Hypospray to the Heart

By: K.Crusher

August, 1998

He ached all over. The nightmare of the Borg was finally gone – thanks to Data. The Enterprise E had been saved and the crew was back together, and in one piece. All except for Jean-Luc Picard – the second brush with the Borg had sent him into a painful depression. He had sadness for the crew he had lost to the mechanical monsters and for the loneliness he felt within himself. A piece of his life had been taken from him, one that he would most likely never get back. He tried his best to hide his stress and strain from everyone, but nothing was getting past Beverly Crusher. She could see his pain, and it almost broke her. He was just as bad, if not worse than after they had rescued him from the collective before. After his duty shift was over, he went straight to his quarters and did not come out until his shift the next day. Deanna had tried to get him to talk to her, but there was nothing she could do to persuade him to open up. The decision had to be his and his alone.

The only person he would see was Beverly, and sometimes he didn’t even want to see her. She was the physical reminder of what he couldn’t have, of what she withheld from him. He would sometimes get angry about it –she was such a tease, giving him her friendship, but refusing him the love, which he knew she had for him. There was only so much a man could take. He was getting older and he certainly didn’t want to be alone for the time he had left. Beverly was the only woman he ever truly wanted, and if he couldn’t have her, then he wasn’t sure he’d ever be happy ever again.

"Come," he called out. Beverly walked in and saw Jean-Luc sitting by the viewport in his favorite chair. The room was dark, and he blankly stared out the window.

"How are you doing tonight? Are you feeling any better?"

"I’m fine, no need to worry about me," he said coldly.

"Jean-Luc…"

"Beverly….you know I’m miserable, and you’re not helping the situation."

"What!? What do you mean?" she asked with a worried voice.

"Beverly, I feel so alone…I don’t know what to do…No one understands, so it doesn’t help to even talk about it," he said as the tears began to fall.

"How exactly do I make things worse for you? I’ve only tried to help you… I want you to get over this. I don’t want you to be lonely, because you shouldn’t be… not with me here."

"Beverly…its more than what you think…its more than the recent situation with the Borg. I came so close to death – again. In facing my end, I realize how precious and how short life is. Now that I have been spared, I need to find my partner – my equal. I need to share my life with someone, and I can’t go on much longer facing life on my own. I’ve

done that for too long." He continued to stare at the window. It was better than making eye contact with her, because she would see his tears if she did.

She was dumbfounded. She knew she was the solution to his problem, and he was right. It was time for him to begin living his life, but it wasn’t complete without her. Their close friendship was killing him, as that was all he believed he was ever going to get. She was the reminder that she was the one he loved, but could never have. It was ridiculous; she would have to do something about it. He would never hurt her and, she never thought she’d hurt him, but she was. Now it was she who ached inside. She went over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She began massaging them and easing the tension he kept there. He tilted his head back and let it rest on her stomach, which was right above the back of his chair. She moved her hands from his shoulders to his face, and she pushed the sparse tears away. She smiled one of her sexy smiles and he made an effort in return. She couldn’t believe all the years she had hurt this man, letting him think that friendship was all he was good enough for him to receive from her. She now ached with the pain she had caused him, but she would remedy that soon enough, and try to make him forget about the Borg as well.

She walked around the chair so that she could face him, and fell to her knees. She placed her head in his lap and began to cry herself.

"Jean-Luc, I’m so sorry… I-I didn’t mean…" she sobbed into his thighs. His hands went into her hair, softly caressing its silkiness. "Please, let me make it up to you… I loved you for so long… only, I wasn’t sure what to do." He lifted her head up so that he could look at her.

"What did you just say?" he asked in a low voice.

"I said I loved you," she replied in a whisper. He gave her a big smile and his eyes sparkled like they hadn’t in weeks. He pulled her up to sit on his lap where he lightly began kissing her sweet mouth, savoring her.

She returned them, searching him like he was her, getting to know him as her new lover and partner he was going to become. She wanted his hands on her, but he was making no sudden moves, and his arms remained firmly circled around her waist. When one kiss was broken, she looked straight into his eyes and reached behind her to loosen his arms. A look of worry flashed in his face, until she placed his open palms on her aching breasts, and he rubbed them lightly. "Ohhh…Jean-Luc, that feels good…"

He continued his assault on her mouth, making her moan in pleasure at both sensations.

"Beverly…oh gods, Beverly, I love you so much…look at what you do tome…" She pulled away slightly and looked down at his lap and saw the huge bulge under his pants. "I’ve had to hide that every day we’ve been together for the last 25 years," he whispered. She reached down to touch it. She couldn’t imagine what that would be like – having to suppress one’s self for so long. She had been doing it around Jean-Luc for a good many years now… but 25? That would be unbearable.

"We’ll have to do something about that, Captain Picard," she said with a husky voice.

"I’m looking forward to it," he growled into her neck. Beverly got up from his lap, and stretched out her hand to pull him up.

"Should we get to it then?" She asked with a wicked smile. He nodded slowly and took her hand. She pulled him towards his bedroom…soon to be their bedroom. Once there, he wasn’t sure what he should do. He wanted to have her all at once, but he also wanted to go slow, and satisfy her thoroughly before sating himself. He didn’t have to decide for long. Beverly was on him before he had a chance to decide and she began tugging at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him. He assisted her, and she was soon on to removing his pants.

"Beverly…slow down…don’t you want to go slow, sweetheart?" He whispered.

"Jean-Luc, we have time to go slow the rest of our lives, we need each other now…I can’t wait anymore." She continued with the removal of his clothing, and fully admired everything she saw. Now that he was down to his briefs, he began trying to get her out of her own clothes. She obliged him and soon was dressed only in her underwear. She pushed him back on the bed, and pulled his underwear off before he knew what had hit him. "Ohhh….wow…I had no idea…" she breathed. He was huge. Much bigger than Jack had been.

"What? Is it bad?" He asked worriedly.

"Oh, no...it’s good, very good." She removed the remainders of what she was wearing, and it was Picard’s turn to stare. She looked like an angel, and angel who was about to give him everything he ever wanted or needed. She lay down beside him, and began to kiss and touch him all over. His skin was so hot, and he was so ready for her. He attempted to take control of the situation, but she refused to let him. She positioned herself over him and let her hot wetness tease the tip of his shaft.

"Beverly…oh please…" She went down to kiss him and his hands moved expertly over her, trying to torture her as she was torturing him. He reached up with his mouth to take one of her nipples, but she pulled back, refusing herself. Then before he knew it, she had brought her hips down and surrounded his hardness with her tightness, and he groaned loudly. She cried out as well and began to move slowly above him, maintaining eye contact with her lover. He had grabbed her hips and began to thrust lightly up into her warmth.

"Oh gods, Beverly, I love you so…" She lay her body fully down on his and they rolled over so that he could control his movements better. As he continued his slow thrusting, he finally was able to capture one of her nipples. Beverly had given up all of her control, and she let herself be pleasured by the man she loved.

"Jean-Luc, I want to come with you," she whispered into his ear.

"Yes, darling, whenever you’re ready…ahhhh…" He thrust harder andfaster until he got a response from her – small whimpers of pleasure.

"Oh Jean-Luc…now, sweetheart…nowww...ahhh…"

"Yes…ohh…Beverly, gods yes!" he cried out. He collapsed on top of her, and remained inside her so that they could stay joined. The feel of them together, as they were meant to be was almost enough to make him hard again. They tried to catch their breath until they were calm again, and Jean-Luc kept his place deep inside his woman, semi-erect.

"Would you like me to get off now?" He asked as he nuzzled her neck.

"Ummm….no…stay right where you are Captain...You feel so good insideme, you can stay there forever," she purred.

"It would be a bit difficult to command a starship from this position,

I hate to say…" Picard chuckled at his own joke. Beverly ran her hands down his back and began to stroke his lower backside. Picard felt himself get harder, so he lightly rolled his hips against her. Beverly wrapped her strong legs around his waist so as to encourage his movements.

"Are you sure you want to do this again, darling?" He whispered to her.

"You mean have the man I love pleasure me? Oh gods, yes, Jean-Luc…"

Jean-Luc smiled at her statement, and was determined to make his woman climax again. He pumped hard into her hot wetness until he heard her cries and he felt her tighten against him. He then let himself go, spilling his life into her, calling her name as he did so. He then removed himself from her, sure that by now, his weight was getting to be a little much for her. She snuggled up to him, content with her decision, content with her best friend as her lover.

"Thank you so much my love…"

"I assure, you it was all my pleasure, beautiful one."

 THE END