Part 7
Walking into the emergency ward of Sickbay, Picard discovers his Chief Medical Officer hovered over her son on a biobed near the back. Quickly crossing the room, Picard takes stock of the nearly empty ward, late in the evening.
"Can we get out of here now?" requests Wes urgently, upright on the biobed, a plaster bandage on his forehead.
"Soon, sweetheart. Let me get finished up here," Beverly tells him, hand on her son's shoulder.
"Captain!" Wesley straightens, his eyes widen. "What happened? Are we clear? Did you talk to the authorities? Am I in trouble?"
Approaching the biobed, Picard puts a hand up, smiling lightly. "It's alright, Wesley. You're in no trouble."
Turning anxiously to Picard, Beverly's face is pale. "What happened?"
Grimacing, Picard sighs. "We're en route to the star base. I'll speak to Admiral Harov. They're uh…none too thrilled that I trespassed onto hostile territory."
"Oh, God, Jean-Luc," cries Beverly, grasping Picard's arm. "What are they going to do?"
Trying to laugh it off, Picard looks at Wesley assuringly. "I'll be reprimanded. But, don't worry about that. The important thing is that you're alright."
Frowning, Wesley appears guilty. "I'm sorry, Captain."
Shaking his head, Picard tries to make light of the situation. "It's not your fault Wesley. I gave you permission to fly the shuttle. You lost control and veered off course and crashed. It was an accident. I'm just glad you're back, and in one piece. "
Turning to her son, Beverly squeezes his shoulder. " I need to chat with the captain. I'll be back in a minute."
Nodding his acquiescence, Wesley leans back against the bed.
Beverly motions for Picard to follow her through to the office, and Picard traces her steps to the Chief Medical Officer's office. Once inside, Beverly turns to face him, her face awash in fright.
Grasping her waist, Jean-Luc smiles. "Relax. It's okay."
Gripping his shoulders, Beverly trembles. "What are they going to do to you?"
"Nothing," Jean-Luc assures her, massaging her hips. ""Little slap on the wrist."
"Jean-Luc!" cries Beverly, tears welling in her eyes. "You went down there to get Wesley. You created an interplanetary conflict!"
"And everything will blow over," Jean-Luc tells her reassuringly, leaning in closer. "Don't worry about it."
Cupping Jean-Luc's neck, tears cascade down Beverly's cheeks. "You saved him."
Lips curling into a bittersweet smile, Jean-Luc glides his hands along her waist. "I wasn't going to allow them to harm him because he accidentally crash landed his shuttle onto enemy territory, Beverly. I may be taking Wesley under my wing, grooming him to be a Starfleet officer, but he's still a child. I gave him permission to take that shuttle out. He had an accident. He's my responsibility, and I'll take accountability for his actions."
Resting her forehead against his, Beverly closes her eyes, brushes her lips against his. "Thank you, Jean-Luc. Thank you."
Bringing a hand up, Jean-Luc weaves a hand through her hair, kissing her tenderly. "It's all over. Just relax. Take Wes home and get some rest."
Placing both hands on his collarbones, Beverly takes a steadying breath. "Yes. I will. Are you done…talking to Starfleet? Will you…will you come to my quarters?"
Feathering a kiss to her nose, Jean-Luc rubs her hip. "Give me a half an hour, and I'll be there."
Nodding her agreement, Beverly smiles lightly. "Okay."
"I have to make a call. I'll see you shortly," Picard drops a kiss to her cheek before slowly retreating out of the room.
As she watches Picard back out of the office, Beverly is mentally and physically exhausted. Her son had unintentionally crashed onto hostile territory and been taken captive. Picard had violated Starfleet regulation in order to rescue Wesley and is now facing the consequences of permitting the child to operate the shuttle and land in an enemy area. Beverly had been terrified, first that Wesley had been horrifically injured, then that he wouldn't be returned, and then that Wesley and Picard would be reprimanded for the accident. Picard is now assuring her that all will work out fine. She isn't confident in much, but she knows for sure that Jean-Luc loves her and the children.
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"So, you'll talk to Admiral Harov tomorrow when we get to the base?" Beverly clarifies, resting her head against Picard's shoulder on the sofa in her quarters. Audra had long been asleep, Deanna having put the girl to be hours ago. Wesley, exhausted from the ordeal, had retired to bed earlier. Now, Picard and Beverly are curled on the sofa in the dimly-lit living area.
"It's merely routine, Beverly. Not to worry," Picard assures her, his arm around her back as she leans against his chest.
Sighing, Beverly rotates her head and feathers kisses to his neck. "Thank you."
Kissing her hair, Jean-Luc snakes his free hand around to her lower back. "Always. I love you. I love those children."
Tears welling in her eyes, Beverly lays her forehead against his, trembling slightly. For the first time in her life, she believes it. Jean-Luc loves her, and she knows it and wants it and it feels so good and so right. "I want you to stay."
Grinning, Jean-Luc caresses her back, peppering kisses to her lips. "I'm not going anywhere."
Returning the kiss, Beverly moans, her hands gripping his chest.
"Bedroom?" "Jean-Luc raises a brow, his hands on her lower back.
Nodding her agreement, Beverly slowly rises to her feet.
Taking her hand, Jean-Luc jumps off of the sofa and leans over to peck her lips.
Leading him by the hand, Beverly backs toward the bedroom. Index finger to her lips, Beverly smiles devilishly. "Shsh."
Grinning, Picard pads behind her to the bedroom, filled with anticipation.
Legs hitting the end of the bed, Beverly giggles as she falls backward onto the bed. Jean-Luc leans down to cover her lips with his own, gently lowering his body over hers on the bed. He pushes her hair back with one hand, affording a better angle to deepen the kiss.
Their tongues dueting, Beverly pulls him closer, hand dropping to his chest, then further downward.
Pausing briefly, Jean-Luc's breathing is ragged and his pupils are dark and full. "I love you."
Beverly's eyes well with tears, a warm sensation blossoming in her stomach. Laying her forehead against his, Beverly brushes her lips over his. "I love you."
Fervently kissing her, Jean-Luc crushes her lips with his. Hands on her chest, his his leg glides against hers. Kneading her breast with his hand, Jean-Luc reluctantly pulls back. He slides his hands up to her neck, reaching for the zipper on the collar of her uniform ,pausing briefly to peck her lips. Returning the kiss as he slips the uniform glacially slow down her sides, Beverly slides out of the garment. Shoving the garment onto the floor, Jean-Luc watches Beverly toe out of her socks.
Soaking her in, Jean-Luc makes haste in doffing his own uniform. Sitting up, Beverly helps him, tugging his briefs down hastily. Tossing aside his briefs, Jean-Luc manoeuvres Beverly onto her back on top of the sheets, peppering her neck in hot, wet kisses.
Sighing his name breathily, Beverly, glides her hands across the smooth muscles and soft hair of his chest. She kisses him gingerly, suddenly pulsing with desire and nerves simultaneously. "Jean-Luc…it's been…so long and…I…I haven't been with anyone but Jack."
Cradling her face in his hands, Jean-Luc kisses her nose. "You're perfect, cherie. I love you."
Shaking slightly, Beverly takes a steadying breath. It had never been like this with Jack. Not once. But, Jean-Luc wants her, wants her like no one has ever wanted her. And she wants him. She has to find the confidence deep within her to show him how much she wants him. "I want this so bad. Just…nervous."
Jean-Luc kisses her deeply, threading his fingers through her hair. "Relax, cherie. Let's take our time."
Bobbing her head, Beverly smiles into his lips, inhaling deeply. This will be wonderful. He will be wonderful. She just has to let go and enjoy herself.
Jean-Luc turns his attention to divesting her of her bra. Lowering his mouth to one nipple , he sucks forcefully until she cries out in pleasure. Grateful to have her eager and relaxed, he presses a kiss to her neck. Jean-Luc slides his hands down her hips, slipping her panties down and off.
Moaning into his ear, Beverly wraps her bare legs around his, caressing his inner thigh.
Gripping her hip, Jean-Luc groans, his fingers teasing around the entrance to her core.
"Lower," begs Beverly pitifully, almost involuntarily, startled by her own vocalizations.
Jean-Luc blazes a hot trail across her neck and collarbones until she's whimpering, scratching at his hips, a satisfied smirk on his face. He's glad to see her so passionate, giving into the moment. Jean-Luc makes her moan continuously into his neck when he flicks his fingers lightly across her
clit. And when he circles his fingers in a slow, tortuous rhythm, Jean-Luc has Beverly writhing beneath him. Beverly arches her hips to his hand, simultaneously grasping for his cock, her cheeks ablaze and growing wetter by the moment.
She's never been this bold, she's never been so passionate, and Beverly thrills beneath his touch, enthralled in the moment. Jean-Luc's touch, his scent, his taste, ignites her and gives her the courage to try new things. She wants this so bad it hurts, so bad it scares her and excites her.
Letting out a guttural grunt, Jean-Luc struggles to maintain composure as she stroke him harder. Descending his mouth to her breast again, Jean-Luc sucks and licks until she is trembling beneath him.
"Jean-Luc." Mewling, Beverly clutches at his back. She can't recall the last time she had had sex with Jack, but she certainly couldn't call it love or intimacy. Regardless, it had been so long and the thick emotion between her and Jean-Luc and the weight of the moment is simply overwhelming. "I need you."
Jean-Luc's hand warm and damp against her stomach, caresses her softly as he takes a steadying breath. "I want you so much."
The ache for him makes her dizzy as he positions himself above her. Covering his hands with hers, Beverly eases him in slowly. The fullness of having
him inside her intensifies the feeling and Beverly moans aloud.
Jean-Luc grazes his lips over hers, dark eyes blazing. The sheer magnitude of the moment is driving both of them close to the brink so rapidly. "Cherie, are you
alright?"
Dropping a kiss to his chin, Beverly grins. "I'm great." Beverly sighs in contentment, rocking her hips against his, relaxing into the rhythm. "You're perfect."
Strong fingers grasp her hips as Jean-Luc sucks her bottom lip. Kissing his jawline, Beverly tastes the salt on his skin. Concentrating hard, Jean-Luc maintains a slow rhythm, trying to prolong the contact. Beverly, consumed in the feeling, wants desperately to find a hard, fast rhythm and grinds her hips to his.
"Relax, dear," urges Jean-Luc, his breath caressing her ear.
Beverly tingles, her body pulsing with need, as orgasm threatens far too quickly. Not once had it been like this with Jack, and for once it feels so damn good. But, she knows it won't be what it could be if she comes now. Beverly desperately
wants to prolong their union, to be joined together with Jean-Luc when they come. Closing her eyes, Beverly takes in the exquisite feel of his chest against hers and his hands threading through her locks.
Mewling,Beverly grinds her pelvis against his and Jean-Luc thrusts up to meet her. Jean-Luc's finger circles around for her clit ,his eyes darkening, but she protests, stilling his hand. "No…Please."
Jean-Luc kisses her cheek, forestalling her. "It's okay, my love. Let go." He sucks her breast lazily, thrusting into her in sure strokes.
Digging her fingertips in along his spine, Beverly cries softly. Jean-Luc quickens his rhythm, sending her spirally over the edge. Finally giving in, Beverly's climax is a trembling, slow surrender. Clutching him tightly, Beverly writhes and sighs into his neck. "Jean-Luc…"
His breathing grows ragged as Jean-Luc's own orgasm ripples through him. Stiffening, Jean-Luc grunts her name as he releases within her. Totally spent, they catch their breath together.
Stroking the back of his neck, Beverly sighs contentedly, buzzing, hardly able to believe what has transpired. She cannot contain the hot tears pooling in her eyes.
Regaining his composure, Jean-Luc notices the tiny tears rolling down her cheeks and lifts a hand to swipe the tear tracks on her cheek. "Cherie, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
Shaking her head, Beverly wraps her hands around his neck. "No. I'm great. I'm just…a little overwhelmed. That was…wonderful."
Relieved, Jean-Luc grins into her lips, bracing himself above her with an elbow on the bed. "It was. You're wonderful."
Stroking his cheek, Beverly smiles playfully. "Was I okay?"
Chuckling lightly, Jean-Luc is flabbergasted that she'd even ask. "You're perfect, my love."
Grazing her lips over his jaw line, Beverly threads her fingers through the fine hair of his chest. "I never imagined it could be like that. It's incredible."
Laughing teasingly, Jean-Luc feathers a kiss to her neck. "My dear, that's what love feels like."
Cradling his face in both of her hands, Beverly chokes up, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I never thought I'd experience this."
Cupping her neck, Jean-Luc kisses her tenderly, slowly "I love you, Beverly. I will always love you. I promise, it'll always feel like this. You'll always feel like this."
Closing her eyes, Beverly sobs as Jean-Luc holds her to his chest. She's never been this happy. She's finally content. It's terrifying, but after all this time, she finally realizes this is what needs. This is what she deserves.
