Emotions Left Unsaid Pt 4

Emotions Left Unsaid Pt 4

Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Same as Part 1

Summary

Same as Part 1

Content

Submitted: July 05, 2013

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Content

Submitted: July 05, 2013

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“Thank you Beverly. I don’t think I have to tell you how much this means to me.”

“No you don’t but I must admit…it’s pretty important to me too.”

That had them both laughing. They were still chuckling when Deanna stuck her head through the door.

“Good morning. Up for a visitor?”

Beverly stood and took the tray.

“Come in Deanna you can talk to him…I’ve got work to do.”

She smiled at her friend and let the happy emotions she felt settle on her.

“How do you feel Captain?”

“Much better Counsellor. I have resolved my differences with Beverly and, although I don’t wish to go into details, I’ve just found out that my therapy has been successful.”

“That’s wonderful Sir! I’m very happy for you…both of you. Have you had a good sleep?”

“Yes nearly fourteen hours and no nightmares.”

“Good. Now that things have been sorted out for you, I think we can expect the nightmares to become less frequent, although I don’t think they’ll disappear completely, at least not for a while.”

“I understand. I’ve been through this before remember. I’ll be alright…with the right help.”

“Yes Captain you will. Has she got you eating?”

He chuckled delightedly, a sparkle in his hazel eyes.

“Indeed she has. Croissants and coffee and she tells me I will enjoy lunch.”

Joining her Captain in laughter, Deanna basked in his relaxation, a state he didn’t often find in the company of others.

“I’m sure you will Sir. Is there anything you would like from your quarters?”

“No I think I have everything I need thank you.”

“Very well Sir, I’ll see you later.”

She left confident for the first time about his recovery.

 

In all he stayed in Sickbay three days, finally securing his release with a solemn vow to rest and eat properly in the privacy of his quarters. Beverly walked him back to his cabin, arm in arm.

“So what are you going to do with your time?”

“Oh I don’t know…read, play the flute, there’s a new Bach piece I’ve been working on it’s very intricate.”

“Fine as long as you stay away from your desk. No ship’s business, none at all. You must rest.”

“I know…you’ve made yourself quite clear on that subject.”
They reached his door and he asked her in.

“No, not now I have work to do, but I will come for dinner if I’m invited.”

He looked up and down the corridor and, finding them alone, leaned in and kisser her with gentle passion. She responded and he tightened his embrace. Tapering off the kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes and murmured,

“Oh you’re invited Doctor…most definitely.”

She chuckled softly and kissed him tenderly.

“Then I’ll be there.”

He released her reluctantly and watched as she walked away from him. Sighing, he entered his quarters and stood quietly, a satisfied grin on his face.

 

 

 

 

 

Beverly had butterflies as she walked down the corridor to his quarters. She’d been to her cabin and showered. Choosing her wardrobe had been easy. The peach top he liked so much, paired with the blue skirt…the one with the slit up the side. She walked bare footed, carrying her shoes. Her capriciousness was liberating. She felt happy, carefree and excited. She had high hopes for the evening and her desire simmered just under the surface. She arrived at his door and activated the chime.

The door whispered open and they both stood transfixed, each stunned by the presence of the other. As he stood back, Jean-Luc’s deep baritone thrilled her as he spoke.

“Come in Beverly, you look gorgeous.”

She drifted past him, detecting the musky aroma of his aftershave. Turning she cocked her hip and looked him up and down hungrily.

He wore navy blue close fitting trousers, a white silk shirt and soft black shoes. He was devastatingly handsome.

“Would you care for some wine?”

She shook her head as she stepped slowly towards him. He stood still as she reached up and trailed her fingers from his brow to his lips. In a low husky murmur, she replied,

“I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to eat…I want you.”

He closed his eyes and let the sultriness of her voice wash over him. Deeply breathing her scent, he opened his eyes and lifted his hands to her hair entangling them.

“I love you Beverly.”

“I know. I love you too…with all my heart.”

He kissed her then. Gently at first, it soon became a kiss of deep passion and need.

His arms encircled her and he crushed her to him, unable to get enough of her. As she felt his erection rise to press at her hip, she moaned into his mouth and caressed his neck, running her fingers through the short hair. Maintaining the kiss, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He gently placed her on her feet, his hands roaming over her breasts.

Suddenly breaking the kiss, she stepped back, her hand on his chest.

“I’ve seen you naked often enough…it’s your turn.”

With deliberate sloth, she peeled off her top and cupped her breasts through her bra.

Taking another step backwards, she undid the bra and dropped it at her feet. Now his eyes roamed over her breasts, etching into his memory their shape and colour, how the reddened nipples puckered and rose as she gently rubbed them.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her skirt and slowly pushed it down until it puddled at her feet. She kicked it away and boldly caressed herself through her panties.

“I’ve dreamed of doing this for you Jean-Luc…having you watch me as I undress.”

He moaned softly, his eyes devouring her body.

Her thumbs hooked under the elastic of her underwear and she slid the garment slowly down her legs. It too joined the skirt, forgotten on the floor. She stood before him gloriously naked and extremely aroused. He could see the flush of arousal colouring the milky skin of her body and his soul ached for her. He stepped forward but she stopped him.

“No…not yet. Let me undress you.”

One by one she undid the buttons of his shirt and untucked the hem from his pants. Encouraging him to lift his arms, she pulled the shirt from him and quickly kissed his nipples while his arms were upraised.

He groaned and reached for her, but she shook her head. He lowered his arms and waited. She leaned forward and drew a deep breath, suffusing her senses with his unique male scent. She gently ran her fingers down his chest and slowly undid his trousers. As she slid the zipper down, her fingers made contact with his straining erection. He gasped and involuntarily thrust his hips.

She sank to her knees and rid him of his shoes and socks before helping him out of his pants. She then ran her hands up the back of his legs to caress his buttocks as she gently rubbed her face over his confined penis. She drew back and looked at him hungrily, noting the wet patch on his briefs. Slipping her fingers under the waistband she lowered his underwear and freed his throbbing need.

Once he was fully naked she stood and looked at him. Licking her lips she whispered huskily,

“You’re so beautiful…”

He found his voice.

“As are you, my love.”

He stepped forward and she came to meet him. His kiss was tender and searching, learning and tasting. He picked her up again and placed her gently on his bed. Stretching out beside her, his hand found her breast and he moulded its shape, finding the hardened nipple and rolling it between finger and thumb.

She arched to him, whispering his name.

His mouth kissed its way down her face and on to the valley of her breast. He mouthed his way over the quivering mound and teased the nipple repeatedly before sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

“Oh yes…”

Her hand drifted down his torso and gripped his erection, stroking him lightly. He thrust gently into her hand and moaned around her nipple. His own hand traced patterns down her flank until it enticed her legs apart. As he slipped his fingers through her folds she bucked her hips and gasped. When he slid a thick finger into her she kissed him and moaned into his mouth.

Their desire spiralling, he rolled her over and removed his hand, now coated with her dew. His erection slid over her as he undulated his hips, teasing her, making her want him even more.

Her blue eyes opened and she panted…

“Now Jean-Luc…I want you now!”

He kissed her and reached down to take himself in hand. Guiding it slowly he sank into her, making them one for the first time.

He reached her depths and stilled, letting her become accustomed to his size. Still kissing her, his hand reached up and caressed her breast. She lifted her legs, locked them around his waist and clenched him internally.

He took her cue and started to thrust slowly, his body tingling with sensation. Beverly fell into his rhythm and clenched him on every thrust. She held him tightly as he broke the kiss to gasp his pleasure.

“Oh God Beverly…”

“Yes my love…oh yes…”

He raised himself up on trembling arms and thrust hard into her. She lifted her hips to meet every movement and felt the onrush of her climax.

“Oh Jean-Luc…more…harder…”

He closed his eyes and gave up his formidable control. He pumped into her with abandon, his back whipsawing with effort. She rose up to him and held on as she flexed and jerked, crying out his name as the ecstasy swept over her.

He thrust hard four more times and stiffened as his own orgasm surged through his sweating body. He ground himself into her as he jetted his semen deep inside her then collapsed panting and moaning.

 

 

 

 

 

It was some time before they regained their senses. Rolling to his side, he took her with him and they lay together, still joined, their legs entangled.

Jean-Luc reached up and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Beverly’s ear.

“That was…wonderful…you were wonderful…”

Beverly chuckled softly and kissed him tenderly.

“Up to your expectations?”

He shook his head and grinned.

“My expectations have been exceeded beyond my furthest imagination. I couldn’t have concocted anything so beautiful.”

“Hmm, it was good wasn’t it? Definitely worth the wait.”

He kissed her with gentle passion, his hand drifting to her breast. She returned the kiss with equal ardour, her hand roaming over his chest and tweaking his nipples.

They parted and she growled her pleasure, feeling him harden insider her. The love they made was unhurried and extraordinarily intense. They were forging an unbreakable bond, one that had begun almost thirty years before, but only now sealed in mutual love and passion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An hour later they were sitting up in bed eating a belated dinner. Jean-Luc kept glancing surreptitiously and his naked lover, watching her as she ate. He was delighted…and it showed.

Beverly scooped the last of the gravy up with the bread and popped it into her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully and he knew something was on her mind. He sighed.

“All right…out with it.”

She dabbed daintily at her lips with a serviette and cast her gaze over him.

“There are some…medical things I need to know.”

“Like what?”

“In view of you injuries…when we made love was there any pain? Any problems I should know about?”

He frowned and shook his head.

“No…everything was fine…better than fine actually. I can honestly say that was the most intimate, extraordinary sexual experience of my life.”

Beverly chuckled and gently ran her fingers down his face.

“Really? You mean all those other women…?”

“Beverly…I wasn’t in love with them…not in the way I love you. Believe me, they pale into insignificance.”

Beverly smiled gently and rose from the bed, taking the tray with her. He admired her as she crossed the room, her nude body catching the starlight from the viewport. She soon returned and they snuggled under the covers together.

“How are we going to do this Jean-Luc?

“What…our new relationship?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well I don’t know about you, but I would like to keep this to ourselves for a while…at least until we find our feet.”

“I agree…but Deanna’s going to know, if she doesn’t already.”

He sighed expansively, his fingers idly drawing patterns on her back.

“I suppose we’ll just have to rely on her discretion. She’ll probably tell Will…oh God I’m going to have to bear the shit-eating grin. Damn!”

Beverly laughed and buried her hand in the softly curling hair of his chest.

“They’ll leave us alone…I’ll kill them both personally if they don’t, but what about us?”

“All I can say is that we should take it day by day. Let things develop at their own pace.”
”Do you want me to move in with you?”

“Yes, eventually, but I think we should give each other time to settle into this. Beverly I’ve waited too long to ruin this by rushing in headlong and forcing the issue. I will be guided by you. Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”

Beverly rose up on her elbow and gazed down at her lover.

“I love you Jean-Luc…you know that don’t you?”

“Yes my love, I know and it makes me the happiest man in the universe.”

“Good. Now go to sleep, you still need your rest.”

“Aye Sir.”

He held her as they slipped into sleep and he was right. There was not another man in the cosmos as happy as he.


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