I do not own Star Trek: TNG (at least not on paper or in the eyes of the law, but in my heart...)

Kirkian Legacy

Shawnay responded to Picard's request with a small nod and a smile. Picard stepped forward, taking her face in his hands drawing her in for another kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, the promise of more, then he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.

It took only a moment to remember that he was not alone in his bed. Picard awoke surrounded by waves of luscious blonde hair arrayed across his pillow and the feel of soft feminine curves pressed against him. Her breathing slow and easy as she slumbered. Every breath that he took filled his senses with her scent, bringing back the memories of the night before: the feel and taste of her skin as they shared their passion, holding her as her body quaked when he claimed her virginity, and their shared explosions of climax.

Letting out a long ragged breath, Picard marveled at the list of firsts that had happened the previous night. He was her first lover, the only man to ever know her intimately. She was his first virgin, he had never met a woman that had saved herself before – it was the first time he'd worked through the need to gently guide a lover to their first orgasm. Picard also realized she was the first woman to share his bed on the Enterprise and the first crew person he ever had a physical relationship with.

In three years as captain, he had always slept alone. He did not bring women into his quarters and did not have relationships with crew members under his command – there was too much to risk should the relationship go badly. Romantic entanglements were saved for vacations and it had been more than two years since his last vacation.

Shawnay turned over curling up comfortably on her side facing away from him. Her position taking up a large portion of the bed, it was obvious she was not used to sharing a bed. Picard lifted quietly from the bed, heading to the bathroom to relieve himself, he knew she would waken soon enough and they would have to talk so he tried not to disturb her rest earlier than necessary. In the light of the bathroom, Picard eyed his naked form, the red stains on his skin, evidence of taking her maidenhead, stood out plainly.

A virgin...an honest to god virgin, he hoped he had not been too demanding. Mentally chiding himself, he remembered being so caught up in the pure rapture of their passion that he had not heeded his inner voice that told in once was enough. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself the company of a woman and even taking her twice had not sated him. The feel of her body responding to him left him wanting more and more, the normal polite and in control Picard had given way to a carnal man, whose only thought was to empty his entire being into her willing embrace.

She had been so very willing, accepting him time and again as they repeated their love dance five times throughout the night. At first very pleased with his performance and the memories, then Picard scolded himself, 'You have to take this seriously, it's not about your ego.'

Picard stared at himself in the mirror and told the reflection, 'You are not an oversexed cadet any more...you are a man, a captain with responsibilities.' Remembering his academy days, when his youthful zeal had been at full peak – he had been something of a rogue, easily giving Riker a run for his money. But during his second year, he had made what he felt was a quality decision to rein in his strong sex drive, not wanting to join the clichéd list of Lothario captains such as James T. Kirk.

Yes he had always known what he wanted and where he was going. To get to the captain's chair he had caged up that part of himself in trade. In the years since the academy, Picard had always managed to keep a separation of his duties and personal life. Along with that separation came his rule to never get in too deep – no long term attachments, he was not a family man. Another rule he held fast to, when he took a lover was he never made love to them more than twice in a night, feelings got too intense if he didn't pull back. He was always careful to not give his lovers the wrong idea or false hope of him developing a 'till death do us part' attachment. But this was different, there was no way around it, and as such Picard found himself on totally unfamiliar ground.

How did this happen? He asked himself. He had acknowledged that he was ready for a change from his normally controlled self, but it was only supposed to have been dinner...maybe in time it would progress to intimacy, after he was sure he could give more, risk more.

What he had instigated was foolish on several levels. What if things didn't work out and they ended badly? There had been no plan for sex, so they had not discussed birth control. What if he got her pregnant? He had no desire to start a family...would she understand his wish or would he just have to accept responsibility for his actions? She had been a virgin, inexperienced with men...could she have just said yes to him only because he was her captain, a man in authority over her? What would she expect now and how would she take it when he staunchly restated his stance on relationships?

He shook his head at the reflection as he dealt with his personal demons. Taking a towel from the shelf Picard turned on the warm water, washed his face, then used it to remove the remains of their fluids from his skin. "What have I done?" he asked his reflection before exiting the bathroom and returning to his bedroom where the beauty slept in his bed.

As Picard pulled a robe from his closet, she began to rouse, slowly sitting up in the center of the bed, either not aware or not caring as the bed sheet slid down her breasts and pooled at her waist. "Good morning," she purred and stretched.

Picard was treated to a view of creamy mounds that stood out firm to greet the day. He felt a tug in his loins and turned back to the closet to grab another robe, then walked over to the bed and sat on its edge and replied, "Good morning, did you sleep well?" and handed her the robe.

With a smile like that of a kid on Christmas day, she nodded and fell backwards throwing her hands and the robe over her head as she said with glee, "I slept wonderfully!"

Picard couldn't help but smile at her genuine joy. His eyes drifted to the movement of her bare breasts as she breathed. Gently he grasped the sheet and positioned it until she was covered and his temptation was removed.

Sitting up on her elbows, Shawnay looked down at what he had pointedly done to cover her nakedness, confused...he'd already seen everything she had, modesty seemed a moot point. Never one to stay in ignorance, she looked up from her covered chest and asked, "We made love several times last night, you've seen every inch of my body. Why did you cover me?"

The question caught him off guard, he had not expected her to be so direct, most women would have quietly taken the hint. "Ummm, how do I say this..."

Shawnay sat all the way up, dropped the sheet, placing her hands on either side of his face, "Okay, no secrets...do you like my breasts?" she asked biting her lower lip truly concerned adding, "I mean I know some men like smaller breasts..."

Suddenly relieved, Picard began to chuckle, she was so naïve and innocent that her concern was that she was inadequate to meet his personal tastes. Picard replied truthfully, still laughing, "No quite the opposite, I am possibly too enamored of your breasts. Its just that I don't normally have naked women in my quarters...it's somewhat distracting."

"Are you sure?," she asked searching his face for the truth of his response, not finding it she grasped his hand in her own and pressed it to a full breast.

As his hand cupped the warm orb, Picard closed his eyes, enjoying the feel, while at the same time knowing that he desperately needed to control himself and not give in to his battle with his urges. "Shawnay," he began.

Her other hand stroked lightly across his chest, coming to rest on his shoulder as she leaned forward, and in a voice full of need, said, "Again please."

His battle lost, Picard opened is eyes, leaned forward to meet her in a passionate kiss as his free hand loosed the robe's belt allowing it to fall from his shoulders. He slid the bed covers back then returned his attentions to massaging her breast, making her moan her need, a need that echoed his own. Picard lifted off the bed long enough to move his body over her, fully committed to taking her again until her moans turned into screams.

"You are going to be the death of me."

"What a way to go, I welcome death."

Still trying to catch his breath, Picard rolled to his back as his body reveled in the bliss they had created, a smile deeply etched on his face. Shawnay rolled over to drape her body across his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, knowing no matter how good he felt or how much he want this, they had to talk and he told her, "We really have to stop long enough to talk," thinking for a moment he added, "and eventually work."

He felt her nod against his chest, then continued, "First, I think we need to talk about birth control. We never spoke of it before, and I hadn't anticipated we would progress so fast..."

Shawnay gently tapped his chest to get his attention, as she shifted her position so she could place her head and shoulder on his chest and look into his eyes. When he turned his head to her, she told him, "I'm safe, I got a contraceptive shot yesterday. I wasn't expecting this to happen yet, either but I wanted to be able to truthfully say to the doctor that I was not in a relationship and only wanted to be prepared – I mean it was my hope and belief that we would get physical eventually, but I'm very happy that it happened last night.

Picard released a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. Relief washed over him at having dodged a bullet. Granted the bullet would have been one he fired at himself but he was grateful just the same that he would not be facing the responsibility of fatherhood.

As Picard digested what she had said, Shawnay quietly traced the lines of his chest and abdominal muscles with her nail, feasting upon the definition of his six pack of sleek muscles. Picard's body was muscular but lean, classically termed a swimmer's physique. The beguiling uniforms did not hint at the power held within his form, but a night and morning spent beneath him had given her a unique familiarity with both his virility and stamina.

She toyed with his nipple with her nail and smiled when he squirmed, placing his hand on hers, sliding them both to rest on his stomach, trying to dissuade her from her course of action, saying, "Shawnay there's more we need to talk about focus."

Her smile became truly devilish as she gently kissed his nipple and watched it harden in response to her touch. "Hmmm, I never knew a male's nipples were sensitive," she stated plainly.

"What," Picard asked now curious at her observation, "did you think would happen if you toyed with it?"

"I don't know, I never really thought about it. This is the first time I've touched a man's nipple," Shawnay stated matter-of-factly as she rolled her body on top Picard's until they were nose to nose, "but I hope its not the last time."

Lacing his fingers through her golden mane, Picard smiled as he answered, "Definitely not," before capturing her mouth in a kiss.

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