Title: Makin' it Great

Author: DocBevCulver

Series: TNG

Codes: P/C (Smut)

Parts: 1/1

Ratings: NC-17

Disclaimer: "Star Trek the Next Generation" is copyrighted to Paramount. I
retain rights to the plot, but not the characters. This story is for enjoyment 
purposes only. No infringement is intended. Pizza Hut owns the Slogan.

Summary: Amazing what a little dinner will do for the couple.

Author's Notes: Mariel started this little monster at alt.startrek.creative, 
so here is my contribution.  I got this little idea in my head, after watching 
an old Pizza Hut commercial. :)

Yes I know the story maybe a little corny, but I had to do it. :)

Feedback is welcome!

Archive: Yes

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Strolling down the quiet streets of San Francisco, the conversation was light, 
and the looks between the two, electric.  Jean-Luc Picard thought the night 
could not possible get any better.  

Earlier that day...

Jean-Luc's thoughts drifted to that of his friend. Since, before the Enterprise-D
 had crashed, the relationship between himself and his best friend, Beverly 
Crusher, had been on the rocks.  The dinners had been few and far between 
and breakfast together had completely stopped. Since their last mission, he 
thought all hope of salvaging their friendship was gone.  The look that was 
present in Beverly's eyes when he asked if it was safe to move Anij was nearly impossible to miss. He knew then that she was jealous, but at the time, he
really didn't care. The radiation playing havoc on his mind and body didn't allow 
him to see this, till he thought it was too late.

Now, back on Earth, things were starting to change. No longer effected by the
radiation, he could see why Beverly avoided him, at all cost, on the Enterprise.
They had returned for the hearing on the Ba'ku and what the council thought on 
the matter now and the last hearing had adjourned just an hour before.  Now 
they had time for a short break, before heading back to the Enterprise.  

He braced himself for her rejection, but when she agreed to dine with him he was pleased.  This gave him the opportunity to apologize for his behavior and 
hopefully revive their friendship.

He picked her up at her temporary quarters, he felt nervous, feeling like a teenager out on his first date.  His attire consisted of a light blue shirt, which was v-cut 
and stopped just above his navel.  His pants, a dark black, that fit his form perfectly in all the right places.  

When the door opened, he was not surprised by her attire, she wore a light green dress, spaghetti strapped and the hem came to her mid thigh.  The fit was tight, 
but not confining and showed off her figure well. He stared a moment at her 
well defined legs and smiled, 'Hmmm, what I would like those legs...' he let 
the thought trail off and pushed it to the back of his mind.

He smiled and crooked his arm, "Shall we?"

Beverly draped her arm through his as she replied, smiling, "Yes."

Dinner was a quiet occasion. Small talk about ships business and friends they 
hadn't seen in a long time were the main topic of conversation. Both tried to 
avoid the main issue that was on both their minds.  

The present...

Now, as they walked down the quiet street, the sound of the ocean coming into 
the bay surrounded them. The air stirred occasionally, causing Beverly's air 
to lift off her shoulders.  Jean-Luc was amazed at how much he had missed 
spending time with her.  Her whit, her perfume, and her smile, all parts that 
made her whole, that's what he missed when he had breakfast or at social 
functions.

He turned his gaze to her and she smiled at him, which made his heart melt.  
He had to speak, had to tell her how sorry he was for his behavior.  He opened 
his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, "Don't, Jean-Luc.  I know we've been 
drifting apart lately, but lets just move on and not spoil the night."

He nodded his head in agreement and said, "That's sounds wonderful.  I've 
truly enjoyed tonight."

"Me too."  She reached for his hand and squeezed it gently, "Thank you for 
inviting me."

"No, thank you for coming."

They grew silent once again.  Jean-Luc's thoughts' straying as he noticed that 
Beverly still held his hand. His face lit up with a smile.

Beverly noticed and had to ask, "What?"

Not wanting her to break contact, he answered, "Just thinking how beautiful 
you are tonight." 

The statement caused Beverly to blush. She smiled and replied, "Thank you."

As they rounded the corner of the street, two young men on bicycles rounded at 
the same time from the other direction. In order to get out their way Beverly 
moved to the left, causing her to bump into Jean-Luc and he instinctively 
wrapped his arms around her to steady her. As the bicycles and their riders 
continued, shouting back their apologies.  Jean-Luc turned to ask if Beverly 
was all right - at the same time, Beverly was doing the same. Their eyes locked, 
their mouth's, mere inches apart.  Both feeling the familiar pull as their 
mouths met in a tentative kiss. 

They pulled apart only long enough for Beverly to wrap her arms around his neck,
his arms snaking around her waist, as they met again, this time in a more 
passionate kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke the kiss, 
reluctantly.  Jean-Luc smiled as he leaned towards her ear whispering in a 
husky voice, "Beverly?"

Beverly grinned, breathing heavily, "Yes...let's go to my...quarters."

Once they reluctantly released each other, Jean-Luc took her hand into his, 
as they walked back to her quarters.  The silence, necessary in order to keep 
them from resuming the kiss.

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Once they reached the door to her quarters, the familiar heat started to rise in Beverly's belly as she twisted the knob on the door.  Once the door was 
opened and they were safely inside, they immediately resumed what they had 
started on the street.  This time, the kiss had more meaning, as their hands 
started to roam over the other's body.

Beverly backed slowly towards her bedroom, pulling Jean-Luc with her as her 
hands went under his shirt.  Breaking the kiss only for a moment as Beverly 
removed his shirt and threw it to the couch.  Jean-Luc placed his hands under 
the hem of her shirt and did the same with the offending garment, before 
capturing her mouth once again.

They continued their journey to her bedroom, as they kissed, their hands roamed 
to discover each other's body's. Once in the bedroom, Beverly's legs met the 
edge of the bed, they fell, with Jean-Luc on top, yet, never breaking from 
their kiss or hold.

Beverly wrapped a leg around Jean-Luc and thrust her pelvis, turning them over 
so that she was on top.  She broke the kiss and looked down into the eyes of 
Jean-Luc.  What she saw nearly sent her over the edge. The desire and love 
etched into his eyes and face made her smile. She reached behind her back, 
undoing the clasps of her strapless, silk bra. She let the garment fall into 
her hands, then tossed it to the floor. 

Jean-Luc's hands slide up her sides, making there way to her breast.  He cupped 
them and sat up to take one nipple into his mouth, the other he rubbed lightly 
with the tip of his thumb, then taking it between his thumb and forefinger. 
Beverly arched her back to meet his mouth and finger, grasping his shoulders.  
A moan escaped from her lips, as his fingers twisted her nipple gently, his 
mouth suckling on the other.

He continued his teasing of her nipple and then began to kiss his way down her 
body.  Once he reached the small crop of curls, he smiled, as she arched her 
back conveying her need to feel him.  He obliged by flicking his tongue out to 
the small bud nestled in the center, wanting to taste her essence, as Beverly 
moaned and dug her fingernails deep into his shoulders at the sensation that 
was sent through her. Jean-Luc continued to lick the small bud, while his fingers gently teased her nipple.  The other hand slowly made its' way down her body. Once it reached the opening to her desire, he began to make small circles on the outside, 
teasing more, while flicking his tongue. Beverly moaned and grabbed the pillow, 
digging her nails into the cotton fabric as the waves of desire coursed through 
her. She hadn't felt like this in a long time and to finally make love to 
Jean-Luc was all she needed to send her over the edge. 

Jean-Luc could tell that her peak was near, not wanting her to enjoy this 
moment without him, he stopped his ministrations. He kissed his way back up 
her body, once he reached her mouth he stopped.

Beverly could see his hesitation in kissing her; maybe he was worried that she 
would not like to taste herself on his lips.  She stopped all his fears, as she placed 
her hand on the back of his neck, bringing him to her mouth.  The kiss was 
hungry from unfulfilled desire from both.  As the kiss continued, Beverly 
gasped into his mouth, as his hard desire entered her in one smooth stroke. 
Jean-Luc closed his eyes, as her internal muscles clamped around his hard shaft, 
the sensation nearly sending him over the edge.

His rational mind closed down, as the desire began anew. He began to pump his 
hips with all his heart into her as deep as he could, wanting to feel ever 
inch of her core. By the same token, Beverly pushed her hips to meet his every 
thrust, wanting to feel his entire length.

The kiss broke, as Jean-Luc began to make his way back to her breast.  He took 
a nipple into his mouth, suckling it like his life depended on it.  

"Yes," Beverly said.

Jean-Luc released the nipple and looked into her eyes, slowing the pace down 
some. He leaned over to whisper in her ear,  "Are you enjoying it?" 

Beverly smiled, "Yes. Don't stop, please!"

Jean-Luc began to pump harder again, as Beverly scratched her nails slowly down 
his back, causing goose bumps to appear.

Beverly's muscles began to contract even more as they looked into each other's 
eyes, both close to the final orgasm.  The only words that were uttered, came 
from Beverly's mouth, "Oh God, Jean-Luc..." as the wave crashed over her, 
followed by a loud grunt as Jean-Luc joined her.

Spent and somewhat sweaty, Jean-Luc clasped on top of Beverly, who wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Once Jean-Luc regained some energy, he rolled off 
to lay next to her, pulling her to him.  He kissed her ear lob and whispered, 
"I enjoyed that."

Beverly arched her eyebrow, smiling mischievously; "I should hope so."

Both laughed slightly. When the laughter stopped, Beverly turned to look into 
his eyes.  The smiling hazel orbs were all the confirmation she need of the 
question she wanted to purpose.  He too, didn't not regret this act, this act 
of love making.  The love, may still be unspoken, but was evident as she turned 
and spooned her body to his - his arm, wrapped tightly around her waist, was 
all the comfort she need.

Beverly sighed, "Umm, yes, makin' it great."

Jean-Luc laughed, "What?"

"Nothing," Beverly said, as she squeezed his arm, drifting off to sleep.

The End