From: LLDL81B@prodigy.com (Lori Grenci) Newsgroups: alt.tv.quantum-leap.creative Subject: LEAP NCC-1701D (3/4) QL/ST **ADULT** Date: 22 Jul 1995 06:11:45 GMT Message-Id: <3uq4r1$2jeo@usenetp1.news.prodigy.com> LEAP NCC-1701D Part 3 ********************** Suddenly, Sam was sitting on a couch having breakfast with Beverly Crusher...Earl Grey tea, toast, some other funny-looking 24th century food. He had no idea what to say but couldn't help noticing that the Doctor was wearing a very unprofessional nightgown. Over the years, each time Beverly had breakfast with Jean-Luc, she hoped that this would be the time he would finally open his eyes and fuck her brains out. So far, after hundreds of Sunday breakfasts, it hadn't happened. And over those same years, her attire for the occasion had gotten more and more skimpy - to no avail; to no avail, that is, until this particular morning.... "Food all right?" she said to him sweetly. "Boy, that sounds familiar." he thought, and then added out loud, "Fine. It's just fine. Thank you." They ate a little and exchanged a few pleasantries; Sam kept the conversation nebulous and vague. His intuition told him that his Picard was even more of a disappointment to Beverly than usual. "Sam," Al said, suddenly appearing next to the coffee table, "now's the time to make your move. She's dying for it, Sam. If you want out of this century, you can't mess this up for her. You only have 35 minutes of Picard time left." Sam nonchalantly dropped his teaspoon onto the floor so he could bend under the table and whisper to Al. "Al, get lost. I'm a big boy. I know how to do this." "I donno, Sam." Al said, staring at the tip of his cigar. "In the past you've been pretty clueless about women. I'll admit, you HAVE shown some improvement lately, but you've got a LONG way to go." Sam had to restrain himself from yelling; his annoyance was obvious as he whispered to Al through clenched teeth. "Al, if you don't get out of here RIGHT NOW, I'm going to download you into a nintendo game." The IC door slammed shut. Beverly bent over Sam and looked under the table. "Jean-Luc, who are you talking to under there? Do we have mice?" She giggled at her own little joke. As she bent over him her breasts almost popped out into Sam's face. "No, no mice, Beverly." he said as he lifted his head. "I was just commenting to myself how beautiful you are this morning." Sam gave her a look that left no doubt what he wanted. Her heart went into her throat, beating wildly as she heard those words and saw his face. Jean-Luc had flattered her before but this time was different. This time she knew breakfast was a mere prelude to something more, much more. Beverly Crusher was no young debutante experiencing her first love. She was a gorgeous and accomplished woman, confident in herself and her desires, and not willing to wait one second longer. Her floodgates burst open and torrents of lust came out. "Jean-Luc" she sighed with a tremor in her voice as she moved close to him. She captured Sam with her arms and put her lips up against his ear. Half nibbling him and half whispering, he heard her say, "Kiss me, PLEASE." Which he did. In a instant, one of her hands was up his shirt and the other hand was down his pants. Sam was having trouble managing this encounter, and wrestling with an out-of-control Doctor Crusher on the couch was not what he envisioned as his mission. He tried to imagine what the Captain would be doing at this point. From what Al was implying, Picard would be just as stymied, although somehow Sam didn't think so. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She was astounded with the strength she didn't know Picard had. Sam was impressed with the firm body he felt through her clothes. A tight body like a dancer, but with curves that responded to his touch. Once on the bed, she was so eager she almost blew him away. Sam considered letting her take charge; he was in no mood that day to be accidentally killed by a doctor in heat. As it turned out, she didn't give him an option; she took charge without being asked. Flinging him over on his back, she straddled his midsection with her legs and leaned over him, moaning, repeating the Captain's name again and again as she kissed his face and pressed her breasts hard against his chest. Sam was struggling for oxygen and trying to get in the mood, but he was overwhelmed. He needed to slow her down a bit or he was going to be a flaccid disappointment. He pushed her aside and jumped up, grabbing her by the waist and flinging her across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was stopped dead; completely caught off guard. "Jean-Luc," she said in a panic as he walked out of the bedroom with her hanging off him, "where are you taking me?" He didn't say anything until he reached the bathroom. Throwing her in the bathtub, clothes and all, he turned on the water. Beverly screamed from the shock, and then, suddenly turning calm, she looked at him with a teasing smile and said, "I guess I needed to cool off." "Yes, you did." he said, bending close and kissing the back of her neck. The water was making her nightgown cling deliciously to all the curves of her body and Sam was finally feeling the effects. He climbed in the tub with her and let the water saturate his uniform so that his bulges were very visible to Beverly. The outline of his erection almost put her back in a frenzy, but she controlled herself, freeing the hard cock from his pants and stroking it gently with her hands. Sam leaned back in the water and let her work some finger magic on him. He stayed blissfully like that for a few minutes until he realized that the real Picard would be back at any moment. The Captain had to return into a situation that he could take over without too much confusion. Lying in a bathtub fully clothed and soaking wet while getting a hand-job from Doctor Crusher was probably not it. "Ok, that's enough of that." he said, abruptly jumping up and leaving her stroking thin air. Before she could even open her mouth to say what she was thinking, he snatched her out of the tub and walked quickly back to the bed, carrying her in his arms and leaving a trail of water behind. *************** Al was getting nowhere fast with Captain Picard. He wanted to explain to the Captain what a leap was and what to expect when he returned. Picard refused to talk to him about anything except name, rank and serial number. In fact, he was acting like it was an everyday occurrence to be snatched from his ship and abducted by strange people. "Captain," Al said emphatically and with some frustration in his voice, "you're not a prisoner of war, you're a guest. Can't you understand that?" Captain Picard was not about to be intimidated by a man wearing the most ridiculous green suit and purple tie he had ever seen. With the addition of a cigar, Al looked to Picard like an uncouth dilithium miner from Rigel XII on vacation in the big city. "Do you always dress like that?" he asked Al, mockingly. Al looked down at himself. "You don't like my clothes?" he replied, in a voice that betrayed he was actually a little offended. "Not particularly...No." "Ok, have it your way, Captain. I'll be right back." Ten minutes later Al returned wearing his white naval uniform. "Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Rear Admiral Albert Calavicci, United States Navy, 20th century Earth. I believe we have a few things to discuss, none of which will violate your Prime Directive, I assure you." Picard stood and stared, dumbfounded. *************** Sam threw Beverly on the bed very unceremoniously. He hoped Picard would apologize for that later. "JEAN-LUC!" Beverly cried out, totally confused. "WHAT is the matter with you? You're acting like a crazy person. I swear, between you and Data, I don't know who's the more insane." "Beverly, what time is it?" Sam looked around the room for a clock. "The time? Over there." She pointed to her clock, which read 9:55. She was almost convinced there was a mental disease going around the ship that had infected the Captain and Data, and probably Deanna, who was also acting very strange. "Oh my god...five minutes." Sam was getting panicky. "Five minutes to what? Are you going to change into a pumpkin?" "Not exactly." He had to do something and do it fast. He started ripping off her clothes, as well as his own, hoping his frenzy wouldn't make her bolt for the door. But, on the contrary, she helped him along, eagerly, aroused by what she thought was a wild, primitive desire to possess her. With just two minutes left, he pinned her down on the bed, pushed her legs apart, and plunged his still hard cock all the way in. Beverly almost fainted. She couldn't believe it had FINALLY happened. Jean-Luc was fucking her. *************** "Uh, Captain, you're going back in few minutes. But, I gotta warn you. You going back into a very," Al waved his cigar, searching for the right words, "delicate situation." He was uncomfortable trying to explain such things to someone like Picard, who walked around like he had a pole up his ass. Picard gave Al a cynical glance, "What kind of delicate situation?" "Oh, screw this pussy-footing around." Al thought to himself. Pointing his cigar at the Captain, he said out loud, "Right now Sam is banging the dickens out of Beverly Crusher, who's enjoying herself immensely. Of course, she thinks it's you doing the honors. So, do yourself a favor and play along when you return. OK? Sam has really warmed her up for you." Al knew that Picard might not remember anything that was just said, but he hoped for everyone's sake that the Captain would just instinctively take over where Sam left off. Picard's face turned red and he was starting to say something when he disappeared from the Waiting Room. Data had come back. ******************* That night, there was an impromptu birthday party for Commander Riker in 10 Forward. All the senior officers were there and most were having quite a good time. Doctor Crusher and Captain Picard were hanging on to each other like long lost lovers suddenly reunited. Sam, being a bit more comfortable in his Data persona, was busy putting Worf (and Al) to sleep discussing piano sonatas. Deanna was standing at the bar, across the room from Sam, talking to Geordi when she heard a familiar voice. "Little One, I'm so glad to see you again." "Mother!" Deanna said, her face dropping at the surprise. In the doorway stood Lwaxana, in all her glory, dressed to kill in a blazing red gown. "That darling man Jean-Luc has agreed to transport me to Starbase 73 for an Ambassador's convention. Aren't we lucky?" "Yes, mother. How fortunate." Deanna loved her mother dearly, but her visits always caused so much commotion that she had come to dread them. She was particularly concerned about Sam; her mother was a powerful telepath. As Lwaxana gave her daughter a big bear hug, something caught her attention. She communicated her questions telepathically, as was her custom, even though Deanna thought it very rude when other people were present. However, in this case, Deanna was relieved that no one else could hear her mother's thoughts. Deanna's fear had become reality. "Mother, you mean Worf, and that's Data talking to him." The situation was grim; her mother not only saw Sam, but she saw Al as well. The best she could do would be to plead ignorance and hope her mother would move on to someone more interesting - like Captain Picard, her usual target. "Mother, I really don't know what you're talking about. I only see Data over by the window talking to Worf." Lwaxana was no fool, and her curiosity and boundless appetite for men made her all the more insistent on knowing what was going on. She looked at her daughter and used her potent abilities to probe Deanna's mind. There were no secrets left unlocked. Deanna, almost in hysteria, brought her mother outside and explained everything, telepathically. It was the only way to keep her quiet and prevent her from spoiling Sam's chances of leaping out. Lwaxana, who always enjoyed a good bit of gossip, thought the secret was marvelous, and agreed to try her best to keep it to herself. Deanna thought it would be miracle if her mother made it to Starbase 73 without spilling the beans to someone. Sam had seen Deanna run into the corridor with someone. He couldn't ask who that was since Data would probably have known her. Fortunately, Worf, looking for any reason to escape from Data's music lecture, excused himself to go "say hello to Deanna's mother." A few minutes after Worf finished his pleasantries, Sam and Al managed to meet Deanna and Lwaxana alone in the corridor. Deanna gestured towards Sam. "Mother, meet Doctor Beckett, and... (where is he, Sam?)" Sam pointed next to her. "...and Admiral Calavicci. Gentlemen, this is my mother, Lwaxana Troi." "Yes, Doctor Beckett," they shook hands, "you are a darling man and you make my daughter so happy." Sam blushed. "And Admiral, I am pleased to meet someone with a real flair for fashion." She extended her hand. "Excuse me for not shaking hands, Mrs. Troi," Al said apologetically, "but I'm only a hologram." "Well, Dear, nobody's perfect," she answered him, smiling and winking. Al raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously, but with definite interest. Lwaxana leaned in close to Al, "Admiral, how about accompanying me to the Holodeck for a little picnic? I believe there's a special program still loaded from the last time I was on board. I think you'll enjoy it." From the twinkle in her eye, Al was sure he was going to enjoy it. After they left, Deanna turned and grinned at Sam. "I hope your Admiral comes out of the holodeck alive and in one piece." Sam smiled back and took her hand, "I was thinking the same thing about your mother." They both had to stifle their laughing before walking back into 10 Forward, but the grins were hard to wipe off. **************** - End Part 3 -