Picard's Big Night

A Fanfic by Izzy-the-Warrioress

Picard gazed across the table at Dr. Crusher. There she was, his, finally; after so many years of waiting. "Thank you," she said.
"Thank you?" Picard asked. He looked deep into her eyes. "For what, Beverly?" Beverly smiled. "For spending this time with me, Jean-Luc. You wouldn't believe how much I wanted you. How hard it was to consent to just having tea every morning."
The two were unwilling to move their eyes. "Beverly. I."
"Have some more of the chicken, Jean-Luc," Beverly said seductively. "Don't forget to eat your vegetables."
It had been so long. so long. he had waited for much too long. "Mmm. Delicious," he murmured. He leaned across the table, toward her. He wanted to be as close to her as he could.
Scratch, scratch, he heard. A strange sound coming from. the closet? Picard turned away from Dr. Crusher, albeit reluctantly. Dr. Crusher saw this. "Oh, don't mind that. It's probably Data's cat. He finds his way in there every so often," she said. "Shut up, cat." The cat shut up. Beverly returned to Picard. "You know, I thought you hated broccoli."
Picard smiled, and turned away from the closet door. His eyes returned to hers. "Not when you cook it." Picard placed his hands upon hers. Dr. Crusher held them tightly. So warm. her hands were so warm. So comforting and inviting. He had always loved her hands, her hair; her hair wanted to be touched. He reached out and did so, cherishing every moment of it. Beverly drew him closer.
And her lips; her lips were what he loved, desired most of all. He stood up, walked towards her, moved his chair to sit beside her. She held his face in her hands; Picard, hesitating this time, put his arms around her. She was what he wanted. Finally, after so long, he kissed her full on the lips. Passionately.
There was a bright flash of light. Picard opened his eyes, to see.
Picard thrust himself away. "Q!"
"Jean-Luc," Q replied, still using Dr. Crusher's voice. He didn't let go of Picard; on the contrary, he pulled him into another kiss. "You're such a good kisser."
Picard struggled, and Q finally let go. Whoever was in the closet started scratching again. "Thank you for the magical evening," Q said. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me?"
"Q. To think that you would-" Picard began to say. Q had left. The closet door opened, and Dr. Crusher (bound and gagged) fell to the floor. She squirmed around and looked up at Picard; her face was full of anger beyond anger. "Uh, hello Beverly," Picard said.

NOTES: Not too bad? I ain't too great at romances. Aaah. Q and Picard, don't they make a lovely pair?