DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns them, I'm just borrowing them for a wet romp.
She was furious. Not only had she been arrested for prostitution, thrown in jail, and interrogated, but now HE would not allow her to end the program! Jean Luc Picard would PAY for this! Dixon Hill be damned!
Beverly Crusher looked up as the cell door clanged and saw the officer pointing to her, motioning for her to come out. She grabbed her hat and purse, brushing past the smirking cop on her way out. Beverly didn't bother saying anything to anyone as she left; they were holocharacters, what would be the point?
The infuriated red head was brought to the main lobby of the police station and handed over to her 'bail bondsman.' Beverly gave him the coldest, nastiest glare she could manage, but did not speak. Not yet, anyway.
Jean Luc Picard motioned for her to precede him out of the station. Beverly saw the slight smirk he was obviously trying to hide and that was it for the good doctor, she exploded.
"How DARE you!!" Her voice was quite loud and several 'people' on the street turned to look at the couple exiting the station house. She didn't care. Beverly wouldn't have cared if the people were REAL.
"Beverly," Jean Luc said as he reached for her, "Calm down!"
"Don't you 'Beverly, calm down' ME, Jean Luc Picard! How DARE you!" She slapped his hand away and glared at him more intensely than before.
At that particular moment, the holodeck skies opened up and a steady, summer rain began to fall. It wasn't cold, just wet and persistent.
Beverly looked up, then back at her companion. Her brows sank even more menacingly over her angry blue eyes.
"Oh, GREAT," she said, "First you don't tell me my character is a prostitute, you leave me standing on the street while you go interrogate some low life, you let the police arrest me for soliciting, drag me away, throw me in a cell, then you won't let me END this program and now, NOW it's raining.! Are you TRYING to piss me off, Jean Luc? Or is this just some twisted part of you I've never seen before?" Beverly stood with hands firmly planted on her hips, eyes shooting daggers at him, waiting for an answer and letting the rain soak her completely.
"Beverly," Jean Luc began with a touch of tension in his voice now. Real characters or not, the fit she was having apparently embarrassed him. "I honestly did not read anything but the first few lines of the synopsis. You said you wanted this to be spontaneous, a surprise, so I didn't read more than the fact that there was a female character for you to play. The computer was simply programmed to go through the book. It apparently rains in the story. I haven't changed any of it. I had no idea your character was a...a...." He didn't finish the sentence, but took a step closer to Beverly.
Her angry glare did not let up as she crossed her arms, waiting to see what else he might offer as an excuse.
"I swear I did NOT know they would arrest you. I didn't read the book. If I'd know she was a....a...."
"Why wouldn't you just let me END it, Jean Luc?" Her voice was more controlled now, but still as angry as before.
"Beverly, what fun would that be?"
The pump barely missed striking his head and only avoided shattering the window by inches. It fell to the floor after hitting the wall behind him and lay there. Beverly did not look remotely as if she planned to apologize for throwing it.
"I'll remember that when your next physical comes due, CAPTAIN!" Beverly removed her other shoe, briefly contemplating whether to hurl it at him as well, but controlled the urge and just dropped it on the floor.
"Fun," she said abruptly, "YOU may think this is fun, but I DO NOT! I don't particularly enjoy being handcuffed, searched, verbally abused, and thrown in a jail cell! THAT IS NOT MY IDEA OF AMUSEMENT!!!" She knew shouting wasn't really necessary since Hill's apartment was rather small, but she no longer cared.
"Beverly," Jean Luc answered, taking a cautious step towards her, "I'm sorry. Honestly. I got you out didn't I? I'm sorry about your being arrested. I didn't know that would happen. I'm sorry I had to leave you there for so long, but it took me a while to find the appropriate currency, then to find out how much I needed. It wasn't really that awful, was it?" He was trying to make amends, but that last question had been a mistake.
"YES, it WAS that awful," she yelled back. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" She could see the smirk on his face fighting to get out. Beverly bent down to pick up the other shoe and pitch it at him.
Jean Luc reacted as soon as she started to lean down. He propelled himself forward the few steps separating them, grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled Beverly rather forcefully to her feet, backed her up to the wall then pressed himself against her while holding her arms to her sides.
"I'm sorry," he repeated softly, looking directly into her angry blue eyes. "I am sorry, Beverly, forgive me."
"What..." she said then swallowed hard, "What are you doing?" She knew her voice sounded rather breathless and nervous, but couldn't control it with him pressed against her like this. Beverly could feel every muscle under the wet cotton shirt he wore. It was soaked through since he had tried to offer her his jacket on the way back to the apartment. She'd refused the gallant gesture on principle. Now the shirt was clinging seductively to his chest. It molded itself to his skin, moving with him as his muscles flexed.
She glanced down once and swallowed again. The pants weren't helping much either. Beverly had no idea what material they were made from, but the fabric was plastered to his legs. Every line and angle was perfectly outlined.
"Trying to apologize," he replied softly, then leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. Pulling back after that ethereal touch, he looked at Beverly again and waited.
She froze. Her breathing was not remotely steady and she knew he could feel her trembling against him.
"What...." She tried to be coherent, but her mind was reeling from his closeness and the gentle touch of his mouth to hers, "What's gotten into you," she whispered. Her hands came up to his damp chest without her brain's permission and rubbed across the wet fabric as she watched her fingers curiously.
"You," he answered gently, then nudged his mouth under her nose for another kiss. This one was not the delicate brush the previous one had been. His arms pulled her closer as his lips pressed against hers. She felt his tongue beg admittance and automatically opened her mouth to allow him in. His tongue caressed then devoured hers as he pressed their wet bodies together.
Beverly's mind was in chaos as he ended the kiss and pulled away a bit. She leaned her head back against the wall as he bent to taste her damp throat.
"My God," she murmured, "What HAS gotten into you, Jean Luc?" She wasn't going to stop it but somewhere, in the back of her mind, she vaguely remembered she was supposed to be mad at him.
His head came up and the sparkling hazel eyes caught her smoldering blue ones in a passionate gaze. He smiled, then pushed his body away from hers slightly. Jean Luc looked down between them at their still soaked clothing, then back up at Beverly and grinned wickedly.
"Do you have any idea how spectacular you look right now?"
Beverly glanced down as well and found that the light silk dress she wore clung to every curve of her body. It was molded to her thighs, breasts, arms and stomach. The pale fabric had become practically transparent and her silk undergarments were clearly visible beneath it.
She looked up and into the most amused, aroused eyes she'd ever seen. The expression on Jean Luc's face was priceless. It reflected hope, amusement, lust, some slight apprehension, and an eagerness she had never seen before. It was too much for Beverly to resist. The laughter bubbled out of her throat before she could stop it. She heard Jean Luc chuckle as well before he pulled her in for another searing kiss.
The clothing dried rather haphazardly in a heap on the floor as the couple couldn't be bothered to hang them up properly just now. They were busy with more important mysteries as the soothin' summer shower beat against the window pane.
The END.