Part 4

Beverly rotates her head at the sound of the screen door to the deck opening, finding Picard, barefoot and clad in his terrycloth robe, padding toward her.

Hand on the railing, Beverly turns to face him, setting her steaming mug of coffee on the thick wooden railing.

Smiling gently, Picard strides across the deck to Beverly, in slippers and a pink satin robe. "There you are. I woke up cold."

Smiling apologetically, Beverly bows her head. "I'm sorry."

Taking her hand, Jean-Luc slips his free hand around her back. "Are you alright?"

Bobbing her head, Beverly takes a long breath.

"Are you upset?" Jean-Luc inquires seriously, studying her features. "Something I did, or…"

Shaking her head, Beverly offers him a reassuring smile. "Of course not."

Squeezing her hand, Jean-Luc caresses her lower back with his other hand. "Do you regret last night?"

Shaking her head firmly, Beverly squeezes his hand back reassuringly. "Not at all. I'm sorry, Jean-Luc. Last night was wonderful. I think…maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed. It's happening so fast."

Nodding his understanding, Jean-Luc rubs her back in a circular pattern. "That's fair. There's no schedule. You're free to set a pace. But, we waited two decades. Glaciers move slower than we do."

Giggling, Beverly lays a hand on Jean-Luc's chest. "You're right." Leaning in, she presses her lips to his. "We waited a long time to do this right. Let's just enjoy it."

Placing his hands on her hips, Jean-Luc kisses her back. "How would you like to start?"

"Breakfast," answers Beverly jovially, patting his chest. "Have a seat. It's beautiful this morning. I'll go get some coffee."

"Sounds perfect," replies Jean-Luc, dropping his hands and placing a fleeting kiss to her cheek.

Jean-Luc steps onto the wooden deck off of the cabin, finding Beverly curled up on the long wooden lounge chair with a soft plush cushion. In a swim suit and cover-up, Beverly is reading from a PADD, sunglasses over her eyes.

Glancing up at the sound of the screen door closing, Beverly watches Jean-Luc pad across the deck toward her. "Talk to Will?"

Nodding, Jean-Luc climbs onto the lounge chair next to Beverly, perching next to her hip. "Yes. Refit is underway. Everything is going according to plan. We're on schedule."

Sitting upright, Beverly slips off her glasses and discards her PADD and sunglasses on the wooden deck floor beside them. "That's good."

"He says, "Hello'" Smirking, Jean-Luc gives his head a shake. "Actually, I think there was a bit of a teasing laugh in there."

Giggling, Beverly takes Jean-Luc's hand. "Of course there was. It's Will."

Rolling his eyes, Picard decides he'll worry about Riker's playful jibing over taking a vacation with his CMO when he returns to Earth. For now, Jean-Luc intends to soak up his time alone with Beverly. "Deanna says 'Hello', as well."

Pursing her lips, Beverly realizes she'll have to chat with her friend/counselor when they return to McKinley station. There will be a lot of explaining to do.

Continuing, Picard shrugs. "But, everything is proceeding as planned. Everyone is well. We have a couple hours until the we have to leave for the festival in town. What would you like to do? We could swim, or just have a little rest for an hour or two…"

Smirking, Beverly slips her arms around his neck. "I'm quite energetic, actually."

Raising a brow, Jean-Luc's lips curl into a knowing grin. "Is that so? What do you have in mind?"

"Lay back," commands Beverly, wagging a brow as she gently eases Jean-Luc onto his back on the lounge chair.

Grinning in anticipation, Jean-Luc's hands wrap around her waist as Beverly shrugs off her cover-up. Leaning down, she peppers his lips in short kisses. Returning the kisses, Jean-Luc's hand reaches up to cup one breast over her bikini top, gently pinching her nipple through the fabric of the swim suit.

Running her hands down his chest, Beverly straddles his knees. Lifting his short loose t-shirt hem, her fingers dip under the waistband of his swim shorts and

slowly unfasten them, her gaze never leaving his eyes. As she painstakingly rolls his shorts down and off of his legs, his erection swells further. Lowering her head, Beverly blows out a slow, hot breath over his penis. Sighing, Jean-Luc peers down at her with undisguised desire, his dark hazel eyes sparkling with raw need. His breath hisses through his teeth as her fingers curl around his member and gently squeeze. Out of the corners of her eyes , Beverly can view his hands gripping the armrests of the lounge chair, his knuckles white.

Holding his hips, Beverly runs the tip of her nose from the base to the head

of his hardening penis, nuzzling around his testicles. A bead of pearl liquid appears, and she licks it, making him groan aloud. Taking his hard member in hand, her tongue darts out to flick lightly over the head, letting her questing tongue explore the slit. Repeating the manoeuvre, she squeezes his shaft firmly in one hand. Casting a quick glance upward, Beverly thrills to discover her normally poised captain , his head lolling backwards, mouth ajar, awash in a ruckus of sensation.

Thoroughly enjoying the control she has over him, Beverly decides to increase the intensity, taking him inch by inch, slowly into her hot mouth. With two fingers and her thumb at the base of his penis, her other hand gently hefts his testicles. Moaning continuously, Jean-Luc entangles his hands in her hair, his finger tips gripping her scalp. Entirely pleased with his reaction, Beverly languidly strokes his shaft, sucking his head, delighting when he begins to buck his hips.

Grunting, Jean-Luc grasps her chin feverishly. "Beverly…no!"

Pausing, Beverly reluctantly releases him, bestowing a gentle kiss to the tip of his penis.

Sighing heavily, Jean-Luc strokes her hair. "Please…"

Kissing her way up his stomach and chest, Beverly moves to straddle his waist.

Reaching for her face, Jean-Luc draws her in. "God, Beverly…"

Kissing him deeply, Beverly splays her hands across his chest. "Still feel like resting, Skipper?"

Eyes flashing with desire, Jean-Luc kisses her roughly, one hand coming up to knead her breast, the other locating her swim bottoms and slipping them down her bare legs. She shifts her legs and they drop to her feet and off as she flicks her foot. She aids in the rapid discard of his t-shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the deck beside them. Astride his lap, she gasps as she feels the tip of his throbbing penis poised at her entrance.

Slipping his hands around her back, Jean-Luc tugs her bikini top loose, exposing her breasts. He drops the garment to the ground before cupping one breast and taking a hard nipple into his hot mouth. Tossing her head back, Beverly, moans, grinding herself against him, wetting his penis in the process. Abandoning her nipple, he takes her face in his hands, kissing her passionately. Beverly raises herself up and takes his hard cock in one hand, slowly lowering her body on his turgid length.

Both gasping at the momentary high of penetration, they briefly still, wanting to prolong the sensation. Gazing longingly into her eyes, Jean-Luc traces her bottom lip with his tongue. "I love you."

Resting her forehead against his, Beverly plants a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

Gripping her hips, Jean-Luc encourages her to move. She raises herself slowly, letting him slide through her heat , feeling his contours, his hard length. Lowering just as slowly, she makes him groan as she repeats the action. Sweating, their breathing becomes ragged as their hearts pound profusely.

Jean-Luc wishes he could stay like this forever, but every fibre of his being is screaming for release. Beverly is just too much for him. Gripping her hips painfully, he pulls her forcefully down, arching his own hips to meet hers. Crying out, Beverly digs her nails into his shoulders as he repeats the action, plunging into her with singular intent. Her head lolling back, Beverly mewls as he plunders her, taking them closer and closer to their mutual climax.

As Jean-Luc feels her internal muscles begin to contract, he moves a hand to her core and, with exquisite timing, massages her clitoris, sending her into

a cataclysmic orgasm, her rhythmic clenching drawing him into his own glorious release. Jean-Luc arches up from the chair and holds her tightly to him as he cries out her name.

As the ripples of her release reverberate and her heart calms, Beverly kisses Jean-Luc's scalp, catching her breath.

Encircling his arms around her back, Jean-Luc feathers kisses along her chest. "That…that was…"

Grinning, Beverly sits back slightly, gazing at Jean-Luc warmly. "Yeah."

Cupping the side of her face, Jean-Luc kisses her soundly. "Why the hell didn't we do this sooner?"

Chuckling, Beverly slips her arms around his chest, letting her head drop to his shoulder. "We were idiots."

Sighing, Jean-Luc kisses her temple. "Yes."

"Jean-Luc?" Rubbing her hand through the fine hair of his chest, Beverly basks in the afterglow, the warm breeze of the afternoon.

"Hmmm?" Eyes heavy, Jean-Luc presses his lips to her forehead.

"I'm ready to join you for an afternoon nap," teases Beverly, caressing his chest, her head nuzzled between his shoulder and neck.

Chortling lightly, Jean-Luc nods, tightening his hold around her. "Sounds perfect." He leans back into the lounge chair, pulling Beverly on top of him. Thoroughly spent, he can't think of a better way to spend the afternoon than in the arms of his new lover.