Having nothing to do and nowhere to be is truly an enticing reality. I don't think I've ever spent this long in bed with another person – not even on my honeymoon. And trust me when I say that we have not been sleeping.

I can't seem to get enough of Jean Luc and luckily he feels the same way about me. I love the way that his hands and his mouth worship my body. I love that he finds me enticing, sexy, and exciting. I love that even though he sees my flaws, he loves them and sees them as beauties rather than scars.

There's no one making demands on our time. There are no calls from the bridge. Our quarters aren't being shaken at 0300 due to heavy weapons fire from hostile enemies. It's as close to bliss as I've come in a while.

"Jean Luc!" I exclaim. He's absolutely got to stop doing whatever magic it is that he's doing with his hands or I swear that I'll never make it out of bed – ever.

"Shhhh!" He whispers before his mouth descends. He's made me laugh and now he's kissing me. It's such a strange sensation. His body completely covers mine and I can tell what's coming next. Unh uh, not this time. He's not getting the upper hand! I push him off of me, landing him flat on his back as I quickly climb on top of him. I balance myself over his arousal and assert my dominance. He cries out as he comes in contact with the center of my heat. It's got to be the fiftieth time we've done this, but I love looking at him while he's caught in the throes of passion. The lines on his face relax and he is completely caught up in rapture.

We move together in counterpoint rushing towards our climax. Out of nowhere an orgasm rips through me. I let go of his hands and throw my head back, yelling his name. He keeps moving towards his own release and another orgasm rocks my body. I'm shaking as I fall into him. He catches my shoulders and eases me down onto his chest, "if we…keep…this up…" I can barely breath, "… you're going to get me knocked up…and…" I take a gulp of air, "then some".

He chuckles and kisses my shoulder, "I fully intend to."

It's customary that all personnel on a starship are given fertility suppressants. Only in special cases, as with married couples, are those suppressants allowed to be reversed. However, now that we're no longer on the Enterprise, I suppressed the boosters. I want to get pregnant as soon as possible. Jean Luc and are by no means young at this stage and we want to get started on this family. I had Wes in my early 20s. Now he's nearly 23 years old. By the time our children are 24, Jean Luc and I will be in our late 60s/early 70s. It's not too much of a problem, really. Modern medicine is now able to extend the human lifespan well into the 100s. But truly, we're just impatient.

"Jean Luc?"

He looks at me, still breathing heavily, "yes?"

"I'm hungry."

He laughs, "Some things never change". And with that we're out of bed and heading towards the small kitchen.

"What do you want?" he looks up from the replicator.

"Anything. Surprise me." I say over my shoulder as I walk over to the console in my living room. Activating it, I log on and quickly contact an old friend from the academy. I remember her clearly. Her name is Hope Durnsley. She and I studied for a few exobiology tests together. She was truly a lovely girl. While my other classmates were cut throat in getting to the top, Hope was always helpful to her fellow peers but she never let herself get taken advantage of. I know for a fact that she was not top in the class, but she was very happy and well balanced. When I met her a few years back at our class reunion I learned that she had left Starfleet and was working as a general practitioner in Seattle. She gave me her contact information and I always kept it. When Jean Luc and I resigned, I immediately thought of her. I remember her saying: "we always need good people if you're ever thinking about a change". Maybe I would get lucky and she would need an associate or a partner or at least she'd know of someone who would.

I feel a kiss on my neck, "what are you up to?" A bowl of my favourite vegetable soup makes its way in front of me.

I smile, "Jean Luc! My favourite!"

"So, what are you up to?"

"Well," I take a bite, "I just contacted an old classmate from the academy. I want to see if she needs an associate." Even though it's replicated, the soup is still quite good. And Jean Luc didn't skimp on the butter and the rolls – my favourite accompaniment to Nana's soup.

"She's not longer in Starfleet either?" He manages after taking a bite.

"No. She left a long time ago."

"How come?"

"I don't think she was happy. She was bright and driven, but I don't think she liked the rigidity of Starfleet. She was a bit of a free spirit."

"Mmmhhh," he nods in acknowledgement as he takes another bite of soup.

I'm not worried about Jean Luc finding a position. He's not only famous within the walls of Starfleet, you know. He looks up from his food, "I've already gotten 4 offers from various universities for emeritus positions." He smiles in satisfaction.

"Jean Luc! Why didn't you tell me?!" This is indeed wonderful news.

He smiles like a kid caught in the candy jar, "I forgot. Really, Beverly, in all of the hullaballoo of telling the staff and then resigning there was no time to tell you. I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Jean Luc, I'm so happy. Where did you get the offers from?"

"Well the morning after I proposed to you, I went back to my quarters and I contacted Professor Galen's old associate to see if he could send out a few feelers for me with his colleagues in the field. And then, when I checked the console that afternoon, he had provided me with several contacts. So, during a quiet stretch on the bridge I retired to my ready room and sent out letters of interest to the contacts. What I got back was a resounding response. I've gotten offers now from Berkley, USC, the University of Washington, and even Harvard in Massachusetts."

"I can't believe it! Well, I can – but that's wonderful. So where are you going to go?"

"Well, let's wait and hear back from your classmate and see where you might be and then we'll make the final decision and start looking for a house. But, in the mean time…" he wags his eyebrow suggestively and suddenly my soup holds no more interest. This man is truly insatiable.