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Author's Note: Okay, this was another silly conversation that degenerated into a dare. It's goofy, but what can I say...had to do it. It's also turned into a sequel to 'Boxers or Briefs.' So, for all those who wanted to know which, keep reading. :) All feedback is certainly welcome (just be aware that I already KNOW it's goofy).
Beverly Crusher walked into Ten Forward, only slightly late for the reception. The Enterprise E was playing host to the Nerelians, a new protectorate of the Federation. Beverly briefly wondered why the Enterprise was getting to welcome all the really petite species in the galaxy. She abandoned that line of thought as her eyes caught the captain conversing with the Nerelian ambassador across the room.
Beverly moved towards him, smiling slightly at the thought of their almost intimate encounter in his ready room earlier in the day. She'd almost gotten to find out if he wore boxers or briefs, but was interrupted by Riker calling the captain to the bridge to greet the Nerelian ambassador.
She had been soooo close. He was there, in her arms, her hands just about to clasp that tight little behind of his....then Riker stepped in and ruined it all. Now she had to wait until this damned reception was over. And that was assuming she could recreate the mood once more when they were alone again.
Beverly gave Will a mildly evil glare before smiling wickedly at him. He had no clue what he'd interrupted, but she was plotting a suitable revenge nonetheless.
Dr. Crusher made her way across the room towards the captain, greeting crewmembers and a few of the Nerelians along the way while scooping a drink off the tray of a passing waiter. She insinuated herself into the captain's conversation and stood opposite him and to the ambassador's right while he expounded on the virtues of the Federation. Beverly refrained from rolling her eyes at such tripe, knowing Jean Luc hated saying it as much as she hated hearing it. The Federation had deteriorated to the point that his intervention into the Ba'ku situation became necessary. Beverly had wholeheartedly agreed and gone along. But, for the sake of the UFP, Jean Luc and his crew still mouthed the words glorifying the Federation, Starfleet and the benefits of becoming a part of the fold.
Tuning out the words, she simply concentrated on the beautiful sound of Jean Luc's lovely baritone. It almost sent shivers through her just to hear its steady rhythm and timbre. She smiled slightly at the thought of what his voice could do to her if they were alone and he was in the proper mood. She blushed slightly at the thought, looked down and took a sip of her drink.
Since Beverly was standing in front of Jean Luc and slightly to the right of the rather short ambassador, she had a perfect view of the captain's pants. The astonishing fact was that his fly seemed to be open. It was gaping slightly and the opening seemed to become more pronounced with every movement he made. Beverly almost spewed her beverage all over the captain when she saw this. It was all she could do to keep from laughing, but she controlled herself with the greatest effort. The biggest embarrassment to him would have to be the fact that the Nerelian ambassador only came to just above the captain's waist. He HAD to have noticed the gap in Captain Picard's trousers by now. Beverly knew Jean Luc would be appalled at such an occurrence.
She stared at it for several minutes until she heard Jean Luc say her name. She was being introduced to the ambassador. Beverly turned, offered her hand in greeting, mouthed a few polite phrases of acknowledgment, then turned back to the captain. Her eyes immediately went to his open fly. She forced herself to look up momentarily and found Jean Luc's eyes boring into her. She smiled, glanced down quickly, then back up and saw him smirk slightly.
'He thinks I'm just ogling him,' she thought and stifled another laugh before it could escape. She needed to move away for a few minutes to be able to control herself and made a polite excuse to get away for a minute or two. Jean Luc had no bloody idea his fly was gaping open and NOW he thought she was undressing him with her eyes in the middle of a reception. Beverly wasn't actually opposed to doing such a thing, but this was too funny.
Once Beverly felt she could maintain a dignified countenance, she returned to the ambassador and captain. She briefly thought about whispering to him to let him know, but abandoned that option since it would be incredibly rude to do so in front of the ambassador. When she finally caught Jean Luc's eye, she discretely ran her hand down her abdomen, then made a subtle 'zip up' motion, but he still didn't get it. He simply smiled at her and resumed his conversation with the ambassador.
Finally Beverly decided if she simply stared at it long enough he might get a clue. It was the only option she could think of without simply telling him outright and completely embarrassing him.
Once she set her eyes on the opening, she noticed she could see his olive skin above the apparently black underwear he had on.
'Hmm,' she thought, 'Looks like he wears briefs after all.' Beverly hadn't really thought the man wore boxers. She was more inclined to think he wore a close fitting knit alternate of boxers that hugged his legs and went to his waist. Apparently this was not the case at all.
She smiled as the vision of Jean Luc Picard in nothing but black briefs flitted through her mind. Her reverie was interrupted by the ambassador's asking a question about the medical facilities at Starfleet. She answered politely and as accurately as she could, then glanced again at Jean Luc. He was truly smirking at her now. He'd noticed where her eyes had been moments before and was obviously feeling quite smug about it.
Once the ambassador turned his attention back to the captain, Beverly took a step back. Perhaps she could just mouth the words and he'd understand. She tried this. Jean Luc just looked confused. Apparently he couldn't lip read 'Your fly is open' OR 'Zip up your pants.' Sometimes Beverly just wanted to thwap him. He could be sooo obtuse!
After several agonizing minutes, Jean Luc's conversation with the ambassador came to an end and the Nerelian moved away. Beverly thought she saw a bit of a smirk on the tiny man's face, but couldn't really tell since he turned away too quickly. She supposed there was really no way the ambassador could have missed the unzipped fly, but that was a moot point now.
Taking the brief moment of opportunity, Beverly quickly brought herself to Jean Luc's side, leaned in to him and whispered.
"Your fly's open, Jean Luc."
After passing on the information she took a step back and returned to her professional demeanor. His face was beginning to turn quite pink when she realized there was precious little he could do about the situation in the middle of Ten Forward. He'd have to excuse himself for a moment so no one would see him zipping up his pants. Even if Beverly shielded him from inadvertent glances, she could not cover all sides of him at once.
There was only one option, Picard HAD to excuse himself and find a secluded spot to correct the problem quickly. Beverly suggested Guinan's office. Jean Luc nodded, then leaned over to whisper in Beverly's ear.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you would walk in front of me. I'd rather not be embarrassed any further if I can possibly avoid it."
Beverly nodded, then slowly walked in front of Jean Luc until they were at the door to Guinan's office. The Hostess was not there at the moment, which was a relief to both officers. No need to tell EVERYONE about this.
Beverly slid inside the door just before it closed after Jean Luc had passed through. Maybe she could set him up for the proper mood later if she worked this right.
She watched him zip his pants then he turned abruptly. The look on his face plainly told her he did not believe she had followed him inside. Beverly wasn't quite sure why he would think she'd just stand out there by herself, but let it go as she moved closer to him.
Placing both hands flat on Jean Luc's chest, Beverly smiled wickedly then leaned in further.
"So, it's briefs after all," she said quietly.
He smiled, brought his hands to her waist, brought his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Wrong, but you'll have to wait until later to find out, Doctor." With that, Jean Luc released her, took a step around Beverly and exited Guinan's office with a mischievous smile on his face.
Beverly stood there with her mouth slightly open and watched him until the door closed once more.
"Wrong? What the hell does he mean by that? They certainly weren't BOXERS!" But at least she had a clear indication that she WOULD find out. When the hell was this damned reception going to end?
Dr. Crusher resumed her professional mask, and returned to the reception. This time she stayed away from the captain, unsure she could keep from simply staring at his 'package' while trying to figure out what he was wearing underneath. She grinned at the thought, then wiped the lecherous smile off her face as she waded into the reception once more.
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An hour later, the reception over, the Nerelians took their leave. Beverly watched as the captain escorted his guests to the transporter room. She decided this was as good a time as any to set up her seduction scene and took off.
Once inside the captain's cabin, Beverly lowered the lighting to a romantic level, lit several candles, then ran to her own cabin to change out of the dress uniform. It took her twenty minutes, but she was fairly sure Jean Luc would not have been able to divest himself of the Nerelians that quickly.
Almost running back to his quarters, she rang the bell before letting herself in. When he didn't answer, she used her override once more and took two wine glasses from the shelf near the replicator. She stood for a moment trying to remember where Jean Luc kept the Picard wines. Finally remembering, she took a bottle, uncorked it, and set it on the coffee table next to the goblets.
After that, Beverly draped herself on the sofa in a rather seductive pose and waited. And waited. And waited. She waited quite a long time. So long, in fact, that she fell asleep.
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Jean Luc found her that way several hours later. Curled up on the sofa, breathing deeply with a slight grin on her face.
He smiled and mentally kicked himself for going to the bridge before coming back to his quarters. He had no idea she'd be waiting for him.
He walked quietly to the couch and knelt down. Gently stroking her cheek, he softly called her name.
"Beverly."
"Mmmm, I like you better without underwear at all," she murmured and her smile increased.
He chuckled at the realization that she was now DREAMING about his undergarments. She must really be obsessed, he thought.
"Beverly, wake up," he said with his lips very close to her ear.
She turned her face towards the sound, but did not open her eyes. Their lips met unexpectedly and Jean Luc paused for a split second before taking full advantage of the situation.
Beverly rolled onto her back and slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jean Luc squirmed one arm underneath her and let the other roam up and down her side. His tongue begged admittance and was quickly granted entry. Even half asleep, Beverly was one helluva kisser!
Once their mouths parted, she opened her eyes and he chuckled.
"Were you having a VERY pleasant dream my dear?"
She blushed slightly then nodded.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting here for..." she paused to look at the chronometer, "three hours!"
"I AM sorry, my love. If I had known you'd be here, I would never have wasted those three hours on the bridge. Why didn't you call me?"
"I...I don't know, I just assumed you'd come back here first. You hate that dress uniform so much I thought you'd want to get out of it before doing anything else."
Jean Luc had risen enough to sit on the edge of the sofa and had slowly pulled Beverly up as well. He smiled at her again. She looked so beautiful, even with the drowsiness still evident on her face. It actually made her MORE irresistible. She leaned in, placing her head on his shoulder and sighed.
"Well, you're here now and that's all that matters." She hugged him tightly then leaned back and frowned.
"What," he asked wondering what he'd done wrong.
"Stand up," she answered abruptly.
"What? Why?"
"Just stand up," Beverly replied as she nudged him.
Jean Luc stood. Her hands went immediately to his hips then she turned him to face her as her feet hit the floor.
"I want to know, and I want to know NOW," Beverly said, not taking her eyes off his pants.
"What?" Jean Luc was a bit stunned by this, and wasn't really sure what she might do next. When her hands went to the clasp of his trousers, he grinned. When her fingers slid the zipper down, he actually chuckled. When her hands began to slide into each side of his pants, he stopped her.
"Now what makes you think it's as easy as that, my dear?" He grinned wickedly down at her as she turned her face up.
"Jean Luc, don't tease," Beverly pouted seductively.
He pulled her to her feet, then wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, bringing her hands around so they rested on his chest.
"If you think I'm the only one who is going to reveal secrets, you are sadly mistaken, Beverly." He smiled as her eyes went wide in feigned innocence.
"Oh, I see. 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' is that it?" Beverly rubbed against him as she said it, then let her arms slide up to wrap around his neck.
"Exactly," he replied, grinning devilishly.
"Hmm, well, all right. If you insist," she agreed, "But you first."
Jean Luc frowned slightly, then leaned in for a kiss before continuing with the disrobing. Beverly responded whole-heartedly while letting her hands drift back down to his waist. By the time they parted, Jean Luc's pants were around his ankles, as was Beverly's skirt.
She looked down and he could see her eyes widen in surprise. He chuckled, then laughed as she whispered 'Oh my God.'
"Something you didn't expect, Doctor?" Jean Luc teased her as he pulled her back to him.
"I....what...I had no IDEA!" Beverly was obviously flabbergasted by the revelation.
Jean Luc chuckled again, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You never ONCE thought I wore a g-string?" He leaned back and looked at her in mock surprise.
Beverly's mouth was hanging open. He laughed heartily, then pulled her close again. Turning his lips to her ear once more, he told her the truth.
"I only wore these tonight because I was hoping this would happen and I wanted to see your reaction. I don't usually wear such things. I just replicated them for YOU." He grinned and waited for her response.
She pulled back this time and looked at him steadily, her eyes widening as the meaning of his words apparently began to sink in.
"You were HOPING this would happen?" She smiled triumphantly, then went to work on his uniform.
"Yes, weren't you?" Jean Luc allowed her to remove his jacket, then the shirt underneath before he divested her of the blouse she wore. He took a small step back to admire the view as she replied.
"Well, yes, frankly, I was, but I wasn't too sure about YOU. At least, not until you told me I'd have to wait until later in Guinan's office." Beverly ran her hands across his muscled chest as she spoke then leaned in to kiss his neck when she finished answering.
Jean Luc groaned at the reminder of his embarrassment earlier. "I cannot BELIEVE that happened. Do you think the ambassador noticed?"
Beverly froze at his question, then slowly pulled away to look him in the eye.
"Jean Luc, you're an imperfect being. Even if the ambassador noticed, he would understand that we all have flaws. Don't beat yourself up because you aren't perfect."
"Thank you for that, Beverly, but it doesn't make it any less humiliating." He kissed her tenderly in gratitude, then kicked his pants off over his boots. The footwear had to have attention. However, one could not simply kick them off. He sat down on the coffee table after scooting the wine out of the way and removed his boots. Beverly stood still in front of him until he finished, then reached for his head, wrapping her fingers around it, then pulling his face to her stomach.
The silk lingerie she wore was very enticing. Jean Luc needed no more encouragement than that. He wrapped his arms around her waist, stood slowly, nibbling and kissing his way up her torso, then turned them both around so he could sit on the sofa. Once there, he pulled Beverly onto his lap so that she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. Her lovely chest was perfectly placed for his lips to caress and he did so, hearing her moan softly as he discovered her body.
Beverly reached down, grabbing the thin strap around his hip that held the g-string in placed and pulled on it. It snapped quickly under the pressure and Jean Luc chuckled.
"Oops," she said as the wicked grin spread across her face. She scooted back slightly on his lap to give herself more room to remove the flimsy bit of fabric. Pulling it slowly from around him, she smiled widely as she tossed the little black piece of cloth over her shoulder.
Jean Luc took this opportunity to ease the straps of Beverly' one-piece undergarment off her ivory shoulders. Once it had slipped down around her waist, he pulled her back to his impatient lips. Tasting the creamy flesh for the first time, Jean Luc moaned as Beverly gasped. His tongue found one erect nipple as her hands caressed his sensitive scalp, pressing him closer.
Sliding one hand around her waist then trailing it slowly along her posterior, Jean Luc let it descend until he found the snaps at the crotch of her lingerie. He undid the barrier before sliding her even closer until his erect desire was caught between them. Beverly squeezed his hips with her knees at feeling the hot, velvet flesh against her and bent her head to kiss the top of his.
Jean Luc buried his face in her chest once more and moaned as she rubbed against him with increasing pressure. He finally placed his hands under her backside and lifted Beverly onto his ever-hardening length. She slid slowly down it while clenching her internal muscles and moaned as their bodies finally joined for the first time.
She placed her hand under his chin, raising his face so she could lean down and kiss him deeply. Beverly began to move slowly as the kiss intensified. When their movements became more frenzied, she placed both hands on the back of the couch, giving herself added leverage.
Jean Luc returned his lips to her chest after they broke for air, licking and nibbling each breast with more passion as she increased the pace of their dance. His hips began to move in counterpoint to hers as the electric sensations washed through him. Their bodies slammed together repeatedly until Beverly cried out in sheer ecstasy as she threw her head back with the pleasure of her release.
He thrust into her a few more times before experiencing the bliss of his own orgasm which seemed to go on forever as her muscles squeezed him rhythmically until they both relaxed once more.
Jean Luc hugged Beverly to him tightly as her head lowered to rest on the top of his.
"Oh God, Jean Luc," she whispered, then kissed the top of his head softly. Leaning back she raised his face to hers once more for a deep, tender kiss. Afterwards, she returned her cheek to rest on the top of his head again.
They remained this way for several minutes until Beverly broke the sated silence.
"Jean Luc?"
"Yes, my love," he answered softly, between light kisses to her ivory skin.
"If you don't wear a g-string all the time, what DO you wear under those uniform pants?"
He chuckled, the leaned back to look at her. He grinned wickedly before answering.
"Why, Dr. Crusher! That's rather a personal question, don't you think?" He was teasing her and she slapped his shoulder lightly at the joke.
"Tell me," she said and gave him the look he could never resist.
"I usually wear what I have on now," he answered with a grin.
"Really?" She was apparently very surprised by this answer. "You mean to tell me you've been walking around this ship, day in and day out, with NOTHING on underneath those pants?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you," he smiled triumphantly as he replied.
"Oh, Jean Luc! This is terrible!" Beverly's expression changed suddenly to one of concern.
"Why?" He was suddenly afraid she was going to tell him something VERY bad and frowned.
"Because," she said, before a slight smirk appeared on her lips, "Now I KNOW you go commando and it will be SERIOUSLY difficult trying to keep this lecherous grin off my face whenever I SEE you!"
Jean Luc let out the breath he'd unconsciously been holding and chuckled. Beverly joined him as she began to move her hips once more.
"To think, all I have to do is unzip those pants and have you RIGHT THERE, well, I don't know if I'll be able to resist, Captain!" She laughed again then leaned down to capture his lips with her own once more.
"Well, Doctor," he replied after they parted, "I may have to discipline you then. Perhaps confinement to quarters will assist in keeping you in line." He grinned and waited for her reaction.
"Mmm, that depends on whose quarters I'm confined to." She wiggled her eyebrows up and down a few times before they both collapsed in laughter.
Jean Luc rolled her over onto her back, then stretched out beside her as she turned to face him. He pulled the comforter that was draped across the back of the sofa down and over them both before kissing her again.
"I think my quarters might be the best idea, don't you?" Jean Luc could not keep the pleased grin off his face, even if he had bothered trying.
"Oh, yes, Captain, I think that's best." Beverly placed both hands on his chest before snuggling deeper into his embrace and falling blissfully asleep until later.
The End.