Resistance Is Futile - Pt 23

"How often does the universe unravel?" Picard asked, coming to stand next to Virginia, who still sat at her desk.

"Two or three times a day, same as with you. And that's on a good day." She sighed and rubbed her temples, studiously avoiding looking at the still unclothed captain.

"You don't think you were too hard on her? She sounded like she's just a girl."

Virginia laughed. "That girl has three children and five grandchildren. Don't let looks, or the sound of a voice deceive you, Jean-Luc. She's a full-blooded Gandraleayian and while she is young by their standards, she is no child."

"I see. Is there anything you need to tell me?" he asked teasingly.

Her eyes twinkled as she replied, "My grandchildren's grandchildren have grandchildren."

Jean-Luc laughed boisteriously, which was a pleasant sound. "And no doubt you remember all their birthdays."

"And anniversaries." Virginia sighed. "Don't you have to be on the bridge?"

"Not for a while yet. I told Data not to expect me this morning and not to call me unless the universe was unraveling or the Borg were attacking."

"I know your track record, Jean-Luc...both those are liable to happen before noon."

"Not today." Picard reached out and caressed her hair. "Come back to the bed."

Virginia hesitated. She really wanted to...he was an excellent lover...and she missed this intimacy...but...he loved Beverly...enough that he spoke her name when being intimate with Virginia. He might have made up his mind not to pursue Beverly, but he had clearly forgotten to inform his heart. Didn't she deserve better?

Picard, unaware of her thoughts, moved to stand behind her. He pulled her hair to the side, lowering his head to kiss her neck. "Come, let me ease your worries."

If only he could. But she did nothing to stop him. She loved to have her neck kissed and nuzzled.

He nibbled her earlobe next. "Let me drive all thoughts of your mission away for a time."

That would be nice too. Already she could feel her body responding to his touch, no matter what her heart and mind was telling her. "Jean-Luc..." she murmured, her voice betraying her want.

"Yes, Virginia?"

Well, he still remembered her name so far. She stood, allowing her arms to wrap around him. "Kiss me..."

He kissed her, passionately. She let his kiss consume her until she was breathless and he was kissing and nibbling her neck again, drawing whimpers of desire from her. His hands untied her robe, and slipped in to ease it from her shoulders....just barely grazing her skin as he did so. He chuckled when she pushed her body into his hands for the touch she craved. She let him lead her back to the bed...allowed him to keep good on his word to drive all thoughts of the Borg from her mind, even if just for the morning...no matter whose name he called out...she needed this touch, this pleasure once more before she marched to her death.