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Data and Geordi La Forge were in the 'cockpit' while the Captain and CMO remained in the 'passenger' section, allowing the Lt. Commanders to catch up after their separate leaves, and themselves to indulge in a bit of discrete petting.

Their necking got quickly out of control and Beverly abruptly disengaged herself when Geordi's voice got progressively louder as he moved towards them while still speaking with Data. Moving away from Jean Luc to regain her composure, Beverly went to find a medical journal from her bag at the table while the captain ordered tea from the replicator.

As Geordi's voice moved back to his seat next to Data, Jean Luc snuck a glance toward his lovely companion. She was slightly bent over the back of the chair retrieving something from her carryall in the seat. The sight of Beverly's delicious backside outlined by her clinging dress was more than Jean Luc could stand. He moved swiftly behind her, setting the tea on the table before encircling her waist with his arms. Moving her hair aside with his nose, he placed a kiss on her exposed neck and shoulders while pressing himself against her enticingly firm behind.

Beverly was alarmed at Jean Luc's actions as they could easily be caught by either Data or Geordi any moment. She was, however, highly aroused by the thought. Turning her head while reaching back to grab his thighs, Beverly leaned back into his embrace. She could feel his desire against her and wondered what he intended to do about it. Beverly had never seen Jean Luc like this before, so disregarding of their danger, and it added to her excitement. She rotated her alluring curves into him. He moaned softly as he tightened his grip, whispering in her ear.

"God, Beverly, how do you do this to me so quickly?"

"What?" Beverly was surprised by his question, but kept her voice low.

"You make me lose control. Just the sight of your beautiful backside sends me over the edge." He finished his confession with a slight squeeze to the part in question, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"Jean Luc are sure this is a good idea," Beverly asked, not refraining from pressing harder against him.

"Yes, if you can keep from squealing," he chuckled in her ear.

"I do NOT squeal!" Beverly barely managed to keep her voice at a level only her companion could hear, while she abruptly slipped one hand between them and grabbed his hardening member receiving a stifled exclamation for her efforts.

"Squeal, indeed!" Her comment was followed by a lighter stroke. Jean Luc responded by cupping one supple breast in his hand while slowly raising Beverly's skirt with the other.

The doctor's hands came quickly to the front of her long dress to unbutton it, providing greater access for her lover. Once her task was accomplished, she reached for Jean Luc's hand, showing him where she wished it to be placed. He acquiesced willingly, gently rolling the raised peak with his fingers, while making his way under her skirts. Jean Luc slid his hand up the back of Beverly's smooth thigh until he came to her firm, round posterior again.

Beverly was equally intent on caressing Jean Luc's hot flesh. She drew her hands off his muscled thighs and around his hips to his gorgeous butt, giving it a good squeeze and hearing him sigh in her ear. He renewed his efforts by pushing urgently against her, moving his hand around to the front, and letting it come to rest between her luscious thighs. Inspired by the fact that Beverly had already soaked through her flimsy one piece undergarment, Jean Luc unsnapped the crotch, pressing his fingers inside to explore her wet folds.

Beverly, in an effort to control her vocal responses, grabbed the chair, moving it into the table leg and causing the tea cups to rattle dangerously. Jean Luc grinned at his lover's attempts to keep quiet, but did not stop his exploration of her warm depths. As he delved deeper, her hands reached back trying to release his hot, pulsing shaft into her hands. Beverly had difficulty getting Jean Luc to loosen his grasp enough to achieve her goal, but he was as eager to touch her skin with his and assisted in the process of freeing himself. Once out of the confining fabric, Beverly stroked his velvet hardness with her strong surgeon's fingers while he matched her rhythm with his hips and fingers, now back at their previous obligation.

As Jean Luc felt his need increase, he bent Beverly forward over the back of the chair, causing her to brace one hand on the table. Her other hand kept the pace maddeningly until he removed it, positioning it on the back of the chair. Pulling her dress out of the way, he brought his straining manhood into contact with Beverly's writhing posterior, teasing her until she choked out an agonizing plea for gratification.

"Jean Luc, PLEASE!"

Bending his torso over her back, and placing a soft kiss on her neck, he slowly entered her. Beverly gasped at the sensation, grabbing the table more violently in her excitement and sending the tea cups crashing to the floor. She stiffened, preparing to bolt at their imminent unmasking. Jean Luc, however, held her tightly in place. They heard Geordi ask if they were all right and the captain replied, in a very husky voice, that everything was fine, just a little accident with the tea. Nothing that needed the Chief Engineer's assistance.

Geordi La Forge was no fool. He wondered at the sounds coming from the back of the shuttle, but did not investigate. When he heard the tone in Captain Picard's voice, he had no intention of going back there for ANY reason unless specifically requested to do so by either Picard or Dr. Crusher personally.

Jean Luc patiently waited for Beverly to relax again, assisting in this endeavor by lightly rubbing the palm of his hand over her breasts until she pushed back against him with her hips. He began moving again, resuming his activities with more vigor. The captain was momentarily concerned about his partner's abilities to control herself enough to keep from crying out. They had made love enough times on their leave for him to know that she was a 'screamer' and the more intense her orgasm, the louder her exclamations of pleasure. Since he had no immediate means to stifle this tendency, he let it go. Beverly, however, chose that moment to moan rather loudly. Jean Luc had caused her reaction by reaching one hand down to stroke the core of her desire. Stopping all movement on his part, he tightened his grip around her waist and whispered in her ear.

"Beverly, Love, you must control that. Do you want Data to come back here?" He was desperate that she not disengage, but he could NOT have one of his officers discover them.

Knowing Jean Luc would have to stop if she didn't make him believe she wouldn't cause inadvertent embarrassment to them all, she leaned over the chair, opening her carryall. Taking out a t-shirt, she rolled it a few times and clamped it between her teeth. She had tried to stop her vocal exclamations by biting her lip, but when she felt a sharp sting and the taste of blood, she knew it would not work when they reached the more intense parts. As soon as her 'gag' was in place she moved her hips against Jean Luc to indicate her readiness.

He began his slow thrusts again, making Beverly moan. She was quite pleased with the shirt's efficiency. Reaching back with one hand, the doctor grabbed the captain's hip to increase the pace as she felt one of his hands resume its place on her breast. Gradually, Jean Luc slid in then withdrew until he almost left her body, pushing back with greater force each time. Beverly met each plunge, trying to push against his huge straining muscle as hard as possible. She could not get enough of him. Taking his hand from her breast, she placed it on her hip, specifying her wish for him to pull her back with each of his own drives forward as she added pressure by planting both hands on the chair and pushing back.

Jean Luc was amazed at the stamina of his lover to absorb this kind of power, but her muffled moans of delight assured him that she was, indeed, enjoying every lunge he made. He continued to drive himself into her, reveling at the feel of her internal muscles constricting in time with each penetration. Beverly's breathing was now labored and gasping, if she could have gasped with a shirt stuffed in her mouth, the noises had turned to whimpering cries as the frenzy of their pace consumed her. Jean Luc was ready to explode and reached his fingers down to caress her little gem of sensitivity and send her crashing into orgasmic delirium. As he plunged again and again, Jean Luc stroked her steadily until he felt her muscles clench tightly around him. Forcing one more thrust inside, he joined her in shattered rapture.

Clutching Beverly to him, Jean Luc stumbled back to the sofa and collapsed, pressing his flushed face into Beverly's neck as she turned sideways to curl up in his lap. She was still shuddering from residual waves of ecstasy, her entire body shaking with the pleasure as each surge coursed through her. Placing soft kisses on her neck, Jean Luc caressed her arms and thighs until they were both breathing more normally, while he whispered her name.

They both knew their incredible good luck would not hold out forever. Beverly was still a bit shaky. She had discarded the shirt after the first tremendous bolts shot through her. Turning her head so her lips were close to Jean Luc's ear, she whispered to him.

"Jean Luc, that was spectacular!"

"I would have to agree, my love," he murmured back. Reaching up, he covered her exposed chest with the dress and tried to re-button it.

Beverly smiled and said, "I'll take care of that, Love. You have worries of your own." Sliding off his lap she allowed her skirts to remain covering his exposed lower half until he could resume his modesty. When Jean Luc was properly attired once again, Beverly excused herself to change. Not wanting to put her uniform on yet, she donned her favorite blue, off-the-shoulder sweater and black leggings. Hearing a soft knock at the door, Beverly smiled and replied. Jean Luc asked if she would like tea and heard her giggled response. She could hear the amusement in his voice as well.

When she emerged, Jean Luc decided a change would be in order for himself and disappeared into the bathroom while Beverly replicated lunch. She called Geordi and Data to the table, hoping they wouldn't notice the complete change of clothing the captain and CMO had made. Of course, Data DID notice and asked if there had been some reason. Beverly chimed in quickly with the excuse she had thought of when she was in the lavatory.

"The tea spilled all over both of us so it was that or sit around in wet clothes." She gave Jean Luc a surreptitious smile and saw his relieved one. Geordi just grinned knowingly and Data accepted the small deceit at face value.

The conversation was light during lunch and once it was over, Geordi and Data returned to the front of the shuttle leaving Beverly and Jean Luc to amuse themselves for the next three and a half hours until their meeting with the Enterprise. Once back in the co-pilot's chair, La Forge chuckled at the rather ridiculous excuse Dr. Crusher offered for their both changing. He shook his head while scanning the readouts for the shuttle's status.

"May I ask what is so amusing, Geordi," Data questioned his friend unable to grasp the humor of the readouts.

"Nothing, Data, just Dr. Crusher and the captain," the chief engineer replied in a quiet tone. He certainly didn't want the two senior officers to KNOW that he was aware of their lust for each other.

"What is so humorous about the captain and Dr. Crusher?"

"That excuse! They had to change because they spilled the tea! What a hoot!" Geordi chuckled softly again. He was almost certain they HAD been wet, but not from tea!

"A 'hoot?' I do not understand." Data's face conveyed his confusion at his companion's comment.

La Forge turned to face the android and try to explain. He knew, now that he'd brought it up, Data would not be satisfied until he explained fully.

"Look, Data, Dr. Crusher and the captain are.....well, it's obvious to me at least that they...." Geordi paused not really knowing how to tell the android that the two were bonking each other in the back of the shuttle.

The second officer tilted his head and got that 'curious, need more input' look on his face.

"I think they're in love." La Forge tried this first but knew it probably wouldn't suffice.

"And that is amusing?" Data didn't comprehend that line of reasoning at all. If, as Geordi seemed to be indicating, the captain and CMO were in love with each other, it would be pleasant, joyous news, but he could not fathom how it might be funny. Humor still eluded the artificial life form even WITH the emotion chip.

"No," La Forge shook his head and sighed, "Not that they're in love, that they're so crazy about each other. Didn't you hear the noises they were making earlier?"

"I heard the cups break and Dr. Crusher moan. Other than that I have heard nothing that seemed amusing." Data shook his head trying desperately to figure out why his friend was still smiling so much.

"Dr. Crusher moaned. Doesn't that TELL you something, Data?" Geordi wanted to see if his friend could figure it out by himself now.

"Perhaps she was slightly injured during the mishap." The android could come up with several different scenarios for the noise, but all of them revolved around something mildly painful, not funny.

"No, I don't think 'injured' is the word you're looking for. 'Stimulated,' 'aroused,' 'ecstatic,' maybe, but not injured." La Forge shook his head and looked at his golden friend again to see if this was giving him the clues he needed to understand.

"Aroused? How would spilled tea arouse the doctor?" Data was even more confounded by this statement. Usually his friend was much more coherent. Perhaps he should call Dr. Crusher and have her explain. Rising to move to the back of the shuttle, Data felt Geordi's hand on his arm and allowed himself to be pulled back to the pilot's chair.

"Don't go back there Data. They want to be alone." The chief engineer hoped his friend would not be clumsy enough to let the captain and CMO in on their little secret. He'd just have to TELL Data point blank and ask him to be discrete.

Leaning closer to the android, Geordi whispered the answer to the dilemma.

"They were making love."

Data's head whipped around to look at the other man's face. The android was almost positive that Geordi must be teasing him, but seeing the sincere look on his friend's face assured him this was not true. Were Captain Picard and Dr. Crusher actually having sexual intercourse not ten meters from them? Hard to believe, but his positronic brain calculated that the possibilities of this happening were indeed higher than 50/50. Especially when Data considered that the couple had taken their leave together and the captain had not made any inquiries about their arrival time at the rendezvous point, the status of the shuttle, speed, trajectory or other information the android would normally expect his commanding officer to ask about. Adding in the change of attire, Data began to realize Geordi was probably correct. A rather goofy grin started to form itself on the android's face as his emotion chip told him this was indeed joyous news.

Data looked at his friend and grinned which was answered by La Forge's own smirk. Geordi murmured that they should be very discrete about this discovery and the pair resumed their earlier conversation about the warp core efficiency tests they would run tomorrow at a higher volume. Neither officer wanted their amorous companions to think they would be interrupted.

Although the pair in the cockpit still heard the occassional muffled noise (and one rather sharp, but obviously not serious cry of pain), they would simply look at each other and smile knowingly then resume their discussion.

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Dr. Crusher decided they had tempted fate too far already and stayed at the table reading a medical journal while the captain returned to the book he had been reading previously. Beverly's perfume began to entice him, gently at first, but soon his body was responding to the scent and he looked up at her. Her back was to him (in an obvious effort to make it harder for herself to simply gaze at him) and she was holding her hair at the back of her head while slowly massaging her neck and shoulders. Tilting her head slightly, with eyes closed, she trailed her fingers down her skin and back again without noticing her unintended audience's rising desire.

Jean Luc's book was long forgotten as his eyes were riveted to the path Beverly's fingers took. It made it more erotic to know that she was unaware of the affect her movements were having on him. Finally unable to stand it any longer, Jean Luc fairly leapt off the sofa, clasping Beverly's hand and practically dragging her into the small bathroom. It was a tiny compartment, barely able to hold one person, much less two. She had managed to bite back an exclamation of surprise when Jean Luc grabbed her, but when her foot got caught in the closing door, she let out a yelp of pain. It was, however, apparently not loud enough to cause concern to their traveling companions.

Once Jean Luc apologized for his haste and the minor injury, he took Beverly firmly in his arms, finding her mouth with his and plunging his tongue inside. It seemed like an eternity since he had kissed her. Jean Luc was already hard against her hips. He trailed his hands under her sweater and inside her leggings, mildly surprised to feel her wetness engulf his probing fingers immediately. Beverly groaned into his mouth and Jean Luc decided this was a much better way to ensure her silence than a wadded up shirt.

Making her own journey inside his tunic, she diverted from her intended course, suddenly deciding to undo his pants. She wanted that hot, silken flesh in her grasp, NOW. As she loosed him from the restraint, she sank to her knees, her intent obvious. Jean Luc took the opportunity to rid her of the sweater, placing it carefully out of harms way, but he was not prepared to wait any longer for her to make this a leisurely discovery. As much as he would love to feel her warm, wet mouth around him, he could not bear to linger. Bringing her face back to his lips, Jean Luc grasped her firmly around her behind, lifting her while he turned. Gently setting his lover on the vanity, he felt Beverly's thumb trace across the engorged head of his manhood, making it jump with delight and him moan at her touch.

Jean Luc divested Beverly of the leggings and flimsy underwear before enfolding her in his embrace. Her warm, soft body against his was too much, he had to have her now.

"God, Beverly, I need you."

Her reply was immediate as she wrapped her long dancer's legs around his hips and scooted closer to him, kissing him passionately which stifled the little noise she made as he slide easily inside her. Beverly instantly grabbed his behind to push him farther in. Apparently not achieving the required sensation, she lifted one leg until her knee was at his shoulder, then she slid farther forward until her head tilted back as she grasped his arms tightly. Once again Beverly raised her hips to meet his every push, and once again, she took his hands, placing them on her lovely posterior to help give her added force. She want all of him as much. Beverly wanted to feel every single inch inside her pulsing with desire. Her interior muscles were working in rhythm with his pace and they continued to pound against each other until Jean Luc thought he might force himself through Beverly, but he did not stop. She grabbed his butt and squeezed with all her strength, pushing him forward to make his every drive even more powerful.

He could feel her biting into his shoulder and was glad she had not removed his turtleneck. Jean Luc knew she was trying to keep from shouting out her joy, not that he would have complained anyway, the pace was too intense for any coherent vocalizations. Beverly, however, could not refrain from speaking to him, urging him on.

"Yes, Jean Luc, yes! Faster! Oh God, Jean Luc, yes!" He enjoyed her little encouragements, pleased that she managed to say them quietly in his ear.

Not slackening the pace as he felt Beverly clench tightly and bite his shoulder again as she cried out, Jean Luc was not ready just yet. He controlled himself in order to make Beverly orgasm again. Continuing to pump himself against her, he felt her clench a second time and let go of his shoulder to whimper mindlessly against his chest. Still he continued, begging her for one more, as she met every thrust, until she reached behind him, pressing her fingers at the juncture between his legs. The touch sent him spinning out of control to his own orgasm as she reached her third.

This time, Beverly's entire frame shook with the residual effects of his maniacal efforts. One leg still tightly clamped around him, she brought the other down to join it and shuddered again as he held her close. Jean Luc could feel the multiple orgasms still raging through her as every one of her muscles quivered at the exhilaration. Beverly was still incoherent and not ready to move beyond the uncontrollable motion now pulsing through her. Jean Luc became concerned after a few minutes and asked if she was all right, if he'd hurt her.

"No, my love," Beverly whispered, still gasping slightly for air, "You did not hurt me. You sent me beyond anything I had ever imagined. My God, Jean Luc. What have you done to me?" Her impassioned question was followed by an even more passionate kiss.

Slowly, her legs lessened their death grip and he was able to lift her off the sink. Still joined, he sat on the toilet to let them calm down. He also didn't think his legs would hold him up much longer. Burying his face in her chest, Jean Luc tenderly kissed Beverly until her breathing calmed.

"You are the most exquisite woman I have ever know, Beverly Crusher!"

Beverly chuckled at this, replying "You have quite a few magnificent qualities yourself, Captain."

They kissed again, but waited a few more minutes before attempting to rise and dress. It was a tactical operation worthy of Jean Luc Picard. Two adults trying to resume their clothing in a bathroom built for one purpose, and getting dressed wasn't it.

Jean Luc fervently hoped the Enterprise would meet them soon as he did not want to push the extreme fortune they were granted at not being caught. It was excessively erotic to make love less than five meters from two of his senior officers. Jean Luc Picard did not know if he could resist his gorgeous companion again, but he had to try. They were less than an hour from the rendezvous and he did not want to rush their next 'encounter.' Beverly deserved at least the comfort of a bed. Although, the smile on her face told him she had not minded the improvised circumstances at all.

THE END
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