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Chapter Eleven

Jean-Luc grimaced as the door shut behind Will; he and Deanna were doing a lousy job of keeping their Friendly Fire agreement secret and, of course, the two people who had found out were the two they most wanted to hide it from. Well, Beverley was anyway, he didn't know any more how Deanna felt about Will. Will had clearly been very upset but for no good reason that Jean-Luc could see; he'd had eight years to re-kindle his romance with Deanna but hadn't, so what Deanna did was none of his business any more. Jean-Luc sighed and reached for his comm badge but aborted the motion before he'd activated it,

'Computer, where is Counsellor Troi?'

'Counsellor Troi is in her quarters.'

'Is anyone else present.'

'Negative, Counsellor Troi is alone.'

Jean-Luc tapped his comm badge,

'Picard to Troi.'

'Troi here, Captain.'

'Deanna, Will knows about our Friendly Fire agreement.'

There was a pause before Deanna said,

'Understood.'

Jean-Luc hesitated, wondering whether or not to tell her about Will's accusation of abuse, but decided that there was no need. Instead, he said,

'He saw me touch your back and shoulders earlier. I'm afraid I wasn't being professional.'

'No, but I didn't stop you either. We both need to remember that we aren't on leave any more.'

'Yes.'

Jean-Luc considered telling her how upset Will was but decided against it; why should Deanna feel responsible for Will's emotions? She had enough of other people's emotions in her professional life. As he hesitated, Deanna said,

'Good night, Sir.'

'Good night, Counsellor.'

Jean-Luc terminated the connection and sat down at his desk, intending to work, but found himself unable to concentrate. The confrontation with Will had upset him and he decided to go and read in his quarters instead.

Several hours later, having eaten and read the first act of Othello, Jean-Luc decided to get ready for bed. He was still slightly concerned about Will but had come to the conclusion that, in the end, it was only Deanna's opinion that mattered as far as their Friendly Fire agreement was concerned. As long as she was happy with it, it was no one else's business. Thinking about Deanna, brought more enjoyable memories to the surface and he found himself becoming aroused. Undressing, he lay on the bed and moved his hand lazily as he thought of Deanna and their last night on Ydea…

Deanna was dozing off when she felt a familiar mind reaching towards hers. Sleepily, she lowered her shields slightly, to see who it was, and shuddered with pleasure as Jean-Luc's arousal soared through her body. Groaning, she let her hands move along her body as the connection deepened. Thinking of Jean-Luc, Deanna found her mind going to their last night on Ydea…

Deanna had read about an interesting old Earth sexual ritual and had decided to see if Jean-Luc enjoyed it. She'd waited until he was sat on the sofa in her room, reading. She had gone over to the sofa and smiled at him. He had put his book down and stood to pull her into his arms for a tender kiss. Deanna had melted under his lips and she had happily allowed him to deepen the kiss. When he would have undone her dress, she had gently pushed his hands away, saying,

'There's something I'd like to try.'

'Oh?'

'Wait there and close your eyes.'

Jean-Luc had obediently sat back down on the sofa with his eyes closed and Deanna had hurried to the wardrobe to get out some more clothes and put them on. Dressing quickly, she grabbed a handful of hairpins and put her hair up into a messy bun. She could feel Jean-Luc's curiosity building but he kept his eyes closed. Finished, she stood in front of him and said,

'You can open your eyes now.'

Jean-Luc opened his eyes and Deanna could sense his disappointment at finding her fully dressed. Smiling mischievously, she touched a button on the bedside console and music started playing. She had decided on a modern interpretation of a jazz song, provocative and sensual with upbeat lyrics. Deanna started dancing, moving away from him, to give herself room. She danced for a few seconds and then slowly moved her hands up to her hair and removed the pins holding her hair in place. As her hair cascaded down her back she walked over to Jean-Luc, ran her hand across his shoulders and dropped the hairpins in his lap. She felt the surge of excitement as he reacted to her touch. He reached for her but she evaded his hands and moved away. Next, Deanna very slowly unfastened her jacket and swaying sensually to the beat, slid it off her shoulders and tossed it into Jean-Luc's lap. Jean-Luc's curiosity had given way to desire and she opened her mind fully to his, reflecting both their desire back to him, forming a feedback loop.
Her cardigan was next. She'd found a retro-styled one, with buttons, and she took her time, fiddling with the buttons before slowly sliding them out of their holes, one at a time. By the time she threw it at him, Jean-Luc was visibly aroused, holding himself in his seat by force of will alone. Deanna reached for the fastening on her dress, hands shaking as their empathic connection sent her arousal spiralling upwards. Turning her back on Jean-Luc, she slid her dress off her shoulders and let it slip past her shoulder blades. Dimly, she heard Jean-Luc's breathing speed up but by then she was only vaguely aware of ordinary things; her whole mind was consumed with lust, his and hers. She let the dress slip to the floor and turned to face Jean-Luc again. Making eye contact with him, she slowly ran her hands up from her waist to her breasts, caressing them briefly before reaching round to undo her bra. She felt Jean-Luc's self-control snap a split second before his hands were on her breasts, scratching across them as his mouth reached for hers. They kissed passionately and Jean-Luc backed her against the wall, pinning her in place so he could pinch her nipples and grind against her whilst continuing to plunder her mouth. That small amount of contact was enough to send Deanna over the edge, screaming into his mouth. By the time she was aware again, Jean-Luc was sliding her panties down her legs, reaching round to cup her buttocks and pull her to him. Deanna stepped out of her panties and reached between them to yank his shirt open. They kissed again and Jean-Luc ran his hand across her lower back, scratching gently until he found the right spot, the spot that made her writhe helplessly against his hand, desperately seeking more contact. He pushed the pad of his finger firmly inwards and she gasped with pleasure, holding on to his shoulders for support as her knees turned to jelly. Holding her up, Jean-Luc moved them over to the bed and then lifted her so she was lying face down on the bed. Turning her head, Deanna watched as he rapidly took off his clothes and joined her on the bed. Jean-Luc straddled her hips and continued his exploration of her lower back, soon finding a second erogenous zone, almost as sensitive as the first, using one hand on each spot, alternately scratching and pressing. Deanna climaxed again, the combined pleasure from his hands and mind sending her soaring into an intense climax. Jean-Luc turned her gently on to her back and began to nibble and suck her skin, starting at her collarbones and moving slowly downwards, spending several minutes on each breast before moving downwards again. By the time he reached her centre, Deanna was whimpering mindlessly and a single touch of his tongue was all that was needed to make her climax again.
This time, when she came down from her high, Deanna could sense that Jean-Luc's arousal had become uncomfortable. Taking control, she pushed him into the centre of the bed and got him to lie on his back. Impaling herself, she rode him frantically until they both climaxed.
Sweaty and sated, she'd asked,

'Did you like my striptease?'

Almost asleep, he'd replied in French, and she'd had to wait for the Universal Translator to translate,

'The sexiest thing I have ever seen.'

In their separate beds, Jean-Luc and Deanna both climaxed at the same time before falling into a deep and restful sleep.

The following morning, Deanna awoke feeling content and satisfied. It wasn't until several minutes had passed that she realised that it was not only her own emotions that she was feeling. Pulling her mind away from Jean-Luc's she realised that staying professional was going to be harder than she'd thought.

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