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Leap NCC- 1701- D 3/4 (trek,mf)
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Subject: LEAP NCC-1701D (3/4) QL/ST:TNG
Date: Fri Jul 21 22:17:28 1995
LEAP NCC-1701D
Part 3
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Suddenly, Sam was sitting on a couch having breakfast with
Beverly Crusher...Earl Grey tea, toast, some other funny-looking
24th century food. He had no idea what to say but couldn't help
noticing that the Doctor was wearing a very unprofessional
nightgown.
Over the years, each time Beverly had breakfast with Jean-Luc,
she hoped that this would be the time he would finally open his
eyes and fuck her brains out. So far, after hundreds of Sunday
breakfasts, it hadn't happened. And over those same years, her
attire for the occasion had gotten more and more skimpy - to no
avail; to no avail, that is, until this particular morning....
"Food all right?" she said to him sweetly.
"Boy, that sounds familiar." he thought, and then added out loud,
"Fine. It's just fine. Thank you."
They ate a little and exchanged a few pleasantries; Sam kept
the conversation nebulous and vague. His intuition told him
that his Picard was even more of a disappointment to Beverly
than usual.
"Sam," Al said, suddenly appearing next to the coffee table,
"now's the time to make your move. She's dying for it, Sam.
If you want out of this century, you can't mess this up for
her. You only have 35 minutes of Picard time left."
Sam nonchalantly dropped his teaspoon onto the floor so he could
bend under the table and whisper to Al.
"Al, get lost. I'm a big boy. I know how to do this."
"I donno, Sam." Al said, staring at the tip of his cigar. "In
the past you've been pretty clueless about women. I'll admit,
you HAVE shown some improvement lately, but you've got a LONG
way to go."
Sam had to restrain himself from yelling; his annoyance
was obvious as he whispered to Al through clenched teeth.
"Al, if you don't get out of here RIGHT NOW, I'm going to
download you into a nintendo game."
The IC door slammed shut.
Beverly bent over Sam and looked under the table. "Jean-Luc, who
are you talking to under there? Do we have mice?" She giggled at
her own little joke. As she bent over him her breasts almost
popped out into Sam's face.
"No, no mice, Beverly." he said as he lifted his head. "I was
just commenting to myself how beautiful you are this morning."
Sam gave her a look that left no doubt what he wanted.
Her heart went into her throat, beating wildly as she heard
those words and saw his face. Jean-Luc had flattered her before
but this time was different. This time she knew breakfast was
a mere prelude to something more, much more.
Beverly Crusher was no young debutante experiencing her first
love. She was a gorgeous and accomplished woman, confident in
herself and her desires, and not willing to wait one second
longer. Her floodgates burst open and torrents of lust came out.
"Jean-Luc" she sighed with a tremor in her voice as she moved
close to him. She captured Sam with her arms and put her lips
up against his ear. Half nibbling him and half whispering, he
heard her say, "Kiss me, PLEASE." Which he did. In a instant,
one of her hands was up his shirt and the other hand was down
his pants.
Sam was having trouble managing this encounter, and wrestling
with an out-of-control Doctor Crusher on the couch was not what
he envisioned as his mission. He tried to imagine what the
Captain would be doing at this point. From what Al was
implying, Picard would be just as stymied, although somehow
Sam didn't think so.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She was
astounded with the strength she didn't know Picard had. Sam was
impressed with the firm body he felt through her clothes. A tight
body like a dancer, but with curves that responded to his touch.
Once on the bed, she was so eager she almost blew him away. Sam
considered letting her take charge; he was in no mood that day to
be accidentally killed by a doctor in heat. As it turned out, she
didn't give him an option; she took charge without being asked.
Flinging him over on his back, she straddled his midsection with
her legs and leaned over him, moaning, repeating the Captain's
name again and again as she kissed his face and pressed her
breasts hard against his chest. Sam was struggling for oxygen
and trying to get in the mood, but he was overwhelmed. He needed
to slow her down a bit or he was going to be a flaccid
disappointment.
He pushed her aside and jumped up, grabbing her by the waist and
flinging her across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was
stopped dead; completely caught off guard. "Jean-Luc," she said
in a panic as he walked out of the bedroom with her hanging off
him, "where are you taking me?"
He didn't say anything until he reached the bathroom. Throwing
her in the bathtub, clothes and all, he turned on the water.
Beverly screamed from the shock, and then, suddenly turning calm,
she looked at him with a teasing smile and said, "I guess I
needed to cool off."
"Yes, you did." he said, bending close and kissing the back of
her neck. The water was making her nightgown cling deliciously
to all the curves of her body and Sam was finally feeling the
effects. He climbed in the tub with her and let the water saturate
his uniform so that his bulges were very visible to Beverly. The
outline of his erection almost put her back in a frenzy, but she
controlled herself, freeing the hard cock from his pants and
stroking it gently with her hands. Sam leaned back in the water
and let her work some finger magic on him.
He stayed blissfully like that for a few minutes until he realized
that the real Picard would be back at any moment. The Captain had
to return into a situation that he could take over without too
much confusion. Lying in a bathtub fully clothed and soaking wet
while getting a hand-job from Doctor Crusher was probably not it.
"Ok, that's enough of that." he said, abruptly jumping up and
leaving her stroking thin air. Before she could even open her
mouth to say what she was thinking, he snatched her out of the
tub and walked quickly back to the bed, carrying her in his arms
and leaving a trail of water behind.
***************
Al was getting nowhere fast with Captain Picard. He wanted to
explain to the Captain what a leap was and what to expect
when he returned. Picard refused to talk to him about anything
except name, rank and serial number. In fact, he was acting like
it was an everyday occurrence to be snatched from his ship and
abducted by strange people.
"Captain," Al said emphatically and with some frustration in his
voice, "you're not a prisoner of war, you're a guest. Can't you
understand that?"
Captain Picard was not about to be intimidated by a man
wearing the most ridiculous green suit and purple tie he had
ever seen. With the addition of a cigar, Al looked to Picard
like an uncouth dilithium miner from Rigel XII on vacation in
the big city.
"Do you always dress like that?" he asked Al, mockingly.
Al looked down at himself. "You don't like my clothes?" he
replied, in a voice that betrayed he was actually a little
offended.
"Not particularly...No."
"Ok, have it your way, Captain. I'll be right back."
Ten minutes later Al returned wearing his white naval uniform.
"Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Rear Admiral Albert
Calavicci, United States Navy, 20th century Earth. I believe
we have a few things to discuss, none of which will violate your
Prime Directive, I assure you."
Picard stood and stared, dumbfounded.
***************
Sam threw Beverly on the bed very unceremoniously. He hoped
Picard would apologize for that later.
"JEAN-LUC!" Beverly cried out, totally confused. "WHAT is the
matter with you? You're acting like a crazy person. I swear,
between you and Data, I don't know who's the more insane."
"Beverly, what time is it?" Sam looked around the room for a
clock.
"The time? Over there." She pointed to her clock, which read
9:55. She was almost convinced there was a mental disease going
around the ship that had infected the Captain and Data, and
probably Deanna, who was also acting very strange.
"Oh my god...five minutes." Sam was getting panicky.
"Five minutes to what? Are you going to change into a pumpkin?"
"Not exactly."
He had to do something and do it fast. He started ripping off
her clothes, as well as his own, hoping his frenzy wouldn't
make her bolt for the door. But, on the contrary, she helped him
along, eagerly, aroused by what she thought was a wild, primitive
desire to possess her. With just two minutes left, he pinned her
down on the bed, pushed her legs apart, and plunged his still
hard cock all the way in. Beverly almost fainted. She couldn't
believe it had FINALLY happened. Jean-Luc was fucking her.
***************
"Uh, Captain, you're going back in few minutes. But, I gotta
warn you. You going back into a very," Al waved his cigar,
searching for the right words, "delicate situation." He was
uncomfortable trying to explain such things to someone like
Picard, who walked around like he had a pole up his ass.
Picard gave Al a cynical glance, "What kind of delicate
situation?"
"Oh, screw this pussy-footing around." Al thought to himself.
Pointing his cigar at the Captain, he said out loud, "Right
now Sam is banging the dickens out of Beverly Crusher, who's
enjoying herself immensely. Of course, she thinks it's you
doing the honors. So, do yourself a favor and play along when
you return. OK? Sam has really warmed her up for you."
Al knew that Picard might not remember anything that was just
said, but he hoped for everyone's sake that the Captain would
just instinctively take over where Sam left off.
Picard's face turned red and he was starting to say something
when he disappeared from the Waiting Room. Data had come back.
*******************
That night, there was an impromptu birthday party for
Commander Riker in 10 Forward. All the senior officers were
there and most were having quite a good time. Doctor Crusher
and Captain Picard were hanging on to each other like long
lost lovers suddenly reunited. Sam, being a bit more
comfortable in his Data persona, was busy putting Worf (and
Al) to sleep discussing piano sonatas. Deanna was standing
at the bar, across the room from Sam, talking to Geordi when
she heard a familiar voice.
"Little One, I'm so glad to see you again."
"Mother!" Deanna said, her face dropping at the surprise.
In the doorway stood Lwaxana, in all her glory, dressed to
kill in a blazing red gown.
"That darling man Jean-Luc has agreed to transport me to
Starbase 73 for an Ambassador's convention. Aren't we
lucky?"
"Yes, mother. How fortunate."
Deanna loved her mother dearly, but her visits always caused
so much commotion that she had come to dread them. She was
particularly concerned about Sam; her mother was a powerful
telepath.
As Lwaxana gave her daughter a big bear hug, something
caught her attention. She communicated her questions
telepathically, as was her custom, even though Deanna
thought it very rude when other people were present.
However, in this case, Deanna was relieved that no one
else could hear her mother's thoughts.
<Little One, who is that yummy man standing over by the
window talking to Woof? Is he a new crewman?>
Deanna's fear had become reality. "Mother, you mean Worf,
and that's Data talking to him."
<I may be getting old, Deanna, but I'm not getting blind!
That magnificent hunk of flesh is most certainly NOT Data.
And who is the cute man in the absolutely wild suit standing
next to him, smoking a... a... oh, what do Earthers call it,
a cigar! How masculine!>
The situation was grim; her mother not only saw Sam, but she
saw Al as well. The best she could do would be to plead
ignorance and hope her mother would move on to someone more
interesting - like Captain Picard, her usual target.
"Mother, I really don't know what you're talking about. I
only see Data over by the window talking to Worf."
Lwaxana was no fool, and her curiosity and boundless
appetite for men made her all the more insistent on knowing
what was going on. She looked at her daughter and used her
potent abilities to probe Deanna's mind. There were no
secrets left unlocked.
<Little One, that man belongs to you! Why didn't you just
say so? I think it's wonderful that you have someone who is
able to satisfy you so completely. Why are you pretending he
is Data?>
Deanna, almost in hysteria, brought her mother outside and
explained everything, telepathically. It was the only way
to keep her quiet and prevent her from spoiling Sam's
chances of leaping out. Lwaxana, who always enjoyed a good
bit of gossip, thought the secret was marvelous, and agreed
to try her best to keep it to herself. Deanna thought it
would be miracle if her mother made it to Starbase 73
without spilling the beans to someone.
Sam had seen Deanna run into the corridor with someone. He
couldn't ask who that was since Data would probably have
known her. Fortunately, Worf, looking for any reason to escape
from Data's music lecture, excused himself to go "say hello to
Deanna's mother."
A few minutes after Worf finished his pleasantries, Sam and Al
managed to meet Deanna and Lwaxana alone in the corridor.
Deanna gestured towards Sam. "Mother, meet Doctor Beckett,
and... (where is he, Sam?)"
Sam pointed next to her.
"...and Admiral Calavicci. Gentlemen, this is my mother, Lwaxana
Troi."
"Yes, Doctor Beckett," they shook hands, "you are a darling
man and you make my daughter so happy." Sam blushed.
"And Admiral, I am pleased to meet someone with a real flair
for fashion." She extended her hand.
"Excuse me for not shaking hands, Mrs. Troi," Al said
apologetically, "but I'm only a hologram."
"Well, Dear, nobody's perfect," she answered him, smiling and
winking.
Al raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously, but with
definite interest.
Lwaxana leaned in close to Al, "Admiral, how about accompanying
me to the Holodeck for a little picnic? I believe there's a
special program still loaded from the last time I was on board.
I think you'll enjoy it." From the twinkle in her eye, Al was
sure he was going to enjoy it.
After they left, Deanna turned and grinned at Sam. "I hope
your Admiral comes out of the holodeck alive and in one piece."
Sam smiled back and took her hand, "I was thinking the same
thing about your mother."
They both had to stifle their laughing before walking back
into 10 Forward, but the grins were hard to wipe off.
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- End Part 3 -
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