A is for Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Beverly and Deanna are sitting in the back of the shuttle. Riker is at the controls. Worf sits stiffly in the co-pilot's chair.
"How long until we're back to the Enterprise," Deanna asks, for the third time in the last hour. Riker indulges her without commentary.
"A little over 4 hours now."
"Oh."
"What's wrong Deanna?" he calls over his shoulder, "Got a date or something?" He chuckles.
"Yes Will. As a matter of fact I do. It's not that I haven't enjoyed yours and Worf's company for the last two weeks but, Beverly and I haven't had any alone time."
Riker laughs loudly, knowing exactly what she means. Worf shifts uncomfortably and Deanna can feel Beverly's embarrassment radiating off of her.
"What?" Deanna asks, laughing. "I have needs!"
B is for Better Than Sex
"Not possible!"
"No, really Deanna. His hands are magic. It was the best massage I've ever had. ..I can't tell you the last time I felt that good."
"You can't? What about last night. I seem to remember you saying it was the best you've ever had. Loudly."
C is for Chocolate
"Beverly? Are you here? Do you want to get something to eat? I'm starving."
"I'm in the bedroom. Kind of in the middle of something."
Deanna sighs. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Lieutenant Barkley was my last appointment. We ran over. It's been a rotten day. I was kind hoping we could…"
"I can't hear you."
Deanna sighs again and pulls her boots off.
"Dee? Could you come in here a minute? I could use some help."
"Fine! Whatever." Deanna mutters, not at all pleased to be doing anything. She stops short as she enters the bedroom. Beverly smiles. She is standing in the middle of the room, completely naked except for a dish of chocolate sauce that she has poured over herself.
"I was kind of thinking we could start with dessert…"