From jjarrows@aol.com Thu Nov 28 12:09:36 1996 From: jjarrows@aol.com Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: NEW: Je'taime (Q/f, ElfQuest) Date: 28 Nov 1996 20:09:36 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 89 Message-ID: <19961128201100.PAA24526@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Path: atheria.europa.com!netnews1.nwnet.net!netnews.nwnet.net!arclight.uoregon.edu!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!portc02.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail First of all, I'd just like to say that I was deeply offended by the steamy, explicit sex scene depicted at the end of "The Q and the Grey". There were young eyes in the room with me while I was watching that, and I think they will be scarred for life, now. I thought that Star Trek was above showing such graphic stuff, but I was wrong. ( Hee hee. OK, I couldn't help myself.) Seriously, if I don't see some chemistry, I'm going to crack up. Here's a Q/Windsong vignette. It's not a sex vignette, since I'm bad at writing sex, but it's not so far from it, either. (Make-out vignette? Foreplay vignette? :)) My purpose in life is to tease you... Screw you, producers. Je' taime c1996 JJ Arrow Windsong's eyes glinted ferally, as she crouched, predator-like, grinning with pointed canines at her prey. She crept silently, scarcely breathing, remaining totally upwind, down on all fours, every sense alert and at her disposal. There was scant time for a breath, when she pounced. "I always knew you were an animal," Q remarked with a grin, as she lay tangled on top of him. Windsong chuckled. "Well, I've got you now, my unsuspecting prey." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "You can't escape now if you tried," she teased. "I wouldn't *dream* of it." He shifted his body slightly, and snapped his fingers, their positions suddenly exchanging. She felt his breath warm in her pointed ear. "Look at the mighty hunter now..." His eyes gleamed in devilish amusement, and Windsong shivered in anticipation and excitement. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, moving his lips softly up her neck, ending at her lips. She pulled into the kiss, melting against his body, reaching her hands up and managing to tangle them in his hair, pulling him down inexorably next to her. He put up little resistance, his hands running across her shoulders and flowing to her back, holding her to him tightly, as if she was the world, and if he let go, she would fling off her orbit into the cold void of space. But it wasn't cold here. Windsong was warm, very warm. "Beloved, we shouldn't," she gasped out, wrenching her mouth away from his for a moment, as she mentally chastized her hands for searching out where to unfasten his shirt. "We're not," he assured, "we're..." Damn woman. Didn't she know how hard it was to talk when she kept kissing him(and coercing him to reciprocate)? "We're... just... mmm... having an... ahh... intimate conversation... mmm... we can deny... (yeah, right there...) all the charges." She started tugging at his shirt. "Ok. Whatever you say." He stopped. "I like the sound of that. Could you say that again?" She shook her head and smiled. "You're so silly." Q turned and leaned over her, scolding, "*I*, my dear, am many things." "Silly." He admired his hands. "Georgeous, for one." "Silly silly silly." He turned and glared at her. "And 'silly' is not one of those adjectives." Windsong nibbled his earlobe. "Silly." Q sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes heavenward. "Someone out there, tell me-- how shall I impart wisdom on this unteachable pupil?" "Teach me how to loosen my vest," Windsong suggested innocently. "I forgot how to loosen my vest." Q's dark eyes darted around, as if unseen eyes were watching the both of them. His voice was unnaturally cautious. "They could be watching... we really shouldn't--" "I know, I know," she replied, somewhat sadly. "But we're not right now. I mean..." "Gotcha." Windsong traced a finger down the right side of his face very gently. "Beloved, I know we both want this. But we can't... I don't think it's fair, but if my tribe found out... and your people could *kill* you. We have to be careful--" He leaned over her, whispering in her ear. "We'll be *very* careful." He murmured softly in her ear, things she didn't really understand, but the low bedroom monotone lulled her into an easy peace. She smiled up at him. "So, when does the fun begin?" --finis-- :) --JJ (plural now, but still the one and only), clucking along with the Freedom Chicken! HIGH COMMANDER DICK SOLOMON IS MY KING!!! :D :D :D "wearing nothing is divine naked is a state of mind" Naked Eye-- Luscious Jackson