Title: A Tease Is As Good As A Rest.
Author: Supersleuth Trekbottom L. ( diana6prince@yahoo.com )
Series: TNG
Code: Troi/Crusher
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pure smut, basically. No plot or dietary fibre. Written for the FFF Round 17 and for Psycha's whining there is not enough for Troi to do! I hope she meant not enough redheads...
Archive: FFF and ASCEM, elsewhere, please ask first. (I'll say yes).
Disclaimer: I do solemnly swear that Paramount owns all Trek, and I do not (except for a few trading cards and a collector's plate someone gave me for my birthday once). The story is all mine, though, so Paramount, if you would like to use it, well, just go ahead!
Written for Round 17 of the FFF -- http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/
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By Supersleuth Trekbottom L.
Crusher sucked in a quick breath. Picard heard it from the head of the observation lounge table.
"Do you have something to add, Doctor?" He thought all the senior staff opinions had been voiced and he had a note of annoyance in his at this late interruption, after he had already assigned tasks to begin the problem solving.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking that some of the casualties might be quite serious," Beverly bluffed. She hadn't meant to call his attention. Troi's hand had found it's way to the inside of Beverly's thigh and had been stroking lightly up and down. It was the pinch that had made her jump. Picard didn't notice the small smile on Troi's lips.
"Yes, this is indeed a disturbing situation. I trust you will all do your best. Dismissed."
* * *
In the turbolift, Beverly turned to Deanna. "That wasn't fair to do that to me in there. I think Will saw what you were up to. He didn't look happy."
"Oh, he's just jealous. And what was I supposed to do, with you practically flooding the room with your desire? I couldn't help myself!"
Beverly leaned over to kiss Deanna's exposed collarbone, pulled her form-fitting suit's neckline down to expose a nipple and took it noisily into her mouth.
"Computer, halt lift!" Deanna squeaked.
"Computer, resume. You wanted to play hardball, didn't you?" Crusher demanded. She continued lavishing her tongue over Troi's breast until the lift stopped again. She released her nipple and the neckline of her uniform just in time for it to snap back into place as the doors opened and two engineering crewmen entered. The two men nodded at the two women, then turned to face the front of the lift. One announced "Deck seven".
At the next deck, the two women left the turbolift and headed to Beverly's quarters.
Troi could feel waves of desire and mischievous satisfaction coming from her lover. Obviously Beverly was in a playful mood now, as well as being terribly horny. This would be fun!
As soon as they got in the door, Deanna pinned Beverly up against the wall and kissed her neck, pushing a thigh between hers and grinding in. "I could hear you thinking about me doing this in the briefing, it was making me crazy!"
The pinned woman moaned in ecstasy. It was just what she wanted, but she couldn't resist saying, "Are you sure that wasn't Will?"
"Of course it was, but I just love giving you what he wants... and vice versa." She squeezed Beverly's breast lovingly and wickedly.
"He's getting better at taking in that big dildo from behind, then?"
'Gods, she's in one of those moods!' Troi thought. She pulled the zipper down the front of her redhead's uniform revealing a long vee of white flesh and finally a few curly red hairs which she plunged her tongue down into searching for what had eluded her fingertips in the observation lounge.
Crusher shucked the uniform off her shoulders, pushed the fabric over her hips and combed her fingers through Deanna's thick hair, pushing her head lower to her screaming clit. Deanna's tongue found the spot and it was pure joy at the contact. It both relieved her painful desire and multiplied it with the touch. She started looking around the cabin to see where the dildo and harness might be. Oh, she was looking forward to this! Deanna stood up.
"I have a late appointment in 5 minutes, sweetness, I must go." Deanna smiled innocently.
"What!?! You're joking!"
"Now, we agreed that these little trysts wouldn't interfere with our work, didn't we? Let me just go wash my face, and I'll be off." She disappeared into Beverly's bedroom. Water was running.
Beverly just stood there, stunned. Damn!! She didn't know if she could stand it, but she would have to. She was so swollen and wet, so badly in need of a good hard fuck, and that horrible tease knew it! Maybe she should go find Will...
"I HEARD that!" Deanna called out from the bathroom. "Come in *here* and say that!"
Beverly walked obediently into the bedroom and was greeted with the vision of naked Deanna from behind, the black harness cutting slight creases into the white flesh of thighs and waist. She was adjusting the front of it, and primping her hair with the other hand. She turned to face her lover, a long, thick erection of rubber jutting from her harness. "It's *my* turn with you tonight. On your knees! Now you must be punished for your wicked thoughts!"
Bev smiled. She crawled onto her bed on all fours, spread her knees apart and waited for Deanna. Foreplay would be just an annoyance when she felt like this. She felt Deanna's weight on the bed and then a finger tracing a line from her clit to between her engorged lips. Thankfully she would be indulged after all. 'Don't tease me anymore, please, please, please just fuck me,' Crusher thought. She was breathing harder just with the idea.
She felt the fat end of the rubber cock play in the slickness between her lips, then slide in, Deanna's breasts sliding along her back as she penetrated to it's fullness, making Beverly moan sharply as she reached the end of her give. Deanna's lips were at her ear. "Just *one* thought about Will and *you* are on your own."
Immediately, she couldn't stop herself, she imagined Will watching them. "What if I think about Worf instead?" she teased back.
"Worf's okay. This once."
Enough wordplay was enough. It was a large cock, so she started slow, but Beverly was already moaning like she would come any second. It was amazing how aroused she would get occasionally, not unlike the Betazoid mating drive, Troi thought. Her mother would be proud. She had found a finely fevered woman to attach herself to.
Beverly was outright panting now, it felt so good. An orgasm broke over her like a wave, but Troi didn't stop, she knew better. She continued driving her hips forward, forward, forward into her wanton red-maned lover. And Bev continued moaning, panting, taking more and more and more.
Troi pulled back, pushed Beverly down and over, and re-mounted her, face to face. Their gazes locked. They were both bathed with sweat. The rhythm continued faster, and Troi felt the wave of something she could never put her finger on well enough to describe as Beverly jerked and came and gasped beneath her, around her, and she was in an ocean of her lover's orgasm until it finally drained away and left them both winded.
"Deanna." The one breathless word held so much emotion. They sparred all the time, but it was really love and devotion underneath.
"My Beautiful Love." Deanna replied. "Now I really must get to that appointment. And I must tell Jean-Luc the truth of why I am late."
Ten minutes later, they were asleep in each other's arms.
END