From David_Blackstone@prodigy.net Thu Apr 16 19:34:38 1998 Path: news5.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!news-peer-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.internetmci.com!207.217.77.43!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: "David Blackstone" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: NEW:More Q's In The Night [NC-17] TNG [T/Q(f)] Date: Thu, 16 Apr 1998 19:34:38 -0700 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 255 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.152.48 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news5.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:6644 TITLE: More Q's in the Night CODES: NC-17 TNG [T/Q(f)] PART: 1/1 AUTHOR: Agincourt AUTHOR'S W.P: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shadowlands/3283/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Just a short one for now, folks ... but I've been trying to get this one right for two weeks now, so I hope it works. Deanna gets another visit from averybody's favorite female Q, as she appeared on Voyager, played by Suzie Plakson (sp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- The wind was cold, and Deanna hugged herself to keep warm. The house was not much further, but she was beginning to think she should have paid for site-to-site transport after all. She continued walking, wondering whether her mother or Mr. Hom had remembered that she would be staying there while on shore leave on Betazed. If they hadn't remembered to leave the environmental controls on, it would take days to reheat it. The house was huge. She rounded the bend, and the house loomed over her like a great gaudy castle. My mothers' taste strikes again, she mused. If she just didn't insist on moving every couple years at least I could get used to them. Never a dull moment. The door was keyed to her voice, which was a good sign. It swung open, rather than sliding into the walls like those of a starship, and closed abruptly behind her again when she entered. It was dark, but warm. As she looked around, lights began coming on, and she saw that her mother had left her several packages. She was examining them when the fireplace sprang to life on it's own. Mother must have spent a fortune on the autocontrols for this house, Deanna thought. Well, what good is money if you can't spend it. And after all, since she walks around naked half the time ... " There you are little one. " Lwaxanna's voice appeared, as did her disembodied holographic head. " Oh, I've got no head, These things are terrible. Mr. Hom!" presently a body appeared beneath her mothers' head, and that seemed to comfort the holoimage. " I just wanted to leave you a message ... so you won't feel so alone while you're there ... if you are alone ... I suppose it's too much for a mother to hope that her little one has brought a man home. " Deanna scowled. Her mother could nag her even from a thousand light years away. " Anyway, there's plenty of food, and I asked my neighbor to keep an eye on you. Jovar Hogg, a dreadful man, but he's the best I could do on such short notice. Maybe if the conference gets done on time I can catch you before you leave. I love you." The head dissapeared, but the body remained. " Mr. HOM!! " now the body was gone, and Deanna was alone. A little peace and quiet is all I need, she thought. Soon, she had fixed herself a chocolate concoction of some description, and was curled up on the couch in front of the fire. In her hands was a good novel, a real book, bound and everything. Picard had given it to her. " Sense and Sensibility. " Well, there was a chance it was good. He had said it was 'great literature, you'll love it. ' A few pages later, she was unconvinced. What did these people DO? did they have jobs? did they do anything to better themselves?! And I hate it when the woman has to be 'rescued' by the man. So trite. She put the book down on her lap and stared at the fire. " Maybe I should have asked will to come down with me ... " She winced as soon as she said it. Part of her did want that, but ... not the part of her she liked. Why set myself up for another fall. " Maybe ... " "Maybe you should spend less time thinking about what you're going to do, and more time doing. Literally. " A familiar voice interrupted her musing. Deanna looked over, and in the big armchair where she had sat on her father's knee, was Q. Not the Q who had given her captain so much grief over the years, but .... *her* Q. " Oh, we're possessive, are we? I'm sure Q would be jealous. " the wry redhead observed. " I'm ... surprised. " " Of course. " the redhead stood up and walked over, picking up the book as it lay in Deanna's lap. " I love this one. A perfect description of life in the continuum. Of course, I suppose you thought it was about England ... " " Jane Austen was ... " " Of course she is. I had lunch with her yesterday. Of course, it wasn't precisely yesterday, but I can't think of any other way of putting it that you'd understand. So ..." she sat down on the couch beside Troi, and placed the book on the table in front of them " why didn't you invite beardo along for a romantic weekend. Troi laughed in spite of herself. " Beardo!? " that was a new one. " He's ... " " He's a male, and you're horny. Put one and one together. " " I'm not sure I want to open that particular can of denebian slime worms again. " Deanna sighed, and closed her eyes. What about Q? Why aren't you with him ?" " Tsk, tsk ... so linear. I am with him, sweetheart. " the redhead sighed. " And I'm also with you. " She stuck her finger in the chocolate sauce of Deanna's dinner, and brought it to her lips. " Mmm. There's very few things I understand about you humanoids, but chocolate is NOT one of those things. " " What would you like to know? " Deanna asked, her interest piqued. " Oh .... for example, why you all insist in thinking in such linear terms. Either or. One or the other. It's depressing. " " Meaning? " " Meaning. If you don't want Beardo, why not someone else? " Beardo again. " Like who? Who would I ... " " I think you know the answer to that. " The redhead smiled coyly. " You didn't come all the way here just to seduce me, did you? Am I that easy a mark? " Troi queried in disbelief. " So linear. All what way? I'm a Q. The universe is my front room. " she scooped another gob of chocolate sauce onto her finger, and this time held it to Deanna's lips. " And there's no such thing as an easy mark. " Deanna hesitated, and then gave in to the visceral pleasure of the moment, taking the woman's finger in her mouth, sucking the chocolate from it. She did not do it quickly. " That's a good girl. Why don't you think I would want to seduce you? You're reasonably attractive, for an ephemeral. " " Oh, thank you *so* much. " Troi laughed. " And you haven't taken my advice. It was " she began speaking in a very austere tone " incumbent upon me to come and re- impart my wisdom. " " Is *that* what you call what we did that night? " Deanna teased. It was very easy to forget that she was speaking to an immortal, all-powerful being. The other Q never let you forget it. " Of couse, if you don't want to .... " the readhead brought her hand up as if about to whisk herself away into the depths of space. " NO! " Deanna cried out, before she could help herself. Embarrassed, she continued " You can stay if you want .. ." " Of couse I can, my dear ... but do *you* want? " Deanna already made up her mind, but instinctively she paused. The significance of saving face was not lost on Q. " Yes, I want you to stay. As long as you like. " She held out her hand, and the redhead took it. " I have a question first. " the redhead said, serious. " I have to ask. In the next room ... there's a .... a ... bathtub full of *mud*. What is that about? " Deanna laughed in spite of herself. This was turning out to be a good weekend after all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- Presently the two women were ensconced in the mudbath, after Deanna had taken the time to pin up Q's hair for her. The environmental computer was playing some soft Betazoid music, probably one of her mothers' favorites. " Well, I admit it. " The redhead said. " I admit it. Mortals can occasionaly come up with some good ideas. This is very relaxing. " " Don't get too relaxed " Deanna smirked. " Don't worry, my dear, I have big plans for you. Dinner on the eigth moon of Fovula, dancing in zero-g in orbit around Cawlax, and then ... " " I was thinking ... we could stay in. " Deanna said, amusing herself with the domesticity of the moment. "You are what I believe is called a 'cheap date'. " the redhead said, with a perfectly straight face, and it took a moment for Deanna to realize that she was teasing. " And what's wrong with being domestic? You have such short lives, there's only so much time to procreate ... you have to set up a stable environment. " " I think you understand us more than you'd like to admit. " Deanna observed, splashing mud at her companion. " Hey. Don't make me spank you. " the redhead wagged a finger at Troi, and they laughed again. Deanna was still laughing when Q made her way through the mud to her and put her slippery arms around Deanna's neck. " You have mud in your hair. " " So do you. " Deanna kissed her gently on the mouth.The warmth of the mud and the warmth of their bodies encased her, and she felt weightless. After a very long time, she pulled her face away. " Lets go get cleaned up. This mud tends to get into some very inconvenient places. " " No problem. " The redhead raised her arm, obviously intending to blink the mud away, or blink them out of the mud, or something along those lines. " No! " Deanna grabbed her arm, which was difficult as they were both slippery. " I was thinking of something more ... domestic. The shower's just in there." Troi led the redhead out of the mudbath and into the bathroom, where the large shower stall was. " Oh, water. How quaint. " " Water can be a lot of fun. " Troi said, adjusting the controls so that a steady stream of water came from the ornate gold spigots in the wall. The two women stepped in, and the shower closed around them, water now coming from all directions. It was cool, but not cold, and the mud began to slide from their bodies and swirl down the drain in the floor. " Mmmm. " Deanna closed her eyes as she felt the redhead's hands on her. They rubbed across her breasts, loosing the mud collected there. They were soon joined by a pair of lips, and a mouth, which met her own before moving down her body to explore the newly cleaned skin. When Deanna was clean, she immediately went to work on Q's body, leaving not an inch of white skin untouched. The familiar shape of her breasts filled Deanna's mouth, the nipples growing harder with every flick of the tongue. Her hands ran up and down the redhead's legs till they were spotless, the slippery mud being replaced by the slickness of the water. Soon her hands moved up to where Q's legs met, and as she ran her thumb gently over the woman's clitoris, she looked up, and saw that her eyes were squeezed shut in an expression of sheer pleasure. As she fastened her teeth ever so gently on one nipple, and slipped one finger inside the woman's vagina, she heard a moan of ecstacy in her mind. " You like that? " The redhead nodded, and gasped, unable to speak. The answer came again in her mind. *I want you lick me ...* Deannas' lips spoke the words even as her mind did. " I was planning on it. " she stood up in the shower, and once again took the redhead by the hand. " But let's go where we'll be more comfortable. " *Whatever you say.* *I'm surprised you're being so passive ...* *It's your house* In a moment, they were sprawled on her mother's huge bed. Part of Deanna wondered why her mother needed such a huge bed. Most of her didn't want to know. " Are you afraid she might be doing what we're doing? " Q teased, able to speak again. Deanna answered by burying her face between Q's legs. Her lips and tongue attacked the redhead's clitoris, and she felt the woman's legs cross over her back, the ankles locked in a death grip that she was sure would not release until the moment of orgasm. That was fine with Deanna. She set to work kneading her breasts with her hands, and it was clear that Q would be unable to speak intelligibly for quite a while. When the moment came, Deanna began to feel it herself. As the grip on her tightened, she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her, as if she were on the recieving end instead of the giving. *Oh my ... * she heard Q's voice in her head again, but it was in the background, far behind what she was experiencing. The pleasure buffeted her like a storm at sea, and when it was done, she found herself laying across the woman's body like a limp rag-doll. " Well, " Q said, and snapped her fingers. A lit cigarette appeared between her fingers, and she drew it to her mouth for a long pull. The smoke escaped in a languid stream from her lips. " Was it good for you? " " I have one question. " Deanna said, snuggling up beside Q. " Why is it you always want to ask questions after sex. Isn't that rude?" came the exasperated answer. " Don't you know? You're omniscient. " " Oh, Q can never really tell what's rude. It's just another price of omniscience. What's your question, my little plaything? " " Did you or did you not come here to seduce me? You evaded the question earlier. " Deanna looked up at the radiant face of her lover. " Deanna ... " Q took another pull on the cigarette, then blinked it out of existance as quickly as it had come. " Of course I did. It's not like I had anything better to do ... " --------------------------------------------------------- -- Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com