Whoa Nellie
04-09-2008, 09:33 AM
Title: Perfectly Resistible
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG
Repost
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/V, Kamala, R/T
Summary: What happens if a metamorph *bonds* to someone they have no
claim on?
Author's notes: For more information on Kamala, see the TNG, fifth
season episode "Perfect Mate." Yes, the title of this is a play on the
title of that. Feel free to archive to any pertinent site. This
story was originally posted to ASC on May 15, 2002
As always: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun
playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated - posted or e-mail.
Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/
Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000
A thin film of perspiration covering him, Picard rested his forehead
against the doorway, utterly drained from the physical exertion.
Vash's long leg was still wrapped around his hip and her fingers
clutched his shoulders through his dress uniform, her tiny frame
racked with tremors. With each shudder, a small whimper punctuated
her ragged breathing. The sharp edge of his lust abating, he began to
pull back slightly. As his face brushed past hers, she turned to
press a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek. The tender gesture of
devotion, so incongruous with the raw lust of the past few moments,
was overwhelming in its simplicity. It always astounded him how this
woman could go from succubus to seraphim in the blink of an eye.
Looking down at her, his attention was drawn to her rose-petal lips,
now passion-swollen from his relentless kisses. A heated flush had
swept up her ivory skin from the neckline highlighting her delicate
features. Her eyes fluttered open, pools of liquid blue gazing
adoringly up at him through thick lashes.
Vash's hands slipped from Jean-Luc's shoulders to the hard expanse of
his chest feeling the powerfully corded muscles beneath his white,
uniform jacket. Her leg slowly slid from his hip down his leg until
she was once again standing normally, the fabric of his trousers
coarse against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She searched
his handsome, chiseled features to find his steel-grey eyes filled
with desire and affection. Barely audible, her voice quavered
slightly, "Jean-Luc."
"Je t' aime, Vash," Picard vowed in a low, bedroom baritone burying
his hands in her dark hair.
Vash's insides turned upside-down at the declaration of love and warm
timbre of Jean-Luc's voice. Her eyes drifted shut as he lowered his
face to hers, his lips brushing each eyelid in turn before moving to
drop kisses on her forehead. He nuzzled her cheeks, his warm breath
tickling her skin, and ended his affectionate exploration with a
lingering kiss on the very tip of her nose. His brief, feather-like
kisses made her yearn for more. Her lips opened pliantly under his as
his mouth finally found hers for a long, slow, passionate kiss. When
he slipped his tongue past her parted lips to gently stroke the warm,
moist cavern of her mouth, the butterflies in her stomach fluttered.
The sweetness of his kiss was aching in its tenderness. She melted
into him, reveling in the unhurried passion. When he finally broke
the kiss, she echoed in a soft whisper, "Je t' aime."
His appreciative gaze followed his fingertips along her smooth cheek
to trail down the graceful arch of her neck. His fingertips slid past
the plunging neckline of her peach gown to trace the swell of her
breasts. Quietly, he marveled, "Mon Dieu, you're even more beautiful
now than you were that first afternoon on Risa."
Vash demurely averted her eyes, looking down at her evening gown.
"You remembered?"
"How could I forget the first time I ever laid eyes on you or the
little two-piece number you were wearing?" Cupping her cheek with his
palm, he slipped his thumb under her chin to bring her gaze up to
his. "Although somewhat modest by Risan standards, the outfit bared
just enough to completely distract and disarm a vacationing starship
captain, especially when the charming nymph wearing it suddenly threw
herself into his arms and kissed him."
"I did make something of a first impression, didn't I?" she quipped
in a softly coquettish voice.
"A delightfully memorable one, ma cherie," Picard replied in a deep
resonating whisper while gazing into her brilliant blue eyes.
Sweeping his lovely wife up into his arms, he carried toward the
bedroom.
A small sigh escaped Vash's lips as she felt his powerful arms
lifting her effortlessly. She slid her arms around his neck and let
her head fall to rest on his shoulder, listening to the rapid pounding
of her own heart. She lost herself in the strength of his arms, the
solid expanse of his chest, and the familiar scent of his aftershave.
Gently, Jean-Luc set her on her feet at the side of the bed. Vash bit
her lower lip, all of her attention riveted on the man facing her,
their interlude in the doorway not nearly enough to satisfy her. Her
fingertips glided up the gold piping on the front of his white
jacket. Reaching his shoulders, she drew lazy circles around his rank
pips with her index finger.
Picard stared down at Vash, completely transfixed. With her head
bent forward slightly, her dark hair fell softly to brush his shoulder
as she sensuously trailed her hands over him. The feel of her
delicate fingers playing with the rank pips on his collar was driving
him to distraction.
Vash's focus was drawn to the fasteners of his jacket. She let her
fingers trail deliberately down the jacket, every clasp receiving her
intimate attention as she unfastened each one in turn. Opening the
jacket as she went, her small hands slipped inside and traveled up to
push it off his broad shoulders peeling it away to drop on the floor.
Undoing the fasteners of his shirt, she pulled it down his arms to
join his jacket. She slid her hands down the tapering lines of his
body to the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers tugged at his T-
shirt, pulling it free of his waistband. Her hands skimmed over the
sculpted muscles of his chest as she pushed the thin cloth out of her
way until Jean-Luc finally stripped it off over his head. There was a
sense of timelessness in the air, the feeling that nothing else
existed. In no hurry to move things along, she stroked and caressed
his skin, just marveling at the power contained in his lean, well-
defined muscular body. Pulling away from her touch, he moved to stand
behind her, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling of his
hand pushing her hair to one side exposing the delicate skin of her
neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, a shiver racing down her spine as
his warm lips nibbled up and down her neck.
"Je t' adore," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of
her neck just behind her ear. Unfastening the clasps of her evening
gown's top, he pushed it down, allowing it to slide down her arms
until it fell to the floor at her feet. His lips brushed along the
feminine curve of her shoulder, his arms encircling her, his palms
easily spanning her tiny waist. The musky smell of her perfume wafted
through the air, the scent as much an aphrodisiac to him as the sight
of her naked body. His hands skimmed up the smooth plane of her
stomach to the full curves of her breasts. His voice was once again
husky with desire as it reverberated against her skin, "I could spend
the rest of eternity cherishing you and making love to you."
Vash's head fell back against his broad shoulder, the sensitive peaks
of her breasts tingling against the heat and coarse pressure of his
hands cupping them. A soft moan escaped her lips at the exquisite
sensation of his thumbs drawing deliberate circles around her nipples,
teasing the aching crests. Almost imperceptibly, her body began
moving sinuously in response to his caresses, the desire slowly
rebuilding. Her nipples stiffened painfully at the cold air against
her breasts when his hands drifted down toward her hips and the waist
of her skirt. Her body was beginning to throb with need. Even as he
continued to devour her neck, he deftly unfastened the skirt of her
gown pushing it past her hips to fall to the floor to pool at her
feet. Hungry for his mouth, she snaked her arms behind his head to
pull his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. Frustrated by the awkward
position, she turned into the warmth of his body and thrust her tongue
between his lips in triumph. Cupping his face in her hands, her
tongue plundered the depths of his mouth.
Blood began pounding through Picard's ears as Vash's tongue continued
to ravage his mouth. Every muscle in his body tightened with the wave
of arousal that washed over him. He deepened the kiss, acquiescing to
her demands. His arms holding Vash tight against him, he placed a
knee on the bed behind her and carefully carried them both onto the
bed. Breaking the kiss, he raised his head. His gaze slowly pored
over the full length of her nude body to treasure every exquisite
detail. Every inch of this beautiful, irrepressible, impish woman was
his and brought him pleasure and enjoyment beyond measure. Leaning
in, he nuzzled the delicate skin of her neck hearing her inhale
sharply as his mouth found the pulse point just below her ear.
Savoring her sweet scent, he whispered into the curve of her neck, "Tu
es belle."
"You are the most amazing man I've ever known, Jean-Luc." Vash
moaned, her head rolled back, baring her throat to the onslaught of
his hot, questing mouth.
"I could spend eternity like this," Picard rasped. His mouth made
its way down the silken expanse of her skin toward the full curves of
her breasts. Savoring the sweet taste of her skin, he thoroughly
explored every dip and curve with his lips and tongue. He traced the
swell of her breasts with his tongue before placing an open mouth kiss
at the center of her cleavage. His lips imprisoned the nipple of one
of her breasts and he leisurely swirled his tongue over the taut
peak. Vash moaned his name as she held his head with both hands,
pulling him even closer. Delighting in her impassioned reactions, he
nipped at the hardened crest slightly before suckling strongly. He
murmured against her damp skin, "Tu es parfait."
Streaks of fire raced through Vash's body, the sharp ache growing as
he suckled first one breast, then the other. The heat from his tongue
along with the sharp pull of his mouth and the occasional scrape of
his teeth soon had her writhing with raw need. His hands slid past
her flat stomach, moving lower. Finally reaching his destination, his
fingers inflamed the moist heat already aching for him. Her entire
body felt as if it was made of liquid flames as intense sensations
washed over her with every stroke of his knowing fingers.
Breathlessly, she urged him, "Please, Jean-Luc."
"You're so wet." He rasped in awe as the evidence of her arousal
bathing his fingertips drove his desire up yet another notch. Knowing
her body's rhythm as if it was his own, he took her just to the edge
and tethered her there. As her hips moved restlessly against his
hand, he rumbled with masculine satisfaction, "Mon Dieu, your body is
so responsive. You're so close again, petite amie."
"Oh please, Jean-Luc . . . I need you, now . . . I need to feel
you inside me, a part of me," Vash whimpered, half-pleading, half-
demanding. Jean-Luc's fingers stroked her with the skill of a
maestro, taking her to near insanity. She tried to hold herself back,
wanting him to be with her.
The way her body tightly clenched against his fingers with each
caress told him she was on the threshold. Her passionate responses
inspired him to leisurely watch her lost in the pleasure she was
experiencing at his hands. He continued arousing her overheated
body, content for the moment to stake his claim on her in this erotic
manner. Watching her struggle for control, he urged, "You know
exactly what I want from you. Just let it happen. Surrender it to
me, ma petite."
With every stroke of his knowing fingers, Jean-Luc was taking her
closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy. It was the sound of his
voice, rough with his own arousal, coaxing her, that finally sent her
over. Gripped in the throes of an orgasm quaking through her whole
body, she cried out, "Oh God . . .Oh Jean-Luc!"
"Magnifique." Picard marveled, as her entire body arched toward him
and she found her release. He was mesmerized by the sight of her
laying naked before him and the look of total ecstasy she wore on the
delicate features of her face. The power he had over this woman both
incited him and humbled him. He could take her to the very edge of
sexual sanity and she responded without reservation or fear. Of
course, that she held the same power over him went without saying. He
wouldn't have believed his need for her could be so strong again so
quickly but the very provocative sight fueled his own ardent desires.
He quickly stripped off his boots and trousers before rejoining her on
the bed.
Vash collapsed back against the soft bedding, trying to catch her
breath as spasms continued to race through her body. Her eyes
fluttered open to find him hovering over her. She shifted her legs,
wordlessly inviting him closer to what they both wanted. Jean-Luc
gently settled himself between her thighs stretching himself out full-
length to cover her body with his own. The hard length of his body
weighed her down, pressing her body into the bedding. She felt her
breasts crushed against the muscular expanse of his chest, the coarse
hair on his chest tormenting her already inflamed nipples. The
juncture of her thighs was still highly sensitized and throbbed
erotically in response to the pressure of Jean-Luc's hard arousal
pushing against her. He teased her by easing himself just barely
inside her, his body gently rocking back and forth. In spite of her
exhaustion, she craved the feeling of his body deep inside hers,
filling her completely. Vash's voice quavered slightly as she reached
up with one finger to trace the outline of his lips. "Please Jean-
Luc, make love to me now."
"Je t' aime," Picard whispered, his mouth capturing hers in a deep,
passionate kiss. With a long, slow stroke, he buried his hard length
into her heated depths. Never breaking the kiss, he began moving in
and out of her softness in a slow, steady pace. He reveled in the
waves of pleasure that washed over him, her body still trembling from
her last orgasm and writhing in time with his. His lips and tongue
mimicked his body's deep caress of the beautiful woman beneath him.
He felt Vash tightening against him, drawing him in deeper and
deeper. He increased the tempo, feeling his needs increase as she
matched him stroke for stroke.
Vash yielded to the demands of his body, holding him tight against
her with her legs around his waist and her hands braced on his
shoulders. His mouth was claiming her, his tongue coaxing from her
another complete surrender. She twisted her hips up to meet each
powerful thrust, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through her. Her
nipples grazed his chest, sending streaks of fire shooting through her
as her body milked him with each thrust. With every long stroke, she
could feel his body bury itself deep inside hers. The heat and
fullness of each thrust sent torrents of intense sensations flooding
over her. Vash quietly moaned her passion into Jean-Luc's kiss. She
was riding wave after wave of pleasure, completely consumed with the
burning pleasure of his body worshipping hers. Unexpectedly, a third
and final breathtaking release crashed over her. Breaking the kiss,
her head fell back and her entire body arched upward toward him, a
wordless scream of ecstasy on her lips.
The overwhelming pleasure of Vash's body shuddering around his was
Picard's undoing, sending him into the abyss. His own passion
overtook him and he lost control. With one deep, final thrust, he
erupted in her with a shout of satisfaction. Collapsing onto Vash, he
felt her small hands traveling over the muscles of his back. With a
rueful chuckle, he rolled off to lay on his back next to her. "Madame
Picard is obviously in a much more agreeable mood this evening."
"I am now, seeing as a certain situation has been effectively dealt
with," Vash stretched indulgently, thoroughly spent.
Something in her tone sent alarm bells off in Picard's head.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he eyed his wife expectantly, "What
did you do, Vash?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," she professed in her most innocent voice.
"Except entice my own husband into whisking me away from a reception
so he could make love to me . . . twice."
Now thinking more clearly, he replayed the evening's events in his
head and lifted an accusing eyebrow. "Directly in front of Kamala of
Vault."
"Damn right, and it was the metamorphic strumpet herself who ended up
stepping aside as you strode right past her to come to me," Vash
admitted smugly.
"There should never have been any doubt in your mind about that
outcome; nor has there ever been a reason for you to doubt my love for
you. You should trust me," he admonished pointedly, his voice a touch
tighter than he had meant for it to be.
"I trust you implicitly, Jean-Luc. And I never for a moment doubted
your love for me or that it would bring you to my side," Vash assured
him earnestly. A naughty glint lit her eyes as she raised her hand to
admire her wedding ring. "In fact, I was counting on it. Between the
uncontrolled lust and the tender love and affection, the Vault
delegate has gotten irrefutable proof of exactly who is Madame
Picard."
"And here I thought your performance was solely for my benefit."
"As always, my performance was for you and you alone. It was your
very impassioned response that was in the spotlight. And as usual,
your performance was par excellence, Mon Capitaine," she cooed,
reaching out with her left hand to idly trace designs with a fingertip
through the coarse hair on the muscular expanse of his chest.
"You've already played that card tonight, twice. It won't work," he
advised, determinedly ignoring Vash's nude body seductively sprawled
across the bed next to him.
With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she pulled her hand away and
studied her perfectly manicured nails. "You see, that's the beauty of
it. It's already worked. Splendidly I might add! I'd wager that
Kamala has tucked her genetically-engineered tail between her legs and
is on her way back to Vault by now."
For a moment he looked at her confused. Then the missing piece fell
into the puzzle and things made sense. Reaching up to rub the bridge
of his nose, he muttered, "Kamala is an empath."
"Ohhh paydirt! An ability I'm sure she was planning on using to
seduce you and probably why she arranged for her suite of rooms to be
next to yours . . . just on the other side of the balcony. You
remember the balcony . . . where you so amorously ravished me a short
while ago," she taunted in a saucy tone.
'Merde, what was I thinking?' He winced inwardly realizing he had
indeed made love to her in the open doorway of the balcony. He hadn't
been thinking. He had been feeling so overcome with lust for Vash
that nothing but sating his desire had mattered. Which is exactly
what his very cunning wife had intended. "You seem rather assured
that this little scheme successfully caused Kamala to depart, ma
amie. You have no way of knowing if she even sensed my emotions."
"Au contraire. I have a fairy Godmother who just happens to be a
powerful . . . make that . . . very powerful telepath." Vash
countered matter-of-factly.
"Lwaxana Troi, I should have known," he groaned. Taking a deep
breath, he began to firmly chide her. "Vash . . ."
"Don't you dare lecture me, Jean-Luc Picard." Vash sat up and glared
down at him, punctuating each word of the first sentence by poking a
finger none-too-gently at her husband's chest. "Yes, I behaved liked
a world class bitch; moreover, I really don't care. If Kamala of
Vault disliked sensing the carnal passions you have for your wife,
maybe she shouldn't have been empathically chasing after a married
man. I didn't start this little cat fight, but I damn well finished
it. The Enterprise may be your command but she is also our home, my
home. That woman came into my home, my lab and humiliated me in front
of my staff. Did you actually think I was just going to do nothing?
What if the situation had been reversed. How would you react if some
man waltzed onto your bridge and in front of your officers announced I
belonged to him and you should just step aside? I know exactly how
you'd react. You'd throw him into the brig. That's assuming the poor
bastard survived your wrath long enough to make it to the brig."
"I would not resort to physical violence."
"Really. I have four words for you, Johnny. Sir Guy of Gisborne,"
she huffed accusingly. Seeing he was about to counter, she snapped
her fingers at him and added, "Sovak."
Closing his eyes for a long moment, he had to admit that she had a
point. Kamala had maligned Vash in what was essentially her own
home. His wife had not actually done anything in reprisal except give
Kamala enough empathic rope to hang herself. If their roles had been
reversed in the scenario she described, the brig would be a feasible
option. Of course, officially the reason would be for disrupting the
ship's operation by intruding on the bridge. Opening his eyes, he
risked glancing over at Vash. She sat with her arms crossed over her
chest her expression daring him to challenge her again on this issue.
Even after their shared passion earlier, his throat began to ache with
longing at the sight of the fire that blazed in Vash's blue eyes. Her
full breasts were pushed up and out by the delicate arms crossed below
them, an incredibly erotic pout. She was so lovely and her challenges
always affected him like a powerful aphrodisiac. Holding his hands
up, he capitulated. "I concede your point. There is no question that
Kamala was way out of line. Believe me, if I had had any indication
that she was going to confront you that way, I would have taken
measures to prevent it. I have already admitted that I should have
warned you about her. I must also give credit where credit is due to
you ladies - I'm sure you and Mrs.Troi weren't the only conspirators
involved here. I just don't really want to know about anyone else -
I'm very impressed with the beautiful simplicity, not to mention the
flawless execution of this rather Machiavellian plot. Truce?"
"Truce." As she nodded her agreement her expression softened. With
an impish sparkle in her eye, she teased. "Beautiful simplicity and
flawless execution of a rather Machiavellian plot. I'll take that as
a compliment."
"As it was intended." He delivered the expected retort with a deep
masculine chuckle. Gazing at her, his eyes drank in the features of
her beautiful face with her blue eyes, delicate cheek bones and full,
rose-petal lips. Reaching out with one hand to gently stroke the
smooth skin of her cheek with the back of his fingers, his voice
became a soft, bedroom baritone. "Je t' aime, Vash."
" Je t' aime," Vash replied quietly, flushing at the intensity of his
gaze and the warm timbre of his voice. She tilted her head slightly
to lean into the tender caress.
Picard pulled her head down to settle her mouth over his in a deep,
passionate kiss. As her soft, lush lips parted pliantly to his, he
could feel every muscle in his body tighten in fervent response. He
slipped his tongue past her lips to gently stroke and caress the warm,
moist cavern of her mouth. His hand moved around to the back of her
head, entangling itself in her silky hair.
As her lips and tongue responded ardently to his, Vash's hands came
up to clutch his broad shoulders for balance. The soft bedding gave
way beneath her as she laid back, Jean-Luc moving over her to cover
her body with his own. She could feel every inch of Jean-Luc's hard,
muscular form against her as he pressed her into the mattress. She
moaned into his kiss, her body trembling from the warmth of his large
hands as they traveled down her neck and past her shoulders to skim
down the sides of her body. Shivers of desire spread throughout her
body causing the crests of her breasts to harden, the stiff peaks
pressing up against the muscular wall of his chest. When he finally
broke the kiss both of them were gasping for air. As his hard length
pulsed against her inner thigh, her breathless whisper was tinged with
a hint of amusement. "I thought you said this wouldn't work again
tonight."
"I lied," he quipped, his eyes traveling down the length of their
bodies before returning to her face. Giving her his characteristic
barely-there smile, he asked, "So was it good to get a little of your
own back."
"Oh baby, not only was it good for me, but it was good for every
empath and telepath on the planet," Vash purred seductively arching
herself against him. Before he could respond, she captured his lips
with hers in another searing kiss.
.......FINIS........
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG
Repost
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/V, Kamala, R/T
Summary: What happens if a metamorph *bonds* to someone they have no
claim on?
Author's notes: For more information on Kamala, see the TNG, fifth
season episode "Perfect Mate." Yes, the title of this is a play on the
title of that. Feel free to archive to any pertinent site. This
story was originally posted to ASC on May 15, 2002
As always: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun
playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated - posted or e-mail.
Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/
Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000
A thin film of perspiration covering him, Picard rested his forehead
against the doorway, utterly drained from the physical exertion.
Vash's long leg was still wrapped around his hip and her fingers
clutched his shoulders through his dress uniform, her tiny frame
racked with tremors. With each shudder, a small whimper punctuated
her ragged breathing. The sharp edge of his lust abating, he began to
pull back slightly. As his face brushed past hers, she turned to
press a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek. The tender gesture of
devotion, so incongruous with the raw lust of the past few moments,
was overwhelming in its simplicity. It always astounded him how this
woman could go from succubus to seraphim in the blink of an eye.
Looking down at her, his attention was drawn to her rose-petal lips,
now passion-swollen from his relentless kisses. A heated flush had
swept up her ivory skin from the neckline highlighting her delicate
features. Her eyes fluttered open, pools of liquid blue gazing
adoringly up at him through thick lashes.
Vash's hands slipped from Jean-Luc's shoulders to the hard expanse of
his chest feeling the powerfully corded muscles beneath his white,
uniform jacket. Her leg slowly slid from his hip down his leg until
she was once again standing normally, the fabric of his trousers
coarse against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She searched
his handsome, chiseled features to find his steel-grey eyes filled
with desire and affection. Barely audible, her voice quavered
slightly, "Jean-Luc."
"Je t' aime, Vash," Picard vowed in a low, bedroom baritone burying
his hands in her dark hair.
Vash's insides turned upside-down at the declaration of love and warm
timbre of Jean-Luc's voice. Her eyes drifted shut as he lowered his
face to hers, his lips brushing each eyelid in turn before moving to
drop kisses on her forehead. He nuzzled her cheeks, his warm breath
tickling her skin, and ended his affectionate exploration with a
lingering kiss on the very tip of her nose. His brief, feather-like
kisses made her yearn for more. Her lips opened pliantly under his as
his mouth finally found hers for a long, slow, passionate kiss. When
he slipped his tongue past her parted lips to gently stroke the warm,
moist cavern of her mouth, the butterflies in her stomach fluttered.
The sweetness of his kiss was aching in its tenderness. She melted
into him, reveling in the unhurried passion. When he finally broke
the kiss, she echoed in a soft whisper, "Je t' aime."
His appreciative gaze followed his fingertips along her smooth cheek
to trail down the graceful arch of her neck. His fingertips slid past
the plunging neckline of her peach gown to trace the swell of her
breasts. Quietly, he marveled, "Mon Dieu, you're even more beautiful
now than you were that first afternoon on Risa."
Vash demurely averted her eyes, looking down at her evening gown.
"You remembered?"
"How could I forget the first time I ever laid eyes on you or the
little two-piece number you were wearing?" Cupping her cheek with his
palm, he slipped his thumb under her chin to bring her gaze up to
his. "Although somewhat modest by Risan standards, the outfit bared
just enough to completely distract and disarm a vacationing starship
captain, especially when the charming nymph wearing it suddenly threw
herself into his arms and kissed him."
"I did make something of a first impression, didn't I?" she quipped
in a softly coquettish voice.
"A delightfully memorable one, ma cherie," Picard replied in a deep
resonating whisper while gazing into her brilliant blue eyes.
Sweeping his lovely wife up into his arms, he carried toward the
bedroom.
A small sigh escaped Vash's lips as she felt his powerful arms
lifting her effortlessly. She slid her arms around his neck and let
her head fall to rest on his shoulder, listening to the rapid pounding
of her own heart. She lost herself in the strength of his arms, the
solid expanse of his chest, and the familiar scent of his aftershave.
Gently, Jean-Luc set her on her feet at the side of the bed. Vash bit
her lower lip, all of her attention riveted on the man facing her,
their interlude in the doorway not nearly enough to satisfy her. Her
fingertips glided up the gold piping on the front of his white
jacket. Reaching his shoulders, she drew lazy circles around his rank
pips with her index finger.
Picard stared down at Vash, completely transfixed. With her head
bent forward slightly, her dark hair fell softly to brush his shoulder
as she sensuously trailed her hands over him. The feel of her
delicate fingers playing with the rank pips on his collar was driving
him to distraction.
Vash's focus was drawn to the fasteners of his jacket. She let her
fingers trail deliberately down the jacket, every clasp receiving her
intimate attention as she unfastened each one in turn. Opening the
jacket as she went, her small hands slipped inside and traveled up to
push it off his broad shoulders peeling it away to drop on the floor.
Undoing the fasteners of his shirt, she pulled it down his arms to
join his jacket. She slid her hands down the tapering lines of his
body to the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers tugged at his T-
shirt, pulling it free of his waistband. Her hands skimmed over the
sculpted muscles of his chest as she pushed the thin cloth out of her
way until Jean-Luc finally stripped it off over his head. There was a
sense of timelessness in the air, the feeling that nothing else
existed. In no hurry to move things along, she stroked and caressed
his skin, just marveling at the power contained in his lean, well-
defined muscular body. Pulling away from her touch, he moved to stand
behind her, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling of his
hand pushing her hair to one side exposing the delicate skin of her
neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, a shiver racing down her spine as
his warm lips nibbled up and down her neck.
"Je t' adore," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of
her neck just behind her ear. Unfastening the clasps of her evening
gown's top, he pushed it down, allowing it to slide down her arms
until it fell to the floor at her feet. His lips brushed along the
feminine curve of her shoulder, his arms encircling her, his palms
easily spanning her tiny waist. The musky smell of her perfume wafted
through the air, the scent as much an aphrodisiac to him as the sight
of her naked body. His hands skimmed up the smooth plane of her
stomach to the full curves of her breasts. His voice was once again
husky with desire as it reverberated against her skin, "I could spend
the rest of eternity cherishing you and making love to you."
Vash's head fell back against his broad shoulder, the sensitive peaks
of her breasts tingling against the heat and coarse pressure of his
hands cupping them. A soft moan escaped her lips at the exquisite
sensation of his thumbs drawing deliberate circles around her nipples,
teasing the aching crests. Almost imperceptibly, her body began
moving sinuously in response to his caresses, the desire slowly
rebuilding. Her nipples stiffened painfully at the cold air against
her breasts when his hands drifted down toward her hips and the waist
of her skirt. Her body was beginning to throb with need. Even as he
continued to devour her neck, he deftly unfastened the skirt of her
gown pushing it past her hips to fall to the floor to pool at her
feet. Hungry for his mouth, she snaked her arms behind his head to
pull his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. Frustrated by the awkward
position, she turned into the warmth of his body and thrust her tongue
between his lips in triumph. Cupping his face in her hands, her
tongue plundered the depths of his mouth.
Blood began pounding through Picard's ears as Vash's tongue continued
to ravage his mouth. Every muscle in his body tightened with the wave
of arousal that washed over him. He deepened the kiss, acquiescing to
her demands. His arms holding Vash tight against him, he placed a
knee on the bed behind her and carefully carried them both onto the
bed. Breaking the kiss, he raised his head. His gaze slowly pored
over the full length of her nude body to treasure every exquisite
detail. Every inch of this beautiful, irrepressible, impish woman was
his and brought him pleasure and enjoyment beyond measure. Leaning
in, he nuzzled the delicate skin of her neck hearing her inhale
sharply as his mouth found the pulse point just below her ear.
Savoring her sweet scent, he whispered into the curve of her neck, "Tu
es belle."
"You are the most amazing man I've ever known, Jean-Luc." Vash
moaned, her head rolled back, baring her throat to the onslaught of
his hot, questing mouth.
"I could spend eternity like this," Picard rasped. His mouth made
its way down the silken expanse of her skin toward the full curves of
her breasts. Savoring the sweet taste of her skin, he thoroughly
explored every dip and curve with his lips and tongue. He traced the
swell of her breasts with his tongue before placing an open mouth kiss
at the center of her cleavage. His lips imprisoned the nipple of one
of her breasts and he leisurely swirled his tongue over the taut
peak. Vash moaned his name as she held his head with both hands,
pulling him even closer. Delighting in her impassioned reactions, he
nipped at the hardened crest slightly before suckling strongly. He
murmured against her damp skin, "Tu es parfait."
Streaks of fire raced through Vash's body, the sharp ache growing as
he suckled first one breast, then the other. The heat from his tongue
along with the sharp pull of his mouth and the occasional scrape of
his teeth soon had her writhing with raw need. His hands slid past
her flat stomach, moving lower. Finally reaching his destination, his
fingers inflamed the moist heat already aching for him. Her entire
body felt as if it was made of liquid flames as intense sensations
washed over her with every stroke of his knowing fingers.
Breathlessly, she urged him, "Please, Jean-Luc."
"You're so wet." He rasped in awe as the evidence of her arousal
bathing his fingertips drove his desire up yet another notch. Knowing
her body's rhythm as if it was his own, he took her just to the edge
and tethered her there. As her hips moved restlessly against his
hand, he rumbled with masculine satisfaction, "Mon Dieu, your body is
so responsive. You're so close again, petite amie."
"Oh please, Jean-Luc . . . I need you, now . . . I need to feel
you inside me, a part of me," Vash whimpered, half-pleading, half-
demanding. Jean-Luc's fingers stroked her with the skill of a
maestro, taking her to near insanity. She tried to hold herself back,
wanting him to be with her.
The way her body tightly clenched against his fingers with each
caress told him she was on the threshold. Her passionate responses
inspired him to leisurely watch her lost in the pleasure she was
experiencing at his hands. He continued arousing her overheated
body, content for the moment to stake his claim on her in this erotic
manner. Watching her struggle for control, he urged, "You know
exactly what I want from you. Just let it happen. Surrender it to
me, ma petite."
With every stroke of his knowing fingers, Jean-Luc was taking her
closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy. It was the sound of his
voice, rough with his own arousal, coaxing her, that finally sent her
over. Gripped in the throes of an orgasm quaking through her whole
body, she cried out, "Oh God . . .Oh Jean-Luc!"
"Magnifique." Picard marveled, as her entire body arched toward him
and she found her release. He was mesmerized by the sight of her
laying naked before him and the look of total ecstasy she wore on the
delicate features of her face. The power he had over this woman both
incited him and humbled him. He could take her to the very edge of
sexual sanity and she responded without reservation or fear. Of
course, that she held the same power over him went without saying. He
wouldn't have believed his need for her could be so strong again so
quickly but the very provocative sight fueled his own ardent desires.
He quickly stripped off his boots and trousers before rejoining her on
the bed.
Vash collapsed back against the soft bedding, trying to catch her
breath as spasms continued to race through her body. Her eyes
fluttered open to find him hovering over her. She shifted her legs,
wordlessly inviting him closer to what they both wanted. Jean-Luc
gently settled himself between her thighs stretching himself out full-
length to cover her body with his own. The hard length of his body
weighed her down, pressing her body into the bedding. She felt her
breasts crushed against the muscular expanse of his chest, the coarse
hair on his chest tormenting her already inflamed nipples. The
juncture of her thighs was still highly sensitized and throbbed
erotically in response to the pressure of Jean-Luc's hard arousal
pushing against her. He teased her by easing himself just barely
inside her, his body gently rocking back and forth. In spite of her
exhaustion, she craved the feeling of his body deep inside hers,
filling her completely. Vash's voice quavered slightly as she reached
up with one finger to trace the outline of his lips. "Please Jean-
Luc, make love to me now."
"Je t' aime," Picard whispered, his mouth capturing hers in a deep,
passionate kiss. With a long, slow stroke, he buried his hard length
into her heated depths. Never breaking the kiss, he began moving in
and out of her softness in a slow, steady pace. He reveled in the
waves of pleasure that washed over him, her body still trembling from
her last orgasm and writhing in time with his. His lips and tongue
mimicked his body's deep caress of the beautiful woman beneath him.
He felt Vash tightening against him, drawing him in deeper and
deeper. He increased the tempo, feeling his needs increase as she
matched him stroke for stroke.
Vash yielded to the demands of his body, holding him tight against
her with her legs around his waist and her hands braced on his
shoulders. His mouth was claiming her, his tongue coaxing from her
another complete surrender. She twisted her hips up to meet each
powerful thrust, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through her. Her
nipples grazed his chest, sending streaks of fire shooting through her
as her body milked him with each thrust. With every long stroke, she
could feel his body bury itself deep inside hers. The heat and
fullness of each thrust sent torrents of intense sensations flooding
over her. Vash quietly moaned her passion into Jean-Luc's kiss. She
was riding wave after wave of pleasure, completely consumed with the
burning pleasure of his body worshipping hers. Unexpectedly, a third
and final breathtaking release crashed over her. Breaking the kiss,
her head fell back and her entire body arched upward toward him, a
wordless scream of ecstasy on her lips.
The overwhelming pleasure of Vash's body shuddering around his was
Picard's undoing, sending him into the abyss. His own passion
overtook him and he lost control. With one deep, final thrust, he
erupted in her with a shout of satisfaction. Collapsing onto Vash, he
felt her small hands traveling over the muscles of his back. With a
rueful chuckle, he rolled off to lay on his back next to her. "Madame
Picard is obviously in a much more agreeable mood this evening."
"I am now, seeing as a certain situation has been effectively dealt
with," Vash stretched indulgently, thoroughly spent.
Something in her tone sent alarm bells off in Picard's head.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he eyed his wife expectantly, "What
did you do, Vash?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," she professed in her most innocent voice.
"Except entice my own husband into whisking me away from a reception
so he could make love to me . . . twice."
Now thinking more clearly, he replayed the evening's events in his
head and lifted an accusing eyebrow. "Directly in front of Kamala of
Vault."
"Damn right, and it was the metamorphic strumpet herself who ended up
stepping aside as you strode right past her to come to me," Vash
admitted smugly.
"There should never have been any doubt in your mind about that
outcome; nor has there ever been a reason for you to doubt my love for
you. You should trust me," he admonished pointedly, his voice a touch
tighter than he had meant for it to be.
"I trust you implicitly, Jean-Luc. And I never for a moment doubted
your love for me or that it would bring you to my side," Vash assured
him earnestly. A naughty glint lit her eyes as she raised her hand to
admire her wedding ring. "In fact, I was counting on it. Between the
uncontrolled lust and the tender love and affection, the Vault
delegate has gotten irrefutable proof of exactly who is Madame
Picard."
"And here I thought your performance was solely for my benefit."
"As always, my performance was for you and you alone. It was your
very impassioned response that was in the spotlight. And as usual,
your performance was par excellence, Mon Capitaine," she cooed,
reaching out with her left hand to idly trace designs with a fingertip
through the coarse hair on the muscular expanse of his chest.
"You've already played that card tonight, twice. It won't work," he
advised, determinedly ignoring Vash's nude body seductively sprawled
across the bed next to him.
With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she pulled her hand away and
studied her perfectly manicured nails. "You see, that's the beauty of
it. It's already worked. Splendidly I might add! I'd wager that
Kamala has tucked her genetically-engineered tail between her legs and
is on her way back to Vault by now."
For a moment he looked at her confused. Then the missing piece fell
into the puzzle and things made sense. Reaching up to rub the bridge
of his nose, he muttered, "Kamala is an empath."
"Ohhh paydirt! An ability I'm sure she was planning on using to
seduce you and probably why she arranged for her suite of rooms to be
next to yours . . . just on the other side of the balcony. You
remember the balcony . . . where you so amorously ravished me a short
while ago," she taunted in a saucy tone.
'Merde, what was I thinking?' He winced inwardly realizing he had
indeed made love to her in the open doorway of the balcony. He hadn't
been thinking. He had been feeling so overcome with lust for Vash
that nothing but sating his desire had mattered. Which is exactly
what his very cunning wife had intended. "You seem rather assured
that this little scheme successfully caused Kamala to depart, ma
amie. You have no way of knowing if she even sensed my emotions."
"Au contraire. I have a fairy Godmother who just happens to be a
powerful . . . make that . . . very powerful telepath." Vash
countered matter-of-factly.
"Lwaxana Troi, I should have known," he groaned. Taking a deep
breath, he began to firmly chide her. "Vash . . ."
"Don't you dare lecture me, Jean-Luc Picard." Vash sat up and glared
down at him, punctuating each word of the first sentence by poking a
finger none-too-gently at her husband's chest. "Yes, I behaved liked
a world class bitch; moreover, I really don't care. If Kamala of
Vault disliked sensing the carnal passions you have for your wife,
maybe she shouldn't have been empathically chasing after a married
man. I didn't start this little cat fight, but I damn well finished
it. The Enterprise may be your command but she is also our home, my
home. That woman came into my home, my lab and humiliated me in front
of my staff. Did you actually think I was just going to do nothing?
What if the situation had been reversed. How would you react if some
man waltzed onto your bridge and in front of your officers announced I
belonged to him and you should just step aside? I know exactly how
you'd react. You'd throw him into the brig. That's assuming the poor
bastard survived your wrath long enough to make it to the brig."
"I would not resort to physical violence."
"Really. I have four words for you, Johnny. Sir Guy of Gisborne,"
she huffed accusingly. Seeing he was about to counter, she snapped
her fingers at him and added, "Sovak."
Closing his eyes for a long moment, he had to admit that she had a
point. Kamala had maligned Vash in what was essentially her own
home. His wife had not actually done anything in reprisal except give
Kamala enough empathic rope to hang herself. If their roles had been
reversed in the scenario she described, the brig would be a feasible
option. Of course, officially the reason would be for disrupting the
ship's operation by intruding on the bridge. Opening his eyes, he
risked glancing over at Vash. She sat with her arms crossed over her
chest her expression daring him to challenge her again on this issue.
Even after their shared passion earlier, his throat began to ache with
longing at the sight of the fire that blazed in Vash's blue eyes. Her
full breasts were pushed up and out by the delicate arms crossed below
them, an incredibly erotic pout. She was so lovely and her challenges
always affected him like a powerful aphrodisiac. Holding his hands
up, he capitulated. "I concede your point. There is no question that
Kamala was way out of line. Believe me, if I had had any indication
that she was going to confront you that way, I would have taken
measures to prevent it. I have already admitted that I should have
warned you about her. I must also give credit where credit is due to
you ladies - I'm sure you and Mrs.Troi weren't the only conspirators
involved here. I just don't really want to know about anyone else -
I'm very impressed with the beautiful simplicity, not to mention the
flawless execution of this rather Machiavellian plot. Truce?"
"Truce." As she nodded her agreement her expression softened. With
an impish sparkle in her eye, she teased. "Beautiful simplicity and
flawless execution of a rather Machiavellian plot. I'll take that as
a compliment."
"As it was intended." He delivered the expected retort with a deep
masculine chuckle. Gazing at her, his eyes drank in the features of
her beautiful face with her blue eyes, delicate cheek bones and full,
rose-petal lips. Reaching out with one hand to gently stroke the
smooth skin of her cheek with the back of his fingers, his voice
became a soft, bedroom baritone. "Je t' aime, Vash."
" Je t' aime," Vash replied quietly, flushing at the intensity of his
gaze and the warm timbre of his voice. She tilted her head slightly
to lean into the tender caress.
Picard pulled her head down to settle her mouth over his in a deep,
passionate kiss. As her soft, lush lips parted pliantly to his, he
could feel every muscle in his body tighten in fervent response. He
slipped his tongue past her lips to gently stroke and caress the warm,
moist cavern of her mouth. His hand moved around to the back of her
head, entangling itself in her silky hair.
As her lips and tongue responded ardently to his, Vash's hands came
up to clutch his broad shoulders for balance. The soft bedding gave
way beneath her as she laid back, Jean-Luc moving over her to cover
her body with his own. She could feel every inch of Jean-Luc's hard,
muscular form against her as he pressed her into the mattress. She
moaned into his kiss, her body trembling from the warmth of his large
hands as they traveled down her neck and past her shoulders to skim
down the sides of her body. Shivers of desire spread throughout her
body causing the crests of her breasts to harden, the stiff peaks
pressing up against the muscular wall of his chest. When he finally
broke the kiss both of them were gasping for air. As his hard length
pulsed against her inner thigh, her breathless whisper was tinged with
a hint of amusement. "I thought you said this wouldn't work again
tonight."
"I lied," he quipped, his eyes traveling down the length of their
bodies before returning to her face. Giving her his characteristic
barely-there smile, he asked, "So was it good to get a little of your
own back."
"Oh baby, not only was it good for me, but it was good for every
empath and telepath on the planet," Vash purred seductively arching
herself against him. Before he could respond, she captured his lips
with hers in another searing kiss.
.......FINIS........