Resistance Is Futile - Pt 18

Warning: sexually explicit scene at the end. Kids, be good and skip this post.

Virginia awoke to a pounding headache, which was probably from the Romulan Ale she had imbibed the night before...shortly before the furious doctor had punched her. Still, it could have been worse...she could have drunk the Klingon Bloodwine.

Vaguely she wondered how long she had been unconscious. Her head felt like it would split in two, reminding her why she usually stayed away from Romulan Ale. Because it never helped. Oh, it had deadened her telepathy, along with her other powers, but it did nothing for the ache just below her breastbone.

Opening one eye, she saw with relief that she was in her own quarters and her own bed. The last time she'd been knocked unconscious, Billy and Zed hadn't noticed and had actually left her in the fields of Alpha Centauri. It had been hours before she had awaken, and another three for her to walk back to Headquarters where they had run. They never did apologize.

"You have the look of one lost in memory," a male voice interrupted her thoughts.

Virginia started and looked around, her other eye popping open.

"Over here," directed Captain Picard.

As she sat up, she came to the realization that she was naked beneath the sheet that covered her. Keeping it pulled close to her chest, she faced the captain with a red face. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, and his chin resting on his hand. "Who undressed me?"

Picard's eyes twinkled with mischief as he answered her. "I wish that I could say it was me, but it was Doctor Selar and her medics."

"What time is it?" Virginia refused to cover herself further. No doubt the captain had already had an eyeful, and to be honest, she was enjoying his admiring gaze.

"Seven in the morning, after the wedding. How do you feel?"

"I am reminded why Romulan Ale is illegal. Why do we let that slide, anyway? I mean, imagine how Kirk and his crew would have fared with Chancellor Gorkon and General Chang if they hadn't served Romulan Ale...they might not have ended up in Rura Penthe."

"Worf has commented that it was probably a good idea that you were absent for the Khitomer Accords."

"On the other hand, had I been present...would the conspiracy have gotten as far as it did? Their dislike of the Klingons stemmed from their fear that without an ever-present enemy, they would be mothballed. Kirk's dislike stemmed from the murder of his son at their hands. Mine is solely based on their religious godlessness. Nothing else...they drive me nuts. But I still wouldn't have let Gorkon die, he was an extraordinary man."

"How long until the alcohol wears off?" Picard asked, deciding not to comment further on the Klingons.

Virginia sighed and took a moment to concentrate. There wasn't so much as a whisper in her mind. "Probably the rest of the day."

"Your office has called three times this morning. They don't seem to take our word for it that you're all right."

"I don't doubt it. They rarely take my word for it. Have you figured out what set Beverly off?”

“She found out about Deanna’s mission.”

“But…I told Deanna to discuss it with her.”

“For reasons unknown to me, Deanna didn’t. Beverly has since been informed of all the details of the mission and is quite mortified that she hit you.”

“Where is she now? I hope you haven’t put her in the brig.”

“No, she is confined to her quarters. Unless you say otherwise.”

“I’ll see to her later. First, I’d better call my office.” Virginia looked to where her robe hung, over the back of the chair next to where the captain was sitting. Her powers were still rendered useless from the ale, so there was no transporting the robe onto her body or floating it through the air. And she was still naked beneath the sheet. Picard’s face showed his amusement over he predicament. Refusing to ask him to hand it to her, Virginia threw the sheet off and climbed out of the bed. Slowly, she walked towards him, watching how his eyes sparkled, as he looked her over before becoming riveted to her own.

For his part, Picard was momentarily speechless. The grace with which she moved across the carpeted deck…the lack of shame in her face over being naked in front of him…the sway of her breasts and her hips…the way her lips quickened in smile…the frank desire in her eyes as she stood before him. "Good God..." he whispered before standing to embrace her and kiss her passionately.

She responded by wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself close. With ease, she walked backwards as he guided her back to the bed. Her hands sought out the fasteners of his uniform as his lips traveled to her neck, his hands running down her back to brush across her buttocks. Nibbling on his ear, she disrobed him, her hands making more than a passing acquaintance with his body.

“You are beautiful,” Picard murmured, taking her breasts in his hands. His mouth dropping down to cover her right nipple.

Virginia couldn’t stop herself from moaning. It had been so long since she had been touched in this manner…held and kissed. She lowered herself to the bed, Jean-Luc following. His hands, his mouth, covering her body with caresses and kisses. And then he said her name.

No, not her name…the name he murmured low in his throat as he entered her…was another’s. But it was too late to go back now. Now, his hands were covering her breasts in the way she liked as he pressed her legs further open with his body as he thrust himself deeper, his lips nuzzling her throat...her hands splayed across the back of his shoulders. She shut her mind to nothing but the physical pleasure, shutting her heart away from the hurt of hearing him murmur Beverly’s name.