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write. And for those who just spurred on the creative instinct as well.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STAR TREK OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I AM JUST A HUGE FAN.
Chapter 1
Dr. Beverly Crusher slowly opened her eyes. The stiffness of her joints were starting to set in. She had worked long nights before, of course being the head of Starfleet Medical, but hadn't done anything like this in while. She stretched out on the bed and looked beside her. One the other side of the bed, was Admiral Jean-Luc Picard. One of her oldest friends, and now, apparently they had added lovers to their list. She ran a finger down his face tracing every line and scar. Looking at the clock, she decided to just take the day off. Now really what was the point of being the head of Medical if she couldn't enjoy a day off once in a while? She turned over and curled herself up to Jean-Luc and used him as a pillow as she drifted back off to sleep.
Feeling a weight on his chest, Admiral Picard opened his eyes and looked over. He was greeted by such a wave of red hair. He brushed it back from her face. Looking at her now, he remembered her face when they first met. Young, since she had only been 19 at the time. As far as he knew, she had never had a truly innocent face, although she could pull a very good mimickery of one when she wanted something. He recalled many times she had managed to either get his permission for a piece of equipment, or had managed to get herself out of trouble once again. He smiled slightly, remembering last night and the times before.
He looked over to the window in his room where the sunlight streamed through. God, it'd been a long time since he'd seen that. He got up from the bed and walked over to the window to look out on the city. Feeling him move, Beverly got up and followed him over to the window wrapping her arms around his chest.
"So, how does it feel to be an Admiral now?" Beverly inquired while nuzzling his shoulder.
"It feels pretty good I think. However, I haven't yet started any official duties yet." He turned to face Beverly and started kissing her once again.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Beverly had to make a comment or two. "I'd say you were working pretty hard last night. However, even though I was going to take the day off, I think I'd better take a shower and get ready for work as well." She walked over to the door, paused and looked back at him. "Well? Aren't you coming?"
He paused for a moment, reflecting back on the many times he had turned the idea of it down, simply for the fact that it would mess up their friendship. Then, realizing he was wasting valuable time, he dismissed those thoughts and walked quickly to join her.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STAR TREK OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I AM JUST A HUGE FAN.
Chapter 1
Dr. Beverly Crusher slowly opened her eyes. The stiffness of her joints were starting to set in. She had worked long nights before, of course being the head of Starfleet Medical, but hadn't done anything like this in while. She stretched out on the bed and looked beside her. One the other side of the bed, was Admiral Jean-Luc Picard. One of her oldest friends, and now, apparently they had added lovers to their list. She ran a finger down his face tracing every line and scar. Looking at the clock, she decided to just take the day off. Now really what was the point of being the head of Medical if she couldn't enjoy a day off once in a while? She turned over and curled herself up to Jean-Luc and used him as a pillow as she drifted back off to sleep.
Feeling a weight on his chest, Admiral Picard opened his eyes and looked over. He was greeted by such a wave of red hair. He brushed it back from her face. Looking at her now, he remembered her face when they first met. Young, since she had only been 19 at the time. As far as he knew, she had never had a truly innocent face, although she could pull a very good mimickery of one when she wanted something. He recalled many times she had managed to either get his permission for a piece of equipment, or had managed to get herself out of trouble once again. He smiled slightly, remembering last night and the times before.
He looked over to the window in his room where the sunlight streamed through. God, it'd been a long time since he'd seen that. He got up from the bed and walked over to the window to look out on the city. Feeling him move, Beverly got up and followed him over to the window wrapping her arms around his chest.
"So, how does it feel to be an Admiral now?" Beverly inquired while nuzzling his shoulder.
"It feels pretty good I think. However, I haven't yet started any official duties yet." He turned to face Beverly and started kissing her once again.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Beverly had to make a comment or two. "I'd say you were working pretty hard last night. However, even though I was going to take the day off, I think I'd better take a shower and get ready for work as well." She walked over to the door, paused and looked back at him. "Well? Aren't you coming?"
He paused for a moment, reflecting back on the many times he had turned the idea of it down, simply for the fact that it would mess up their friendship. Then, realizing he was wasting valuable time, he dismissed those thoughts and walked quickly to join her.
