gradually, as the sounds she was making grew in volume, so did the force of each thrust.
He moved one hand from her shoulder and grabbed some hair. He tugged her head back in time to every forward thrust. It was wickedly erotic, and caused Beverly to vocalize her feelings.
"Oh...that's it..yea...uh huh..harder Jean Luc...harder...Oh damn...fuck me harder"
Harder? Damn....he was slamming as hard as he could. And she was taking all he could give, and then some. Removing the hand from her hair, he slid it around to her front until his fingers found what they were looking for. As he kept up the pace from behind, he moved his finger over her clit. Rubbing it in sync with his thrusts.
That was it for Beverly, with sweat and juices rolling down her thighs, she felt the first spasms of her inner muscles. Slowly at first, then increasing in strength until she was reduced to utter mindlessness as she screamed out his name in her orgasmic fury.
As she clenched him wit in her depths, each contraction brought him closer to the edge. And succumbing to the inevitable, he thrust one last time into her.
He rested against her back, waiting for his vision and breathing to return to some semblance of normalcy. It was a slight shaking that brought him to. He thought there was something wrong when he realized it was Beverly who was shaking.
Taking her in his arms, he sat down in the chair with her nestled in his lap. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly as he wiped a strand of sweat drenched hair from her forehead.
She looked up at him, and smiled. "I'm fine, Jean Luc. Better than fine actually."
He smiled back, and kissed her gently. Pulling back he said, "I'm glad."
She snuggled back into him, and he just held her there. Content for the moment...
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Beverly Crusher exited the turbo lift, and strode down to take a seat next to the Captain. Looking over, she gave him a knowing smile. He looked at her at acknowledge her presence, then went to give the order to leave. But there was something about the way she smiled at him. Like she knew something he didn't.
And that maybe, it was something he should know. He turned back to look at her, and again he got the mischievous smile from the beautiful redhead. Now, he knew something was up. Flustered at the possibilities that started to race through his mind, he gave the order to leave.
Beverly just turned her head towards the screen, enjoying the upper hand in this game. Who knows, maybe someday she'd tell him about what happened. Then, they could see if he was really as good as "he" was.
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In a laboratory on a ship that was at home between dimensions, a being looked in on his newly favorite test subject. He touched the screen with one of his fingers, tracing the outline of her red hair. He couldn't wait for the next set of experiments to take place.
The End