DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc and Viacom. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and is copyright (c) 2001 by Djinn. This story is Rated R.
Dark Corners
by Djinn
Jean Luc Picard studied the
woman who lay next to him. She never
failed to fascinate him. But now, after
sex, she seemed to glow from within.
"So."
She smiled. A mysterious expression he loved to
watch. "So."
"Here we are
again."
"Here we are."
She shifted a bit then moved
away.
"Don't," he
whispered.
"Jean-Luc..."
"I know." He reached out, touched her smooth skin, her
breasts, moved lower.
"There isn't time."
"Yes
there is," he said as he bent to kiss her.
She resisted for a moment,
then her lips softened against his, even as she pulled him in more tightly.
He lost himself inside
her. Reveling in the sensations she was
capable of making him feel. He saw her
face, knew he was affecting her just as deeply.
She tried to keep her cries quiet.
That only excited him more. It
was over too soon. As always.
"Can't get enough of
you," he murmured.
"Not for lack of
trying," she teased, as she allowed her body to curl against his.
He wanted to hold her against
him forever.
She shifted once more. "I should go."
"Don't."
"I have to. I can't stay too long. It's risky."
"I'll risk it."
"I know. It's what scares me. I don't like it. And I do." Her eyes grew sad. She leaned over and kissed him gently. "It's why I love you."
His breath caught. She hadn't said it before. Not even in reply to his own
endearments. She loved him. He was about to reach for her when the door
chimed.
"Damn." His voice was harsh. He looked at her in concern.
"Answer it. I'm fine here."
"I'll be right
back."
She nodded easily, but her
eyes were hooded.
Too many secrets, he thought.
The door chimed again as he
neared it. He belted his robe and fixed
a smile on his face before answering.
When he saw who it was, the smile grew more genuine.
"Beverly. What can I do for you?"
She held up a bottle of
champagne. "I liberated this from
the reception. Thought you might like to
share it?" She took in his state of
undress. "Or maybe not. You look really tired. Are you coming down with something?"
"No. I'm fine.
It's just been a long week."
He had not moved from his place in front of the door. He saw her look into the room behind
him. He prayed there was nothing to
see. "I'll take a rain check on the
champagne, if you don't mind?"
She pretended to pout. "You're getting old. Or maybe you're not old enough. I think I'll go find Guinan. That's one old woman that knows how to
party."
"I believe she went off
with that Telsoran diplomat. Didn't you see the way they were eyeing each
other?" He laughed.
She chuckled. "He did seem to be smitten. I wonder how much fun she actually does
have? We know so little about her
really, even after all this time."
"Yes, she is quite the
mystery."
Beverly leaned in, a wicked
expression on her face. "Do you
think she's good? I mean, in bed?"
He felt himself blush. Hated that after all these years he still did
that. "I'm sure I wouldn't
know."
She smiled at him
ruefully. "I'm sure you wouldn't,
Jean-Luc."
He mustered what dignity he
could. "Well, I'll see you
tomorrow."
"Sleep well."
The door closed. He stood for a moment, then punched in the lock
code.
"So. Am I good?" a deeper and less gentle
voice sounded behind him. He felt a
shiver as Guinan's breath touched his neck.
He didn't answer. Waited for the
reaction. Was not disappointed.
"I asked you a
question." Harsh, strong hands spun
him around. Guinan's face stared at
him. Her features on a male face. Her skin on a male body. The change had come.
Beverly's voice echoed in his
mind, "We know so little about her."
He didn't resist as his lover
roughly pushed him down. Only answered,
"Oh God, yes," before he turned to pleasuring him, and being
pleasured. It was over too soon. As always.
Hours later, he woke in his
bed to find Guinan had changed again.
Her voice was again peaceful and smoothly feminine. "So." She smiled mysteriously.
"So," he answered,
fighting exhaustion.
"Here we are
again."
"Mmmm,"
he pulled her in close. "Here we
are."
She tried to pull away.
"Don't," he
whispered.
"Jean-Luc..."
"Just sleep, love."
"Can't keep doing
this," she said, even as she settled in next to him.
"No. Mustn't.
Not ever."
She said nothing.
He knew she'd be back again
soon.
FIN