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Forfeit: Part Two
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Forfeit: or The Captain's Game
Part Two
by Ruth Moore
© 1995
Picard had just finished saddling up his horse when Janeway strode
briskly into the stable yard. He had to call on his diplomatic skills to
avoid staring too openly at her. She was wearing jeans and a pair of
brown western boots. Tucked into the snug jeans was a white full
sleeved shirt, over which she wore a brown suede vest. The effect,
thought Picard, was the Ancient West meets the Buccaneers of the
Spanish Main, but Janeway carried it off well. Very well. And her hair
was down, at least part of it was, the rest was braided in some
complicated style.
"Captain," he said, smiling slightly. He gestured to the bay he had
saddled for her. Janeway moved over to inspect the horse, stroking its
nose and trying to make friends with it. She then began to check the
saddle and bridle, her manner assured. "You're a rider," Picard said,
coming up behind her and admiring the way she filled out her jeans.
She smiled over her shoulder as she checked the last straps. "My uncle
had a ranch in Wyoming. When I was a child I spent my summers there.
That's where I learned to ride. Strictly Western," she turned and
looked at him. "Nothing formal," she added, gesturing at his attire.
"Oh this is hardly formal, Captain, I have jodhpurs and the whole kit on
the _Enterprise_, but I thought that would be a bit much."
*Oh right,* she thought looking at his polished black boots, snug velvet
pants and green silk shirt. *A bit much, that's a laugh.* The shirt had
a V neck that showed off a fair amount of chest and he was also
wearing a dark jacket. The effect was a certain casual elegance and
Janeway knew damn well that it was planned that way.
"I guessed that you would prefer Western tack." He nodded toward her
horse. Are you satisfied?"
"Oh yes," Janeway said, looking Picard up and down again before she
turned to the horse. "You're lovely, aren't you darling?" The horse
nuzzled her. Picard moved forward to help her mount up and she
turned at the same time, coming face to face with him. They froze and
then Janeway said in a whisper, "Stop calling me Captain, it's Kathryn
or Kat." She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. As she
drew back, he smiled at her.
"And are you?" he asked. At her confused look, he added, "a cat?" He
brushed a hand across her cheek. She laughed and rubbed her face
into his hand.
"It's possible," she said. She moved back again. "But, weren't we
supposed to go riding, Jean-Luc?"
"Oh yes...I suppose we should." He moved to help her up, but she shook
her head and managed without any help.
Picard mounted his horse, an even tempered gray, and they rode slowly
out of the yard. When they reached the beginning of the network of
trails, Picard turned to her. "I thought we might ride to the beach, if
that's all right with you?"
"That sounds wonderful," she replied happily. " I love the ocean." He
indicated the correct trail and they were off. Picard liked the way she
rode, relaxed but firm with her horse; she looked at ease in the saddle.
An hour later they reached a headland overlooking the ocean. Janeway
reined in and breathed deeply. Turning to Picard with a smile on her
face, she said, "Just breathe that air. There are times when I wish I
could be posted at Headquarters, just to live in San Francisco."
"And leave the _Voyager_?" He gave her a skeptical look.
She laughed, "No of course not, but it *is* good to be on a planet
every once in a while." She reached up and began to unbraid the rest
of her hair. "And it's good to meet new people." She shot him a
sideways glance.
Picard nudged his horse until they were side by side. He reached out
and pulled her hands away from her hair, taking over the task himself.
As he loosened the braids, his finger strayed down her neck. She
shivered under the light caresses, and her horse reacted to the
movement, crowding against Picard's horse.
"Here now," Janeway said, tightening her knees. "Stop that!"
Picard immediately let go of her hair and backed his horse off a few
paces. Janeway looked at him. "I'm terribly sorry Captain," he said
absolutely straight-faced. For a split second, Janeway thought he was
serious and then she began to laugh.
"You're terrible," she said as the laughter subsided. He was smiling at
her, that wonderful warm smile. "You know, you aren't at all like I
expected you to be."
"Is that good?"
"Oh definitely good." She shook her head. "You really don't remember,
do you?"
"Remember what?" he paused for a moment. "Oh, Gamma Artensia; the
talks with the Ai'nathi? You advised Captain Balen and I on the..."
"...mineral resources of Ai'nath and the effects of extensive mining on
the planet," she interrupted. "God, you remember that? I was so young
and I was terrified that I would embarrass the captain."
"As I recall, you were very concise and to the point. I'm glad you don't
wear you hair short anymore. This," he gestured at her hair, "suits
you."
She laughed again. In answer to his curious look, she explained, "Last
night at the game I was thinking that...well, that you look better
without your hair." He looked a little embarrassed, which she found
endearing. It made him seem even more real; not The Legend at all. "But
back to what I was saying, you have a sense of humor. No one ever
mentions that about you."
"I don't let it show very often." He shrugged. "Burdens of command."
"I know what you mean." She moved her horse toward his again. "It's
nice to find someone who understands." He smiled at her and then
suddenly backed away and wheeled his horse around.
"Follow me!" he called out. Janeway nudged her horse with her heels
and they were off. The trail sloped, but not too steeply and Picard
risked looking over his shoulder at her. She was right behind him, bent
low over her horse's neck, her hair flying behind her.
"I'll get you, Picard!" she shouted in mock anger.
"You can try!" With that, he urged his horse to gallop faster. The beach
lay ahead of them and she caught up with him. Neck in neck they fairly
flew down the beach. Janeway glanced over at Picard just as he glanced
at her, both of them grinning like idiots. As they came close to the
point of land that marked the edge of the cove, they reined in their
horses; humans and horses alike breathing heavily.
"God that was fun!" Janeway said as she caught her breath. She slid
down off her horse and ran over to him. Grabbing his boot, she said,
"Down sir, I have you at last! The most notorious highwayman in all of
England."
'Highwayman? My lady, I must inform you that I am agent of the King
and I will be treated with the respect I deserve." He drew himself up
haughtily, looking down his nose at her.
"You're no agent of the King, you're a Frenchman and you work for
Robespierre!"
"French?! You will pay for that insult!"
"With my life?"
"No dear lady," he dismounted, and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to
him. "With your virtue!"
They glowered at one another, and then burst out laughing. He bent
and kissed her, running his hands through her hair. After a moment he
broke and smiled at her. "Kathryn?"
"Hmmm?" she murmured, her hands stripping off his jacket.
"We need to rub down the horses."
"I know." As he turned, she grabbed at the fastening of his shirt. He
shrugged out of it and kept moving away. Janeway followed him and
watched as he pulled a pair of towels from the saddle bag. Tossing one
to her, he moved to rub his horse. Janeway rubbed her own horse
down, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He looked good with
no shirt. A bit pale, admittedly, but she thought of her own pale skin
and laughed silently. *If we end up naked in the sun we'll blind each
other. God he's got nice arms,* as Picard bent over to check a hoof,
*and a nice ass, too.* "All done," she said aloud.
"Walk her over here, there are some rings set into the cliff."
"You're kidding!"
"Not at all," he said as the reached the cliff. He quickly tied their
horses to the rings and gestured to a patch of tough grass that grew
through the sand. "Better than picnicing on sand, don't you think?"
"You've been here before," she accused as he tossed the saddlebags on
the grass.
"No, but I know that the Silvierians take their recreation seriously. A
little research and..." He shrugged, opening out a blanket. "We have
this cove to ourselves all day."
"You reserved it? For us?" As she sat down on the blanket she looked
around. The impossibly blue sky was reflected in the clear water of the
cove. There was a slight breeze off the sea, but it was refreshing
without being brisk. In short, the place was perfect and she was
touched that he had gone to such trouble.
"You made it pretty clear last night what you had in mind; I didn't
really want to be interrupted. I may have a sense of humor about some
things but not about that; I haven't gotten caught making love in public
since I was a sophomore cadet."
Janeway decided to let that pass for the moment "What if I had been
just a tease?"
"Then we would have had a nice ride, a picnic and that would have
been that. I rather doubted that you would turn out to be a tease, you
strike me as being the type of person that carries through."
"Oh I am," she said running a finger down his arm. Suddenly she
pushed him over onto his back and kissed his mouth fiercely. "Can I
claim my forfeit now?" she asked as she pulled her mouth away from
his.
"What exactly did you have in mind, Captain? Are you trying to have
your way with me?" He gasped as her roving mouth found the hollow of
his throat. "I'll take that as a yes."
She laughed and kissed her way back up the other side of his neck.
Reaching his ear, she began to whisper, nibbling his ear in between
words, "I thought," nibble, "that you," nibble, "could show me," nibble,
"if what they," nibble "say about," nibble, "you is true."
"What am I supposed to say to that?" As her tongue traced the outside
of his ear, he continued. "Maybe I shouldn't ask." He began to pull her
vest away from her shoulders. She sat up and let him toss the vest
aside. He then began to unbutton her shirt, sitting up to reach the
higher buttons. As he undid each button, he bent his head and kissed
the exposed skin. Reaching her bra, he deftly unhooked it and pushed
it and her shirt down over her shoulders. He bent and deposited a light
kiss on each nipple and then helped her out of the shirt. As she began
to unbutton her jeans, he returned his attention to her breasts,
exploring them with fingers, lips and tongue.
"Ohhh.." Kathryn breathed as his lips fastened on her right nipple. His
fingers were busy with the other one and suddenly the buttons on her
jeans seemed unimportant and far too complicated. She sat back slightly,
resting her weight on her hands.
Jean-Luc drew back for a moment and looked at her; her posture
emphasized her breasts and he put his hands on her waist and slid
them up her rib cage. She had lovely breasts, pale, with dark aureoles
and red nipples. He brushed his thumbs slowly across each nipple,
causing her to bite her lower lip and half close her eyes at the
caress. He loved the way she looked; her whole body concentrated on the
sensations he was giving her. Allowing his fingertips to resume teasing
her nipples he leaned in close to her ear and began to nibble on it the
way she had on his earlier. "Do you," nibble, "do everything," nibble,
"with such," nibble, "intensity and concentration?"
"The important things," she replied a little breathlessly. He chuckled
against her throat and one of his hands moved to the buttons on her
jeans. A quick tug, and then he was pulling them over her hips.
Janeway pulled away from him for a moment. "You'll never get these
past my boots," she said, laughing as she bent to remove the boots. He
pushed her back and moved to her feet, pulling on the heels of her
boots. Her socks, the jeans, and her underwear followed.
Jean-Luc looked at her. Naked, she was everything he had imagined and
more. She looked a little surprised at the way he was staring at her.
"You are really very lovely," he said. When she shrugged and started to
say something, obviously embarrassed by the praise, he quickly moved
to silence her with a kiss. She pressed her self against him and
returned the kiss, at the same time rolling him onto his back.
"Too much clothing," she said firmly. She ran a hand over the bulge in
the front of his pants and he breathed in sharply. She laughed
wickedly and began to rub a little harder, enjoying the way his erection
felt under the velvet. His eyes closed and he began to breathe faster.
"Kat," he gasped after a moment. "I have *some*....self control...but if
you keep that up..."
"What is it about you?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically as she moved
to pull his boots off. "I just want to tease you for some reason." The
boots gone, she moved back to his pants and in a very short time, he
was as naked as she was. She ran a finger from his knee to the very
high inside of his thigh. "You are really very lovely," she said,
deliberately echoing his earlier words. He looked at her, one brow
raised. "I'm serious, you have the best legs I've ever seen on a man,
and this is...," her fingertips lightly brushed his penis, "very nice."
She bent her head and ran her tongue along the underside, eliciting a
gasp. She licked him a few more times and then began to lick and kiss
her way up his body. She stopped long enough to nibble on each
nipple, bringing them to erectness, and then continued on to his throat
and then to his mouth.
Jean-Luc reached out and pulled her on top of him and she allowed it,
not breaking the kiss. She straddled him and his hands moved between
her legs, fingers gently moving through her pubic hair. His touch was
light but sure as he teased her mound. She was already wet and
aroused, but the feel of of fingers as he caressed her labia and brushed
his thumb across her clitoris made her want to pick up the pace. She
reached down between them and brushed his hand aside, opening
herself up and guiding his penis into her. Slowly, she lowered herself
over him enjoying the feeling of her inner muscles stretching to let him
in. She looked down at him, his eyes were closed and he had a look of
dreamy pleasure on his face. She began to move; his eyes opened and
he brought his hands up to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples
between his fingers. She put her hands on his shoulders and began to
find her rhythm.
Jean-Luc watched her face as she moved; she had her eyes half closed
again and was biting her lower lip. He marveled at the way she felt
around him, hot and wet and snug. He had figured out her rhythm and
started to move with her, one of his hands sliding between them to rub
her clitoris. Her hands gripped his shoulders harder and her hips moved
even faster.
Kathryn began to moan as her climax approached. The feel of him inside
her and the touch of his fingers on her clit; it was more than enough
and she dug her fingernails into his skin and cried out once as the
feeling overwhelmed her.
Jean-Luc looked up at her; she was arched over him, her face set in a
grimace of ecstasy, her hair falling around them both. He brought both
hands to her hips and held her still as he thrust into her reaching for
his own climax. She bent her head down and strands of that amazing
hair brushed across his face and forehead. Gripping her hips even
harder he thrust once more and then held still as the orgasm ripped
through him.
As they lay together, her head on his shoulder and his arms around
her, he brushed her neck with lazy kisses. "Mmmmm...." she murmured,
arching her neck. "I'm not too heavy?"
He laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, you can stay there as long as you
want." His hands began to caress her hips, moving back to stroke her
buttocks. She began to kiss his shoulders and then suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Jean-Luc." She sat up, still straddling him and
looked at his shoulders in concern. He turned his head and saw what
she was looking at, a set of red nail marks that had broken the skin.
He looked up at her surprised at her concern.
"It's all right, Kat," he said. When she still looked worried, he
brought her hand to his mouth and nibbled on her fingernails. "After all
you are a *cat*, aren't you? I take it as a compliment, nothing more."
He bent his head to look at her hips. "Besides, I think we're even."
She looked down at herself; there was a set of red fingerprints on her
pale skin. "I didn't notice at the time," she admitted, laughing a
little. She stretched and moved off of him. "I hate to say this, but
I'm hungry."
"Must be the ocean air or something," he said, sitting up. He began to
straighten out the blanket. "I had no idea what you liked so I went a
little overboard."
She investigated the contents of the saddle bags. "Good Lord, you
certainly did." She began pulling things out, bread, a bottle of wine,
cheese, a sealed package that turned out to be pate, and there was
more. "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou beside me; making those
stupid wine sandwiches."
He laughed and began to help her arrange things. "There are about
three kinds of cheese, some sliced meat, and grapes and strawberries in
there somewhere."
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