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Kirkian Legacy

Stardate 42578.0

Six hours later, Lieutenant Kirk left the bridge to return to her quarters, having completed the equivalent of a double shift due to the early arrival of the Romulan ship. She was so tired that she'd forgotten how she was attired and had rolled her shoulders to relieve the built up tension. From around the bridge, she heard various gasps and throats clearing, that reminded her of her very visible cleavage.

She stepped into the bathroom to run a bath, she needed to soothe her nerves, frustrated by the fact that the captain's schedule would not be clearing up any time soon if today's events were any clue. She wondered if she should just stop hoping. As she removed her shoes, the door sounded.

She stalked bare-footed back to the living area and told the door, "Please go away! I'm not looking for a date or company!"

"Computer, play 'The Messenger', volume 6," she ordered quickly then plopped on the couch with her head in her hands, letting the music block out any noise coming from the door.

The door sounded again...hadn't they heard her? "GO AWAY!!" lifting her head, she yelled again in response.

Captain Picard stood outside Shawnay's cabin perplexed at her orders to leave...what had he done? Would she give him a chance to make amends?

Taking a deep breath and his career in his hands, Picard made a decision, "Computer: security override door personal residence Lieutenant Kirk, authorization Picard."

The door slid open immediately at his command, bringing the very startled young woman into view sitting on a couch while loud music poured into the corridor.

Remaining in the corridor, Picard said, "Computer, discontinue music." Then he asked, "May I come in?"

Dumbfounded, Shawnay nodded and rose slowly as Picard entered and the door closed.

"I apologize for being so forward...could you please tell me what I've done for you to not want to see me...I know I've been very busy...and I apologize that I haven't been able to see you this past we-."

Shawnay rushed to Picard pressing her lips to his kissing him desperately, cutting off his words.

Picard returned her kiss wrapping his arms around her, molding her soft curves to the planes of his body. Even as they were locked in their embrace, Shawnay's body was wracked with shudders of emotion, crying into his mouth.

Gently, Picard pulled her away, brushing her hair out of her face and touching her face where tears streamed down her cheek. "Please don't cry," he said to her softly as he guided her to the couch, settling besides her. Patiently Picard waited for Shawnay to be able to speak.

Words came back to her slowly as she stared into Picard's eyes, "It wasn't a dream. You're really here...with me." Touching his face, she wanted to remember every inch.

"Well, I think that means you're happy to see me," he said with an impish grin, "the way you told me to go when I was at the door had me worried."

Her eyes grew wide and round then her hand flew to her mouth as she remembered what she'd done. Picard laughed at the look he was becoming very familiar with. Teasingly, "You do seem to have a knack for giving me a piece of your mind. What did I do this time?"

Using the backs of her hands to wipe away tears, Shawnay cast her eyes down and replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry! It's just that twice this week I've been visited with 'offers' of companionship.

"Oh really...do tell," encouraged Picard.

Taking a deep breath, Shawnay related a summary of her visits, "The first time, I made the mistake of opening the door and almost had to geld Mr. Lito to get him out. The second time Lieutenant Evers came by under the pretense of an engineering related question, then he asked to use my bathroom and came out naked, I broke his nose...Some of the crewmen are crazy, did you know that?

"No, but I'm beginning to see," said Picard, filing away the information for later. He would definitely be doing something about the actions of those two crewmen.

"Anyway since you hadn't contacted me I assumed it was just another Casanova at my door. I didn't mean to be harsh with you. I wanted to see you."

Picard pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her, "me too," he replied.

They sat there, snuggled together talking softly for hours, until finally Picard pulled away saying, "I should leave now...there's still so much to do for the mission."

Shawnay nodded her head and replied, "Yes of course," as Picard headed to the door.

Just before reaching the door he turned and asked, "Would you join me for dinner tomorrow in my quarters?"

At his words, Shawnay's countenance brightened immediately and a quick, "Yes" escaped her lips.

"Ah, very good then...shall we say about 2000?"

"Yes, that will be fine, I'll see you tomorrow," she replied as Picard turned and exited.

Stardate 42579.7

Shawnay's shift ended at 1600, so she had several hours to kill before her much anticipated date with the captain. As she at a lite but late lunch, she realized that there was something she needed to do. Tapped her comm badge lightly, then said, "Lieutenant Kirk to Doctor Crusher."

"Crusher here, go ahead lieutenant."

Breathing deeply, Shawnay steeled her nerves and forged forward, "Doctor, do you have some free time? I'd like to discuss birth control options."

"If you'd like to stop by now, I have time," replied the doctor in a calming tone.

"Thank you. I'm on my way. Kirk out."

It was only a dinner date, but Kirk was sure of her feelings for him. She knew that she wanted him...to be with him and all that that meant. Sooner or later she would need to broach this issue so why not now while she had idle time to kill.

At five minutes after 2000, the door signaled Lieutenant Kirk's arrival. Picard opened the door to be greeted by a vision of loveliness. Shawnay entered wearing a green and gold strapless dress that paid due homage to her ample breasts. The material was silky and soft stopping just above her knees floating easily along the curves of her hips.

Picard greeted her with a kiss, enjoying the taste of her lips. He was attired for a leisurely evening, a simple brown pull over and slacks, but with his bearing and confidence the simple outfit was extremely taking. When the kiss ended, Picard guided her to a seat on his settee. His deep voice, rolled across her skin like the warmest touch as he said, "Thank you for joining me. Dinner is not quite ready yet, would you like a glass of wine while we wait?"

Picard served Shawnay a deliciously smooth and sweet pinot grigio, a real wine, not the usual synthohol enjoyed on ship. Before she could finish her first glass, dinner was ready and Picard escorted Shawnay into the dining area with an ornately set table. Shawnay was pleasantly surprised as she surveyed the four course meal arrayed on the table, consisting of shrimp cocktail, perfectly seared filet mignon steaks with baked potato and salad, and a mystery dessert that Picard kept hidden under a silver cover.

Picard seated Shawnay and refreshed her wine then stepped out of the room to return with a basket of piping hot fresh bread sticks which he offered to her then set in the middle of the table.

As Picard filled his own wine glass and took his seat, Shawnay, remarked, "This all looks wonderful."

"Thank you," Picard said as he lifted his glass in a toast, "to my enchanting and beautiful dinner guest."

"Why Jean-Luc," Shawnay replied with a coy smile, " and thank you for inviting me."

The pair enjoyed a sumptuous dinner and engaging conversation, discussing music, archeology, and art. All too soon they finished the main courses and were too full for dessert. Picard suggest they move to the living area with coffee and allow the meal to settle to make room for the mystery dish. Shawnay was amenable to his suggestion, adding one small requirement: that they read a book together as they relaxed. Picard heartily agreed to her counter offer.

Picard carried the tray with their drinks to the coffee table while Shawnay studied his collection to chose a tome for them to share. "Do you take cream or sugar?"

"Two sugars and lots of cream please," responded Shawnay as she looked for a suitable book to share. Then she walked to the couch where Picard was seated, handed him the book and sat down beside him. As she reached for her coffee, Shawnay took a second to look at the soft brown couch, then she placed her hands on the edge of the seat, removed her shoes and gracefully slide to a seated position on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

Picard asked as he watched her settle her lithe form, folding her legs beneath her and smoothing her dress, remaining the vision of a perfect lady. She held her coffee in her left hand then she twisted just enough so that her right elbow rested gently on the seat, just barely rubbing against Picard's thigh. Her new position was still sat beside him, just on the floor. "Is something wrong?," he asked with a quizzical look.

"Oh no, I hope you don't mind, sometimes I like to curl up while I read. I just wanted to get comfortable and thought that sitting on the floor would be better than putting my feet on your lovely couch."

Somewhat dumbfounded, Picard, said, "That's really not necessary, please make yourself at home." In truth, he did not want the distance between them after their shared experience on Torrian, it just felt like she should be nearer, close enough to feel. But not wanting to rush her, he leaned back opened the book and began reading.

Shawnay slowly sipped her coffee and listened to the robust timbre of Picard's voice. Staring at his handsome form, she was lost in the moment. Picard had a twinkle to his eyes that she wanted to spend every minute of every day staring into, as her eyes traced the shape of his shoulders and chest she felt her stomach flutter – he was everything she wanted, the distance between them was an eternity. Setting down her cup, Shawnay lifted herself back onto the couch settling beside Picard.

Looking up and pausing, Picard had been wondering if she was enjoying herself, self-conscious and feeling like a teenager on his first date he was at a loss, not quite knowing how to behave around the flaxen beauty. His fears were calmed as she closed the space between them. Ever so slowly, Shawnay scooted back until she could press her side to his chest, boldly moving his arm around her and laying her head on Picard's chest and snuggling close, releasing a sigh, "That's much more comfortable," she said looking up at him.

Even as his whole being became hyper aware and alert, Picard had to agree, "Yes, definitely," as he dropped his head, his lips meeting hers as they traded warmth. Picard moved the book to the side and gripped her tightly in a heated embrace as the kiss deepened and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth.

The couple would have continued kissing until their next call for duty if the two hour timer Picard had set for the dessert had not gone off. At the sound they both pulled away smiling. Picard asked, "Are you ready for dessert?"

Curious, Shawnay shook her head enthusiastically as they sat up and separated. Her swollen and well kissed lips missed their mates immediately, but she consoled herself with the view of his firm butt as he led her back into the dining room.

As she followed, Shawnay remarked, "I'm so curious, I never would have guessed that you cooked."

"In truth, I don't really 'cook', but I know how to work a food slot for most things – its a requirement for a single man in Starfleet. But I do have a few hidden talents," Picard said as he removed the top off the dessert, revealing a steaming pan of small round pastries that had some type of filling in a spiral pattern. On the side of the the pan was a dish of some white substance also heated.

"Being French, I hold some small skills at baking, a gift from my mother. These and the bread sticks I actually made," he revealed as he placed pastries on a plate.

As the aroma filled the room, Shawnay moaned an appreciative, 'mmmm', then asked, "What do you call it?'

Surprised, Picard remembered that Shawnay had not grown up on Earth, then explained, "They're called cinnamon rolls. A guilty pleasure known to many cultures on Earth."

"Cinnamon...is that the heavenly smell?"

"Yes, it tempts and pleases both the nose and taste buds. Many other cultures add the icing as soon as the rolls are removed from the oven, but that method means you don't get to taste the icing as an equal partner of the dish. I serve them in a very traditional French fashion: the rolls kept warm adding the icing just before eating. Truly its better when the frosting is warm and flowing across the roll."

As he picked up two plates to carry back to the living area, intrigued, Shawnay stood looking at the tray and asked, "May I taste the icing."

"By all means, help yourself."

Dipping her finger into the thick substance, Shawnay let out a small cry not expecting the heat and burn that the icing could inflict. Shaking her hand to remove the icing was not working. From behind her, Picard quickly took her hand. He blew on the icing once then guided her finger into his mouth and sucked the icing off.

Shawnay's discomfort was gone instantly, instead it was replaced by a deep clenching in the pit of her stomach at the feel of his mouth on her finger.

"Perhaps I should have explained more about the icing," Picard said after removing her finger from his mouth still holding her hand. "It starts off hot, cools quickly but remains very sticky. And it is delicious."

"Um and the sucking?"

"The best and most enjoyable way to handle an icing burn, just ask any earth child." Picard said smiling against her skin as he gently nuzzled her bare neck.

"Well thank you, it feels much...better," turning her head to give him better access to her throat. "Umm... how do you eat cinnamon rolls without injury?", Shawnay inquired in a voice that quivered in time with her weakening knees.

"Why don't I show you...," Picard lifted a roll out of the pan and dipped it into the icing, bringing it to Shawnay's face, he instructed: "Blow."

Shawnay pursed her lips and blew, when she finished she opened her mouth expecting Picard to feed her the treat. Instead with his free hand, Picard swept her hair off her neck and shoulder, then whispered in her ear, "That's good, but...I think it works better if you do it like this..."

Starting at her ear, Picard softly swept the treat along the side of her neck to the apex of her shoulder letting the sticky topping and its warmth glaze her skin. A shiver slid up her spine as the frosting topped her pulse point. Picard moved his mouth to her shoulder and began gently licking his way up to her throat, eliciting a moan. Then he brought the treat to her mouth and said, "Bite."

As she partook of the heavenly dessert her senses were overloaded by the explosion of cinnamon in her mouth and Jean-Luc's nibble on her ear. Releasing her ear, Picard asked, "Do you like it?," his voice heavy with desire, his hand moving to her hair luxuriating in the gold strands.

"Yes," she answered breathily.

Picard smiled and pulled another of the petite rolls, dipping it in the icing. This time he traced frosting across her bare back, flowing a trail up her spine to the base of her neck. As he moved the treat along her skin, Shawnay could not hold in the sound of her pleasure, her breath escaping in a hiss of passion. Picard smiled as he watched Shawnay shiver at his touch, his mouth watering as he bent closer and cleaned her skin with his tongue.

She had called the smell of the cinnamon heavenly, but Picard thought to himself as he tasted her skin, that her smell, the smell of an aroused woman was the true heaven to be found that evening. The deep brogue of his voice making his desire evident as he said, "It can be a little difficult if it spills on skin, sometimes you have to lick and suck intensely to remove it, because its so sticky." Retracing his path, Picard renewed his attentions to her skin and mumbled, "I should make sure its all gone."

"Mmmm," Shawnay moaned as she turned in Picard's arms to greet him in another passionate kiss. Encircling him with her arms she gripped his shoulders with her nails, pressing herself firmly to the muscled planes of his chest.

"Data to Captain Picard," the communication system sounded.

Releasing from their embrace, Picard cleared his throat then answered, "Picard here, go ahead Mr. Data."

"We've just received a message from the Romulans a new breakout of the Jadian Fever has broken out on their prime world. They are ready to comply with all of our requirements and take possession of the vaccine as soon as possible. They estimate that they will be ready for the trade in thirty hours."

"Thank you Mr. Data. Please relay this information to Starfleet. Notify me if the situation changes."

"Aye sir."

"Picard out."

Stepping back, the moment lost, Shawnay smoothed her dress and said in a low voice, "I should probably leave now, it's late and you will have a busy day overseeing the mission."

As she turned to leave Picard laid his hand on her arm and said, "I don't want you to go." Pressing himself to her, he whispered in her ear, "Please stay."