From DAVID_BLACKSTONE@prodigy.net Sat Jan 31 17:23:06 1998 Path: news9.ispnews.com!news8.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!news-xfer.siscom.net!204.186.110.126.MISMATCH!ptdnetP!newsgate.ptd.net!fastnet!news-pen-1.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-backup-east.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!206.250.118.17!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: "DAVID_BLACKSTONE" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: NEW:Q's In the Night (Troi/Q(f) NC-17 Date: Sun, 01 Feb 1998 00:23:06 GMT Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 403 Sender: ascem@earthlink.net (ASCEM) Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <34d3bc15.25435150@news.earthlink.net> Reply-To: DAVID_BLACKSTONE@prodigy.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.151.182 X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.11/32.235 Xref: news9.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:4052 From: "DAVID_BLACKSTONE" To: "ASCEM" Subject: NEW:Q's In the Night (Troi/Q(f) NC-17 Date: Sat, 31 Jan 1998 07:41:21 -0500 Here's one I just finished ( in one sitting ) I got a response about the first one, so I guess that means you got it .... thanks -Agincourt Qs in the Night (Troi/Q(f)who appeared on Voyager)) NC-17 " Jean-Luc, you really must learn to let your ... hair down. This sitting around in your office reading archeological reports simply won't do." Picard's head shot up " Q! When will you ever learn to ask someone's permission before you enter a room!? " his exasperation was evident. " Nonsense, a Q doesn't need anyone's permission to do anything, least of all that of a mortal, even " Q dissapeared and then immediately reappeared behind Picard " one so entertaining as yourself. And when will YOU realize that you'd much rather be digging in the dirt on Gonalas II with the people in that report than sitting here in your office waiting for your weekly opportunity to save the universe from the Romulans or the Cardassians or some other dubious threat? " He grinned. " For your information, Q, I am quite satisfied with my choice of career. Furthermore, I find it difficult to believe that you are concerned with whether or not I am living up to my potential! " Picard closed the folding computer screen into his desk. " I presume there's a reason you're disturbing me? " " Disturbing!? Oh, that's typical. I come halfway through space and time to enjoy your company " Q clutched his chest in mock despair " and I'm DISTURBING you ... I am truly wounded, Jean-Luc, really I am. " " Has the continuum kicked you out again? " Picard stood, as the door to the ready room opened, revealing Riker. " Q, what is it this time? Isn't there anyone else you could be harassing? " Riker scowled. Q snapped his fingers and Riker dissapeared. " I still think he looked much better without all that awful facial hair ... " " Q! Bring my first officer back at ONCE. " Picard used his best command voice. Q rolled his eyes. " Oh, very well. " He snapped again and Riker re-appeared, just as he had been before. " It's allright, Will, Q and I were merely ... discussing why he's chosen to visit us again. " Picard motioned for Riker to leave them, which the first officer reluctantly did. " Quite right, Jean-Luc. " Q blinked himself onto the couch. " I was feeling lonely .. things have been quite boring in the continuum since the end of the war, you know, and ... " " War? What war? There was a war in the Continuum? " Picards' interest now was piqued. " Well " Q squirmed almost imperceptibly " we prefer to call it a 'police action', of course. But I assure you, the side of right and justice emerged triumphant! " Q finished with a flourish of the hands, and Picard raised an eyebrow. " Indeed. " " Indeed yourself. Have you become Vulcan in my absence? " Q blinked to a position beside Picard and examined his ears. " No.. just as well. Vulcans are so tiresome, wouldn't you agree?" Suddenly, a beautiful red-head in a starfleet Admirals' uniform appeared with a flash on the couch. " Really, Q " she said " Did you think I wouldn't figure out you were here? You ALWAYS come here when you're bored. " -------------------------------------- Troi felt the muscles in her legs objecting to the stretching motions of the calesthenics program, but ignored the nagging pain. " Beverly, I just don't think Will is ready to commit to anything but his career. And even that ... " She thought of the several commands the Riker had passed up to remain on the Enterprise, most recently that of the USS George Washington, a heavy cruiser currently stationed in sector 001. " But there's obviously still something there. " Crusher panted while touching her head to her knees, pat of her warm-down. " Maybe Will isn't what I'm looking for right now anyway. " Troi observed matter-of-factly. Crusher immediately stopped and looked at her. " Since when? " " Well, my experiences with men " She gave unusual accent to the word men " haven't exactly been positive lately. " " What about that ensign from Stellar Cartography? He's ... " Deanna interrupted " an ensign. And anyway, one thing I've learned is NOT to get involved with people who I see as a counselor. And since I'm still the only counselor aboard the Enterprise, that rules out, well, roughly everyone. " She sighed " I think I'm just not up to dealing with men and their foibles right now. " She stood, stretching her arms Beverly stood as well, and reached for her towel " Since when does the fact that he's an ensign have anything to do with it? And if not him, we ARE at a starbase ... there are plenty of people within " She grinned " striking distance who you don't see professionally. And furthermore, it's not like you've limited yourself to men, historically speaking." They passed a knowing look. " I know, Beverly. " She said softly. " Maybe you're right, maybe I should find some poor unsuspecting soul and have a ... one-night-stand. " Just what the doctor ordered. " Beverly said playfully as they headed through the door of the rec center, and into the hall. ----------------------------- " Q! " said Q, looking at the couch from behind Picard. " Q. " said the redhead, a knowing smirk broadening across her face. This could easily get confusing, thought Picard. " An aquaintance of yours, Q? " he adressed his question to the omnipotent being hiding behind him. " Oh, more than just an aquaintance, Captain Picard. " She rose and placed her palms flat on the desk, leaning towards Picard's chair, her ample bosom straining at the uniform material. " Q and I are, as you might put it, mated. " " You make it sound so ... tawdry. " Q said, seriously. Then he smiled. " I LOVE that. " " Really, Q, I'm getting tired of waiting around the cosmos for you. We were supposed to watch that binary supernova go critical. I waited but you NEVER CAME. " She folded her arms across her chest. " I'm waiting... " Q again put on serious airs " Here I am, savior of all that it means to BE Q, and I am asked to account for every nanosecond of my time? You know there's no answer to where I was at any given moment, because ... " The redhead interrupted " You're NOT going to trot out that old line about being everywhere all at once are you? Really Q, it's so facile to invoke the nature of space-time just to get out of explaining yourself. She said, agitated. " This really is fascinating, but ... " Picard started to say " Stay out of this! " they both said at the same time. " See here ... " " Well, Q? I'm waiting.. " she said, ignoring Picard's protestations Q pondered a moment, and after considering her scowl, decided on a course of action. He snapped his fingers and was gone. --------------------------- Deanna ran the muscular regenerator, on it's lowest setting, over her left calf. That would do away with the discomfort of the strain. She placed it on the bed beside her, and unfastened the towel wrapped precariously around her wet hair. She was in the process of toweling her hair dry when she sensed, just for a moment, a presence in the room. She looked around, and saw nothing. " Is there someone there? " she paused, expecting a response. Her senses, although not as well developed as most Betaziods, were usually correct, and she had learned to trust them. There was, however, no response. Just my imagination, she thought. Or maybe I want someone to be here with me ... Will? No, that would just bring up the same old problems. She lost herself, temporarily, in remembering the good times she had had with Riker. Especially ... the intimacy. Riker had not been as reserved a lover as she had expected a human to be. Not perfect, she thought, but a fast learner. And he had never tired of hearing her relate her fantasies, then unexplored, about other women. Some things do change, she thought. But there were no more women she could easily share her bed with than men. She took a last look around the room, for the fleeting presence which had not really been there, she had decided, before she undid the towel around her body and slipped into her nightgown. ------------------------------- " I must apologize for Q's behavior, Captain, he hasn't been himself lately. The burdens of leadership, which I'm sure you understand .. " " Leadership? " Picard asked, as he wondered whether that was or was not the first time a Q had ever apologized to him for anything. " Oh, yes, at the end of the war " she said, not hurriedly, as she knew exactly where Q had hid himself this time " He was selected by the continuum to take on a supervisory role. " " Do you mean to tell me " Picard gasped, in mock horror " that Q is in charge of the continuum?! " " Of couse not .. " she waved her hand, as if swatting the idea away " We don't have a hierarchal system of government ... it's unnecessary for higher forms of life like the Q. He simply has a supervisory role." " Of course. " Picard smiled. " And it is a role I share with him. I'm not just here because He stood me up for a date, as you would put it, but also because he can't run out on his new responsibilities. " She stood, normally, without using her powers to 'transport' herself. Picard appreciated it, as he found all the blinking in and out disconcerting. " I'm afraid I'm distracted you long enough, Jean-Luc " She said. " Now I must be off to collect Q. " She dissapeared in a blink of light. Picard sat quietly in his chair, wondering if he could get away with not filing a contact report to headquarters about this. Nothing had really happened, he thought. They would probably be interested in the news that there had been a war in the continuum, though. He opened the computer display again, and started a new file. -------------------- Deanna lay, eyes closed, on top of her covers. She was in the midst of one of her favorite fantasies, the one about her first-year academy roomate. Instead of immediately masturbating, she made a conscious decision to allow the fantasy to run it's course in her mind before she touched herself. All the easier to imagine Noni touching her. This time when the sensation of a presence nearby again appeared in the back of her mind, she ignored it in favor of the images and sensations in her mind. That didn't last long. " Q! where are you!? I know you're in here. " a womans' voice erupted from the other room. Deanna leapt out of bed, and moved her hand to her chest to activate her comm badge. Unfortunately, she had left the badge on her uniform shirt. As she reached for the communications console on her nightstand, a redheaded woman in a starfleet uniform ... an admirals uniform, Troi noticed ... burst through the door into the bedroom. The redhead, who, Deanna noticed, was extremely beautiful and also extremely irritated, hardly seemed to notice her, and instead, seemed intent on examining the furniture. " Excuse me? " Troi said The woman looked at Troi. " Nice negligee, counselor, is that starfleet issue? Q! where ARE you!! He can be so exasperating sometimes .. " " You're looking for Q? Is there a reason you believe he's here? " " Oh, he's here, alright. Perhaps if you hadn't been so busy fantasizing about people you could have had at the TIME but did nothing ABOUT ... " The redhead observed " maybe you would have noticed him coming in. Q! " Deanna, dumbstruck, watched the woman get on her hands and knees and peer under the bed. " Well, he's not under the bed. " the redheaded entity said. " Maybe he IS the bed. " She stood back up, and crossed her arms across her front as she had in the office. " Are you ... " Troi attempted to formulate the appropriate question in her mind. " Q. Pleased to meet you. " the redhead sat heavily on the bottom corner of the bed. " I'm sorry about this. Q drives me crazy sometimes. " Troi, like Picard, wondered about Qs' apologizing. It seemed somehow out of character. Some things really do change, she thought for the second time in a day. " Especially since ... you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much. " The Q smirked. " In most societies, looking in on my ... fantasy " Troi saw no reason to be obtuse " would be an invasion of privacy. But I suppose privacy doesn't mean much to an omnipotent being. " " Please. You were beaming concentrated sexual thoughts out for all to see. If there were any vulcans on this ship they'd arrest you for indecent exposure. But ..." the redhead at least showed some contrition " I'm sorry again. I was SURE Q was here ..." she looked around the room again. Perhaps he still was, hiding and watching ... which gave her an idea. " That's alright. " Troi was actually not annoyed at the interruption. This Q was definitely more pleasant than the other. And more attractive as well. " Thank you. That's very sweet. I think you're attractive as well. " The redhead said, knowing this would be easy. Mortals usually were. Usually the ease made it not worth doing, but in this case she would make an exception. Just the possibility of making Q jealous was worth it. She watched Deanna's face turn bright red. " I'll stop reading your thoughts, dear, if it makes you uncomfortable. " The Q said gently. " You've gotten lonely on this ship, havent you? I know how it feels, waiting around for Q for millenia " Deanna wondered why she still hadn't called security. She decided that, while the obvious reason was that security couldn't do any more about Q than she could, she also was intrigued by this woman. She even found herself answering the question. " I wouldn't say lonely, per se, but ... perhaps unfulfilled. " " And that commander with the beard won't ... 'fulfill' you? " The redhead smirked " His loss. In any case, I don't think he has what you need, exactly. " Not only would it be easy, it would undoubtedly be enjoyable. The counselor was very attractive. The long curly black hair, the pleasing figure, and the ... creativity ... that existed in her mind would make it worthwhile, even if Q didn't get jealous. Which he would. Surely. " And what " Deanna said, with a knowledge of what the answer would be " do I need? " Deanna sat down beside the woman. She might not be able to sense the feelings of this Q, but she had other training to use. She knew what was going to happen, and calling security had receded entirely from her mind. " I think " the redhead moved closer to Deanna, and placed one hand gently under her face, cupping Troi's chin in her palm " You need something you should have gotten from that old roomate. Something you once got from the good Doctor ... but that doesn't really count, because you were impaired. " By one too many of those chocolate and rum concoctions Guinan had mixed her at the promotion party, Deanna thought. " I'm not impaired now. " Deanna said suggestively. She leaned forward, and the bodice of her nightgown opened slightly to reveal her cream-colored cleavage to good advantage. The credits she had spent on this nightgown had been a good investment. " But what about .. " " Q? " the redhead answered, as she moved her face closer to Deanna's. " Don't worry about Q. I'm sure he's off somewhere causing an interstellar incident. " The woman leaned forward, and allowed her lips to brush against Troi's. Their mouths teased one another before the contact deepened into a kiss. The redhead's hand, still under Deanna's chin, guided the progress of the kiss, pulling the counselor slowly deeper into it. Troi felt a tingling in her lips from the ever so soft attention, and her mouth opened slightly, allowing the womans' tongue to slide inside to meet her own. The Q's hand was now behind her head, holding her firmly as the kiss developed. The other hand was now sliding up her leg, exposed by the short hem of the nightgown. it came lightly to rest between her knees before the kiss broke. " Mmm ... " Deanna moaned, and smiled. This really is better when you're sober. " Yes? " the redhead smiled as she pushed the straps of Deanna's gown from her shoulders, exposing Trois' breasts. " Yes. " Troi said as the redhead pushed her down onto the bed, and pulled the nightgown slowly down past her waist, her knees, and finally, tossed it into the corner, where it hung on the branches of Deanna's potted plant, a present from Data. The potted plant, of course, was not at all a potted plant but much more a Q. A Q who was, instead of getting jealous as per design, was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before him. It's about time, Q thought, maybe now she'll bother someone else for awhile. As he left, replacing himself with the real potted plant, he thought that Jean-Luc would probably get a kick out of watching this as well. Too bad Picard couldn't pose as a plant every once and a while. Troi's toes curled and her eyes closed as the woman's tongue traced it's way up from her ankles, preceded by the soft stroking of her hands. It paused several times to make circles on Deanna's thighs, and then skipped up to her belly button. You missed something VERY important, Troi thought to herself. " Don't worry sweetheart, I'm just being thorough ... " The answer came in her mind this time. Deanna smiled and then gasped as she felt a soft wet mouth close over her left breast, gentle suction pulling her nipple to attention. The tongue reappeared, flicking across the tip of the nipple, and Deanna's mouth opened, her own tongue now running back and forth across her swollen lips. As she felt the womans' mouth switch to the other breast, a long, graceful finger began tracing the outline of her lips. Deanna moved her head to take the finger into her mouth, and began sucking and licking it, as she felt the redhead's other hand stroking between her legs. Troi reached out to take the womans' head in her hands, and clutched it firmly to her breasts. As the stroking between her legs became more insistent, Troi bit gently and playfully on the womans' finger as she licked the tip. The redhead responded both by closing her own teeth slightly on one nipple, and by sliding the finger she wad been stroking with slowly into Deanna's vagina. Troi gasped and shuddered with pleasure. She was afraid to move more, as the teeth fastened on her nipple bit down slightly, but as the Q's thumb found her clit, and played knowingly across it, Troi couldn't help herself from arching her back. Thankfully, the teeth released, and Deannas' reaction was rewarded by a soft suction as if to assuage the slight discomfort that, if anything, was that much more pleasurable. Troi opened her eyes now, as the redhead moved atop her, with her knees on either side of Troi's hips. Deanna noticed that the woman was naked now, her breasts hanging down over her own. Troi reached up and cupped them in her hands, her thumbs teasing the nipples as the redhead leaned slowly down and kissed her now very wet mouth. " Do you want me " said the woman quietly, reassuringly " To make love to you, Deanna? " " ... yes. " Troi moaned as the woman's hands pinched her already fully erect nipples. She felt the redhead's soft bottom come to rest on her hips. " Tell me what you want. Say the words. " The redhead was almost whispering now, and Deanna could hardly tell if it was aloud, or in her mind. " I want you " Troi gasped as the woman moved up further, her breast brushing against her lips " to make love to me ... " Deanna's tongue darted out to flick against a nipple. " I want to feel your tongue inside me. I want ... " Deanna didn't finish the sentence, but instead closed her mouth around the redhead's breast, sucking it, her tongue playing back and forth against the nipple. In a strangely lucid thought, Troi noticed how satisfying it was. She had expected there to be something missing... The breast popped unceremoniously out of her mouth as the woman moved off her, turning around to face the foot of the bed. She swung her left leg back across Deanna, so that she was straddling the Betazoid, but facing down. Deanna almost instinctively grabbed the womans' hips between her two hands, and pulled them over her face. She was allowing the redhead's scent to fill her nostrils when she first felt the mouth on her, the tongue pushing it's way between her labia, and further in, until it felt like it was as deep inside as any man had ever been. Worf included, she thought. Her own tongue now searched hesitantly for what she knew was it's destination, finding it almost immediately. The taste was ... the taste was pleasant, another surprise. Beverly and she had never gotten quite this far, if she remembered correctly. Their hands had, and that had been fun, but this was ... something else entirely. Deanna began moving her tongue across the redheads' clitoris, and her hands, now free, moved up underneath the womans' body to once again grasp her breasts. " Mmmmm .... " that had definitely been out loud, Troi thought. Deanna licked and sucked until the feelings building in her forced her to stop. She tried to move her hips against the redhead's face, but she was held firmly against the bed. She began to gasp out loud as the womans' tongue lashed at her without any pause, as her hands dug into the womans' round ass. Her entire body was racked with waves of pleasure as she came, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath caught in her throat .... And then, as she recovered, she opened her eyes, and the redhead turned again to lie atop her, their breasts pressed against each other. " You did know what I needed. " Troi said, her voice still shaky. " Of course I did, couselor " The Q grinned " I'm omniscient, remember? " Their lips met again, their juices mingling as their tounges wiggled against each other. " So if you're omniscient, " Deanna said playfully, as she held the redhead close to her " you can tell me how I explain this in my contact report .... 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