He had come up behind her and slowly slid off her robe as she was sitting on the ledge, filling the bathtub. A gentle skim of his hand down her hip, the feel of fingers gently pulling back her hair to expose her neck, gentle kisses along her spine…ah, his touches. She had always enjoyed the guilty pleasure of his hands on her; being naked as he touched her was so much better.
Carefully, she tested the water, then slid into the tub with a quiet hiss. He joined her a moment later, his own robe discarded on the floor. He eased into the other end of the tub, bright eyes watching her for some instruction. So she lifted up the padd and began to read, a smile flitting across her face. After a moment, he settled down, stretched out, and his feet touched hers. He laid there in the water with an amused glint in his eyes, watching her.
His focus was disorienting, but she refused to stop. She had to finish this reading, keep reviewing these reports, because what if she could have taken action in that moment? But as she got to the end, it became obvious that she couldn't do a thing until she was at Medical. The anomalies acting as conduits to other universes were seemingly random, and she needed a larger sample of subjects to test for side effects, and the equipment to do so.
She often read in the tub. It was new to have invited someone else to join her. And as she read, she could feel his attention on her. Waiting deliberately there at the other end of the tub, patiently biding his time until she opened up to him. It was a reflection of their entire relationship.
So when she put the padd down on the ledge and stretched out her legs, letting her toes trail up his ankle to rest on his knees, she knew that she was lowering the barrier. The sensation of his thumb tracing circles against the side of her calf made things tighten low her in stomach. She watched as he sat up, water sliding down his chest (a very nice chest, dusted with a fine covering of hair, a chest she had appreciated over the years whens he had put him back together), then moved over her, arms on either side of her. She looked up at him as he lowered his head and kissed her.
His kiss was barely restrained. She didn't want restrained, confined. She needed him to help her block out the fact that the Federation was intruding on their time together, after they had waited entirely too long to push aside their fears. She reached up and gripped his shoulders, pulling him down. And she laid there under him, the water spilling over the side of the tub in waves, as his body pressed against hers and the length of him trapped between them, hard and insistent.
With a quiet groan, he pulled back, brushing bubbles off of her breasts, making her hiss in appreciation at the graze of his fingers. "Bed," he murmured. "I need you in the bed. Now." He stood and reached for a towel, helping her up. The air was cool, refreshing, and he wrapped the towel around her, reached for one for himself, and led her out of the tub, out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He spoke over his shoulder.
"I'd carry you, but if I fell, I'd never hear the end of it." She burst into laughter at his dry words, still gripping the towel between her breasts.
"But then again, I'd give up anything for you, Beverly. Anything." And he turned around, leaned forward and kissed her.
This time, it wasn't restrained at all. His hand pulled apart her towel and he grabbed her, pressing her against him. She could feel the length of him against her stomach, hard and promising.
They fit together so well. She eased into the lovemaking, appreciating the time he took to make her slick, wet, ready for him. It was still snug, though, even after he eased in. Deliciously tight. And now, he was maintaining this deliberate pace, gazing down at her like he was memorizing her expression. She was holding onto his shoulders, meeting his thrusts, needing more.
"Jean-Luc, I need more. I need you." His eyes flashed, and in response he grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head in a startlingly smooth move and began to quicken his pace, curving just so, and she smiled up at him in joy.
They fit perfectly together.
He watched as she ate, the robe sliding down her shoulder as she raised her coffee mug for another sip. When they were on Earth, he would need to institute breakfasts sans clothing.
She caught his gaze with an impish smile, making him laugh under his breath. It was good to see her utterly relaxed and content around him.
He was going to miss her desperately.
With a sigh, he looked back at her and saw that she too had sobered. "Would you like to take a walk? It looks lovely out there," she said, nodding at the window.