"The Chancellor left her robe," Riker exclaimed just after Sull left with Barclay.
Lem took it from him, Crusher's hand resting on his wrist daintily. "Yes, she does that. You know how it is with the elderly. She wanders around leaving things."
"I heard you left your shoes behind in the Senate halls once," Troi said with a giggle.
"Did Lellee tell you that?" He sneered playfully.
"You know how it is with the elderly," she said, winking. Troi took Riker's arm and they turned to leave, though he stopped when his combadge chirped.
"Looks like we all have the same idea." La Forge sat his empty glass down and walked out of Ten Forward with Worf, followed shortly by the Commander and Counselor.
"May I walk you to your quarters?" Lem as he gestured for the Doctor to lead him.
"Yes." She smiled. "I can't remember when I've had this much fun."
"Nor can I, Beverly." His arm flexed under her grip. Crusher's head buzzed from the Klingon martini and she felt practically giddy as she looked down at her feet moving next to the Senator's.
She hadn't felt this way in such a long time. Passionate infatuations don't come aboard a starship often and rarely head into sickbay. Crusher felt dazed looking up at Lem, scanning his strong jaw and soft, sandy skin. He'd called himself a pup. She marveled at his commanding presence and his graceful manners.
As they walked and he talked about his father's dermatological work, she became acutely aware of herself. That self-consciousness was empowering. She lifted her chin, realizing that this intelligent and charming man next to her had spent the entire evening by her side.
"This is me." She paused in front of the door.
"I have yet another confession for you, Beverly." Lem leaned in closer.
"They have all been good, so I am interested." She shifted her weight and the door responded by opening. The pause between her and the Senator was mildly awkward.
"Well, I have to say that I was already incredibly keen to meet you when I came aboard." He wrapped her hand in his.
"I was too." She sighed.
"My confession is," his voice dropped to a whisper, "I am completely infatuated with you." Crusher giggled and looked away from his eyes. She inadvertently allowed him passage to run his nose along her ear, where he whispered, "I hope you don't find that too shocking."
"No, I'm quite pleased..." She closed her eyes at the feeling of his intensely hot breath on her neck. His whispers were like kisses. She marveled at what his kisses might be like.
"I hope you continue to feel that way," he whispered again. "I shall try to control myself, but I am concerned." He swiveled his head around to maintain his proximity but focus on her eyes. "I fear that being in your presence will drive me mad with desire." He grinned. "But being away from you will surely kill me." He gently kissed her jaw and a squeak was seduced from her throat.
She tried to pull her mind together, but it was intensely difficult. "How about this?" she asked and he pulled away for a moment. He looked concerned. But she bit her lip. "If you go mad I'll refer you to Counselor Troi."
His mouth opened as if to laugh, but he paused, searching her face and settling his gaze on her lips. She saw him glance to his right and then suddenly, without warning, he swept her into his arms and fled into her quarters.
The door slid shut behind them and they stood in the dark. "Dell," Crusher whispered.
"Should I leave?" he asked gently, his muscles tensing. His hands rested on the small of her back. She could tell he was resisting a powerful desire to grab her. She found that endlessly satisfying.
"Perhaps..." she began. His resolve faltered and he slid his nose along her neck. She felt him breathe her in, and she shuddered from the softness and electricity of his mouth on her. He was trying desperately to be gentle and not go too far. "Perhaps we could have lunch," he said, "or breakfast." She lifted her head and met his eyes. She began to curse herself, wondering if she really needed to step back from this.
"What is it?" he asked as he noticed her expression souring. "Have I offended you?"
Crusher snapped back to reality. "No, no, Dell." She relished the feeling of his arms under her hands. She slid them up almost to his shoulders. "I'm just not sure how to approach this."
"I believe that having lunch or breakfast is the best decision then," he said reasonably. "I hope I have not upset you by being too forward. I find you so desirable because of how much I admire and respect you. So forgive me, and I will say goodnight." He smiled, took his hands from her, and moved slowly to kiss her chastely on the cheek. In that instant she abandoned all of her control and turned to catch his mouth in hers. He groaned. It was loud. She was startled. He was startled. His left hand ran up her spine dexterously and his right found her hair.
Their mouths parted. Crusher felt her knees buckle at the sensation of his incredibly hot tongue. Images flashed in her head: him lying on the bio bed, holding her hand, brushing his hair aside, blushing at her gaze.
And then there he was. She'd slipped off his tunic. She was shocked at herself. She nimbly unfastened his pants. She couldn't believe her actions. It seemed like magic that as he kissed her so completely, she'd managed to strip him naked without opening her eyes.
He stopped kissing her. He pulled his face away. When she opened her eyes she gasped at his smile, his face flushed with want. "I think this is a little unfair..." He glanced down. She gasped again, taking in his form. His skin was sandy-colored and smooth from toe to neck. His chest was broad and dusted with black curly hair. Without shame she stared at every piece of him. She ran her hand over his hip and was lured by his thick and firm attention.
"This seems pretty fair to me." She shook her head in disbelief. Lem began to take her hair down, kissing her neck and gently turning his attention to the few buttons lining the back of her dress. As she touched the hard lines of his obliques she moaned softly with each new piece of flesh his hands and mouth found.
Finally she matched his nakedness. He dropped to his knees before her, worshiping her with kisses and running his hands up to her breasts. With her attention completely kept, he stood up and lifted, so he could carry her to the bed. She yelped slightly but quieted with a smile once they found the softness of her bedding.
"You are remarkably beautiful, Beverly. It's such a thrill..." He touched her cheek as he laid over her.
"A thrill?" she whispered, desperately wanting the right answer.
"I was completely seduced before I even saw you. I don't know how I didn't rip my clothes off in sickbay when you walked in." He didn't wait for her to laugh. He descended from her gaze to pay loving attention to her feminine folds. His hot tongue sent shocks and reverberations up her spine and through her nervous system.
Through complete desire and the passionate attention of Lem's mouth, Crusher eclipsed every orgasmic delirium she'd experienced before. Not even her shuddering scream could bring her back to reality. It only compelled Lem to return his mouth to her mouth and slide himself into her with intense and overwhelming anticipation.
When they collapsed an unknowable time later, Crusher's quarters were intensely warm. "Computer, reduce temperature by ten degrees," the Doctor called out.
"Oh, that will be much better." Lem sighed a muffled sigh into her neck as he lay still on top of her.
Crusher chuckled. "I think we might cool further with a break." She was panting and held humor in the back of her throat. "I wish I had a white flag." She giggled.
He pushed himself up and looked down at her "White flag?" He stared, puzzled and sleepy looking.
"You wave a white flag when you surrender." She waved an imaginary flag in illustration.
"Oh..." He smiled and blushed, rolling off of her. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" She turned to him, resting her chin on her hand. "You are just so beautiful..." She bit her lip.
"Saying things like that makes me question your surrender." He heaved and she watched his barrel chest glitter with light sweat. "Goodness." He exclaimed suddenly, "It's funny how different Humans and Partians are with regards to temperature. I can barely stand the air in here, yet it feels so cool and satisfying to be inside of you." He rolled closer and kissed her wrist.
She groaned, feeling seduced again. "You certainly don't feel cool to me." She relaxed on her back. "But I like it." She looked at the ceiling. "I could sleep for days after this night."
"Dream of me?" he whispered innocently.
She purred, "I can barely think of anything else when I'm awake."
She trailed off as he kissed her ear. "Dream of me kissing your ears and sliding my hand between your legs."
Crusher laughed and sat up on the edge of the bed. "My god!" She searched the corners of the room.
"Have I done something wrong? What is it?" He bolted up and scooted behind her. She turned and looked into his beseeching eyes. He looked so young. If he'd been a human male she'd thought him no more than 28. His face was so playful and expressive. He couldn't hide anything even if he tried.
"You have done everything right, believe me." She smiled. "It's just a strange situation for me."
"Strange?" His brows rose sheepishly.
"It's good. It's just funny. Compared with human appearance and aging I feel like I'm the older of us. You look so young, so powerful."
"You're a seductress, Beverly." He bit his lip.
Her heart fluttered. "That's a new name for me. Doctor, Mom, Commander... Wife. It's strange."
"I can understand that. I've had a few titles myself." He stroked her shoulder. "But you, for you I can think of so many other titles. Seductress is the first of a long list," He kissed her neck, "Darling," then her ear, "Siren," and her jaw, "Goddess."
With that Crusher began to cackle and fell back onto the bed. Then she said breathlessly, "You have got to be kidding me!"
"What?" He seemed broken hearted, laying his hand on her stomach.
"Oh, Dell, I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes. "You must understand how humans are different. I know you mean it. I know you do. It's just... I've never been called a goddess."
"I'm appalled to hear that." He climbed on top of her with his face serious but his member thickening.
"I can't imagine sleeping with you here." She sighed as he slipped between her legs again.
"No more white flag?" he asked, kissing her breasts and neck. She nodded, but didn't answer and he smoothly thrust into her. It wasn't romantic or restrained. She loved it, how he made love to her. She was so overwhelmed by his dynamics as a lover and so pleased. She could do and get what she wanted with him. They were like a perfect physical reaction together. She pondered all of this until the words left her brain in favor of practical cries. She accepted a void in her consciousness and she accepted him as an animal, pounding her hungrily as he growled and called her name.