From Arachnethe2@darmstadt.netsurf.de Sun Oct 04 22:41:26 1998 Path: news2.ispnews.com!hub1.ispnews.com!europa.clark.net!4.1.16.34!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!la-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!posted-from-earthlink!alexas From: Arachnethe2 Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: REP/REV Earl Grey (TNG, P/Q, NC-17, bdsm) Date: Sun, 04 Oct 1998 23:41:26 -0700 Organization: EarthLink Network, Inc. Lines: 181 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: pool039-max12.ds8-ca-us.dialup.earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Posted-Path-Was: alexas X-ELN-Date: Sun Oct 4 23:40:21 1998 X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:11380 Subject: REP/REV Earl Grey (TNG, P/Q, NC-17, bdsm) Date: Sun, 04 Oct 1998 20:58:08 +0100 From: Arachnethe2 Organization: OMNILINK -- your link to the Net To: alt-startrek-creative-erotica-moderated@uunet.uu.net Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Title: Earl Grey Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TNG Part: 1/1 Rating: [NC-17] Codes: P/Q Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount Pictures. This is a piece of amateur fan fiction. I make no money off it. Summary: You know, you have read too much P/Q stories in the last time English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors. Feedback is always appreciated. As always, my thank belongs to greywolf my editor. Earl Grey (TNG, P/Q, NC-17, bdsm) Written by Arachnethe2... ...for auntie Ruth and her wife atara. "Q! I have to work." "Of course Jean-Luc. You can continue...any time..." "I can't concentrate, if you are doing *this* to me." "What?" Q's tongue wandered along Picard's jaw up to his ear. The captain of the Enterprise tried desperately not to sigh from pleasure. But with his omnipotent lover on his lap, sensing the warmth Q's body was radiating and the sensuous mouth... "Ahhh..." Q chuckled against Picard's skin. He always loved these small victories. Yes, he knows how much the job means to Jean-Luc. But ... After all he could never completely suppress the hints of jealousy from time to time. For example now. "You work too much, Johnny," Q tugged at the fastening of Picard's uniform. "Q!" "Q what?" "Stop that!" Picard jumped out of the chair as quickly as possible and he headed toward the replicator, leaving behind a very disappointed omnipotent entity. "Earl Grey," he ordered and Q watched to his dismay Jean-Luc changing from the playful lover to the dutiful, disciplined and stiff starship captain. "Dammit Johnny, you are as horny as me." "Perhaps Q," Picard adjusted his uniform and Q watched the human's hand making an obvious effort not to continue with the adjustment some centimetres deeper. "But as we both agreed, with our relationship, I warned you, that sometimes the moment would come, when duty has to go first." Q groaned. Sometimes, he really hated Johnny's ship, Johnny's rank, Johnny's duty... and even Johnny's Earl Grey. He looked at the steaming cup between them. "I know, this has all lasted far too long. There was the first contact mission, then the difficulties at the Neutral Zone, the dangerous confrontation with the Cardassians thereafter ..." Earl Grey, steaming at Picard's table... "...then the urgent supplies for 'Gaveelian Colony'..." ...hot and dark, drops of liquid condensed on the glass edge... "...and then the unpleasant case of Lwaxana Troi, coming on board, followed by three horny Ferengi..." ...Earl Grey... "Q!" He stirred. "What?" "You didn't listen to me!" "Oh I did Jean-Luc. Horny, you said something like horny as a Ferengi." "No not like a Ferengi...Oh, I mean..." Too late... In a glint of second Q appeared behind him and from one moment to another Picard heard a 'snip' of Q's fingers, and then he found himself bent over the table, nose to nose to his cup of tee. Instead of the uniform trousers he felt hot hands pressing against his cheeks and a cock between them. A loud moan of pleasure escaped him. "You do like it, Johnny don't you?" A pair of smooth lips touched Picard's ear: "Tell me," Q purred on the highest arousing level. And then, he moved. "I ... have to ... work..." "No, no, mon ami," Q's voice purred again... ...moved... "...you need to relax." ...moved, faster... Instead of answering, Picard moaned again. ...faster... "...then say stop and I will..." "Any toys this time?" Even while moving toward an orgasm Picard managed to get a bit of sarcasm in his voice. Q increased his thrusts into Picard, beginning to pant, too. The human beneath him was close to coming. "I never said there would be any, Johnny..." The steaming cup in front of Picard's nose disappeared and before the human could realise, what was going to happen he felt the hot liquid flowing down his ass and the burning sensation on the delicate skin had sent him over the edge. He came all over the table in his office. Q released him, but although panting and dizzy from his own orgasm he couldn't resist to ask: "How was your tea, mon capitaine?" Picard's hand found blindly a Padd, typed something and handed it to Q over his shoulder: THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH SUGAR. 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