WARNING NC-17!: THIS IS PURE SMUT AND NOTHING BUT SMUT. P/C SMUT NO LESS. IF THIS DOESN'T MAKE SOME OF THOSE BONCers OUT THERE HAPPY, I GIVE UP.

Disclaimer: Parmount owns them but won't let them out to play. I've liberated The Couple so they can ease some of those frustrations!

THE SCENT

Beverly Crusher smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer to her pillow. This dream was extraordinary and she didn't want it to end. It was another one about the man she loved and it had been more erotic and seductive than any she had previously, and she had a lot. The reverie had then drifted to this delightful state; warm, gentle, soft caresses up and down her back and arms. Her smile widened and she sighed contentedly. How she wished it were true. This was the most realistic dream she'd ever experienced and Beverly wasn't going to wake up from it until she was forced.

Moving her hand over her pillow, she suddenly realized it wasn't a pillow at all, well, not in the conventional sense anyway. It was apparently a human body! Slowly, Beverly took a deep breath, stifling the urge to snap her head up for a visual confirmation, and was rewarded with the familiar scent of Jean Luc Picard.

'Oh God, that wasn't a DREAM!' she thought trying to remain calm. Slowly, she moved her hand lightly across his chest. This small caress elicited not only a kiss to her head, but the tightening of his arms around her.

'This feels so amazing, how am I EVER going to make myself leave? I don't even want to MOVE! Do I want this to end now? Not really. Actually, not at all!' she mused as her fingers made delicate trails up and down his torso, while she allowed her mind to wander back to last night and how she ended up in the captain's bed.

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They had dined together, as was their custom when not busy on some frantic mission to save the universe. It was a lovely dinner and the conversation had been light with a certain amount of flirting going on between them. After dinner they retired to the sofa for their aperitif and more conversation.

Instead of remaining in his usual corner of the couch, Jean Luc had sat quite a bit closer to his friend. So close, in fact, that his scent had surrounded her almost immediately, but she had not moved away. Beverly always loved the way Jean Luc Picard smelled. It was a very masculine, slightly spicy and exotic odor, with just a hint of the soap he used. The captain never wore cologne, regarding it as an affectation. He liked clean, fresh, natural scents and smelling cologne all day would give him a serious headache. He had issued standing orders, after one interminable day when Will Riker tried out a new aftershave, that cologne on the bridge would not be permitted.

The only artificial fragrance Jean Luc had ever liked, the only one that never made his head throb for want of fresh air, was the one Beverly Crusher wore now. It had a delicate aroma and was never overpowering. It wrapped itself around his senses and discretely became a part of the air he breathed. It wasn't the usual overwhelming bombardment of relentless pungency that was the normal characteristic of both men's and women's perfume. Jean Luc had made subtle indications to Beverly that he preferred this one fragrance over any of her others and she eventually wore it exclusively. He did not actually know the name of it and kept meaning to ask her, but the thought always slipped his mind before he had the chance to inquire. Now was the perfect time.

"Beverly, what is the name of that perfume you're wearing?" He asked as innocently as he could, not looking at her directly.

"What? Oh, it doesn't actually have a name. It's something I had specially made on Rigel IV once," she replied.

"Oh," he hadn't expected that answer, but wasn't really surprised to discover she had invented it herself. It was just like Beverly to do something so unique. He smiled and mused silently about his friend's uncommon chemical hobby of which he'd known nothing until now.

"Do you.....would you like me to stop wearing it?" Her voice was very tentative. Dr. Crusher hoped she hadn't misinterpreted his indirect references to it before. Beverly had the distinct impression the captain actually liked the scent, but was now uncertain. She never wore it while on duty, but saved it for their private evenings together.

He looked directly into her eyes as he answered. "No, Beverly, I don't want you to stop wearing it. I find it rather pleasant."

Mild as the compliment sounded, she knew it was not. The CMO was fully aware of his inability to tolerate synthetic smells and she smiled at the smooth way he indicated his appreciation of her choice. She would have to be very careful tonight.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it," she replied a bit smugly. It wasn't every day one was praised by Jean Luc Picard for something so seemingly trivial.

"I like it very much," he answered, wondering where he was going with this banter.

The captain was thoroughly enjoying himself and didn't want the evening to end. If he could only figure out what to say to make the good doctor remain here as long as he really wanted; which was basically forever. He had tried various strategies but Beverly was the consummate tactician when it came to avoiding her feelings for him and he hadn't yet devised an approach that worked. He knew his objective, he believed he knew most of the obstacles to overcome and he knew a great deal about his opponent. Unfortunately, his 'adversary' was the master in this conflict and he was hopelessly outgunned and outmaneuvered at every turn. Starfleet Command had no rules of engagement for this kind of skirmish and Picard had been wounded on several occasions, sometimes severely.

The captain was not, however, hopeless about the outcome. It could all center on one subtle tactic and finesse was the key. He would continue to observe his 'opposition' and make a move when another opportunity presented itself. Perhaps that opening would be tonight if he played this properly.

"Very much," he repeated softly, holding her sapphire gaze and allowing her to see his sincerity.

Beverly was not prepared for this turn in the conversation. Yes, they had been flirting easily throughout dinner, but this was taking it a step further. Jean Luc was serious and she knew it. Dr. Crusher had to keep her wits about her now or she wouldn't escape this cabin fully clothed. Beverly could feel her face turning slightly pink and looked away from him. That penetrating hazel stare was more than she could handle right now.

"I think I should be going now," she said, falling back on her most successful evasive maneuver. She didn't really want to leave, but this was getting dangerous and she might not be able to make herself go if she didn't leave right now.

"No, Beverly, please stay," he pleaded gently, touching her hand but making no other move towards her. "Please, I'll behave. I promise," he said, making the one concession that might induce her to remain by his side, his carefully modulated baritone striking just the right note of appeal.

Against her better judgment, Beverly didn't move from the sofa. Her brain was sounding the red alert, but she quelled it with assurances that her shields would withstand any attack. She concluded the flirting, however, would have to stop, much as she hated that idea.

"Has Starfleet indicated what our next assignment might be?" That was certainly innocent enough.

"Not yet, but I expect a message from Admiral Nucheyev tomorrow morning," he answered, knowing she would stay if they remained in this 'neutral zone' for now. The captain and his CMO chatted easily about their possible next assignment for quite some time. Jean Luc stayed close, but made no move to touch Beverly or make her regret abandoning the strategic withdrawal. Finally, however, his yawns were unconcealable and she rose to take her leave. He followed the lovely doctor to the door realizing she had won this battle, but the war was not lost, not yet.

As Beverly approached the door, before stepping into the sensor sweep, she turned to say goodnight and gasped at the closeness of her companion. Just inches away were Jean Luc's lips and body. Dr. Crusher knew the captain heard her involuntary response to his physical proximity. Swallowing to make the lump in her throat disappear, she hopelessly attempted a graceful retreat. The doctor's voice, however, wouldn't execute her orders to deliver the final volley of this scrimmage.

Jean Luc Picard had not been chosen by Starfleet to command the flagship of the Federation because he hesitated in moments of crisis. Also being an accomplished fencer, and immediately identifying the opening, the captain pressed his advantage.

Not moving away from Beverly one centimeter he grinned nonchalantly and asked in his most innocently curious voice, "Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?"

'Oh shit!' Her brain screamed and began scrambling. Red alert re-established, her mind was desperately trying to raise the CMO's completely compromised defenses. Dr. Crusher had made a critical error in her tactics somewhere and was now under siege. Her voice, however, had apparently decided to return and she was mortified to hear it answering without her conscious permission.

"Yes, please," it whispered the incorrect response to the signals her brain was frantically sending for immediate disengagement and retreat.

The soft reply was all the encouragement her opponent needed and the captain acted quickly as he had been carefully trained to do. Wrapping his arms around her, and pulling his 'prisoner' close, Jean Luc pressed his lips to Beverly's. Picard hoped he had turned the tide of this conflict in his favor and was using every weapon in his arsenal to make it so. Gently parting her lips with his tongue, Jean Luc caressed the warm depths of Beverly's sensuous mouth. His hands made their way to her glorious hair, integrating his fingers, and subtly bringing her closer. Jean Luc Picard put all he had into that kiss, begging his love to accept the terms for her surrender.

Beverly's mind was in a major panic and the turmoil was increasing. Her body, on the other hand, had apparently turned traitor and was relinquishing all classified information to the enemy. The doctor's brain was no longer in control of the troops.

Finally raising the white flag her head acquiesced to the opposing forces now ravishing the conquered territory. It was actually quite wonderful to release the suppressed desire she held so forcibly in check. Once her mind gave up, her body lead the march to a highly anticipated capture.

Sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, Beverly leaned in and submitted to Jean Luc's 'interrogation.' She had a few petitions of her own to be addressed and made them quite clear as she moved one hand to stroke the sensitive scalp of her opponent while the other made its own discoveries, moving lightly down his back.

Jean Luc Picard was very pleased with this turn of events. He couldn't help smiling wickedly as his lips left her mouth on a mission to Beverly's most vulnerable places. This victory was nowhere near complete yet and he wasn't going to celebrate the armistice until he was assured of her compliance with every stipulation to the truce.

There was that scent again caressing the captain's senses and making him slightly dizzy. He had never been this close to it before and had no idea it would be so intoxicating, especially when mixed with the aroma wafting from the doctor's silky hair. Jean Luc kissed the spot under Beverly's right ear where he thought the fragrance was strongest and was rewarded with a sigh and a delicate clasping of his firm behind. Now that was an unexpected bonus! He returned the favor while working his way under her chin. Dr. Crusher had the loveliest throat.

Beverly lost herself in the delicious sensations Jean Luc's lips and hands were sending through her body. This was far better than her fantasies. He was so gentle, yet insistent and she was responding to every touch. Captain Picard truly was a brilliant tactician. The simple, straightforward ploy had worked beautifully and she had been helpless against his secret weapon of a blatant, yet humble request. She was under no illusions as to why he was in command of the crown jewel of Starfleet.

His goal in site, the captain made one last strategic move to complete her surrender. He lifted Beverly off her feet and slowly moved to the bedroom. Giving her ample opportunity to decline his proposition, Jean Luc made it clear with his eyes that this was not a mandatory requirement to the cease fire. Beverly's reply was to lean forward and kiss him again until she felt his bed under her back.

It was the most exquisite night of her life. Even Jack had not been able to elicit these sensations and feelings of complete and utter bliss. If she had considered the comparison closely, Beverly would have realized that her late husband was a completely different type of man. He had been comfortable, fun and had never commanded her soul's complete capitulation. Jack Crusher had been loving, attentive and innocent; a young man with visions of their life unsullied by the experiences of maturity. Beverly had loved Jack immensely and still missed his ready smile and mischievous eyes twinkling at her.

The man who held the doctor now was an entirely different kind of being. His passion was kept rigidly in check on most occasions and she knew it was because its power could easily overwhelm. The captain's conquering of Beverly Crusher was not a one-sided victory; Jean Luc Picard would have to abandon his own control as well. They both knew it. If the resignation of their emotionally protective positions were not mutual it would not be what either wanted. He was more than willing to make the sacrifice and trusted her to honor his soul, mind and body with all she had to give. He would treat hers with no less respect and love. The battle Jean Luc waged was only to eliminate Beverly's defenses, not to annihilate her spirit. He had reached his goal and would honor her abandonment of the conflict with all the love and passion he had to offer.

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Beverly had allowed her mind to drift and hands to wander where they would. Her lover was apparently doing the same. No words had passed between the captain and doctor since awakening after their night of zealous activity and they had yet to look at each other.

Beverly turned her head to place a soft kiss on his chest. She fervently hoped he did not regret their current situation. The doctor was having a difficult time convincing her brain that she should not regret it either. Beverly was pleased that her kiss made Jean Luc pull her closer until she was lying on top of him. She smiled ecstatically at this move and her worries vanished. Finally raising her head, she saw the look of complete love and desire on his face. His smile was all the confirmation she needed. This was right.

Jean Luc kissed his charming lover's nose and eyelids making a brief side trip to her cheek and neck. He heard Beverly chuckle lightly and wondered what he had done to evoke such mirth. Halting his expedition to her shoulder for a moment, Jean Luc gave her a questioning gaze.

"You are absolutely magnificent," she replied to his inquisitive look, giving him a most dazzling smile. She was vaguely aware that it made his knees weak when she smiled like that, but the captain was lying down so there was no danger of injury.

"Thank you," he answered hesitantly. Could this actually be real??? If it wasn't, he desperately hoped he wouldn't wake for a very long time. "You are quite incredible yourself."

"Why thank you kind sir," Beverly replied playfully. "I'm very happy that you approve."

As their light banter continued, Beverly began to slowly move her hips against his while his hands roamed lower to the apparent destination of her lusciously curved backside. The response she received for her moderate effort was quick and clear. The doctor smiled lasciviously at her captain and resumed the exploration of his body where it had concluded last night.

The moan of pleasure Jean Luc received for his gentle squeezing of Beverly's flesh produced an equally lecherous grin on his face. He rolled to lean above her and simply drink in the splendid sight before him. Her passionate eyes were imploring him, however, to make a more tactile move and her hands enticed him back to her lips. He would make this as wonderful as the beautiful woman before him. Jean Luc wanted to touch Beverly's soul, not realizing he had been caressing it since the moment he first kissed her. She was entranced with Jean Luc's body, mind and spirit and elated at his delicate handling of her unconditional trust. He had given her complete control as a peace offering for his unconventional conquest.

Lowering his lips to her breast, Jean Luc grinned as Beverly arched her back to press him closer. He paid close attention to her indications of pleasure and made good use of his considerable experience. He found his own enjoyment was heightened by her gratification and his body responded in kind. Beverly's gasps and moans at her lover's ministrations were making him more excited than he ever thought possible. Jean Luc had never experienced this kind of passion with anyone before and wanted to prolong it. The captain had discovered Beverly's wonderful taste last night, but not fully as the urgency of their joining controlled both lovers and he wanted to sample it completely now.

Slowly kissing a path to his destination, Jean Luc reveled in his partner's touch and the bolts of electricity sent through his system at the feel of her soft stroke to the top of his head. That area had always been sensitive and her magical touch made him tingle. Beverly Crusher truly was a gift from the gods and Jean Luc Picard had no idea what he had done to deserve such an offering. He intended to show his appreciation the best way he knew. With that thought, he proceeded on his journey to discover the very core of her being.

Jean Luc lightly stroked Beverly's inner thigh, raising his hand slowly to her moist folds and caressing them tenderly. She moaned again and thrust against his fingers indicating her need for more than this ethereal touch. He complied with her unspoken request by placing his lips where his hand had been. She arched again and he answered by tasting her. Placing his hands under her firm behind Jean Luc pushed Beverly up to his waiting mouth while squeezing the splendid mounds and moving his tongue in and out of her delicate recesses in rhythm. Her fingers on his head moved faster and sent waves of delight through him. He continued until her contortions threatened to break the contact completely. Sliding his hands around to her hips, Jean Luc held them firmly in place while moving his mouth to the core of Beverly's pleasure, teasing it lightly. His lover was at the edge and he wanted it to last a bit longer before plunging her into the abyss of ecstasy. He smiled at her abandonment, taking a brief moment to look up at her flushed face, head thrown back on the pillows, her hands straining to make him resume his quest. Jean Luc obliged and started giving her throbbing center the attention it craved by nibbling and pulling it in and out of his hungry mouth. She was soon writhing again but his hands kept her in place so she wasn't in danger of losing contact. He finally stroked her forcefully with his talented tongue and sent Beverly crashing into oblivion with his manipulations. Jean Luc's efforts were rewarded by a gentle stream greeting his smiling face. He continued to caress her depths lightly with his tongue and fingers, hoping to extend the residual waves of her orgasm before moving on to other delights. His wish was fulfilled when he felt Beverly shudder again and again. She had screamed his name initially and now whispered it over and over while continuing to draw her hands across his head.

The doctor had never, ever felt like this before. Jack hadn't been too keen on pleasing her with oral sex. She understood and never pushed him for it. Personally, Beverly thoroughly enjoyed tasting Jack and was a bit disappointed that he would not return the favor. She had no idea it could be like this. Last night had been fantastic, but this was a delirium she would remember for the rest of her life. It had always been one of Beverly's secret fantasies to be brought to climax by her lover's tongue. She was rewarded with the magnificent explosion of her every nerve when Jean Luc had obliged without being asked.

Beverly Crusher fully intended to reciprocate in kind. She would not squander the gift of this wonderful man and meant to show her appreciation to whatever entity had blessed her with Jean Luc's intoxicating presence. She smiled, sated for the moment, but nowhere near finished. She had her own tasks to perform and was eager to begin.

Beverly pulled her lover's face up to her mouth and kissed him passionately. She was rather embarrassed at how much she enjoyed her own taste mixed with his. As she intensified their kiss, her hands strayed down his back and she once again clutched his firm flesh in her fingers. Beverly thoroughly enjoyed Jean Luc's entire anatomy, but had fantasized numerous times about how it would feel to give his taut little butt a good squeeze.

Dr. Crusher had been alarmed one day when she found herself behind Captain Picard at a formal function and could only focus on the part of him she desperately wanted to enclose in her long fingers. Beverly actually visualized herself taking a few steps forward, planting her hands firmly and clasping them around his tight cheeks. She was appalled that Counselor Troi, standing next to the doctor at the time, might actually be sensing the CMO's completely inappropriate thoughts and pulled herself out of the reverie abruptly, but not before imagining the captain's reaction to the improper behavior. It almost made her giggle.

Beverly's efforts were compensated with a look of passion and Jean Luc's burying his face in her neck. But her goal had not been achieved and she was determined. Rolling him over, she grinned wickedly before beginning her quest to make the captain lose control.

Moving her way to his chest, Beverly turned her attention momentarily to his nipples. Being a doctor, she knew a man's nipples were as sensitive as any woman's. Using this knowledge, she coerced a small moan from his throat. Placing her lips on one tiny peak, Beverly moved her fingernails across the other rousing them both to hardness. After gently sucking one in and out between her teeth, she was pleased to hear another, louder moan escape her lover's mouth. Jean Luc's hands were roaming freely through her red tresses and she loved the feel of it.

Once she had completely bathed his torso in the soft touches of her lips, she began moving towards the primary destination. Beverly could hardly control her own anticipation at feeling that lovely hot velvet flesh in her grasp. Another groan of pleasure from him was her gift as she enclosed him in talented surgeon's fingers. Stroking lightly until her mouth arrived, she reached her objective, and feasted her eyes on all his rigid glory. Beverly had been a bit surprised when she first witnessed Jean Luc's full majesty. The captain's yearly physical exams had necessitated the CMO seeing her commanding officer naked, but never like this! The doctor was thrilled at the prospect of feeling him inside her mouth. Matching actions to thought, Beverly descended on his resplendent manhood with agonizing slowness as her fingers cradled the soft orbs beneath, gently squeezing them rhythmically. He bucked slightly as her wet mouth contacted his burning flesh, causing Beverly to place her other hand on Jean Luc's stomach, easing him back to the bed. He complied, allowing her to take total control of the situation, simply burying his hands deeper into the auburn mane. Beverly smiled at Jean Luc's acquiescence and began her detailed exploration for every move that would bring him closer to insensibility.

Kissing the inflamed head of his desire, she flicked her tongue across the tip, making it jump. Beverly loved seeing Jean Luc's hard flesh dance to her tune and repeated the action a few times before paying serious attention to her lover's needs. Slowly engulfing the throbbing element in her lips, Beverly tenderly drew it further into her mouth while caressing the length with her tongue. He was murmuring her name and aching to be consumed completely within the warm, moist depths of his lover's mouth. It was taking every ounce of Jean Luc's control to let the waves of ecstasy wash over him and not rush to the edge yet.

Suddenly feeling Beverly's mouth enclose him fully, he arched against her. Her hand pressed firmly to his stomach conveying the message that she was not nearly finished with her quest and he needed to be patient. Jean Luc was more than willing to comply. Relaxing a bit, he sank back to the bed again.

Beverly began a slow motion of pulling up and sliding back, increasing her pace gradually while alternating the stimulation with her tongue and dainty brushes of teeth. Her lover's taste excited Beverly's own craving and she altered positions to present herself to Jean Luc while continuing to devour his flesh. He obliged, placing his hands on her creamy, delicately muscled thighs and lifting his head to satisfy the unspoken request. Jean Luc had no idea Beverly was this passionate. She was surprising him in many ways with her silent suggestions and displays of burning hunger. Jean Luc stroked her with his tongue, probing her depths with his skilled touch as she moved above him. He met Beverly's movements and matched her motions with his own until they were both on the brink of bursting.

She knew he was getting very close and didn't want her partner to reach his peak without being buried inside her, not this time anyway. Ending her ministrations with a final kiss to Jean Luc's throbbing shaft, Beverly turned around to face her lover's enraptured eyes. He whispered her name and she smiled, positioning herself above him. Jean Luc rested his hands on those delicious hips, making momentary excursions to each perfect breast. Beverly teased him with her wetness until neither could stand the suspense any longer. As she impaled herself, a gasp of sheer joy at his filling her completely escaped and Beverly threw back her head in elation, crying his name again as Jean Luc called hers.

He wanted all of her and could not get close enough to this spectacular woman. Rolling his partner over, Jean Luc let his body rest on hers for a moment. Beverly couldn't get enough of him either and wrapped her legs tightly around her lover's hips to bring him even further inside. They were both overwhelmed by the sensation of their joining. Braced above her, Jean Luc placed a tender kiss on Beverly's lips before beginning to move within her heat. How he loved the feel of her surrounding him totally. Her scent, her arms, her legs, her body enveloped him in more erotic ways than he ever imagined. Even his fantasies could not compete with this reality.

Jean Luc slowly pulled himself halfway out of the fevered embrace, wanting this to last as long as humanly possible. He strained against the clenching internal muscles reveling in the feeling of being drawn back inside. Beverly alternated the pressure of her interior grasp and was momentarily appeased with his increased pace. As he withdrew and slid back she began to meet his hips with her own while squeezing his butt with her hands. She placed her feet flat on the bed, knees bent, to give added power to the answering thrusts.

Jean Luc could feel her hardened nipples rake against his chest whenever their bodies collided and managed to accentuate the sensation by moving slightly across them every time they met. This action made his partner writhe with pleasure and intensify her efforts to consume him. He quickened the pace and she mirrored his efforts while heightening Jean Luc's desire with moans and gasps of ecstasy. He had always suspected Beverly was a 'screamer' and wanted to hear her cry out his name again. With that goal in mind he bent his head to her shoulder and increased the contact of their bodies. Pumping harder and faster until she was practically whimpering beneath him, lost in rapture, he tried to maintain his control. Jean Luc was close to that mindless abyss himself and pushed beyond what he thought were his limits to that exhilarating place of oblivious joy. He felt Beverly's nails digging in to his flesh and her thighs pressing him harder as she met every thrust, until her entire body clenched in uncontrollable spasms of blissful release. The internal clamping of his lover's muscles pulled Jean Luc to a shattering orgasm as he continued to move, extracting every ounce of pleasure for both of them. He was vaguely aware that she had, indeed, screamed his name at the moment of climax, but also heard his own voice echoing that volume as he cried out for his love as well.

The captain collapsed onto his CMO while enveloping her in his arms. After a few moments spent catching his breath and savoring each pulsing nerve ending, he rolled them both to take the weight off of his partner, but did not withdraw from her still trembling depths. Jean Luc knew his partner was experiencing residual waves of gratification and wanted to extend them as long as physically possible. He gazed at her flushed face and smiled when he saw Beverly's eyes still closed in exaltation, her head slightly thrown back, her breathing still labored.

Finally bringing her head forward, Beverly rested it in the crook of his neck as she tightened her embrace. He replied in kind and she kissed his slightly damp skin, tasting the salty sweat.

"Oh my God, Jean Luc," she murmured in his ear. "I....I can barely think enough to speak. What have you done to me?" The question was asked with awe, reverence and a great deal of love.

"The same thing you just did to me, I believe. And I've been looking forward to it for a long time. You have exceeded my wildest fantasies," was his whispered reply. "Ma belle Beverly." Jean Luc's French took over in his marginally incoherent thoughts. He murmured to her in that dialect, knowing his lover would understand. It delighted him that Beverly spoke French and on rare occasions had conversed in his native tongue. It was one more reason Jean Luc adored his best friend and the love of his life. Beverly replied in his chosen language, telling him of her love.

She didn't want to move from this position ever again. The doctor felt very safe, warm and exceptionally satisfied in his all encompassing embrace. She held tightly to her captain, not wanting him to leave her body yet. When he tried to back out of their joining, she pulled him back quickly, flattening herself against him.

"No, please, not yet," she pleaded in her lover's ear. He simply smiled and kissed her again. Jean Luc Picard would gladly remain where he was for all eternity if Beverly Crusher wished. This was exactly where he had longed to be for over 25 years and was in no hurry to remove himself.

Eventually exhaustion overtook them and they slept. At some point Jean Luc reached to pull the comforter over them, but did not alter his position otherwise. He could get used to this quite easily and fully intended to do so. Beverly made small noises of drowsy contentment as he moved to cover their bodies. She had no intentions of releasing him yet, and was relieved to find he was only making them more comfortable. The satisfied woman returned to blissful sleep, relishing the security and love she felt from the man in her grasp.

Beverly woke a bit later to find Jean Luc gazing at her with pure, unadulterated tenderness. She felt her throat tighten with emotion. Her mind could not imagine now what had frightened her so much about having an intimate relationship with such a caring, passionate man. Leaning forward, closing the centimeter of distance between them, she kissed his lips gently. Bringing her hand up to his face, she caressed his cheek and drew her thumb over the place just kissed.

"You are magical, Jean Luc Picard," she whispered reverently. Beverly did not want to break this spell, but had to tell her lover how miraculous he was.

He smiled at her choice of words. "You are quite enchanting in your own right, ma belle Beverly," he replied, enjoying the shy grin that greeted his use of the French endearment. "Have I mentioned how very ecstatic I am at your being here?" Jean Luc wanted his lover to hear the words again even though she knew from his actions.

"No, I don't believe you have actually said so," she replied, pretending to consider the question seriously. Dr. Crusher wanted to hear the words as much as Captain Picard wanted to say them.

"Oh. Well, did I happen to tell you how very much I love you, my dear doctor?"

"No, I'm sorry, Captain, but I don't believe that was part of any discussion we had recently." Beverly was enjoying this immensely.

"Ah, I see. Well, since I have been so remiss in explaining my intentions properly, perhaps I should share them with you now."

"Yes, perhaps you should. I may have misinterpreted your meaning. I would hate to make assumptions." She almost giggled at the silliness of this conversation and the fact she was having it in whispered tones with Captain Jean Luc Picard!

"Yes, that would be unfortunate, wouldn't it? We mustn't have misunderstandings. Not good for morale, you know. Can't have the Chief Medical Officer wandering around the ship confused," he replied in his best 'captain's' tone also trying to keep a straight face. He was sorely tempted to end the discussion and take advantage of his unchanged position within her to renew their physical endeavors, but refrained for the moment. Jean Luc needed to tell Beverly of his love.

"Yes, Captain, I'm quite sure you are correct. We can't have morale problems in sickbay due to erroneous conclusions based on....." She finally collapsed in giggles unable to continue.

He chuckled as well, pulling her close and murmuring in her ear, "I love you with all my heart, Beverly." Jean Luc was pouring out his soul, needing his lover to understand the vastness of his feelings for her. "You are my soul, my life, everything I have ever desired."

Beverly tightened her grip at his words. She had known the depths of Jean Luc's feelings, she thought. This was beyond all her imaginings. He touched the very fiber of her being with his love and trust by sharing his deepest emotions. The tears fell unchecked from her eyes as she listened intently. Beverly had not expected her soul to cry out for Jean Luc Picard as it had and she was elated with his response.

The captain held her close as he spoke, waiting anxiously for the doctor to respond. Jean Luc wasn't sure what Beverly would say to his overwhelming flood of devotion. The man was terrified he might have frightened her with the intensity of his feelings.

Beverly WAS overwhelmed and more than a little apprehensive that she might not live up to the expectations. She knew, however, that silence was not an option now. Mustering her courage and diving in head first, Beverly answered her lover's passionate confession with one of her own.

"Jean Luc," she said raising her crystal blue eyes to meet deep hazel ones, "I have loved you for a very long time and I was foolish to push away this happiness. You complete me. You have touched my soul as no one else ever has. I will not tell you that your passion doesn't frighten me a bit. It's rather intense and I only hope I can live up to the measures you have set. I only ask that you be patient with me if I hesitate. I've denied these feelings for so long that I may have a few moments of panic," Dr. Crusher smiled as she spoke to let him know she was going to try to limit those episodes to a minimum.

"You take my breath away," she finished in a hushed tone.

"You have my permission to panic whenever you feel the need, my love. I have no intention of letting you go now that I have broken through those monumental defenses. You are right where I want you and will never be rid of me now," he replied with a mischievous leer. Beverly giggled again at his antics, then kissed him deeply.

Jean Luc finally rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. He felt the need to clean up and asked Beverly to join him. No reason why they shouldn't have fun with their hygiene whenever possible.

After the erotic shower and some food for growling stomachs, the pair sat in companionable silence on the sofa, caressing each other and bestowing frequent kisses. It was the contentment of sated hormones and the deep love of a dear friend.

Beverly rested her head on Jean Luc's strong shoulder while stroking his chest and arms. She loved the fact that she could do so now without reservation. It almost made up for all the fantasies about doing this very thing created in her mind for so long. It felt wonderful! Looking up and smiling, Beverly kissed her lover simply because she could. Jean Luc returned her grin and took a kiss from his lovely companion as well. The tender touches soon turned more urgent and the lovers found their tongues wrapped around each others' in a deep, passionate kiss. Beverly reached once more for Jean Luc's sensitive nipples. She thoroughly enjoyed his moans whenever she scraped her nails lightly across the susceptible peaks on his chest.

Jean Luc, not to be outdone, returned the favor and was rewarded with Beverly pressing closer too him and wrapping her hand around the back of his head to intensify their kiss. It was as if she were trying to crawl inside him. Jean Luc understood the feeling. He could not get close enough, could not have enough, could not stop touching the love of his life. They wanted each other with an intensity that was palpable.

Beverly decided it was time to move back to the bedroom and jumped up to implement this plan. Taking Jean Luc's hand she pulled him off the sofa. Her lover, however, had other ideas. The bed was too far away. Jean Luc wanted her NOW. He stood, pulling Beverly back into his embrace and kissed rather harder than intended. She responded by wrapping one leg around his calf and pushing her hips against him. Beverly tried to pull back and head for the bedroom, but Jean Luc held her tightly, walking her backwards to the wall. Beverly felt the bulkhead against her back and decided to go with whatever her partner wanted. She trusted him fully.

Jean Luc bent his knees, kissing a path to those sublime breasts. Beverly moaned as he took one rosy nugget gently between his teeth, sucking it in and out causing her back to arch and press against his lips. He really enjoyed making his lover feel this way and brought his other hand to her moist depths to see if he could extract another moan. Jean Luc succeeded admirably. Beverly was writhing against his hand in seconds and her breathing was labored. She reached for his rigid flesh and stroked him harder as her excitement grew, while she told him what she wanted.

"Jean Luc, please, I need you. NOW!" Beverly was beyond any kind of decorum at this point and wanted to feel his solid length inside her. She was flushed with desire. When Jean Luc lifted his head he saw the burning hunger in Beverly's eyes and felt her hips thrust against him again. He wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands under her behind and lifted as Beverly's legs wrapped around his waist. Clutching his back, she braced against the wall.

Jean Luc felt her legs tighten as she tried to impale herself. He held her in place, however, not ready to give in to his partner's demands just yet. Taking her mouth again, he felt Beverly press against him in urgency until she was nearly frantic.

"Jean Luc, please," she pleaded. Her hips were already thrusting against him as he squeezed her luscious backside.

"Yes, my love," he answered and buried his face in her creamy neck. Jean Luc positioned himself at her entrance and teased once more before plunging into the hot, wet chasm.

"Oh God, Jean Luc!" Beverly actually yelled quite loudly. The captain was momentarily concerned that someone outside might be able to hear his CMO's passionate exclamation, but the thought didn't last long.

Beverly rotated her hips, now mildly satisfied with being filled so completely. It was a wonderful sensation and she enjoyed every firm, throbbing inch buried inside her. The smile on her face was a joy for him to see. Jean Luc thrust powerfully once, very quickly and was rewarded with a squeal of delight. He chuckled. Beverly was no longer in a frenzy, but he didn't want to make her wait too long. The captain was playing to see what kind of sounds he could draw from his partner. He enjoyed her vocalizations while they made love. It excited him to know he could make the CMO scream his name.

Jean Luc looked deeply into her eyes and grinned. Beverly had no idea what he planned, but she didn't really care at this point as long as he stayed where he was. She had been a bit surprised at how much she wanted him inside her, needed to feel that hardness within her body. It was an ache that surrounded her completely. Beverly loved the feel of every inch of Jean Luc's body and his scent intoxicated her totally. The woman was delirious with arousal and lust for the man who held her off the floor.

Jean Luc leaned his head to her neck again and gently bit while working his way to her earlobe. Beverly moaned. He knew she could do better than that and took the soft flesh of her ear lightly between his teeth while flicking his tongue across it. This garnered him a whispered 'yes' and her fingers pressing him closer. Jean Luc tried the earlier move of a quick, forceful thrust and collected another squeal of delight for the effort. He really liked that sound, embarrassing as it probably was to his partner. He wondered how he could make Beverly scream with ecstasy by using a different tactic. Jean Luc tried raking the nails of one hand lightly across her toned, round behind and was pleased with the husky 'oh yes, Jean Luc, God, do that again' the move produced. He complied with his lover's request.

Beverly had no real choice but to clasp her arms and legs around her partner. She was not touching the ground and he was in complete control of this situation. The doctor didn't mind and did the only thing physically possible, which was grind her hips against his and rotate them slightly. This was enough for right now, but she wanted Jean Luc to make that little maneuver again that made her squeal. Dr. Crusher hated the sound itself, but Jean Luc seemed to enjoy it immensely and she just loved the feeling that produced it. Beverly could feel him getting more aroused every time he did it as it made her clench internally.

"Please, Jean Luc, do that little move again," she begged, unable to keep the desperate need out of her voice.

The captain obliged and thrust more powerfully against her, slamming the backs of his hands to the bulkhead with force. Beverly did not squeal this time.

"Yes, Jean Luc, oh yes, that's it! Don't stop, please, don't stop!" This was even better than he had hoped.

He loved it when Beverly spoke to him, grateful for the fact that she was a 'screamer.' It made his fascination with her leap to new heights. It also made Jean Luc renew his efforts. With adrenaline coursing through his veins he plunged into her with increasing pace until she was actually screaming with rapture. Her words were unintelligible beyond his name, which he heard as frequently as her own escaped his throat.

"Yes, Jean Luc, oh God, NOW!" she cried, her nails digging into his back as she gripped him with almost vice-like pressure internally. Raising her then allowing gravity to bring her back to him with force, while she lifted her hips as much as possible to meet the intense pounding of her lover. The captain pressed her harder against the wall while one hand moved from her butt to the wet folds. He stroked Beverly the few times it took before she shattered in exhilaration. Jean Luc made one more plunge before his own body exploded into oblivion.

'My God' was the only coherent thought either had for several minutes. It took many more minutes for the doctor's body to stop shaking uncontrollably. Jean Luc was beginning to be concerned but was comforted by the ecstatic smile on her face. He finally realized that her entire being had responded by tightly contracting every muscle inside her. She shuddered a few more times before opening her eyes, but could not speak yet.

Jean Luc's knees buckled once his climax ended. He managed to control the descent so neither would hit anything nearby, and rolled onto his back while clutching Beverly to his chest. She was still trembling with residual waves of pleasure and he did not want to disturb that.

Since vocalizing her love was not possible she simply brought his face to hers and gave him the tenderest kiss he had ever experienced. Jean Luc saw the tears slowly making their way down Dr. Crusher's face and began to worry that he might have actually hurt her.

"Beverly, my love, are you all right?" he asked a little desperately. He would never forgive himself if he harmed her in any way.

"Yes, my beloved, I'm more than all right," she smiled while replying, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks in bliss. No one had ever made her cry like this. Jean Luc Picard was truly her soul mate and her emotions were expressing the elation of finally acknowledging this fact.

He kissed her tears away, satisfied for now by the obviously joyous tone of her murmured answer.

Locking eyes with him, Beverly gave Jean Luc her most brilliant smile. After kissing the love of her life again for a long moment, she rolled off her partner and curled up, head on his chest and legs draped over him.

"My God, Jean Luc, that was.......it was......" she could not find words for how spectacular it had been.

"Yes, it was rather intense, wasn't it." Captain Picard chuckled at his articulate friend's inability to form complete sentences just now. He reveled in the fact that Beverly was incoherent because she loved him and they had brought each other crashing over the brink. He did not believe he could have ever felt anything like this with any other woman and held her tightly.

Dr. Crusher returned his ardent embrace and kissed his chest. She was perfectly ready to do it all over again and wondered if he might be up to it yet. She couldn't believe her hormones were this out of control, but did not really care either. Beverly was, however, a little embarrassed to find that her hand had wandered down past Jean Luc's hips and was stroking him lightly in an attempt to arouse him again.

The captain was so surprised by his lover's attempt to stimulate him anew that he brought his head up to look at her. 'My God, this woman is going to give me a heart attack!' he thought. Beverly had discovered what she was doing and he saw the embarrassment rise to her face. She removed her hand and murmured an apology into his chest after dropping her head there. Jean Luc had to chuckle again. Beverly Crusher was apologizing for trying to get him to make love to her again so soon. Hell, he would if that was what she wanted and his body would cooperate. He was certainly not going to let her chagrin stop him. Jean Luc had to let his lover know, however, that he was not the least bit angry, upset or unhappy about her passion for his body. Rolling her over and raising himself on one arm the captain caressed his CMO's face. His partner would not open her eyes, she was mortified by her behavior and would not look at him.

"Hey," he said as his finger nudged under her chin, "Beverly?"

No response.

"Beverly, my dearest love, please open your eyes."

"I'm sorry, Jean Luc. I don't know what came over me." She was practically in tears because of her remorse and he had to stop this nonsense right now.

"Beverly," he said more forcefully, "look at me."

She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw the amused look on his face and blushed again. Jean Luc would not, however, allow her to look away from him.

"Beverly, you have absolutely no reason to apologize. And your embarrassment is completely unnecessary! I love you. I want you. I am utterly thrilled by the fact that you want me! That you want me again this soon is extraordinary. I cannot actually believe this is really happening! You are absolutely magnificent and I am more than willing to oblige your every whim. Please, don't EVER be embarrassed about this. God knows I want you again as well. I simply can't get close enough to you, make love to you enough."

Jean Luc smiled and kissed her nose. Beverly wrapped her arms around him, whispered a heartfelt 'thank you, my soul' and rolled him over before hopping up unexpectedly and striding into the bedroom. Jean Luc could not begin to figure out what she might be doing, but he did not believe she was still self-conscious.

"Beverly! What in heaven's name are you doing?" He was getting a little cold lying on the floor and got up to follow his lover.

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First Officer, William T. Riker finished his shift and met Counselor Deanna Troi in Ten Forward for dinner. After completing the crew evaluations, Will escorted Deanna back to his cabin. He had asked her to critique his latest rendition of "Night Bird" and she agreed. The counselor was betting her Imzadi still could not hit the top notes in the solo portion of the song, but she was willing to listen. After that would be the senior staff's weekly poker game.

Will had his doubts that the captain or CMO would actually show up for the game this week, but he didn't tell Deanna yet. The first officer had been a bit surprised when Captain Picard sent the commander a message that morning saying he was taking the next two days off. When Will found out that Beverly Crusher was also taking a couple days of rest, well, Riker knew what that had to mean. His captain usually had to be FORCED to leave the bridge for a vacation, much less when the rest of the crew would not be taking any. But, Will also realized the captain had been through quite a few hazardous and stressful experiences in the past few months. He had even been in sickbay for three days healing from the injuries caused by flying debris in a blast on the planet they were orbiting.

Picard had gone down to negotiate a truce between rebel factions and was caught in the crossfire. Beverly had also been hit by the debris, but not as badly wounded as the captain. Once they had both been released from sickbay, Will fully expected Picard to return directly to duty, but was surprised when he received a message on his next shift that his commanding officer would be resting for the next two days. Deanna knew the captain was taking a couple days R&R, but she had not yet learned of the CMO's leave as well. Will was waiting for the perfect moment to drop the bomb on her.

As they strolled leisurely down the corridor towards Will's quarters they passed Captain Picard's cabin. Deanna took in a sharp breath and grabbed Will's arm for support, as he distinctly heard Beverly Crusher's voice crying out "Oh God, Jean Luc" in unmistakable passion. Both the first officer and counselor were stunned, she from the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that hit her like a brick wall and he from having his deduction about Dr. Crusher's being a 'screamer' so blatantly confirmed. The good doctor had not sounded anything like that when Will hosted Odan! Their lovemaking had been conventional, gentle and easy, but Riker later thought Beverly held back because she knew the first officer, and her friend, would probably remember everything.

When Deanna finally recovered and blocked out the onslaught of desire and aroused exhilaration that swept over her, she looked at Will with a satisfied grin. His was a no less triumphant smirk.

As Will knew his captain would not be pleased to know his senior officers had discovered his 'secret' yet, Will asked the computer to initiate the sound proofing around Captain Picard's cabin. The least he could do was keep the rest of the crew from hearing Beverly's shouts of pleasure! Damn! Jean Luc must really be good!

Grinning madly at each other, Will and Deanna practically raced to find their poker partners. They HAD to share this with Geordi and Data!!

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Beverly emerged from the bathroom with a damp cloth and a towel. She had her own little adventure in mind and was preparing to execute the plan. Jean Luc could not imagine what she intended to do with the linen, but waited for his lover to tell him what she wanted.

"Sit, please." The doctor smiled wickedly and he complied by planting his butt on the edge of the bed. Beverly stepped up to him and looked down on his lovely, shiny head, giving in to the urge to brush her fingers across it. Dr. Crusher thought the captain quite the sexiest man she had ever known and his shiny pate added to that perception. Captain Picard would definitely not look good with hair, at least, not on his head. Beverly had discovered the sensitive nature of her partner's scalp and used this knowledge expertly.

Jean Luc could not resist pulling her close and kissing her flat stomach while letting his hands roam across her anatomy. He started to pull her onto the bed, but she demurred. Beverly had her own agenda now and he would not dissuade her.

Kneeling before him she smiled at his curious grin. Placing the linen momentarily on the floor and putting her hands flat on his chest, the doctor kissed him deeply before pushing her captain back on the bed. Grabbing the washcloth and towel, she gently cleaned and dried her lover before putting the used linen in the recycler.

Resuming her place between his knees, Beverly ran long fingers up from his ankles to his thighs. Jean Luc sighed. He knew what she was going to do for him now. Kissing his thighs while trailing her hands across his stomach and hips, Beverly heard his soft moans at her touch. Realizing this was going to take some time, she rose and quickly grabbed a pillow from the bed for her knees.

Back in place, Beverly began again where she left off. Nibbling lightly on his well-muscled thighs (rider's thighs she thought and grinned again) she continued her roaming caresses. His skin was so warm and tempting, she indulged her desire to gently bite his soft inner thigh and suck it like a lemon. The thought crossed her mind that she really was trying to devour her lover, but he was definitely enjoying the sensation so she catered to the fantasy.

Moving up his leg, Beverly relished the flavor of his skin and lost herself in tasting him fully. When she had sated this ambition, the doctor decided to make a strategically abrupt move. Suddenly Jean Luc felt Beverly's pointed tongue slide from inside his left knee all the way up to his groin. This produced more than just a moan or gasp, she got actual speech from him with that move.

"Good God! Beverly!" Jean Luc cried out in ecstasy before he could even think about stopping the exclamation.

'Well,' she thought, 'I guess that was successful!' Smiling at her victory, Beverly brought her right had up to gently massage the soft, velvet globes hanging in front of her face. At first she simply kissed and fondled them, but with another move Jean Luc did not anticipate, she slowly drew them between her lips, caressing them with her tongue.

The captain was beyond speech now and tried to reach for his lover but couldn't quite make his fingers touch her hair. He gave up and simply clutched the sheets instead. This was better than anything HE'D imagined her actually doing. Jean Luc was again erotically surprised when Beverly began sucking the orbs in and out of her mouth while flicking her tongue over them. He could feel her smiling slightly at his vocal response to this activity. She was loving every minute and so was he. As her mouth worked on the dangling spheres, her hands trailed lightly up and down his hardened length, nails scraping ethereally on his most sensitive skin.

Finally, satisfying her most recent fancy, Beverly raised her head to his hot, throbbing shaft and began kissing and licking her way slowly to the tip. She enjoyed watching it move on its own at her lightest touch. She also relished seeing Jean Luc's involuntary thrusts toward her mouth, practically begging her to take him. 'In a moment, my love,' she thought. Trying the little tongue maneuver that had been so successful earlier, she was pleased at the long, loud moan and his hands finally grasping her luxurious head of hair.

Centering her attention on the head of the captain's desire, Dr. Crusher delicately placed her teeth against the skin and moved them up and down painstakingly avoiding any hurtful contact. She had to quickly open her mouth wider to keep him from injury as he bucked once more. 'Maybe that isn't such a good idea,' she thought, 'not to worry, plenty of other tricks in the bag!'

Putting her lips where her teeth had just been, Beverly surrounded the pulsing head and flicked her tongue across it several times while placing her hands on his stomach to calm the rhythm he was now inadvertently trying to set. 'None of that, Captain,' she mused, 'I can set my own pace, thank you.' The CMO stopped all her activities until he settled again. Resuming from her previous position, she thoroughly surrounded him with her mouth, barely keeping his hips from causing her to wound him. She suddenly had a brilliant idea and stood.

"Beverly," he gasped at the loss of her moist warmth enclosing him, raising his head to see what she was doing. Jean Luc watched his lover climb on the bed and plant her delicious rear end on his chest, her back to his face. He couldn't imagine what this move meant but reached up to stroke the beautiful ivory skin. Jean Luc immediately noticed her wetness on his chest and grinned. She was just close enough that he might be able to kiss that delectable flesh. Trying it, and flicking his tongue out at the same time, he was rewarded with a little noise from Beverly's throat. It was not comfortable to maintain that position, however, so he lay his head back on the bed and resumed caressing her instead, finally realizing he might be able to reach her breasts. Giving that a try, Jean Luc was quite pleased to hear the moan when he brought his palm across her raised peaks. This was great! He was enjoying this quite a bit and she wasn't even doing anything right now except sitting on him with her backside in his face. His hands squeezed her breasts as he suddenly felt her mouth descend on him again.

Beverly had taken a second to tie her hair back out of the way. She did not want to be distracted by trying to keep the strands off her face. While she found her clip on the bedside table Jean Luc was discovering he could kiss her posterior. She was aroused by the fact that the captain would, actually, 'kiss her ass.' It almost made the doctor chuckle, but that wasn't the sound that came out of her throat. She let the thought go quickly, having no intention of telling Jean Luc. He might not approve. God knows she wanted to kiss his, and bite it as well, gently of course, she didn't want to hurt him, just do the same thing she'd done to his thighs.

Getting back to the objective, Beverly leaned forward, running her hands down his stomach then resting them on the bed and brushing her cheek against his hot, pulsing flesh. She loved how the straining muscle felt against her skin; like warm satin. It was so soft, yet rigid and pliable. Dr. Crusher was fascinated to watch it move of its own accord when she stroked. She was enthralled by his size and stamina. She relished the very sight of his magnificence and could not wait to taste it again. When Jean Luc found her breasts she moaned and was momentarily distracted. The man's hands were expertly wielded instruments, masterfully employed. The doctor actually dreamt about Jean Luc's hands, envisioning what she wanted them to do to her. Reminding herself that the goal had not yet been achieved, Beverly enveloped him with her mouth again and began a rhythm of her own.

Jean Luc's hands matched the pace and she began moving her hips up and down his chest, savoring the feel of his hair on her thighs. Cupping his two swinging orbs in her hand and massaging them slowly, Beverly moved along his shaft while changing the patterns of her tongue. Using her teeth lightly now with no more worries about unnecessary injuries. She was just beginning to increase her speed when she felt his fingers find her hot, wet recesses. Now it was Beverly's turn to moan, which wasn't easy. She had to brace herself on his knees and concentrate on her task while being monumentally aroused. Her brain suddenly disengaged her mouth and considered the options. Jean Luc stopped to allow his lover to reset the pace. He brushed his fingers repeatedly across her pulsing nub of pleasure and returned them to her heated, moist depths when she began to move again.

Beverly pulled his length into her mouth over and over while rocking back and forth to impale herself. As her head bobbed more rapidly, she could no longer keep pace with her body. Jean Luc solved her dilemma by pulling her hips to his mouth so he could bring her release. Beverly gasped at this action, then pushed herself towards his face, continuing to please him with her lips and tongue. Her lover's thumb stroked her core while his tongue delved in and out. His other hand was rendering delightful service to her breasts.

Jean Luc knew he was not going to last much longer, but he didn't think Beverly would either when he felt her begin to shudder. She sucked harder and was more frenzied as she neared orgasm. He began to thrust against her mouth and she reached to squeezed his pulsing spheres to send him over the edge. Beverly stiffened, trying not to clamp her thighs around his head, but was finally unsuccessful as he continued to drive his tongue in and out of her. Reaching his own climax a second later, Jean Luc grabbed her thighs as his hips bucked uncontrollably. Beverly held on for dear life, swallowing the hot fluid that shot to the back of her throat repeatedly. When he was drained, she placed one last kiss on Jean Luc's now expended flesh and rested her head on his thigh. She was still breathing heavily as was her lover. He stroked her thighs and rear end until they regained their senses. When he felt her stop shuddering, he rolled her off him and moved over her before kissing his seductress passionately. Jean Luc was a bit surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste of himself mixed with Beverly's essence. It was unusual and exciting.

He pulled them over into the covers and wrapped the sheets snugly around them both. Kissing her forehead, the captain told his CMO how much he loved her and she replied in kind.

They slept for a few hours before attempting to move.

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Beverly awoke to the feeling of Jean Luc trailing his hands up and down her thighs and back. She snuggled closer and rested her hand on his butt. It was such a firm, tight part of his anatomy and she was quite gratified at how much enjoyment she received just from squeezing it tenderly. It just felt so perfect in her hands. She heard him chuckle at her obvious obsession with his backside. Backing away and rolling her lover to his stomach, Beverly pulled the sheet aside and ran her hand down his spine to the lovely mounds of his behind. Compressing her fingers, she moved her mouth to taste this part of the man she loved. It was fabulous and she granted the wish she had a few hours ago. Kissing, then gently biting and sucking his flesh, Beverly moaned at the pleasure, it was indeed a spectacular part of his body. Jean Luc moaned softly then began to chuckle again.

Rolling back over and bringing his partner into his arms again, he verbalized his thoughts, "My darling, you seem to have some sort of fixation with that part of my anatomy. Could there be some abnormal preoccupation going on here?" Of course Jean Luc did not mention the fact that his own fingers were now clamped on Beverly's sensational dancer's butt.

"Abnormal? No, I wouldn't say it's abnormal. Possibly obsessive, but definitely not abnormal. I'd be willing to bet even Admiral Necheyev has fantasized about squeezing your perfect little butt, Captain." Beverly giggled at the very thought of the Vice-Admiral thinking any such thing, but did not doubt the accuracy of her belief that everyone must want to clasp Jean Luc Picard's round, firm, tantalizingly small and perfect behind. Yes, she was definitely obsessed.

The captain was rather appalled at the idea and gave his lover a little slap to let her know it was not something he wished to visualize, ever.

"None of that, Doctor. I will not have Alynna Necheyev invade this happiness, even by reference." Kissing her to emphasize his order, the captain rubbed the spot he'd just disciplined. It had the unexpected effect of making Beverly squirm against him and sigh as their lips parted.

"Captain," she said quietly against his neck. "I seem to be noticing a distinct inclination on your part towards the same obsession. Perhaps you should speak with Counselor Troi." Beverly was thoroughly enjoying this teasing and wanted it to continue a bit longer. Besides, if they were discussing posteriors, it was almost mandatory that she hold his.

"Mmm, perhaps we should ask her to join us," the captain replied, knowing this would elicit some sort of protest from the woman in his arms.

"Jean Luc!" Beverly was astounded at the very suggestion and applied her own disciplinary action to his flesh, repeating his previous moves. Smiling mischievously, she continued, "Do you think she would?"

He threw his head back and laughed at her playful nature. "Beverly, my love, even if she did, I have no desire to share you with anyone, nor do I have that kind of stamina."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Captain. You seem to be enduring the torment." She laughed as well and turned her mind to other games they could play.

"Yes, but you've allowed me a few hours rest now. I had no idea you would be so insatiable, Doctor." He grinned wickedly at her and waited. Jean Luc LIKED the fact that his lover seemed unquenchable and wanted him so much. It was definitely mutual, but he had not expected this kind of appetite even from Beverly Crusher. His wildest dreams had come true.

"Well, Captain, I am simply administering to my patient's needs. I noticed a lack of stimulating exercise and prescribed the remedy. Are you having any adverse affects from the 'medication?'" She could tease as well as Jean Luc.

"Mmm, possibly, I'm not sure yet. I seem to be having a problem leaving my bed. There was also an unusually heavy weight on my chest earlier, can you tell me what affliction might be the cause?" The captain was savoring every moment of this repartee. It was ridiculous and they would both be horrified if anyone else were to hear, but the trust was now absolute and each felt free to indulge in these little whims of conversation.

"Heavy? Just what are you implying by THAT, Captain?" Beverly leaned up on her elbow to look down at Jean Luc's satisfied smile.

"That I love you more than life itself." He knew she wasn't expecting that answer and was elated when she fell on him while wrapping her arms around his body. The captain embraced his love as well, kissing her beautiful hair.

"Oh, Jean Luc. You have this uncanny ability to completely disarm me." Beverly lifted her head to see his shining hazel eyes. "How DO you do that?"

"Talent, skill, experience, vast knowledge of my opponent. Need I continue, Doctor?" Jean Luc was not ready to end their little discussion. "It's a gift."

"Yes, well, I have another 'gift' for you but you'll have to stop talking to get it." Beverly wanted him again. She was astonished at the perpetual need of her body for this man to touch her completely.

"I could, perhaps, be persuaded to do that," Jean Luc teased and prepared himself to move, "But only if you're completely wet and allow me to bathe you." He said it, then jumped quickly out of the bed and walked to the bathroom door, pausing just long enough to see her follow.

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The shower that morning had been more fun than any bathing experience Jean Luc Picard ever had before and he wanted to repeat the pleasure. Beverly had been behind him, washing his back, and various other portions of his anatomy when she dropped the soap and simply clasped his stiffening length in both hands. Jean Luc leaned into her and rubbed his back across her hardened nipples as the doctor kissed his neck and head. Removing one of her hands from his now rigid shaft, she trailed it up his stomach to graze his own sensitive peaks. Finally wanting her too much to wait any longer, the captain turned, and spun Beverly around. She instinctively leaned forward and braced both hands against the back of the shower as her lover entered her quickly. Releasing the moan his action caused, Dr. Crusher's head came up and back in delight.

Jean Luc pulled her hips back as she pushed off the wall. The added power nearly knocked him down, but he recovered quickly and anticipated the next thrust. Beverly needed more, so she pulled one of his hands to her breast and the captain obligingly tweaked the hard little nuggets as his lover responded, 'Yes! That's it, Jean Luc, there, oh yes.'

The captain was not a 'screamer' but he was beginning to make an effort since his partner's cries did so much to enhance the exhilaration for him. 'Push, Beverly. Come on my love, you can do it.' It had been gasped and his words were broken up by the intensity of the lunges, but it worked rather well. Beverly did as her lover requested and clamped her internal muscles feverishly around him as he plunged in and out. She reached back and pulled his hips to increase the pressure. Jean Luc could feel himself straining for the peak, but knew his partner wasn't that close yet. Dragging his hand from her breast, he reached for her most sensitive spot and began stroking it to help her reach the zenith. The movement caused Beverly to put both hands back on the wall and concentrate fully on the sensations charging through her. Stroke after mighty stroke delved deeply until the doctor threw back her head again in ecstatic release. Jean Luc pumped twice more and erupted inside his love. He leaned on her for a few moments until the trembling ceased. When they were relaxed again, the cleaning portion of the shower continued.

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Flipping on the water, the captain stepped in and waited for his lover to join him. As she entered the tub, he noticed she had another cloth and wondered what she might intend. Before he could touch her she placed one hand flat on his chest, indicating her wish for him to remain still. He complied, not having a clue what she had in mind.

Reaching for the soap and seductively lathering up the cloth, Beverly never let her eyes stray from his as the smile spread on her face. This was going to be seriously fun. She stepped back a pace and tilted her head under the water to catch the spray, letting it cascade over her naked body. She heard him whisper her name but did not want him to touch her yet. This was a show just for her beloved partner and the doctor wanted her captain to watch just now.

Opening her eyes and letting him see the desire, she began to move her hands slowly over her torso with the cloth. Across her stomach, down to her hips and thighs then back up to the rear before sliding it again around front. Beverly saw Jean Luc swallow hard and brace himself against either side of the shower. Her head involuntarily fell back as her hands caressed all the places she wanted him to touch, showing him what she wanted him to do. She moved the cloth up her stomach to between her breasts before guiding it around them, being deliberately slow. Continuing on up her chest to the neck and shoulders, Dr. Crusher could hear Captain Picard's breathing become heavier and felt him take a half step closer, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. Opening her eyes again she gave him a gentle shake of her head and waved him back for the moment. He responded appropriately and tried to keep his body from trembling at the need to feel her skin under his hands.

Beverly turned slightly to give him a different view as her head fell forward now to wash the rest of her neck and languidly move down her back. When the cloth returned to her front and brushed the across her hardened nipples, she moaned softly. The doctor heard her partner answer with her whispered name. She smiled enticingly at him but was not finished with her performance. Moving her hands lower and facing him fully, she spread her legs to allow the cloth to stroke the insides of her thighs. She had to turn and lean back against the wall with this move, as one hand returned to her own breast, teasing it while her tongue flicked across her lips. Dropping the cloth, Beverly finally touched her already throbbing core and moaned again. That was all her lover could stand and she felt his arms lift her off the floor as his mouth found her neck and she sighed contentedly that the goal had been reached.

"Oh God, Beverly, you are magnificent," Jean Luc murmured against her skin. She had almost sent him over the edge just by allowing him to watch her enthralling 'dance.' He had never even fantasized about anything quite so erotic. She was stupendous! Her hands knew implicitly what her body wanted. The captain had paid very close attention and now mimicked those actions with his own to bring the doctor to a fracturing climax. He held himself in check as she clutched his back and screamed his name once again.

Waiting patiently for his partner to relax a bit, Jean Luc murmured his enjoyment of the performance. He wondered if she liked to hear his voice as much as he loved listening to her audible exclamations of joy.

"Tell me, Jean Luc, tell me what you want," she whispered in response as if reading his mind. Her head was still thrown back on the tile, but her hands were moving across his skin as he felt her legs drop from around him. He told Beverly how much he wanted her and she answered his desires with actions and words. It was very exciting to tell each other how they liked to be pleased.

"Oh, yes, Jean Luc, there, that's it. Yes!" Beverly knew how much he enjoyed her vocal response. It seemed to send him into a frenzy. The stoic captain was not nearly as good at verbalizing yet, but was trying admirably.

"Oh God, Beverly, yes," Jean Luc moved her hand to the spot he wanted her to touch and thrust against it. She raked her nails lightly against his burning skin, enjoying the hiss of his sharp inhale. It was not what she wanted from him, however, and removed her hand until he told her.

"Please, Beverly," he practically whimpered in her ear.

"Tell me, my love, I want to hear your voice." The doctor had no intentions of making him beg, she just wanted to hear that baritone tell her his desire.

"Please, touch me, Beverly." It was all he could think of to say. Jean Luc Picard was not a vulgar man and could not bring himself to be more explicit yet. He was relieved that his answer was apparently enough for his lover to continue her ministrations. She smiled and resumed her caress.

"Jean Luc, we need to move." Beverly had lowered her legs so they needed to proceed to a different position before they could be joined. She didn't think he would be able to hold her up long enough if they stood. He was trembling against her with his need and they were both near exhaustion with the constant physical exertions. The sleep had given them more stamina but it was not nearly as much as both required for full recovery. Abruptly he moved to shut off the shower and open the door. Taking a large towel and placing it on the steamy bathroom tile, Jean Luc turned back to his lover and lifted her out. Lowering her to the floor, he was surprised when Beverly moved to straddle him instead. She gave him a questioning look to see if this maneuver was all right and received a huge smile in return.

Positioning herself over his hardened length, Beverly slowly descended on it, while leaning forward to kiss his neck. His hands went to her breasts and rubbed his large palms over the tips until they stiffened as well. As she engulfed him again, he raised her shoulders to take one rosy morsel in his mouth. Beverly pushed against his hips with force at the action and groaned loudly.

She was so aroused that he felt her muscles contract tightly and knew she had been pushed over that ecstatic edge again. He chuckled at her zeal and waited for her to come down from the high before moving again. It was such fabulous agony anticipating like this when he knew she would be ready for him again in a few moments.

Slowly he felt Beverly clench her muscles more tightly than ever as she pulled up in an tormentingly slow movement, then released and pushed back with such force he gasped at the sensation. One more of those moves sent him through the barrier into rapturous bliss. But Beverly did not stop, she continued moving above him until she was nearing her own third climax. She needed his help, however, to get there.

Jean Luc heard her whimper at being unable to reach the release she needed once again and he pulled her close to whisper to her what he wanted.

"Squeeze, Beverly, you can do it, just squeeze as hard as you can, like before. I think it'll move for you if you clench tighter, my love. You can do it, yes, that's it." He felt her response and his own at the pressure she exerted. He was shocked to feel himself rouse so quickly again. This had NEVER happened before and he realized it was only possibly with this woman. Beverly was straining above him and he murmured to her again.

"Come on, my love, faster," he watched her face for the effect of his word, "tighter, Beverly, come on." Her hands pushed against his chest as she threw her head back to moan again. His voice sent her into fevered motion, straining for completion.

She put her entire being into doing what he asked and was now shouting her pleasure to echo on the tiled walls. He knew she was not quite there yet and reached to squeeze her butt for added arousal, while continuing to tell her what to do. His voice seemed to have as much erotic affect as his hands and made her writhe over him. He was once again hard and thrusting up powerfully to meet her. Jean Luc would have rolled her over but there was no room. He had to let this motion take them both to that magical liberation. Using the tub to give him more force, he grabbed her hips and plunged her down on himself repeatedly.

Beverly could feel his body shuddering with tension and excitement and knew he was close again. She needed only one tiny move from him to help her reach that shattering moment. Feeling his fingers reach beneath her moving thighs and touch her over stimulated core, finally delivered her with abandon. Jean Luc joined her a second later.

Her lover was nearly deafened by the screams, but he didn't mind. He could hear her murmuring 'Oh God' now repeatedly as his own mind echoed the doctor's joy. Her body quivered with residual waves of rapture and shuddered uncontrollably for several long minutes. It had been glorious for them both and they were trembling against each other for quite a long time before relaxing again.

Now too exhausted to move, the lovers actually fell asleep on the bathroom floor for a while. The hard, cold surface beneath Jean Luc finally woke him and he whispered Beverly's name to see if she was awake. No luck, his partner was quite comfortable on her human pillow and breathing deeply. He knew she had finally been sated for a while and smiled at the pleasure of knowing he could bring her to such a loss of coherence. Slowly rising while cradling Beverly against him, Jean Luc managed to get to his knees and then stand. Carrying her to the bed he lay his lover gently down and kissed her forehead before moving under the sheets. She rolled and draped herself across his body instinctively. Jean Luc sighed with contentment, wrapping his arms around her before drifting back to peaceful sleep.

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Waking suddenly and not remembering where she was, Dr. Crusher asked the computer for the time.

"It is now 1100 hours," the impersonal machine replied.

"Damn!" She leapt out of bed before realizing she was in the captain's quarters and felt him reach for her.

"Hey, Beverly, come back to bed, it's all right." Jean Luc reminded her they had one more day off and would not need to report to duty for another twenty hours yet.

Rolling back to his embrace, she murmured, "God, Jean Luc, you make me forget everything. I didn't even know where I was for a moment." Kissing his chest the doctor snuggled closer.

He chuckled and kissed her hair. Telling her she did the same to him , the captain then told his CMO how much he adored her. She leaned up to look at his face and replied in kind.

Captain Picard was about to murmur more intimate details when his stomach growled loudly. They both laughed and Beverly launched herself out of bed to grab his robe. She turned to let him see her inhale the scent from the fabric and the blissful smile it created on her face. He laughed again as she turned to fetch breakfast. Beverly hoped he didn't notice her slightly awkward stride. 'Damn,' she thought with another wicked grin, 'I haven't felt this sublime in years. Actually, I don't think I've EVER felt this good.' It was everything she'd ever wanted and more.

Beverly gathered the utensils as she waited for her love to come out of the shower. She considered joining him but knew they would only become distracted and never eat breakfast if she indulged that whim. Dr. Crusher was hungry for more than just Captain Picard right now and that craving needed to be fulfilled if they had twenty more hours alone together. The usual coffee and croissants would not do this morning. Punching in her request for two servings of waffles, bacon, orange juice, coffee, and toast, she set the coffee table not wanting to sit as far away from Jean Luc as would be necessary if they ate at the dining table. She needed to be able to touch him whenever the urge moved her. When the doctor finished the preparations and had the breakfast order prepared but not yet replicated, Beverly moved back to the bathroom. As the door opened, Jean Luc smiled and kissed her tenderly. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin was warm and steamy to her touch.

Dr. Crusher backed away after their kiss, she needed a shower herself and told him to finish the breakfast preparations while she cleaned up. He nodded his acquiescence and kissed her once more before leaving.

Jean Luc could not make the satisfied grin disappear from his face, although, to be quite honest, he didn't really try. This was everything he had every dreamed and so much more. Beverly was a goddess and he knew it. If this was an illusion, well, he would move heaven and earth to keep hallucinating as long as possible.

The 'deity' emerged ten minutes later, flushed by the heat of her ablutions. Her hair wrapped in a towel and his robe around her beautiful body. She kissed him again then quickly moved toward the sofa. Beverly was STARVING. Jean Luc joined her and the silence reigned until their initial hunger was sated. Each would caress the other at random moments just because they could. Her leg wrapped around one of his and he placed a hand on her thigh while drinking his coffee. Neither could recall ever being so content and happy.

After breakfast was cleared away, Beverly got up and went in search of a book. Jean Luc was puzzled by her perusal of his library until she came back to him and asked to have the poetry read to her. He smiled as his mind marveled at her need to hear his voice. The doctor had told and shown him how much she liked listening to his baritone inflections and he complied with her wish. Jean Luc had donned a short robe while she showered and now went to fetch a comforter so they could snuggle up together on the couch while he read to her.

Leaning back, with his legs stretched out on the couch, his lover lounging against him, Jean Luc began his verbal seduction. He knew exactly where this would end but wanted to take it slowly. Beverly made soft, comfortable noises in her throat periodically and let her hands move over his chest while she listened to the words of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

It was such a sensuous pleasure to bask in his dulcet tones and expert delivery of the prose. Jean Luc Picard knew his ancient literature well and Beverly wanted him to continue. Her hands did not press his most sensitive spots, just drifted lazily along his skin, savoring the sensation of being able to do such an intimate thing. His hand moved in similar ways on her back and arms. Every so often he would stop to kiss the top of her still slightly damp head (she had removed the towel earlier) and take in her scent. The captain was enjoying this as much as Dr. Crusher.

He read to her until his voice became tired. Putting the book on the coffee table, the Captain Picard wrapped the CMO in his arms and nestled down lower on the sofa making sure they were both quite comfortable. He sighed and could feel her smile against his chest.

"This is just too good to believe," Beverly said softly echoing his thoughts. "We should have done this a long time ago."

"No, my love, you weren't ready to let go before, and now is the right time for us to be together." He did not want her to regret the past or feel guilty because she hadn't been comfortable with this step earlier.

Beverly kissed his chest and nodded against him unable to verbally acknowledge the truth to his words. Her emotions were very close to the surface and she did not trust herself to speak just yet.

Jean Luc felt her tremble slightly and looked down to ascertain the reason. He saw the top of his lover's head as she moved to burrow more deeply within his embrace. He squeezed her shoulders while whispering 'I love you' in her hair. Dr. Crusher's response stunned the captain. She sobbed once and clutched him tightly. He rolled so they were facing each other on their sides before pulling back to look at her.

"Hey, Beverly? What's wrong?" His concern showed in the worried look on his face.

"Nothing," she replied, "I'm fine." The doctor could not look into those hazel eyes.

"No, my love, that's not true or you wouldn't be crying. Now tell me what's wrong," he said tenderly as his finger traced her cheek in an effort to get his lover to look at him.

"I...it's just," she began, trying to verbalize her overwhelming love for him.

"Beverly, darling, relax," he whispered and kissed her nose. "I'm here, just take a deep breath and tell me what you're feeling."

She complied and raised her eyes to his. "I...I just love you so much sometimes it hurts. I don't ever want to lose you. I need you, I need to be able to touch you and hold you. I can't seem to get close enough to you, it's as if I need to consume you." The doctor searched for some understanding in his face.

"Oh, Beverly, my beautiful love" he murmured, pulling her tightly to him. "I do know how you feel. I don't ever want you out of my sight again, but we both know that isn't possible." Jean Luc paused, kissing her head again. "It's frightening to think you'll be so far away from me tomorrow. I don't ever want you farther away than this, but we can't stay here forever, my love. As much as both of us would like to remain here, we have to go back to work at some point." 'I could also use the rest,' he thought with a grin. "Perhaps once this insatiable stage is over, it might be easier, but right now I fully agree with you."

Beverly pulled back to look at him, a frown creasing her brow, "What do you mean 'when this insatiable stage is over?' I have no intention of getting over wanting you desperately every single minute of every single day, Jean Luc Picard and I seriously hope you feel the same, because if you try to resist, I will simply accost you while you're sitting in that captain's chair!"

"No, my dearest, I don't intend to stop lusting after you constantly. Since I've been doing it for over twenty-five years, it's habit. But, I don't think the bridge crew would approve of your sitting on my lap all day just so I can touch you whenever the fancy strikes me. As much fun as that would be." He laughed at the very thought of such an unconventional vision and felt her respond with a chuckle.

"I don't know, Jean Luc, they might enjoy it. You know how much Will and Deanna have pushed us together. They'd be thrilled, I'm sure."

"You could be right, my love. But I'm almost positive there is some Starfleet regulation prohibiting the CMO from distracting the captain in such a manner." Jean Luc wasn't absolutely sure of it, but didn't want Beverly to know that.

"Mmm," she answered with a small sniff. The emotions were still just barely controlled but she did not want to upset him with her fears and forced herself to calm down.

"I'm sure you're right. Besides, it might disturb the crew to see their captain so distracted." She kissed him deeply to let Jean Luc know she was fine now.

"You certainly disturb ME, that I do know." He was slightly breathless from their kiss and answered in a husky voice.

"Really," Beverly replied in mock astonishment, "I had no idea!"

Jean Luc chuckled at how much he relished flirting with this woman. "Yes, Doctor. I'm quite concerned about your alarming behavior of late. I may have to take steps to keep it under control."

"Oh? Such as?"

"Well," he said slowly, disengaging from her grasp and moving off the sofa to sit in the chair opposite, while casually crossing his legs. He wanted to see how long it would take before one of them gave in to the desire to touch. "Perhaps distance is what's required."

Beverly sat up and rearranged the robe, leaning forward to allow him a tantalizing view of what it covered. Bracing her hands on the sofa, she took a deep breath and saw his eyes flicker lower. She smiled and released a sigh of victory at the successful ploy.

"Mmm, maybe this isn't...." he mused as his finger brushed his own lips. He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and leaned back to enjoy the view, considering his next comment carefully. The doctor's eyes were sparkling and mischievous, her half grin sending a warm flush up his cheeks at what he imagined she might be thinking.

"You are wicked," he laughingly told her.

"Me?! You're the one who moved all the way over there. I was behaving myself when you decided you needed your solitude." Her feigned anger accompanied by a perfect pout made him chuckle again.

"Definitely wicked. You are some enchantress sent here to make me forget my duty, admit it." He slowly drew his finger across his lips tempting her to come kiss them.

"You're right, I confess. I'm working for Will, he wants the big chair all to himself." Dr. Crusher smiled seductively and moved one hand to trail down her chest as she leaned back on the sofa, not removing her eyes from his. She saw the captain's gaze lower momentarily to watch her actions then return to her face.

"I should have known my first officer was behind this. So, you're collaborating with the enemy, hmm? I believe that's a punishable offense, Doctor." He had no clear plan where this conversation was going now, but knew where it would end. Jean Luc waited eagerly for her reply.

"It is, Captain." Beverly licked her lips before continuing, she knew her eyes were smoldering with lust just as her lover's were burning for her. "It is your duty to discipline me." This could get interesting very soon, she thought.

"Yes, quite." Jean Luc was not ready to surrender just yet, he wanted to make her move to him. "What do you think would be an appropriate chastisement, Doctor?"

"Mmm, I don't know. That all depends on the charges."

"Mutiny, Doctor. Collaborating with the enemy, disturbing the captain's peace, extracting confidential information. I think the charges are quite serious." Leaning forward he delivered his challenge, "What do you think would be a suitable punishment for such crimes?"

Beverly's hand had been teasing him since it first touched her body and he watched peripherally while holding her gaze with his own. She didn't answer right away, waiting to see if she could entice him back to her without words first. She jumped at his next commanding comment.

In his firmest 'Captain's' tone, Jean Luc ordered, "Answer me, Doctor." He didn't want to frighten her, but thought this demand might arouse his lover further.

"Yes, Sir." Beverly complied feeling a surge of excitement rush through her at his domineering order. Some part of her wanted him to overpower her will and force her surrender.

"I think you should..." she hesitated until he barked 'NOW, Doctor!' at her and made Beverly jump again. Jean Luc Picard may be captain of the USS Enterprise, but he never, ever disciplined, or even raised his voice much to his Chief Medical Officer. Beverly Crusher was fully aware that the captain was firmly wrapped around her little finger and sometimes she WANTED him to be forceful with her as he was with the rest of the crew. She smiled slightly at the waves of desire surging in her body at his insistence.

"Confine me to quarters, Sir. Your quarters, Sir." Beverly paused before offering the final disciplinary action, she wasn't sure he would approve, but the trust flamed inside and she continued, "Restraints, I believe, might be in order, Sir." The doctor nervously waited for his response.

Jean Luc felt his eyes widen and body respond to her request. He hadn't expected this. Was she serious? The captain would have to take this carefully and not push her farther than she wanted. He did not believe Beverly wished him to hurt her, just dominate her gently into submission. His CMO was a very forceful person and apparently had some need for him to compel her to surrender again. The captain realized subconsciously that the doctor was always in command, of him, herself and her staff. This was a little submission to his ego and authority that would never be evidenced in public. Jean Luc would do his utmost to please this woman and rose slowly to comply with her wishes. Indicating she should go to the bedroom, he watched her stand and edge out from behind the coffee table.

"Move, Doctor!" The captain emphasized his order with a light swat to her butt and received a soft squeal for his gesture. She walked quickly to the bedroom and stood at attention beside the bed awaiting his next order. Captain Picard clasped his hands behind his back and positioned himself centimeters from Beverly's face. His voice was low as he spoke, he felt mildly ridiculous at saying such things to the love of his life.

"You have been very disobedient, Dr. Crusher. Haven't you?" He insisted on an answer from his subordinate.

"Yes, Sir," Beverly whispered. This was so erotic she could hardly keep her hands at her sides. Her body was screaming for him to touch her now and it was difficult to wait.

"Yes, indeed, very serious, Doctor. I'm afraid I am forced to attempt your redemption." He let his eyes rake over her body and watched as she leaned slightly closer. He kept the minuscule distance between them by moving back to compensate for her forward motion.

"Behave yourself, Dr. Crusher!" It was not a severe reprimand but firm and succeeded in making her resume her previous stance.

"That's better. Now, you will do exactly as I tell or the punishment will be harder on you." His double entendre had the desired effect. Dr. Cruhser's eyes flashed with anticipation and lust. She could hardly wait.

"Lie down on your back, middle of the bed, NOW!" Jean Luc waited for her to respond before moving to the foot of the bed. He watched Beverly as her breathing quickened with desire. She placed her hands flat on the covers and stared at him. He was quite as excited as his lover and the proof stood straining against the silk of the garment he wore.

"Take the belt off your robe and hand it to me, Doctor." Jean Luc intended to use the piece of fabric to fulfill her wish to be restrained. Beverly followed his order and sat up to give him the satin belt. The robe fell open at her movement and he controlled the urge to abandon this play and take her right now.

"Lie down," his tone never wavered, but it was not harsh or too demanding. Beverly knew she could stop this game anytime with one look, but it was exciting to see him going along with it. Jean Luc slowly pulled the fabric through his hand and gave her a questioning look. He wanted to be sure this was her wish.

Beverly smiled shyly at him for a second then waited for his next move.

"Hands!" The captain pulled the belt tightly until he heard it snap. She quickly brought her hands together above her waist and watched him tie them together with the delicate cloth. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips and closed her eyes in anticipation. The captain had another idea and went to his dresser for a scarf. It was an odd accessory for Jean Luc to own, but it had been a gift from Walker Keel as a joke. Picard was now grateful for his friend's amusement and folded it carefully to use as a blindfold.

Beverly followed his movements intently and gasped when she realized what he would do. Her lover hesitated thinking she was appalled at his suggestion and looked to her for acceptance or denial of this element in their game. She whispered an almost inaudible 'yes' and he moved to complete the action.

Jean Luc tied the scarf loosely around her head, he did not want her to be frightened or hurt in any way. The captain had never been aroused by pain and his encounter with the Borg and Gul Madred simply reinforced that aversion. He was, however, not unwilling to try some very gentle bondage with his companion if that's what she wished. He would easily surrender to her himself if that was her desire later. Jean Luc was actually surprised that the thought of Beverly doing this to him could be so exciting. But, first things first. It was his turn to be in charge and he pulled her hands above her head and commanded her not to move them. There was no easy way for him to make sure she complied with this order right now, there was nothing to tie the belt around that would keep her restrained. He would just have to rely on her not to move her hands.

"Yes, Sir." Beverly was very aroused now and could not wait for his touch. It seemed like hours before she jumped at feeling his hand brush her stomach. The moan sounded before she could stop it. Jean Luc did not complain. He liked it. Pulling the robe to either side of her body, he gazed at the delicious sight of Beverly's flushed curves. Slowly spreading her legs, Jean Luc knelt between them and considered his next move. His lover was practically writhing already. Her breath came in short pants and he knew she was so close he merely had to touch her lightly to make her shudder with release. A thought occurred to him and he placed his hands on the mattress to either side of her while leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Doctor," he murmured his desire and grasped her earlobe in his lips, tugging it firmly trying to send her into ecstasy with this small caress. It almost worked, but she needed something slightly more enticing to breach the summit. He could make her climax with just his voice and a quick stroke of his tongue. Leaning back he drew the tip of his tongue from her navel to her throat in one quick movement. She gasped and cried out for him.

Shuddering with her unexpected release, Beverly made a tremendous effort not to wrap her bound hands around his neck. She had promised not to and would honor his request. This was intense and fascinating. She had not believed initially that Jean Luc would go along with her somewhat unusual, at least for them, request.

He watched her tremble beneath him and waited for the sensations to subside before beginning again. When she relaxed a bit, he asked her, "Are you prepared for your punishment, Doctor?"

"Yes, Sir." Beverly almost did not get the words out before his hands were again sending shocks through her system. Jean Luc was quite disciplined and used his knowledge of her body to elicit gasps, moans and shouts of pleasure from her lips. He did not allow her to anticipate his next move, his random strokes and caresses were maddening because she did not know what he would do next. When his tongue suddenly tasted her wet folds, she bucked involuntarily at the electric bolt it shot through her.

"Jean Luc! Oh God!" She could not refrain from crying out.

The captain lifted his head and moved up to her ear. In a low, but forceful tone he said, "You will refer to me as Captain or Sir, Dr. Crusher, is that understood?" He didn't really care what she called him but knew it would arouse her further to be reprimanded like this. He saw her nod, unable to speak coherently, and pushed her a bit further.

"Answer me, Doctor!"

"Yes, Captain." She gasped, then begged him to touch her again, "Please, Captain, don't stop."

He chuckled under his breath at her plea. This was marvelous. "You're not in command here, Dr. Crusher, you will await my pleasure," Jean Luc replied, not meaning a word of it. If she weren't so completely in control of his raging hormones, she would not be tied up on his bed blindfolded right now. "Is that clear?" He did, however, want to hear her panting reply again.

"Yes, Captain." Beverly breathed the words and arched up without meaning to. Her body was acting of its own accord now and needed to be touched by this man.

"Very well, Doctor." With that Jean Luc moved back to his previous task and considered his options. She was so near an orgasm again he had only to flick his tongue across her throbbing morsel of pleasure to bring her release. Instead, he lightly ran his fingers up her inner thighs, stopping just before touching her more intimately. She moaned agonizingly at his total control of her reactions, but did not move to make him take her yet. Bending his head, he nudged her thigh with his nose and stroked the smooth skin with his tongue until she began to squirm beneath his touch. She was whimpering now and begging him to touch her more forcefully, but remembering his wish for her to remain respectful and subordinate. He smiled then moved one finger over the core of her being and sent her crashing beyond comprehension once again. As she climaxed, he entered her decisively, she thrust against him to bring him fully inside as she shuddered repeatedly. He waited one second then plunged in again. The shouts were deafening as her interior muscles rhythmically contracted around his own throbbing desire. Jean Luc continued to discipline the doctor with harder, faster motions, while placing one hand on a very sensitive breast and rubbing his palm over the peak. He wanted to make her body tremble like this for a long time and shaped his movements to her pace.

Beverly responded by thrusting as hard as she could against him. She desperately wanted to squeeze his backside, but kept her hands above her head until the urgency was so strong she could not think properly any longer. He did not object as her arms descended around his head. She dug her nails into his back and screamed her joy. He responded with more force until she thought he might push through her, but did not complain. His body slammed hers back to the bed time and again until she knew he was close to his own orgasm.

Pressing her heals in his thighs she urged him on verbally and physically until every muscle tightened and he cried out her name. Jean Luc withdrew quickly after his orgasm and replaced his spent member with fingers, leaning above her to watch her shatter at his expert touch. Delicately stroking her most sensitive spot he manipulated her to the edge then strategically clasped the nugget of her desire between his fingers until she clamped her thighs around his hand and arm.

"Do you regret your inappropriate behavior, Doctor?" The captain knew she would be stimulated once more by his continuing the 'punishment.'

"Yes," the CMO gasped.

"Yes, WHAT," he demanded.

"Yes....Captain." The doctor's gasps of pleasure were disrupting her ability to speak coherently.

"Do you think you've been disciplined enough," Jean Luc asked in his best 'command' tone.

"No....Captain," Dr. Crusher replied breathlessly, still trembling from his touch. He had slowed the strokes now, letting her relax a bit.

Jean Luc did not retreat from the contact, he was going to send her into more spasms if possible and paused only long enough for her to release the immediate tension, then began a slow descent of kisses down her torso to replace his probing fingers with his mouth. He felt his own arousal at this pursuit and knew they would not stop yet.

Beverly was barely able to grasp the concept of what he was going to do again and did not know if she could endure such monumental and overwhelming sensations, but she did not ask the captain to cease his exploration. When his tongue tasted her again, her breathing was still labored from the last session and she tried to calm herself but his probing was too much. She twisted her hands out of the belt and removed the scarf quickly. Then reaching for him, she pulled him up to her mouth. The taste of their essence mixed together was unusual and tantalizing. When she pulled back, Beverly asked him to give her a second to recover. She felt his now hardened flesh against her thigh and was again amazed that she could do this to him so quickly.

Jean Luc complied with Beverly's wishes as a wave of guilt swept over him for pushing her so far. She had surrendered to him completely three times in less than an hour and he wanted more? What could he be thinking? Well, that was easy, he wasn't thinking, just feeling and reacting to the sensations and craving for her. Embracing her, he rolled so that she could now control the activities. It was unfair of him to make her comply when she was so beyond command of her faculties. Beverly buried her face in his neck and simply lay on top of him until her breathing returned to a more normal pace.

"You are absolutely incredible," she whispered as her body relaxed once again.

"Thank you, my love," he said rather humbled by the compliment, kissing her in gratitude for the indulgence. Moving back to watch his face, Beverly pushed herself onto him again and paused for a moment to sit up. His hands instantly grasped her hips then moved up to stroke her breasts in tandem. She grabbed his wrists lightly and threw back her head in pleasure. The doctor no longer made any noise, Beverly was beyond that point now and simply let the sensations cascade through her body. She felt every single nerve respond to his touch and quickened the rhythm of her hips slightly. Realizing she might not be able to walk in the morning, Dr. Crusher decided she no longer cared about such mundane things. Bringing her head forward the glorious red hair falling about her face as his hands continued to send shocks through her body. Her own hands were now pressed against his chest, the doctor's concentration on the flesh within her and making it explode. Beverly's internal muscles were tightening and releasing his length with precision as she lifted her hips only to slam him back to the bed. When the pace became more frenzied, she leaned to her elbows for a better angle of thrust and continued the dance.

Jean Luc was very close and reached between them again to bring her with him in this final burst of passion. Stroking her while increasing the pressure of his fingers, she moved faster until her body clenched completely and her nails dug into his chest. He thrust into her a few more times before erupting in the flames of carnality.

Spent and completely depleted they lay there, breathing heavily against each other not moving. After several long, silent minutes, Jean Luc reached for the covers and barely grasped them before pulling the comforter over their exhausted bodies. He closed his eyes and felt the residual shudders course through Beverly. She was still shaking uncontrollably and he worried that he hurt her, but could not think how. She had been in complete control and was lying on top of him still joined with his flesh. He felt her internal trembling as well and asked her if she was all right.

"Yes, my love. I think every single nerve exploded that last time." Beverly was still breathing heavily and gasped her answer slightly.

Wrapping his arms around her he let his lover absorb the sensations without further comment. Jean Luc knew exactly how she felt, he could feel the quaking of his own drained muscles and could not stop the uncontrollable vibrations. He felt her kiss the skin below her lips as she could not move her head further.

When the captain felt his partner relax completely in sleep, Jean Luc smiled contentedly and tightened his grasp. God this woman was stupendous! How had he ever let her out of his sight before yesterday? How would he ever allow her to leave tomorrow morning or force himself to the bridge? The captain knew he would spend a tortured day thinking about his lovely companion and only hoped he could control any physical response to the visions that would play through his mind. Even now, with her still wrapped around him in their intimate embrace, he was consumed with thoughts of Beverly Crusher. She had touched his soul and opened her own to him. They were practically one being now. Jean Luc never wanted to be parted from this enchanting creature, but knew he would have to steal himself for the moment when he must kiss her and let his CMO go to work. It was agonizing and his arms pressed her closer still. She murmured his name in her sleep at the crushing embrace but did not attempt to move away. Finally allowing his arms to relax, Jean Luc closed his eyes and slept with his lover firmly held against his body.

They would never truly be apart again. Not in mind or spirit.

THE END