Raging Hormones Drabbles
The following was the result of my challenging Cait N. to do a drabble that had a teenaged Picard and Crusher trapped in a closet. This spawned a series of drabbles shown here.
Figure of Beauty
Follow up to Cait N.'s Figure the Odds. Things heat up in that closet the Ferengi locked Jean-Luc and Beverly in.
Were we were:
"I've the body of a sixteen-year-old, what do you expect!"
And now, the continuation:
"If that, but that alone doesn't explain it all." Beverly said.
"I'd say that the itsy bitsy tiny weeny polka dot bikini you're wearing might, even if I wasn't a teenage boy at the moment," Jean-Luc said, staring at how well the fourteen year old was it, filled it, then mumbled. "It's not as if I wasn't attracted before."
"Jean-Luc, why didn't you say anything then?" Beverly's hands were on her hips, thrusting her breasts towards him.
"The dress was a turn off," Jean-Luc admitted.
"I'm not wearing the dress now." Beverly's thumbs were under her bikini's straps.
"Indeed not."
