From mercutio@europa.com Fri 06 Oct 95 17:20:54 From: thegiff@ix.netcom.com (Ruth Gifford ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek,alt.fan.q Subject: NEW STORY: "Camping Holiday" (Picard/Q, NC-17) Date: 2 Oct 1995 04:53:08 GMT Message-ID: <44nr7k$epi@ixnews4.ix.netcom.com> As usual, the action figures I got for my birthday (Q and Picard-- the larger sized talking ones no less) have been up to no good, and with a few accessories from my step-daughter's Barbie collection, they're acting out a revision of part of Atara's novel "Qstruck". For those of you that don't know, "Qstruck" is a PG-13 rated version of Picard and Q's tricky relationship; it's very complex, *very* good, and you should all go get it off of the FTP site and read it if you haven't already. I am (of course) completely unbiased, so you can *trust* me on this one. To understand the following vignette, all you really need to know is that Q is on the Enterprise (powers intact), chasing Picard (who is clueless about the reason for Q's interest). Picard decides that Q needs to learn how humans interact with nature and they go hiking together on the planet Rydal. At the end of the hike Picard beds down for the night, and Q sits and watches him sleep all night. *Nothing* happens, because Atara was being subtle. Subtlety is a good thing, but when there are two action figures in one sleeping bag on the dresser, subtlety does not come to mind, and so I present the following. Thanks go to Mercutio for a scene she sent me that gave me the boost ;-) needed to finish this. This is for Atara, because she is my twin star, and our binary system that will last until the Big Crunch. Characters by Paramount, Setting and Backstory by Atara Stein, Annoyingly Romantic Rewrite by Ruth Gifford. (Accessories by Mattel). Camping Holiday (or; Qstruck Revisited) Ruth Gifford (c) 1995 Later, thinking things over, Picard wasn't sure what woke him, the light touch on his arm, or the feeling that he was being watched. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even as he struggled to consciousness. He was on Rydal; he had gone hiking with Q. But why was Q...? Was *this* why Q was on board the Enterprise? After all of Q's evasions of Picard's questions, the real reason was something this simple? Picard thought of the way his skin shivered every time Q touched him and the increasing comfort he had begun to feel around his omnipotent companion. //"I've been such an idiot,"// he thought, forgetting that Q was in the habit of reading his thoughts. The hand was immediately snatched from his arm. //"Yes, but which particular instance are you talking about?"// Q asked, trying to cover his chagrin at having been caught out. //"No,"// Picard replied, finally realizing *why* he liked the intimacy of his telepathic connection to Q. //"Please, don't try to be clever. Is it really *me*? Is that why you're here?"// Q didn't reply, and Picard reached up and took the entity's hand. //"Why didn't you tell me?"// Q stared down at Picard in surprise. Picard shouldn't be taking this as well as he was. Q knew him, better than Picard knew himself; he had absorbed all of Picard's mind while trying to save the captain's sanity. So why was Picard so accepting now? //"I didn't think you'd take it very well,"// he replied. //"You were probably right. But now that I've seen a different side of you... Q, you have saved my sanity, my career; you have done so much for me in the last few days..."// Even telepathically Picard knew he wasn't making any sense. He gripped Q's hand tighter, and tugged gently. "If you *were* as Human as you look, you'd be rather cold right now," he said aloud. As Q stared at him in mute amazement, Picard tugged a little harder. //"I've wanted this, what am I waiting for?"// Q asked himself. He pushed aside his power, not renouncing it, just *ignoring* it for a while. He knew Picard well enough to know that this all-important first time would mean more and be easier if they seemed to be equals. He shivered as he let Picard pull him down; it *really* was cold out here. Picard felt the shiver and moved over, encouraging Q to join him under the thermal blanket. Although the captain wasn't cold, he knew that he too was shivering. It was one thing to know that Q's feelings for him were serious, it was another thing to realize that somehow his own feelings for Q had grown so quickly without his being consciously aware of them. But waking to Q's hand on his arm had told him all he needed to know. Q could have done so much to get what he wanted; he could have just snapped his fingers and forced Picard to...do anything. But he hadn't, instead he had simply watched as the captain had slept. It was a gesture of such tenderness that Picard couldn't help but respond to it. He shivered again as Q brushed a finger across his eyebrow. "No powers, Jean-Luc," the entity said softly. It was the right thing to say; the last of Picard's worries about his own feelings vanished. He reached up, and pulled Q's head down, kissing him gently. When their mouths separated, Picard asked, "have you ever...like this? I mean, without your powers?" "Yes. Have *you* ever...like this? I mean, with a man?" Q deliberately echoed Picard, even in a moment of extreme importance he couldn't resist teasing the object of his affections. "No," Picard replied quietly. Q thought a moment, and then shifted until he was lying below Picard. "It's all up to you, then, Mon Capitaine." His rich voice made a caress out of the teasing nickname and Picard shivered yet again. He wasn't frightened, nervous yes, worried yes, but not frightened. He reached down and ran his fingers through Q's hair. "Thank you," he said softly, and then bent his head to *really* kiss Q, feeling his partner's mouth open under his. Even through the bulk of their clothing he could tell that Q was aroused and knew that Q could tell the same of him. Just knowing that made him feel better. They both wanted this, even though neither of them knew where it would lead. More confident now, Picard broke the kiss to ask, "it's all up to me?" Q nodded. "Then I want you to show me what to do." //"Trust,"// Q thought, in awe. //"He trusts me."// He slid his hands up Picard's back, finding the fastening of Picard's uniform tunic. The tunic was tossed aside, followed quickly by Picard's undershirt. Q shifted again until they were lying on their sides facing each other. He slowly began to touch Picard, his fingers gentle on the other man's skin. Although he had said he wouldn't use his powers and that he would experience this as a Human, he cheated somewhat, forcing his own need into a back corner of his mind. Picard began to relax, at the same time finding himself more tense, but that was all right, it was the familiar tension of desire. He moaned as Q's fingertips found a sensitive spot along his collarbone, then gasped as he felt those fingers brush against one of his nipples. In spite of his increasing arousal, Picard *had* to do something in response to what he was feeling, and so his hands moved to Q shirt, tugging at it. Q chuckled and moved to help him and the t-shirt was tossed off into the night. Picard pulled Q into his arms, needing...wanting the contact of skin against skin. Their mouths met again in a prolonged kiss; Q nibbled slightly at Picard's lips, causing the captain to shiver again. Q was paying attention to every detail, noticing each shiver and gasp. Judging the time to be right, his hand moved lower, brushing across the front of Picard's uniform pants. Picard groaned and then held his breath as Q's hand moved with a bit more pressure. Once again Q chuckled, but it was a chuckle of delight, not malice. His hands moved to the waistband of Picard's pants. Suddenly Picard laughed slightly, as aroused as he was, it sounded a little shaky. "What's so funny?" Q asked, pleased that he could make Picard feel this good. "My boots," the captain replied. "I've done *this* before and the boots are a real problem." Q sighed and snapped his fingers. There was no burst of white light, but they were both suddenly naked. "My patience does not extend to grappling with boots," Q said. He gently reached out and took Picard into his arms. He expected some slight resistance, but once again he was surprised. It was as if, having decided that this was going to happen, Picard had given in to the idea with no reservations. In silent gratitude for Picard's trust, Q did everything he could to make sure the whole experience was good as he could make it for his lover. He slowly kissed his way down Picard's chest, stopping to tease the other man's nipples with lips and tongue. His lips then continued to move downward. Picard moaned, this was *so* good. It was only to be expected really, this was someone who knew everything there was to know about him. The captain shied away from that thought, he didn't want to think of how overwhelmingly powerful his...lover really was. Right now it was enough to know that Q was winding him up tighter and tighter with every touch, every caress, every nibble. It seemed that just before Picard was at the point where he would be willing to break down and beg for the next touch, Q touched him. Q smiled to himself. There would be times when he *would* wait, times when he would force Picard to move beyond his precious control, but not *now*. Picard was still too vulnerable, too raw from his experience as a Q. To reduce him to begging now would shatter the relationship before it started. Not to mention the fact that Q didn't really want to reduce Picard at the moment. This feeling of tenderness surprised him a little, and he smiled again. Then, knowing that the teasing had to end, he gently slid his mouth over Picard's straining erection. "Ohhh..." Picard groaned as he felt the wetness and the heat surround him. Q's hands were caressing his hips and he writhed in delirious pleasure as the mouth around his penis exerted just the right amount of pressure in just the right rhythm. Picard's hands clenched at his sleeping mat and after a few moments, he tried, through his groans, to warn Q. "I...can't take...ohhh God..." One of Q's hands covered one of Picard's hands, exerting a gentle pressure. At the same time, Picard felt Q's tongue run firmly along the underside of his penis. With a hoarse, choking cry, Picard gave in to the orgasm that rushed over him, every nerve in his body concentrated on that *one* spot. He was completely unaware that he was gripping Q's hand as if he were holding on to a lifeline. When it was over, Picard felt boneless, and he was content to remain still as Q moved up to take him into his arms. Looking down at the captain's relaxed face, seeing the tension lines (lines that been too pronounced lately) smoothed out, made Q feel much better than he had felt in a *very* long time. It was another new sensation to him, this desire to please someone this much, and he knew himself well enough to know that he would have to balance this tenderness with some kind of gesture to remind Picard of just who was the Q here. Before he could do anything, however, Picard stirred in his arms, reaching up a hand to caress Q's face. "What can I do?" Picard asked. Q looked down at him in faint surprise. "For you," the captain continued. "That was...amazing. I don't remember it ever being that good. I want to return the favor, but I don't know that I can make *you* feel that good." Surprising himself, Q replied seriously. "There is one thing, but I'll understand if you're not ready..." Picard silenced him by pulling his head down and kissing him. Q shivered as the kiss went on. Jean- Luc was wrong, he *did* know how to make Q feel good. This physical acceptance of Q was more than the entity had really expected from Picard this soon. Not to mention that when it came to kissing someone, Jean-Luc certainly knew what he was doing. When the captain broke the kiss, Q was about to ask for another one, but then Picard did something that amazed him even more. "I *am* ready," Picard whispered, and moving carefully in Q's arms, he rolled over until he was resting on his stomach. He experienced a flutter of nervousness, but he ignored it as he waited for Q's reaction. He felt Q's mouth on the back of his neck, teeth nibbling at his skin. "Are you sure?" Q whispered in Picard's ear, remembering -- and knowing that the captain would too -- the many times that he had whispered in Picard's ear before. How had Jean-Luc known that he would be feeling the need to reassert his dominance? And then Picard said the one thing that was so perfect, so right, that Q (in keeping with his borrowed human form) almost broke down and wept. "I *need* you." The End ******************* "I am the fly who dreams of the spider The path to the web becomes deeper and wider I dream of the silk that is tangled inside you And know that I want to be somewhere beside you I'm drawn to you I'm caught in you paths of desire October Project -- ****************** "The intrepid Spaceman Spiff is stranded on a distant planet! .our hero ruefully acknowledges that this happens fairly frequently.." Calvin and Hobbes "And should some crisis erupt, as it seemes to do on this ship with frightening regularity, I can get you back here in an instant." Q to Picard in "Qstruck"