Captain Jean-Luc Picard sank down on the sofa in his quarters with glass of white wine in hand. "Computer, initiate log entry," he commanded to the terminal that sat on the corner of his desk a few feet away. "Captain's log, stardate 48907.8. At – "
"I thought you were finished for the evening," a voice called from the bedroom.
"Computer, pause," Jean-Luc said. Raising his voice to carry across the room he replied, "I'm just finishing my last report and then I'll join you."
There was no answer.
"Computer, resume," the captain instructed. "At 1750 hours today we completed our radio-spectrographic survey of the four planets within the solar system orbiting Exterra. Long range scans taken by the USS Einstein last year had indicated the possible presence of heavy atomic weight signatures of buradiom, which warranted further study."
As he paused to take a sip of wine Beverly Crusher strolled from the bedroom and sat down next to him, their knees touching. She was dressed in a loose green robe that complemented her skin tone and set off the fire of her flaming auburn hair. Slipping the glass from his hand she took a swallow and then set it down on the table. A smile danced in her sparkling blue eyes.
Jean-Luc returned her smile warmly as he continued his report, gamely trying to ignore the distraction of her presence as she leaned towards him. The warm, lingering kiss to the back of his left hand sent sparks shooting through his abdomen.
"However, our analyses were unable to detect more than trace amounts of buradiom particles within the Exterra system, either on the surface of the planets or within the interplanetary space. Therefore I am going to recommend –" he broke off as Beverly brushed her lips across each one of his knuckles in turn. "To recommend –"
Another kiss, this time to the thin web of skin between thumb and forefinger.
"That, uh…"
She slid his index finger into her mouth. "To, um…Beverly," he chided, his voice suddenly low and much huskier than it had been a moment before.
Her eyebrows rose in studied nonchalance. "Mmm?" she murmured innocently around his finger without releasing her hold.
He bit back a moan at the unexpectedly erotic feel of her tongue sliding over his sensitive fingertip. Held out for a few more heartbeats and then finally turned to face his tormentor. "You're incorrigible," he managed.
Even the slow shake of her head, without taking her eyes from his, was sensual and provocative to the beleaguered captain. "No," she replied throatily as she let his finger slide from her mouth and rubbed her palm lightly over his, "Just happy."
He sighed, feigning a reluctance that he knew didn't fool her for an instant. "Computer, pause entry."
He turned towards his lover and used his free hand to brush back the soft fine hairs that framed her face. Slowly and with exquisite tenderness he settled his palm against her cheek and began to caress the soft skin around her mouth. He took his time parting her full red lips with the pad of his thumb.
With a growl of impatience Beverly let go of his hand and pulled him towards her into a kiss, then pressed him backward onto the cushions to more fully claim his mouth. Her lips lifted from his long enough to softly add, "Very happy."
The log entry remained unfinished until morning.
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