Hello! New chapter! YAY! And so early too! LOL! Thank you again for all of your support!

I read your reviews on the length of the last chapter and I apologize if you were hoping for a longer read. I could have put the last chapter and this one together but, in the end, I broke them apart. This one is a nice, long one... Hopefully you will enjoy it! :)

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Things were so idealistic before Celtris Three. They weren't perfect by any means, but they were ideal. We had each other and although Jean Luc was not able to tell me his true feelings, I knew without a doubt that they were there.

Before Celtris Three, we were happy. Plain and simple.

However, after Celtris Three, what we had had become too real for Jean Luc to handle.

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Stepping back from the mirror, I finally see the finished product on me and I have to say I look positively delectable. Slightly rearranging the corset so that the tops of my nipples are playing peak-a-boo over the hem, I then check the garters to make sure they are secured in their place.

Heaving a nervous sigh, I am thankful that this corset is more comfortable than the one I had to where when we were in 1880's San Francisco a few months back. This corset is a mix of deep purple satin with a hint of black lace along the hem. The little scrap of material between my legs has an opening straight down the middle so that when Jean Luc wants to fuck me, he won't have to worry about taking off a stitch of clothing. Then to polish it all off, I have a simple black garter holding up sheer black stockings and a pair of strappy heels that can easily be slipped off.

Although I am apprehensive as to his reaction, staring at myself I look - and feel - so damn good.

This morning after our staff meeting was finished, I told him that unless we were under dire circumstances – for instance we were being boarded by the Borg - we were going to meet in the dungeon to get reacquainted with each other. After the hellish week we both had with the Teltris Rova disaster, we both rightly deserved a night to ourselves.

I had to run a triage center for all the wounded that came my way and search for survivors while Jean Luc had to delegate between two warring factions for a peaceable treaty. After the two sides came to a resignation, both teams of doctors were able to go in to care for the wounded. Gladly handing off my triage notes, I ordered everyone involved at least twenty-four hours of rest before returning to duty. Now that it has been a few days and there is considerable distance between the Enterprise and Teltris Rova, I can now afford the luxury of being sexually controlled in the most delicious way possible.

Smirking to myself, little does he know of the surprise I have waiting for him.

Glancing at the chronometer and noticing that I have two minutes before he arrives, I quickly step into the bedroom. Putting the spreaders at a comfortable distance, I hook them around my ankles. Then placing the handcuffs I want him to use between my teeth, I finish the setup by placing a silky blindfold over my eyes and grabbing onto the bars attached to the ceiling.

Sometimes, it still shocks me on how far I have come in this role I play with Jean Luc. I can still remember a time where a timid shiver overtook my body when reading his contract.

-Swish-

-Swish-

-Click-

The sound of the door and it locking sends my body into a frenzied state. Clamping down on the handcuffs with my teeth to stop them from chattering, I grip the bar above me tighter to remind myself not to let go. The bar is slick with the sweat from my heated palms as the cool air licks my tight nipples.

Just as I hear him step into the bedroom, a surprised breath is sucked in between his lips.

Successful with my surprise, I can feel my heart banging with delight and adrenaline against my ribcage. Biting down on the hard metal, I can feel my slick desire pooling in the heat of my core.

The anticipation of his touch is amplified by the loss of my sense of sight. Quivering under the delightfully heavy burden, I know one touch is all it will take for me to lose all control.

Then it happens in a place I would have never associated as such an erogenous zone. Feeling his tips of his fingers sizzle onto my elbow, the swollen muscles between my legs trust back and forth. Throwing my head back, I unabashedly let out a guttural moan as my unintended orgasm wreaks havoc on my body.

Releasing the handcuffs from my mouth, he connects my wrists to the bar above my head. "Are you ready to do," leaving a trail of goosebumps as his fingers softly slide down my arms, his lips barely makes contact with my tingling skin, "as I command?"

I am barely able to stifle my moan when his nimble fingers take out my breasts from it's lose confinement. His hot tongue plays with one nipple while the other is being pinched. Biting the bottom of my lip hard, I vehemently nod my head.

"Mmm, what a lovely surprise when I walked in. I never thought I could be as hard as I am right now." Jean Luc's breath tickles the skin between my breasts as his fingers make their way down my body. "Let's see what other surprises we have here." Knowing full well what these panties are capable of since I got them from one of his drawers, he slowly lets out a ragged moan when his fingers reach the slick apex between my legs. "You are too good to me." Slowly circling his finger once around my clit, his lips sweetly glides along my chest as he mumbles against my heated skin, "I can't wait to feel you orgasm around my cock." Hesitating for a millisecond, he takes a step back. "You are not to orgasm until I say you can."

Feeling the rush of cold air as his body leaves mine, my mind grows dizzy at the temporary loss. However, I muster up my voice and call out, "I serve at the pleasure of my master."

For a long while the only sounds I hear is the zipper releasing him of his uniform and the gentle close of some of his play drawers. Feeling my heart rate double when the heat between our bodies escalates, I know he has returned back to me. Reaching under the band of my panties, he gradually brings them down to my knees. His tongue then reaches between my thighs and licks me from stem to stern. My mind goes blank as a universe of stars burst within my field of dark vision. "This master is going to fuck your delicious cunt all night long. Is that what you want?" His words leaves a heated mark between my legs that makes me yearn for more.

Excitement budding as his tongue circles around my cunt, my head lulls back as I moan out, "After you fuck my pussy and my ass, I want to suck your hard cock."

Sensing the rumble of his moans from my naughty words along my quivering core, he nips my clit with his teeth, and huskily agrees, "Your wish is my command." Feeling the lick of cool air caress between my legs, I hear him click something on and vibrate against my thigh. "I'm putting this plug in while I play with your pussy." Pumping the vibrating plug between my drenched folds a few times to get it wet, he then takes it out and inserts it up my ass. Hungrily going forward with a grunt, his nose then presses against my clit as his tongue swirls and fucks my cunt.

The duel sensations of both the vibrations and his tongue has me withering in the palm of his masterful hand. Grasping my constraints for dear life, I grit my teeth to stop my body's natural reaction for release. In a last minute ditch to stave off my impending orgasm, I tightly clinch my vaginal walls and try to think about something other than his tongue gliding along my pulsating clit.

"Your resistance makes me want to fuck you right now." Once again stepping away from my panting and sweaty body, he playfully adds, "But what fun would that be?"

His brief respite allows me to calm my raging libido to a semi-manageable level. I know that I will be done for if he continues to eat my pussy with that exquisite tongue. And then I would have to endure his punishment for breaking his rule. He would deny my desire to suck his cock and instead would masturbate in front of me and leave without suppressing any of my carnal desires. I have worked too hard on surprising him tonight for it to go to waste.

Taking a deep breath, I find a new resolve coursing through my veins. I will be strong no matter what he sends my way.

Feeling his lips kiss my furrowed brow, he lightly says, "There's no reason to overthink. Tonight is all about enjoyment." Easy for him to say, he is not being restricted. "Relax."

Releasing the tense muscles in my shoulders, I lick my lips and nod my head for him to continue. Feeling something short and smooth glide across my chest, I lift my chin in slight anticipation as to what he wants to do to my body next.

Reaching between my legs, he passes over my trembling lips and presses another button on the plug. Instead of it vibrating, now it is pumping up and down. Sliding my panties back up, the soft leathery material returns to my stomach. "I will be whipping you tonight." Sensing my sudden apprehension, he adds, "This is the hardest it will strike." He flicks his whip just above my nipple. The leather barely licks the skin to leave a mark, let alone hurt me.

Nodding my head, I murmur between my teeth, "Harder, master."

"Like this?" The tongue of his whip cracks just above my other breast.

Letting my head fall back to rest on my arms, I groan, "Just like that, master."

Tracing the whip along my heightened skin, every so often he stops to lightly spank me with the soft leather. His markings are sporadic over my body; along my collar bone, the back of my thighs, up to my shoulders blades and back down to the fleshy part of my ass. The light yearning of where he will strike next coupled with the way his whip works in sync with the soft pumps from the plug has me high on cloud nine.

Then quite out of nowhere, his whip cracks along one of my nipples and I yell out in unadulterated pleasure. "Oh, master…" Whipping the other nipple, my fingers curl around the chains on the cuffs for dear life as my body jerks forward.

Tracing the whip down my body, he presses it against my wanting apex. "Mmm, I dream of tasting you every night."

Feeling rather emboldened by my actions tonight, I stick out my tongue wanting to sample what he does to me. Resting the soft leather between my lips, I relish my salty desire. My knees tremble as they try to hold up my euphoric filled body.

Removing the whip from my mouth, he quickly, yet lightly, strikes my over worked pussy.

Holymotherfuckingshit! My knees literally give out under a tidal wave of sensations. Panting into my arm, I thought I had experienced everything... But nothing like that. It makes me want to rethink paddles and floggers. A curious sensation prickles the back of my neck as the thought of a paddle hitting my ass in a most delicious manner.

Lifting my chin with the handle of his whip, he commands, "Stand up straight." Following his order, he then raises the bar so that my toes barely scrape the ground. Feeling his body bend down, he divests my ankles of the shackles around them. Throwing them off to the side with a loud clank of metal, he then traces the whip along my nipples striking them with lightning quick speed.

Gripping the bar above me with a vice grip, I continue to pull myself up. Oh, God! The pain sparking my shoulders works beautifully in concert with the whip and the plug.

Tracing the leather around my body, he gets in a few more licks on the back of my neck and behind my knees - both places I would have never thought that would send an arrow of lust straight to my center. Letting my head fall all the way back, I let out a purely primal moan. Fuck! If he doesn't give the order to orgasm soon I know I will simply burst.

Hearing the soft thump of the whip falling on the floor, I feel Jean Luc's warm arms encircling my waist to lift me up. Guiding my legs around his hips and supporting me under my ass, he fills me to the hilt.

"Ohhh…" Feeling the fullness of both his cock and the plug filling me nearly has me passing out. Straining against the shackles that bind my wrists, I long to throw my arms around his neck as he begins to pound into me.

Kneading my ass with his fingers, he sighs along my skin, "Let go, Beverly."

Ohh... The pain is starting to become unbearable, yet I can't stop him now, not when I am so close to this eternal bliss. Feeling a wave of lust starting from the tip of my scalp, it gains momentum as it rushes full force through my body. Letting my head fall back between my arms, my body delightfully convulses as he continues to rub against my sensitive clit.

Tightening his arms around my waist, his movement becomes hurried and relentless. "God, I can feel your cunt tightening around my cock." Slapping and gripping the flesh of my ass, he lets out a grunt as I feel him bursting inside me. Resting his sweaty head in the crevice between my breasts, he fingers dig into my skin as he continues to cum in me.

Other than the muscles spasming along his cock and around the plug, I feel no pain as adrenaline courses through my veins. Hearing our heart beating together as one between our hot bodies, my head rolls so that it lies along his heated forehead. "Captain, I would be eternally grateful for the key to these handcuffs." I tried to make it nonchalant, but my words come out painfully strained.

Keeping a strong grip around my waist, he unhooks me from the handcuffs. My arms fall limp around his shoulders as he carries me to the bed. Once I feel the soft bedding conform under my heavy body, he removes both the plug and mask.

Blinking several times against the soft light, I cover my eyes with a few of my fingers and murmur, "I need just a few moments."

Slipping off my shoes, he thankfully begins to massage my feet. "You have already given me more than I expected tonight."

Biting the bottom of my lip, I mumble under my breath, "To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed that I only lasted this long. I thought I had more resolve than this." Trying to lift my arms so that they can lay above my head, I find that my muscles refuse to work. Grunting in both pain and frustration, I quietly ask, "Could you please get a medi-kit?"

A flash of worry crosses his features before he stands to get the kit. Coming back, he reaches in and grabs the pain reliever hypospray. After giving me sweet relief from the pain in my shoulders, he reaches back into the kit and takes out the sub-dermal stabilizer.

As he runs it along my shoulders and arms, I detect a bit of self-hatred and doubt returning to his eyes. Resting my hand on his thigh, I confidently say, "That was utterly amazing, Jean Luc. I would like it if we were able to do that again on another night."

Continuing to stare at the instrument in his hands, he shakes his head and murmurs, "You are clearly in pain."

"Yes, but if you remember, I was the one who wanted it when you walked through the door." With the relieving help of both the medicine and the stabilizer, I feel more in control of my own muscles again. Lifting my hands above my head and spreading my legs wide open, I proclaim, "I'm ready, master."

For a split second it looks as though he is going to protest, but in the end, he throws the medi-kit and the instruments into the chair beside the bed. Standing erect in between my legs, my body quakes in sensual hunger when I hear his dungeon voice returns, "Sit on the edge of the bed." After following his order and making sure not to show any pain, he adds, "Open your mouth. You're going to fuck my cock, however, you are not allowed to touch me. I will tell you when to stop."

Licking my parched lips, I murmur, "Yes, master," before I open my watering mouth.

Slamming his cock in to the hilt, he easily rides my mouth back and forth.

With my hands are captured behind my back, I widen my legs and start contracting my muscles between my thighs. Closing my eyes, the feeling of him sliding in and out of my mouth mimics the sensation of him fucking me and it drives me to the brink of insanity.

Threading his fingers through my hair, both his breathing and his movements become erratic. Through gritted teeth, he commands, "Touch yourself. I want you, uhhh, ready for me."

I don't need to touch myself to know that I am soaking wet between my legs, however, a good submissive always follows orders. Easily finding it slick between my folds, a low moan escapes through my lips as I allow my fingers to slip in and out.

Stopping his thrusts just as his cock is barely reaching the back of my throat, he his fingers lightly caresses my cheekbone.

Opening my eyes, I allow myself to glance at the beautiful specimen in front of me. A thin sheen of sweat covers his muscular chest and the look he gives me is pure, unadulterated sex with a hint of love. After a moment of stilled silence, I subtly let my tongue swirl around his head as I bob back and forth.

In one swift move, his cock pops out of my mouth as he takes a step back. Grasping my arms to twirl me around, he silently encourages me to get on my hands and knees. "Are you ready for me?"

Peaking over my shoulder, I confidently say, "I am always ready for you, master."

Slapping my ass, he replies, "Good, because I'm going to fuck your cunt then I'm going to finish by fucking your ass." Gripping my hips, he positions me in front of him and thrusts in me a few times to get his dick wet.

Fuck! The feel of his cock reaching that hard to reach place numbs any and all pain that was once paralyzing my shoulders. Squeezing the sheets between my fingers, my tits bounce deliciously as I stare down at the cotton between my hands. Sensing the room spin, I clamp my eyes closed as I feel my third orgasm of the night take my body hostage.

Just before I am able to scream out from my release, he pulls out and perches himself at the puckered opening of my ass. Reaching out, he touches the small of my back and softly asks, "Can you keep going?"

Frustrated at his lack of touch, I can't stay too mad when I witness the caring side of Jean Luc as he is in his dominant role. Once again peering over my shoulder, I purr, "Fuck my ass, master."

Bending over to retrieve the lube and condom on the bed, he squeezes some of the cool gel over my skin and wraps the latex on just before his cock plunges in. Groaning as the tightness chokes his cock, I can feel his hands shaking as he holds my hips still.

Having done this numerous times now, the trembling nerves are still there just before he takes me and the initial uncomfortable pressure from the fullness of his cock inside me takes my breath away. Thankfully, though, he has become aware of me and stops when he is to the hilt so that I can gather my bearings. Once I nod, his movements starts out slow and creeps to a faster pace.

Reaching over, his nimble fingers begins to play with my clit by pinching and sliding along my slick folds. Grabbing onto my hair, he rides me to the brink of insanity as he mumbles through his gritted teeth, "Ohh, Beverly, you are so fucking tight."

Drowning in the millions of sensations that prickle over my body, my head goes dizzy as my orgasm rushes through. Barely giving me a chance to breathe, the blinding light flashes in front of my eyes as a stream of hot cum spurts out from between my folds. "Fuckingdamnit!"

Pulling back on my hair, he stills my hips and nearly collapses as he spills into me. Thrusting to milk the last remaining drops, he rests his knees on the mattress to allow his lungs to catch up with the rest of his body. After a brief moment to collect himself, he gently pulls out. Placing a piece of cloth over my stretched ass, he snaps off the condom and throws it into the waste basket.

In an exhausted state, I willfully let the mattress catch my overstrained body. With my heart keeping a beat along my chest and his soft breathing filling my ears, I feel my body lull into a light slumber.

Throwing himself next to me on the bed, the deep timber of his voice rouses me from my dreamless sleep. "I have to say, I was quite surprised when I walked in tonight."

Taking a deep breath in, I exhale when I roll onto my side. Lazily lifting my eyelids, I murmur into the mattress, "I took the risk of you being disappointed in me taking the initiative. I have wanted to do that for you since coming back from San Francisco."

"Beverly, look at my cock," drawing my attention down with his hand, "after all that we just did, I still want to fuck you. You are absolutely insatiable tonight."

I don't know what it is about seeing his dick still hard after our strenuous activity, but I feel my body breath in a second wind. Absolutely gob smacked at what he does to my sexual appetite, my blood starts coursing through my veins, revving me up to go another round. "Good, because my appetite for you has not even come close to being sedated." Lifting myself up and off the bed, I coyly ask, "Can you help me take this off?" Turning so that I am facing away from him, I glide my hair over my shoulder and add, "Please?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he holds out his hand and says, "Come here."

Taking a step back, I slowly lower myself down onto his lap. Feeling his semi-hard erection pressing into the small of my back, I peer over my shoulder and sigh, "Thank you."

Grasping the small zipper, he slowly brings it down as he plants feather light kisses on my shoulder. "Mmm, your skin is incredibly smooth. How do your shoulders feel?"

Gripping his thighs, I tip my head to the side to give him full advantage. "Mmm Hmm… Much better."

Unhooking the catch, he lets the corset fall to the floor in front of our legs. "I think for the rest of the night I'm going to take my time and rightfully worship your beautiful body." Spreading my knees so that I am straddling his legs, his hands trace up and down my inner thighs as he pecks and nips the expanse along my neck and shoulders.

Peering over my shoulder, I reach up and caress the back of his neck. With my eyes heavy with desire, his lips barely graze mine as I mumble, "We have all night-"

"Riker to Captain Picard. Priority One message from Vice-Admiral Nechayev."

Lifting his head, he asks, "Did she say what it is about?"

"Classified, sir."

Silently sighing into my skin, he mutters, "Very well, Number One. Picard out." When the end of the communication beeps, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head in the crook of my neck. "I have to take this."

Sliding off his lap onto the bed, I smile at him, "Go ahead, I'll make myself scarce."

Standing, he opens one of the drawers to get a shirt and a pair of shorts out. After covering his body, he walks out to the computer terminal and turns it on.

Not wanting to eavesdrop on his classified conversation, I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Ridding myself of the rest of my clothing, I walk into the steaming shower. Just as I'm about to rinse the shampoo out of my hair, he opens the door and joins me. Noticing that he is biting the side of his mouth, I timidly question, "Can I ask?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he reaches for the soap and stiffly says, "She will be coming aboard within an hour to discuss a new mission."

"That's it?" Threading my fingers through my hair to make sure all of the shampoo washes out if my scalp.

Stepping under the scalding water, he rinses off the suds and angrily adds, "Another night ruined. She also said that after meeting with me, then she will need to briefly meet with you and Lieutenant Worf." Allowing me back under the water, he mutters, "I wanted to spend the night with you."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I step closer to kiss him. After a few seconds I feel his body relax against mine. Planting sweet kisses along his jaw, I murmur, "We will have other nights. We always do."

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Little did I know that that was the last time we would met as a sub and dom for a long time.

Within a few hours after meeting with Admiral Nechayev, the three of us were training for a new, unknown mission. Throughout our training exercises, I tried to keep my relationship with Jean Luc professional. Many times I either wanted to scratch out his eyes, hug him dearly or slam him against the wall and demand him to fuck me. His eyes were steely cut with determination, yet, the rest of his body looked as if he was a man condemned to death.

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Slapping my leg hard as Jean Luc orders the Cardassians away from the holodeck, my frustration reaches a new high when he turns to me and yells in his quiet, demeaning, 'I'm-disappointed-in-you' way, "You needed to set this properly in order for it to work. Do I need to show you how to do it again, Doctor?" The way he emphasized my title implied that I didn't know what the fuck I was doing.

Taking the stupid device from his hand, I let my anger show through, "It was a dummy. If you want me to set it correctly then provide an actual working one, Captain." Idiot.

Taking a menacing step towards me, he steals the device back and throws it against the rock wall. "If you knew it was a dud, then take another one from your pack and use it instead of looking to Lt. Worf as if you were some lost puppy." Shoving his finger in my chest, he grits, "I will not have this mission compromised because of your recklessness."

"Sir..." Worf intercedes.

Throwing my hand up to stop the rest of his words, I continue to stare at Jean Luc seething from head to aching toe. "I was ordered to take part in this mission, a mission by the way that I still have no clue as to what in the hell we are doing. If you feel that I will not be an asset to this team then I suggest you talk to Admiral Nechayev before we are set to leave tomorrow morning." Not backing down, I take a small step into his personal space, swat his finger away and spat, "You are the one who gave me the bag. If you want me to do my job correctly, then you are the one who needs to make sure all devices work. Otherwise, you can count us all dead." Needing to be out of this suffocating cave and away from his condescending face before I punch him in the nose, I command, "Computer, exit," and stomp out of the holodeck without another glance back.

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Turning over in my bed for the millionth time, I lay on my back as sleep eludes my body. With the thought of our impending mission weighing heavily on my mind, a slight headache pierces my lobe like a dull knife. My whole body aches from both our training exercises and a lack of physical touch from Jean Luc. I have been wanting to touch him, to let him know that I care about him, since this whole thing started, however anytime I brought my hand out, he would turn away from me. At first, I thought it was because Worf was around us, but after what happened tonight, his reasoning is different and whatever it is, he's bottling it up inside.

Never once had he questioned my skills as a doctor or an officer. What makes this time so special? It's obviously the task we have before ourselves, but why start questioning my reliability right now?

Does he not trust me? Did he ever trust me?

Taking the pillow next to me and throwing it over my face, I squeeze it as I let out a cry of annoyance. What a preposterous thing to ask, my subconscious screams. He trusts me to keep guard his deepest, darkest secret. I mean how many other people know about his kinky lifestyle?

Ten - including me…

Regardless, if it isn't trust, then why?

Throwing my pillow across the room, I stare at the ceiling. Humph! Nothing from this mission makes sense. The secrecy surrounding it, how the Cardassians are involved and why we are digging though deep caves. Maybe when it is reveled then everything will make -

-Swish-

-Swish-

-Click-

Quickly turning on my side away from my visitor, I bite down on my lip to keep from shouting any and all obscenities in the known language. It's him. I know without a doubt that it's him. He probably wants to apologize for his rude behavior from before and to half explain his reason.

Stay strong, Beverly. Rebuff his advances and ignore him until he begs for forgiveness.

"I love you." His words are soft and barely above a whisper.

Well, shit… Out of all the times to proclaim his love, he wants to do it now.

Figures.

Stay strong… don't give in to his sorrow. "Out of all the times, why now?"

"You set my soul on fire with the simple touch of your finger. I can't breathe, let alone live without you. I yearn to wake next to you, to hear the sound of your soft breath, to have the luxury of your lips on mine, to feel your fingers run along my pounding chest. Knowing within every inch of my being that I could never find that with anyone else but you. You consume me and, yet, I crave for more." The rise of his timber voice fills this room with a heightened sense of passion - something that has never been seen before on this level. "I didn't want you to ever think that I see you as less than perfect. You will always be perfect to me."

Just as the last remnants of my resolve happily fades away, I peak over my shoulder and notice that his face gives off such sorrow in the soft glow of the stars from my window.

Forgiveness and begging be damned.

Shoving off my sheets, I step out of my bed and walk straight to where he stands. Cupping his cheeks within my hands, I quietly ask, "How would I be able to live up to those words?"

"All you have to do is to allow me to love you. I cannot live without you, Beverly." Pushing through my hands, he circles his arms around my waist and gently kisses my lips. "Forgive me."

This doesn't make sense. Why say it before this mission, unless he knows for certain… Trying to get past the hazy, euphoria induced fog, I mumble, "Are we going to die?"

His lips glide across my cheek and down my jaw as he hums in sheer delight against my heightened skin. He is ignoring my question.

Pulling my head out of his embrace, my mind tries to comprehend his actions as my body screams for more of his touch. "Jean Luc?"

Bending down on his knees and gripping my hips for dear life, he glances up at me through his eyelashes. "Run away with me. Run away and let's never look back." At my utter bewilderment, he bows his head and rests it on my thighs as he murmurs, "I have been wanting to tell you that since I first meet with Admiral Nechayev. And although, I would have no reservations on wishing for you to say yes, I know you won't."

Running my fingers along his scalp, I take a few deep breaths to calm my pounding heart. No wonder he has been ignoring my touch since this whole thing started. Lifting his chin, I mumble into the darkness, "I love you."

Standing, he shoves my night dress over my head and throws it on the ground. Crashing his lips onto mine, he lifts me into his arms and steps over to my bed. As he gently lays me on the mattress, he looks at me with such love in his eyes that I feel it can propel this ship clear across the galaxy. Never wavering, his fingers crawl to the hem of my panties and peels off them off one leg at a time. Spreading my thighs so that I am completely open, he kneels on the carpet. As his hand circles around my knee, his eyes leaves my own when his lips begin to mark a scorching trail down my thigh.

Staring back at the ceiling, I take in a big gulp of air. Feeling goosebumps erupt along my skin, I tremble as he nears my pulsating center. He is so close, I can feel his hot breath tickling my swollen lips. Fuck! I can cum right now with this mounting anticipation.

Then with the tiny spark from his tongue, he ignites my soul and sets my body on fire.

His tongue makes contact with my skin and lightly traces around my bikini area. Feeling his moan rumbling straight to my core, he pecks my clit with the slightest suckle as he sighs, "I can taste your desire for me and it is the most divine thing that has ever passed these parched lips." Without any other provocation, he dives in towards my center, lapping in every inch of what I can offer him.

Letting my knees fall to the side to allow him to go deeper, my fingers scape along his scalp, wanting him, needing him to take all of me in. Arching my back, I bite down on my bottom lip when I feel his tongue fucking me. With his nose circling against my clit, my nipples stretch to their highest peak as a warm wave of pleasure overtakes my body. "Ohhhh, Jean Luc!" Feeling my whole body tremble, his tongue still pumps me until I can give no more.

Once I release him from my vice grip, he pushes himself from the mattress and peels the black clothing from his body.

He looks gorgeous, almost god-like, in the soft hue of the bright stars. His skin glistens from the sweat coursing down his chest and his cock stands perfectly erect, swollen and ready to take the charge. Returning back to me he grips the back of my thighs and spreads my legs to accommodate his needy hips. Sensing the tip of his cock at my opening, he takes one smoldering look at me before plunging in.

God, he fills so good inside me, almost as if he belongs there. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I let my fingers thread through his chest hair to pinch his erect nipples.

Letting his eyes close, his hands catch the mattress on the side of my head as he falls over me. Rocking back and forth in a smooth rhythm, he allows himself to open his eyes. Leaning down and capturing my lips with his own, he murmurs between each kiss, "I will always love you."

Taking his cheeks, I confidently whisper, "I am yours to love forever." Placing my feet on his calves, I use the momentum to push my hips into his. Reaching that oh-so-delicious spot with full force, I feel my eyes roll back as pleasure rakes through my senses.

Plugging and pinch my nipples in a way that shots an arrow of lust towards my already drenched center, he grits through his teeth, "God, I'm about to cum."

Starting to see the flurry of stars along the dark walls, I bite down hard on my bottom lip and huff, "Let go."

Then, as if a supernova burst between our bodies, we both orgasm together. And damn, does it give all of the kinky stuff a run for its money. To know that he loves me as much as I love him makes our connection to each other run deeper than any handcuffs or flogs in the universe.

Collapsing on me, we stay glued to each other as both of our hearts clamber down from its delectable precipice. Feeling as if my mind is permanently in seventh heaven, his achingly soft words tumbles across my shoulder, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier in the cave. I implicitly trust you and your work ethic. I suppose, subconsciously, I wanted you to drop out of the mission."

Letting a small giggle escape my chest, I reply, "I'm surprised you didn't write me up for insubordination."

Feeling the rumble of his laugh between our heated bodies, he says, "I could have, but I think Worf would have made me redact it." Lifting himself up on his elbows, he rolls to the side.

Scooting so that we lay side by side in each other arms, I sigh against his chest as he covers our lanky bodies with the covers. Feeling sleep finally overtake my senses, my eyes fall heavy as his soothing heartbeat lulls me to a fitful slumber.

My dreams takes me to a lush field filled with rows and rows of grape vines. A pair of familiar figures tangled in a passionate embrace as a bottle of opened wine left to the side forgotten. Off into the distance is a house standing proudly at the entrance of the vineyard. It looks absolutely perfect. A place far away from the hustle and bustle of Starfleet. A place far from the dangers that can be found in deep space.

Just as quickly as the image can into my mind, it left with an air of sadness surrounding the grey clouds. Slowly returning back to my quarters on the Enterprise, I grasp the arm that has settled along my waist. Feeling his hard cock pressing into my back, I peak over my shoulder to see that he is waking as well. Turning over so that I am facing him, I lean in to gently kiss him on his cheek. "Where would you take me?"

Pressing his nimble fingers into my hip and pulling me towards him, he groggily asks, "Pardon?"

Throwing my arm around his neck, my eyes flutter as the delectable stir of lust starts to build in the pit of my stomach. Stretching my body along his, I innocently let my thigh graze past his cock. "Last night, you said you wanted to run away together. Where would we go?"

With his arm fastened around my waist, he rolls onto his back and pulls me as well so that I am straddling his hips. Grasping my hips to guide my body up his sculpted body, the tip of his cock presses between my slick folds. Snapping his eyes shut as a rush of emotions overtakes both of our senses, he moans into the dark room, "I always loved Haven, but I wouldn't mind taking you to see La Barre." With his eyes open, a dreamy memory passes through them. "You would fall in love with the picturesque view from our room. The sun coming up along the village, the wind basking in the soft leaves of the vines, the smell of fruit permeating your every senses."

Getting lost in his memories of his home town, an image from my dream floats through my mind. They must be the same place. Leaning down and taking his cheek within my palm, I whisper, "Promise to take me there after our mission."

Getting lost in the calm sea of his eyes, I barely hear him murmur, "I promise."

I smile serenely as the thought of our trip to his home town flutters through my heart.

Lifting himself up, he wraps his arms around my waist and lightly kisses my chest. Shaking myself from my daydream, his lips mark a trail to my nipples. Taking a rosy peak between his warm tongue and his front teeth, he pulls my body towards him so that I take him in the rest of the way.

Sliding my arms around his neck to steady myself, I let my head fall back as I glide back and forth along his hips. "Ohhh, Jean Luc."

-Beep, Beep-

"Lt. Worf to Captain Picard."

Ceasing any and all movement as Worf's growling voice breaks though our climatic moans, Jean Luc steadies my hips as my breast pops out of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he commands, "Go ahead."

"Sir, our shuttle is prepared and ready for takeoff."

Resting his forehead along my chest, he sighs in what sounds like defeat. "Very well. Doctor Crusher and I will meet you there in twenty minutes."

"Very well, Sir. Worf out."

Hearing the soft beep to signal end of the communication, I lift his chin with two of my fingers to gently kiss his cheek. Sweeping my lips along his warm skin, I take in the lobe of his ear with my teeth as I purr, "Lay down, Jean Luc." Leaning out of his embrace, I help him lie down with the simple push of my finger pressing against his chest. Treading my fingers through the hair on his chest, I then begin to rock back and forth along his hips. Closing my eyes as the myriad of emotions course through my veins, I sweep my hands through my hair as my movements become erratic. "Oooh, touch me, Jean Luc."

Plucking my rosy pink buds until they painfully stretch towards his comforting palms, he then grabs my wrists and pulls me down so that our noses are touching, tip to sizzling tip. Lifting his knees, he drives his hips up as he pushes mine down.

Squeezing the sheets as both of our bodies work in concert together, the feel of his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit sends a rush of adrenaline straight to my head. Biting down on my bottom lip, I try to hold back my impending orgasm so that we can both reach it together.

Suddenly gripping my hips to stop both of our movements, he holds me in place as explodes inside me.

Finally letting go myself, a bright light prickles in the back of my mind as a rush of uncontrollable desire sweeps through my veins. Grasping his cheeks, I close the small distance between our lips, oxygen be damned. I need him, all of him. As the rest of my body collapses onto his, his lips allow entrance to my greedy tongue. I am not yet ready to let him go, not with so much uncertainty in our near future.

Sliding his hand down, he playfully squeezes my ass as our tongues wrestle for dominance. Gliding his hand around my neck, his tongue reaches the back of my throat.

Imagining that he was doing that between my legs, I groan as I feel a new wave of slickness slide between our connection. Immediately leaning out of his embrace, I hear him groan as my foot catches the ground. "Come along, Jean Luc. We have to get cleaned up before we leave and I have to say, you are very dirty." Licking my parched lips in anticipation, I turn and make my way towards the bathroom.

Just before I reach the threshold, he calls out, "I love you, Beverly."

Peeking over my shoulder, I see that he is still where I left him, spread eagle and with a just-been-fucked smirk across his face. However, the look in his eyes is what almost brings me to my knees. Despite his cockiness, he's scared of what will happen once we leave this room. Giving him a warm, honey smile, I murmur, "I know. Just remember that you have a promise to keep at the end of this mission." Glancing back into the bathroom, I add with a husky voice, "Now quickly come in before I have to clean my own body by myself." Stepping in, I add over my shoulder, "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

Hearing him clambering off of my bed and into the bathroom, I barely take one foot in under the hot spray when he has me against the wall. "We have a lot of travel time ahead of us. I'm sure they won't mind if we are ten minutes late."

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I mumble into his wet skin, "You better make that twenty."

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Okay, so we were twenty-two minutes late with meeting Worf, but if he had any problem with our tardiness, he never said it. Packing in the rest our gear, we would soon be off.

Just as we left the protective shields of the Enterprise, Jean Luc turned and told us of the mission we were about to embark on.

Metagenics… Jesus…

That was the last thing I was expecting that we would be chasing after.

Now looking back at that precise moment he told us, it was no wonder he thought death was immanent...

It was for all three of us.

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Opening the sink, I try my best to suppress the urge to vomit my breakfast.

The last breakfast I will ever have with Jean Luc...

Clambering over to the toilet, I barely lift the cover before heaving into the bucket. Ignoring the sound of the door closing behind me, my knees slams against the tile floor as I go for round two. The stench in the air hangs heavy as my tired body lies across the toilet seat. Feeling the warmth of a familiar hand caress my shoulder, I murmur restlessly into my arm, "You should have said something."

"I was under direct orders to keep it confidential until we were on our way." Even through the commanding presence of his captain's voice, I can still detect a hint of fear quivering behind it.

He wanted me to run away with him. That should have been my clue, but I was too preoccupied with his words of love and the swift action of his lips along my skin. How was I able to resist? Resistance is futile. Swallowing another round of bile, I croak, "I would have liked to see my son one last time."

Wesley – not only does he lose one parent to Starfleet when he was very young but now he is about to lose another when he is set to graduate from the Academy soon.

Barely lifting my head, I peer over my shoulder and ask, "Is that why you came by early this morning? Is that why you said you loved me? A ruse to feel something before sending all of us to our deaths?"

Taking a cup from one of the drawers, he fills it with water and calmly hands it to me. "I came by because I couldn't sleep."

Sipping the water and swishing it around my mouth, I spit it in the toilet to wash out the remaining pieces of vomit. "And your love?"

Taking the glass and refilling it, he hands it back to me as he says, "My love for you still stands now and forever."

Snorting through my nose, I add under my breath, "Well thanks to the Cardassians, forever will be a lot shorter for us." Taking the water and swallowing it this time, I try not to roll my eyes.

"Maybe not." Sitting on the floor next to me, he captures my limp hand and presses his lips along my knuckles. "Ohh, my love. Forgive me for not having the courage to do this earlier…" He takes a piece of wire from his pocket and wraps it around my left ring finger, "I love you and I'm sorry that most likely after this mission we will not be able to see the fruits of this marriage, but I wanted to go in knowing that my life isn't just a service record. That there is someone who loves me just as much as I love them back."

Oh my God, is he really saying this? "Jean Luc, what-"

Kissing the finger he just wrapped the wire around, he professes, "I, Jean Luc Picard, take you, Beverly Crusher, as my wife, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until the day we are parted by death." Caressing my cheek with the crook of his finger, he shyly looks up at me only to find confusion instead of delight dancing across my features. Pressing his lips together, he nervously pleads, "Say something, anything."

Shaking my head when nothing comes out of my mouth, I look down at the makeshift ring with wonderment. It amazes me that after all this time, I was content with him expressing his love to me with his words. But now with the thought of death imminent within the next few days, I can't help but feel that marriage was what I truly desired as the endgame. However, no one will ever know of our love, of our marriage. Maybe that's where that old adage 'love knows no boundaries' comes from. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I cover his hand with my own and confidently say, "I, Beverly Crusher, take you, Jean Luc Picard, as my husband, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until the day we are parted by death." Sighing into his embrace, I wrap my arms around his waist as his arms circle around my shoulders. I can feel all of the tension between our bodies disappear into nothingness.

Kissing me on my forehead, he whispers, "I'm sorry I won't be able to keep my promise, but we have a few hours until our rendezvous to acquire a new transport. Perhaps we can stay locked away in here."

Glancing at him through my eyelashes, I smile, "I would like that."

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Yup, that's right. Not only did he propose and marry us, but we also had a mini-honeymoon within the span of a few hours on the ground of a puke stained bathroom on the way to our impending deaths in Cardassian territory.

Astonishment doesn't even begin to describe it.

Thinking back, I should have thought about the ramifications of it all, but again, we thought we were going to die in the service of Starfleet. So, I went for it with all of my heart.

For the rest of our time on the way to acquire a more low-key passage to Cardassian territory, we held each other and occasionally kissed. It wasn't until Worf knocked on the door that we had to return back to reality.

Then everything after that was a blur. Meeting Solack, arranging transportation to Celtris Three, combing through the caves, bursting through the door just to find a trap lying in wait for us and then our abrupt departure without Jean Luc.

On the run and hiding from the search party, we overheard one of the soldiers saying that they had who they were looking for. Finding out that the trap was set for him, I knew the Cardassians were not going to kill him right away. Barely escaping to Solock's ship, I told Worf that once we regrouped with the others that we would return for him. Grunting, he ignored me the rest of the trip back. However, the moment we stepped into the conference room, I knew my plans for a rescue mission would be quickly denied. Apparently, our newly, esteemed captain had made a fine mess for us while we were away.

So I waited with baited breath on any and all news that came our way. Then after what felt like an eternity, I received word from Captain Jellico that the Cardassians were transporting Jean Luc over to the Enterprise. To him it was like a cold, piece of fact that anyone and everyone should have known. But to me… He was coming back, alive; maybe not in one piece, but alive. And I was on cloud nine.

He had multiple contusions, sprained wrists, cracked ribs, a mysterious implant just under his clavicle and who-knows the bevy of cocktails injected into his system. He was over dehydrated, malnourished and sleep deprived. I could fix the physical torture marks and Deanna would have to help with the psychological ones, but he was alive.

Yet, the only thing I could think of when the blue transporter beam disappeared was that he was home and safe.

After fixing him up as best as I could, I waited for him to wake. However, before I could get a chance to see him, both Deanna and Will kicked me out of Sickbay and ordered me to rest.

Catching a few hours rest was not enough to prepare for what was going to happen next.

..::..::..::..::..

Stretching as the cover runs down my stomach, I throw off the sheets and step onto the carpet. What a long day. It was a great day, but very long indeed.

Feeling my joints and bones crack back into place, I quickly fling my robe around my shoulders before setting off to make my breakfast. Now that I know that Jean Luc is back and safe on the Enterprise, my stomach growls ravenously for food. "Cup of lemon tea, hot, and a cheese and spinach omelet with tomatoes on the side." After it materializes, I take the warm plate and place it on the table. Just as I am about to sit, someone rings the chime.

Not rushing to open it just yet, I make sure my robe is tied around my waist before granting entrance. Glancing back down on my plate, I pick up my fork and take in a delicious bite. I'm sure it's just Deanna checking on me. "Just to let you know, I have been sleeping this whole time."

"I'm glad to hear that."

The sound of his baritone voice has a forkful of egg frozen in front of my open mouth. I'm sure if I was on the other end of the room, I would find my pose comical. Throwing my fork down with a clank, I can feel the anger rolling through my veins. Knowing full well that he should not be out of Sickbay, I turn to face him with a hand on my hip and a scowl between my brows. "Who the hell discharged you?" Raking my doctor's eyes over his body to try and find any more physical damage, I can't help but notice the dark shadows under his eyes and the gray parlor of his exposed skin. God, he looks like he has been through a wrap nacelle.

He shrugs his shoulders and offhandedly says, "I can be rather convincing."

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, "That's captain speak for you ordered them."

"I don't think they like the current captain and were eager to see me return to duty."

Stepping up to him, I gently shake my head and explain, "Jean Luc, you have just been returned to us after being held captive and tortured. The last place you need to be is on the bridge." Gently laying my hands long his cheek, I am slightly hurt when he pushes away from my touch. Letting my arm fall to my side, I hang my head and murmur, "I'm sorry we left you behind. If you should blame anyone, then I would gladly take it."

Unable to look him in the eyes, I slightly jump when I feel his fingers reach for my necklace. I put the makeshift ring on a simple chain after fusing it together so that I can still wear it. "You are never to blame for what happened to me. I'm glad you and Worf were able to escape. The last place I wanted you to be was at the mercy of the Cardassians. At one point they told me that they had you in a prison cell waiting to interrogate you." Letting the necklace slip through his fingers, he cracks, "The feeling of knowing what they were going to do to you was worse than any torture they could inflict on me."

For a long time, we just stare at each other in silence.

I hate them, I hate them all! The Cardassians, Starfleet, the Ferengi, the whole damn universe.

Breaking my thoughts by grabbing my wrists, he lifts and inspects them, "They held me up by my wrists for days. It was only when they wanted to interrogate me is when they let me down." Kissing the inside of my wrist, he slightly loses focus when he stares down at the carpet. "Why I do it to you for the sake of pleasure is beyond…" His voice trails off.

Ripping my arms out of his reach, I mumble, "Jean Luc, you know-"

"I love you, Beverly." Grasping the ring once more, he pulls it until the necklace snaps off of my neck. "But I think that we should reconsider the thought of marriage."

"What?!"

Stuffing my necklace in his pocket, he looks down as he quickly mutters, "They used you to get to me. I can't have that. I will never put your life in danger just for the sake of possibly knowing strategic spots on a map." The look of pure terror crosses his features as his voice drones on, "You deserve better, better than what I can provide for you."

Grasping and shaking his shoulders, I can't help but yell, "But I don't want anyone else, I want you and only you." Taking a calming breath, I persist, "We took an oath when we joined Starfleet. I know more than anyone the dangers that can follow us, but I'm not going to let that stop me from loving the only person in this damn universe I want to love."

Shrugging out from under my touch, he steps back and scoffs, "I can't. You deserve so much more out of a man's love, more than what I can give you."

This is not him. I know that he has just returned from a horrific experience with the Cardassians, but these words are not his words. The way he is droning on, it's like he has been repeating them over and over in his mind. Despite his recent experience, there is only one person who can put these thoughts in his brain. "Who is she?"

Caught off guard, he asks, "What do you mean?"

Rolling my eyes, I demand, "Who is the bitch who made you think that you are not capable of love?" At his loss of words, it dons on me that he doesn't see Rosalind as the great manipulator I see her for. "She has twisted you into thinking that everyone else deserves love except you. I want to know who she is so that I can punch her in her mouth."

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he takes another step back. "Beverly, knowing who she is won't change my mind."

Are you fucking kidding me? "I can't believe this." Treading my fingers through the knots in my hair, I try to expel my frustration by stalking back and forth between the dining table and my desk. Throwing my hands in the air, I rave, "After how many years and she still has this choke hold over you." Maybe she wants this. Maybe she wants to see our relationship fail so that he can come running back to her dungeon. "No. I won't let this happen. I won't let you give up on us so easily. Not when I know your true feelings. Not when you have made a promise to me." Squinting, I cross my arms along my chest and huff, "The Jean Luc I know, who is honorable and true, would never go back on his promise."

Taking another step back, his head hangs so low that it looks as if it is unhinged. "Maybe I was never the man you thought I was."

Taking step for step with him, I poke my finger into his chest and argue, "I don't believe you. Not for one damn second! If you didn't think you were an honorable man, then you wouldn't have chosen Starfleet as a career."

Chewing the side of his mouth, I know that he is processing all of my words. Proof that he is taking someone else's words into consideration instead of his own feelings. Just when I thought he was going to give up this preposterous argument, he shakes his head and mumbles under his breath, "It won't work."

Just as I see his body about to retreat, my hand darts out to stop him from turning around. "You say that now and you might believe it, but one day you will look back and think how much of an idiot you are being right now. Then you will thank every heavenly being for me not giving up on you so quickly." Letting go, I take a step back and murmur, "So, go ahead Jean Luc. Test your little theory that you will be happier without me; hell, date around, fuck other women, but I assure you, the only person you're going to think of is me." Turning away from him, I walk back to the table that now holds my cold omelet. With each laborious step I take, I pray that he will change his mind and apologize for going back on his promise. However, after hearing the door swiftly open and close, I fall into my seat dejected and alone.


Don't hate me... :(