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By: K. Crusher

August 1998

"This has got to stop," Picard said to himself. "She knows damn well how I feel about her, yet she continues to tease me. She's not going to get away with it for much longer." He had been upset ever since she left his quarters after breakfast. She smiled a little too much, she looked at him a little too long, and when she touched his hand before she left, she let her touch linger. He was frustrated and it had only been a week since they had left KesPrytt. She knew he wanted her and she was possibly using it to her advantage. It wasn't fair to play with a man like that. It just wasn't fair. Well...if the good Doctor didn't want to play fair, Jean-Luc didn't have to either.

"Excuse me sir, you want me to go and arrest Doctor Crusher? May I ask

on what grounds, sir?" Worf asked.

"Don't question my motives Lieutenant, just do it!" Picard demanded.

"Yes sir." Worf said as he left the Captain's Ready Room. He walked

down the long corridor to sickbay and thought about what the Doctor

might have done to get herself thrown in the brig. The doors swished

open on sickbay and Worf walked in towards Beverly's office.

"Why hello, Worf, what brings you to sickbay? Are you feeling all

right?"

"Yes Doctor...I-I'm here..."

"Yes?" She asked with concern.

"I was instructed to take you to the brig, Doctor."

"The brig!? Whatever for?"

"I do not know. The Captain would not divulge that information."

"So the Captain is behind this..."

"Yes. He instructed me to take you there right now." Beverly was

thoroughly confused, but had no choice but to go with Worf...to the

brig.

"OK, let's go then." The prisoner followed the Chief of Security down

to the brig, where he held her by force field in one of the cells.

"I'm sure the Captain will be down to explain all of this, I'm sorry

Doctor."

"Don't be sorry, Worf. You're just doing your job." She assured him. He

nodded and left her to think about what it was that she might have done.

It was seven hours before anyone came to see her, and that person was

Deanna.

She ran over everything she might have done, and rules she might have

broken, but could think of absolutely nothing.

"Deanna, can you think of what I might have done?" Beverly asked

worriedly.

"No, and I tried to get it out of the Captain and he wouldn't budge.

But I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, is there anything I can get

for you?"

"No...I'm afraid that if I get caught with anything...it might make

whatever I did worse."

"Good point. I'll come and check up on you later." With that, she left.

Beverly tried to sleep, but it just wouldn't come. She was hungry, but

there wasn't a replicator in her cell. She was absolutely miserable and

swore she would pay Jean-Luc back if this were some kind of sick joke.

It was another two hours before he himself had finally arrived.

He looked gorgeous, she could have had him right there. He wore a

burgundy sweater and tailored black pants, and a stern expression. She

stood at attention behind the force field, trying to keep all expression

off of her face.

"Well Doctor, have you thought about it?" He asked sharply.

"Yes, and I can't figure out what I did wrong." She replied softly.

"There aren't any rules I have broken, I've done my duties to the

letter, I haven't struck anyone, and I made no breach in protocol, so I

don't know why I'm here." Picard broke into a smile.

"Well, Doctor, have you ever thought about what you might have done to

someone emotionally?" He kept the smile and his hazel eyes were

sparking.

"No...I didn't think one could get thrown in the brig for that."

"Well they can...if they mess around with the Captain's feelings.

Beverly...the way you make me feel - the things you do to me...should be

against the law. That's why I had you arrested," he said softly. Her

mouth dropped open in shock. "You see, I love you and

I think that you're leading me on, and I just can't have that.

So...until you make up your mind about what you'd like to do about us,

you'll stay here and out of my way. He paused. Kind of forces you to

make a decision, doesn't it?"

"Jean-Luc, you can't lock someone up just because you have a personal

conflict or problem with them!"

"You can if you're Captain," he said holding his big smile. She knew he

was right.

She loved him and she supposed her actions around him could be

misconstrued as leading him on, but she didn't know if she could force

herself to be ready for a relationship, even though she wanted it badly.

"So...what do you say?" He asked, worried at what her answer might be.

"Jean-Luc..." she pleaded. He took her tone of voice as a negative, and

headed for the door. She had a decision to make. Either she stay in here

until she told him she didn't want him - which she couldn't, and refused

to do, or, she'd wait until she was ready to give him her love freely.

Why wait for something she had already waited 25 years for?

She felt it already! Her heart, mind, and body ached for him, and she

called out to him.

"Jean-Luc! Wait...come back." He turned around and gave her a hopeful

look. "Let me out of here, darling," she said huskily. The smile

returned to his face and he went over to the control panel to turn off

the force field. "Computer! Secure doors!" She commanded.

He was in her cell in seconds, his arms holding her close and his mouth

tasting hers.

"You better not have changed your mind just because you want to get out

of here," he growled softly. She smiled, feeling so good in his arms,

better than she ever thought possible, and wondering why she hadn't

given in long ago.

"There's only one place I want to go, Captain..." she whispered.

"And where is that, my love?"

"To your bed...right now."

"And whatever would we do there?" He asked, playing with her.

"I'm sure you could think of something," she countered.

"Nothing that we couldn't do here, eh, Doctor?" She took another kiss

from him, and reached underneath the soft sweater so that she could feel

his chest.

"Ummmm...I suppose."

"I mean, I haven't released you yet...how do I know that when you leave

you won't just run off? I better make sure your mine before you can even

think about getting away."

"Whatever you say, Captain," she said seductively. "Why don't you come

over here then?" She beckoned with a crooked finger as she sat on the

narrow bunk. His eyes flashed with love and desire and the stupid, yet

sexy grin remained in place. He slowly walked over to the bunk and sat

beside her. "Well...what are you waiting for?" She asked softly.

"Uh...uh-hmm..." he cleared his throat. He had assumed that she was

going to do the honors. "Well, you have to prove to me that you can be

let out...umm, right?"

"Sure...I can prove myself," she said huskily as she fingered the side

of his cheek.

"I'll do whatever you want to prove myself... Just tell me what you want

me to do

Jean-Luc," she breathed. He shifted nervously as she got closer and

closer. When it didn't look as though he would answer her, she begged

again. "Tell me sweetheart what you want...I'll do anything you

desire... I want to please you." He about melted right then and he was

rock hard, just from her voice and her proximity. He looked into her

soft blue eyes and instead of the anger he had seen just a few minutes

ago, he saw thick pools of desire staring at him waiting for the order.

"Umm...uh..." he stuttered. He hadn't thought his plan would go over

that well.

"Beverly...gods Beverly...I need you, so badly," he whispered as he

swallowed hard. "I've ached for you for so long..." Her stomach was

doing flip flops as she heard the beautiful words fall from his lips.

She leaned in to kiss him as thanks and whispered to him.

"Take off my uniform." He nodded at her request and obeyed. She took

off his soft sweater and ran her hands gently, lovingly across his

chest. He sighed at the touch and at the sight of her breasts he was

just uncovering.

"Beautiful...my Beverly is so beautiful." She gasped as he touched her

erect nipples one with each hand, running his thumbs over the small

peaks.

"Ohh...baby...that feels so good..." she moaned. He thought he'd

intensify the sensation and pushed her back onto the bunk. He lay on top

of her and pulled one of the sensitive nubs into his mouth and sucked

gently. Her breathing became labored and she moaned in pleasure as he

did all he could to elicit the reaction. He moved to the other nipple,

eager for the taste again. She could feel his desire for her on her

thigh and she was desperate to get at it. He couldn't be comfortable in

those pants with an erection of that size. "Jeaann-Luuccc...take off

your pants..." He removed himself from her breast slowly and looked into

her eyes.

"Tell me you love me," he begged. "I need to hear you say it." Her eyes

began to water when she realized that she hadn't told him, and tears

rolled down her face.

"Beverly...you do love me... don't you?" He whispered worriedly.

"Oh yes, Jean-Luc, more than anyone, ever...I love you so much it

hurts," she said through thick tears. He wiped the tears away with his

thumbs.

"Good. I was hoping you felt that way," he said, trying to lighten the mood. He removed his pants as requested and she lightly took his swollen

flesh in her hands.

"I like this," she whispered. "It's mine, now."

"Oh, you think so, eh?" He countered in a laughing tone.

"Oh...after seeing this, I don't think I could ever live without it," she said seductively just before her hot mouth devoured his hardness.

Her hands went to his upper thighs, right under his bottom and his hands

were lightly placed in her hair as he thrust ever so slightly into her

hungry mouth.

"Ohhhh...gods! Beverly!" She was encouraged by his moaning and

continued until she felt him get harder. She slowly pulled off of her

new plaything, and made short work of her own pants, including her

panties, which were soaked through anyway. She needed him so terribly;

she couldn't last much longer without touching herself. "Ummm..."

Jean-Luc moaned as his hand reached for her center between her thighs.

"I like this..." he whispered into her neck. "Can I have it?" He asked

huskily as he slowly entered her with two fingers.

"Uhh Huhhh....you sure can...It's yours," she moaned. She rocked

against his fingers, trying to get him to touch her clit, but he

wouldn't. She reached her own hand down by his and began stroking

herself to climax as he kept thrusting his fingers deep inside of her.

He stopped her from touching herself, as he wanted to bring on her

orgasms himself.

"No, my love...I'll get you there, I promise," he whispered into her

ear. She whimpered in protest, but put her trust in him, knowing that in

a million years he would never let her down. "Lay back," he whispered

again. She did, and before she knew it, her lover's tongue was sucking

on her throbbing clit, and she was ready to explode.

"AHHhhrnnnn, Jean-Luccc...I'm going to come, baby!" He continued his

intimate kisses until he felt her shudder beneath him as she came.

"Jean-Luc, I need you inside me..."

"I want to be inside you my love..." He spread her thighs further and

lay himself down between their velvety softness. He gave her soft loving

kisses before he slid into her hot tightness. "Ohhh...so tight, so

wonderful, my love..." He thrust in slowly, taking his time with his

prisoner. She was desperate for another release and for his. He filled

her up so completely both physically and emotionally that she knew that

this was what perfection must feel like.

"Ahhhummmmmmm...Jeaann-Luucc...so good...oh!" Beverly sighed.

"Gods, Beverly! Ohhhhhh gods! Are you ready darling?" He asked as he

looked into her eyes. She nodded.

"I'm...already! Ahhhh..." Jean-Luc let himself go as well and his pleasure overlapped hers. After Jean-Luc had taken all he could handle,

he moved to get off of his beautiful woman. He was stopped by his mate,

as she continued moving against him, enjoying her aftershocks like she

never had before. When her trembling had stopped, she wished that they

were back in his bed so that he could hold her. "Wow...I never knew

you...were so proficient," she giggled. He laughed.

"Well now you know, and I get to spend the rest of my life getting even

better," he whispered into her ear. "And you my darling...were

amazing...you feel so good...it feels so good to love you." She nodded

in response; she was so choked up.

"Hey...you know... I've been in the brig all day. What do you say that

we go and clean ourselves up in your shower," she whispered seductively.

"I want to wash every part of you. Then I want you to wash every part of

me. How about it Captain? It's the most you can do for your prisoner."

"Hmm...and I'd be more than happy to do it, Doctor. I'll race you," he

challenged.