Itch To Scratch

Itch To Scratch

Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction


Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction


PWP Sex scene.


PWP Sex scene.


Submitted: January 18, 2012

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Submitted: January 18, 2012




The shuttle ride had become boring. Jean-Luc had busied himself with his archeological bits and pieces, reviewing data and compiling logs. Beverly had read all her reports, updated her logs and was presently wandering around the run-about looking for something to do.

Sidling up to her companion, she said impishly,

“I bet I could take your mind off those artifacts.”

He looked up and frowned.

“I suppose you could, but I would really like to finish this.”

She insinuated herself onto his lap, causing him to cease his work.

“Oh, come on, Jean-Luc, wouldn’t you like a little diversion?”

Looking deep into her eyes, he found himself smiling.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

She smiled conspiratorially.

“See that seat over there? It converts into a bed, doesn’t it?”



His hand drifted up to her face and his fingertips gently stroked her cheek.

“Are you saying you want to make love…again?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his hand on her face.

“Jean-Luc, we haven’t made love since this morning. That was hours ago and I’ve got an itch that needs to be scratched.”

“Oh, I see…an  * itch *. Well that’s different. Never let be said that I let you suffer from an unscratched itch.”

With a sultry laugh, Beverly rose from his lap and held her hands out to her lover. With uncommon grace, he gained his feet and took her into his strong arms. Placing her hands on his chest, they traveled up to wind around his head as he pressed her body closely to his.

His lips brushed over hers with just a hint of a kiss, making her sigh. The next contact was firmer, his lips gently sliding over hers. When his tongue flicked out she didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth to him, her eyes drifting shut.

His hands were moving, one to rest tangled in her hair, the other in the middle of her back pulling her impossibly closer to him.

His tongue lavished the inside of her mouth, plundering her heat and stealing her breath.

She moaned into his mouth and he answered with a gentle thrust of his hips, his growing erection clearly evident.

Breaking the kiss, she looked at him, panting, wanting, needing his attentions as much as she needed the air she breathed.

His hazel eyes had darkened with passion, his own breathing ragged.

Fortunately in civilian clothing, she admired the way the softly curling hair of his chest peeked out of the vee in his shirt. She reached down and undid the three buttons holding the garment closed. Sliding her hands over his skin, she pushed the shirt open and over his broad shoulders to let it hang at the waistband of his trousers.

Now she had the broad expanse of his well-muscled chest and his hardened nipples to explore. With both hands, she spread them flat and skimmed them over his skin, making him gasp when she encountered his nipples. They pebbled and she took delight in slowly leaning forward and nipping first one, then the other.

Whilst her mouth was busy, her hands slid down to the fastener of his pants and deftly undid them. Sneaking her hand inside, she traced the outline of his erection through his briefs, making him moan.

She was about to divest him of his trousers, when he suddenly stopped her. Looking up into his eyes, she saw his unbounded love, making her heart swell. His hands came up to hold her face as he gently kissed her. He poured all he could into the kiss, showing her his love and devotion.

When he withdrew, her eyes remained closed, tears escaping from under her lids.

He slowly undid the clasps of her dress and pushed it from her shoulders to let it fall in a puddle around her feet. Next, he reached behind her and undid her bra, easing it from her body with a soft caress. With her breasts exposed, he covered them with his hands, gently molding their shape.

As his thumbs caressed her nipples, she gasped and arched her back, making him smile.

“Beautiful Beverly, ma belle.”

Lowering his head, he took one peak in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it, making it swell in his heat. The finger and thumb of his hand tended the other nub and soon he had Beverly groaning with need.

He swapped positions and tended the neglected breast, letting his hand drop to her panties.

Sliding his hand over her mound, he covered her sex and massaged her through the material of her underwear.

“Oh God…Jean-Luc!”

He withdrew his hands and knelt before her. Leaning forward, he placed a hot kiss on the point of her desire, then reached up and took her panties in hand. He slid them down and off, taking her shoes and dress with them.

On his knees, she stood before him magnificently naked, aroused and aflame with need.

He ran his hands over her buttocks as he leaned in and pushed his tongue into her labia seeking, then finding her throbbing clitoris.

She cried out and clutched his head, pushing him closer, imploring him to continue. As his tongue slid in and out of her labia, his hands ran up the insides of her legs, encouraging her to spread wider.

With more room to move, he gently slid his hands over her genitals, parting the swollen lips. With deliberate slowness he pushed first one, then two thick fingers into her slick heat and began a sensuous rhythm, keeping time with his questing tongue.

Her juices flowed over his hand and her inner muscles began to clench. Her orgasm was near.

With appalling skill, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and gently nipped it.

His name was torn from her throat as her body flexed and went rigid, then her knees buckled and he caught her as she sank to the floor.

He held her closely in his arms as tremors of pleasure coursed through her body.

He knew she had recovered when she started to place open mouth kisses on his neck.

“Welcome back.”


Urging her to stand, he helped her into a chair, then quickly set about creating the bed. When he finished, he turned to her to find her standing, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Captain, you pants look a little…confining.”

He looked down at himself and frowned.

“Yes, they are somewhat restrictive at the moment.”

She chuckled sultrily.

“I think we should do something about that.”

He grinned broadly then as she stepped up and again insinuated her hand inside his pants. She grasped his penis and squeezed gently, making his breath hiss between his teeth.

Without preamble, she knelt and removed his shoes and socks, reached up and slid his pants and briefs down, smiling wickedly when his erection sprang free.

Not wishing to tease, she took his throbbing penis into her mouth and engulfed him completely. He gasped and thrust his hips, his hands tangling in her hair. She lifted her head, letting him slide through her lips, then suddenly left him, rose and crawled onto the bed.

His head snapped around as he watched his lover lay back on the bed, her legs open and beckoning.

Without conscious thought, his body took him to her and he draped himself over her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

She moved beneath him, to position him, but he pulled back and looked at her, smiling.

With his legs between hers, he rose to his knees and lifted her hips, placing her buttocks on his thighs. He reached forward and caressed her breasts, then moved down to slide his fingers through her folds.

She arched her back and sighed his name.

Taking his penis in hand, he rubbed the head through her wet labia several times, then suddenly plunged himself completely into her depths.

She cried out and reached for him, but he pulled himself out of her and again pushed the tip of his erection over her clitoris. Without warning, he penetrated her again, making her jerk with sensation.

Again he pulled out and teased her and again he buried himself up to the hilt.

This time, when he pulled out, he gripped his penis and tapped it repeatedly on her pulsing clitoris. She was writhing and whimpering, so close to fulfillment, that when he plunged back into her, she suddenly peaked.

As she clenched around him, he grasped her hips and began to thrust furiously into her. Again and again he pounded in and out of her sex until he abruptly stilled and grunted her name. His body spasmed as he ground his pelvis into her, pushing her over the edge again.

Later, when they had calmed, Beverly snuggled closer into his embrace and kissed his shoulder.

“Thank you, Jean-Luc.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Cross out one itch. Consider it scratched.”



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