Received: 28 Jun 1998
Subject: ASCEM(L) Round Robin, part VIII (O/K) [NC-17]


Ok, the basic premise for the Round-robin is this: Picard discovers Q watching cheesy 60s/70s TV shows (e.g., The Love Boat & Gilligan's Island), trying to learn about human relationships (mating rituals, etc.). Picard points out that TV shows have a tendency to create &/or sustain unresolved sexual tension (UST), and thus, are not the best way to learn about real-life love relationships. Thus follows a wild ride in which Q, with Picard in tow, sets out to peek in on real-life romantic/sexual encounters. Q, being Q, anything goes--all series, alternate universes, any time, any place, which allows for maximum flexibility for the various authors. Each subsequent part is basically a PWP with P/Q watching, and with Q providing 'color commentary.'

As for my part, it's basically NC17, a post-"His Way" O/K piece, with significant P/Q UST, and the female Q from Voyager even shows up to complicate things. Note: there had been a previous segment on DS9 with Dax, Kira, Leeta, & Deanna Troi, playing strip poker, with predictable results--hence some of the references in the beginning of my part.

Okay. Enough chatter--here it is. Hope you like it.

The Small Screen, Part VIII
by Susan Purser

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[lead-in from previous segment (Q had been eating chips while watching Q-TV, trying to figure out who/when/where to visit next)]

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"Quick!" Q choked. "Get over here, Johnny! *This* you wouldn't even see on Springer!"

With a vague regret for the fact that he hadn't been able to grab a handful of potato chips and an undeniable curiosity about what he was going to see next, Picard looked around.>>
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The setting seemed vaguely familiar, though it was difficult to tell given the near darkness. "Q, where are we now?"

"Have you forgotten so quickly, Jean Luc? Look around."

Picard allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimness while looking around the room. There was a dim glow coming from the next room. He swiveled around, saw what looked like a Bajoran prayer mandala on one wall before turning to the distinctive oval viewport onto the stars.

"Deep Space Nine? Again?"

"Oh, but our last trip here was to witness lust. *Now* we're here to witness *resolved* sexual tension-and very *recently* resolved, at that. It would seem that two of the locals have found--dare I say it?..." The entity leaned in close to whisper in Picard's ear, "True Love."

Picard tried to control the shiver that ran through him at Q's words, at his low, sensual voice, at the hot breath against his cheek. Q enjoyed watching the good Captain fight for control. It was only a moment before Picard found his voice, "But, who..."

"Ohhh, Oh-dooh..."

Picard's head whipped toward the adjoining room, which was obviously occupied. Q could not keep the amusement from his voice, "Come, Jean-Luc! We're missing the party..." With his usual *snap*, they were in the room, near the large bed. Picard was too preoccupied with the fact that he was hovering several inches above the floor to pay much attention to the bed's occupants--the feeling was...disconcerting.

"Oh, *do* sit down, mon capitaine. Make yourself comfortable."

"Sit down?" Picard asked, incredulous.

"Mortals," Q muttered, "so limited." Louder, "Observe," he said, as he deftly 'sat'--on nothing at all.

Gingerly, Picard attempted to duplicate the maneuver, and was surprised when he succeeded. He shifted position a bit, testing the 'chair,' which moved with him, and yet provided ample support.

Picard stole a glance at Q as each thought, It's good to be a demi-god. Finally, Picard turned his attention to the occupants of the bed, bathed in candlelight.

"Major Kira? But, she..." "Yes, yes. That was then, this is now. What's your point?" Q waved him off, observing the pair. "My, my, it's interesting to see the good Constable finally 'let go'. He was always so rigid.... Ah, but I see a part of him is still *quite* rigid!"

The two watched in silence for some time. Odo lay back amongst the pillows as Kira rode him. He gazed up at his lover with a look that was half-joy, half-amazement, as if he still couldn't believe it was all really happening. Her hands gripped his tightly, and her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and she moaned softly as she quickened her movements. Odo studied the redhead intently, his eyes roving over her body, but periodically returning to her face, as if trying to memorize every detail. But, it wasn't long before merely looking was no longer enough.

The changeling 'shifted,' forming two additional 'hands,' and reached up to caress his lover's body. Kira gasped at the touch of those hands on her hips. A smile lit up her face as she leaned forward slightly to watch those hands as they slowly traveled up along her stomach and sides. One hand stopped to caress her breasts, pinching and teasing the nipples. The other moved further up, pausing at the base of her throat, feeling the pulse-beat, then moving on to caress her neck, her chin, and finally, the fingertips moved to her lips, tracing the smile there. Kira gently kissed those fingers, before again closing her eyes and losing herself in the sensations.

Picard had been watching in rapt attention at the changeling's transformation, and subsequent movements. Q divided his attentions between the pair on the bed, and his dear Captain, whose desire was evident, given the bulge in his uniform trousers.

"It's good to be a changeling, or *with* one, eh, Jean-Luc?"

"What?" Picard started and glanced briefly at Q before turning back to the scene before them. "Oh. I would imagine...," his voice barely a whisper.

"Hmmm. Yes, I can see you *imagining* now," Q drawled, allowing his gaze to linger at the other man's crotch, and doing a bit of "imagining" of his own.

On the bed, the two lovers continued their movements. Odo's second pair of hands were now both caressing Kira's breasts. He then covered each breast with one hand and, watching his lover carefully, he slowly "shifted" against her already-sensitive nipples.

Kira groaned in response to this new, amazingly pleasurable, sensation. "Mmm. You're going to kill me, Odo...," she joked.

But Odo misinterpreted the comment, panicked, and withdrew his 'hands.' "Nerys, I....I'm..."

"Ah, the *new* adventures of 'Kira the Obtuse' and 'Odo, the Insecure.'" Q sneered.

"Q," Picard chided the entity, "the road to love is a difficult one, even in real life."

"More so for these two than most, apparently. If I hadn't made those *adjustments* to Vic..." Q muttered.

"Vic?"

"Oh! Um, nevermind. Let's see how the good Major handles this," Q changed the subject.

Kira stopped her movements, groaning in frustration, as she leaned forward slightly to look at her lover. Seeing the mixture of fear and sorrow in Odo's face, she realized her mistake. She began moving her hips again, stroking him slowly, sensuously, and very, very, deliberately as she looked into his eyes. She released one of his hands, still clinging tightly to the other, and reached up to caress his face. "I *meant* from pleasure, Odo. You weren't hurting me--it was...," she took a quick, ragged breath, "*incredible*! I. Did. Not. Want. You to stop."

After a moment, Odo smiled, and rumbled, "Ah! I see." Then, shyly, "Then you'd like me to...continue?"

"What I'd like, is for you to do anything *you'd* like to do," she said, before again grasping his other hand, bringing it briefly to her lips.

In a moment, Odo had re-formed another set of 'hands,' which quickly began roaming all over her body: her hips, her buttocks, along the muscles of her back and shoulders, down along her arms to caress the joining of their hands, and then back to her breasts, occasionally "shifting" against her skin, teasing and exploring her.

"Well, the Major handled that very well. For a change."

"The beginning of any relationship is always difficult, Q. There are often misunderstandings, and accommodations must often be made."

"But these two have known one another for years--they're *friends*. The good 'Constable' was besotted by her from the first, though *she* never noticed it, and even he didn't for some time. I often wondered why they couldn't just *get on with it*."

"Q, when friends develop...more *intimate* feelings for one another, it can *complicate* things. It is often difficult to determine whether the other person has feelings that go beyond friendship, and if only one person has those feelings, it could jeopardize the friendship. Even when *both* parties feel the same, making the transition from 'friends' to 'lovers' can be equally difficult--the 'rules' of behavior are somewhat different."

Rather than being annoyed, Q often enjoyed Picard's more pedantic moments, and he'd been studying the Captain closely during this particular 'lecture.' "Ah. Well. You should know, I suppose...."

"As should you, *Q*. Why don't *you* 'get on with it?'"

"Q, darling, of all the parties in all the dimensions of all the universes, why *do* you keep crashing this one?" Q sneered

She leaned over to cup his face in her hand. "Maybe because I find *you* every bit as amusing as you find this," she smirked at Picard, "human. She straightened and turned her attention to the pair on the bed. "By the way, Q, that bit with 'Vic' would have been pointless were it not for the 'Gaia' incident, and *that* was mine."

Picard broke in, "Gaia? Vic?"

"Nevermind," the Qs responded, in unison, exchanging a look.

The female Q observed the lovers for a moment, before continuing. "It should be no surprise that it took these two so long to find one another--and to realize what they had. None of their earlier attempts at relationships have ended well, and most have ended tragically."

She waved an arm, and a sort of 'screen' appeared, obscuring the view of the two lovers. An image appeared of two young women, in a cave, lit by firelight. "A younger Kira Nerys, during the Occupation, and the other is Cheya Falaan-- both had been hanging around with the Shakaar resistance cell, but have only recently begun going out on missions." Kira was sitting on a crate, hunched forward, one arm covering her breasts, the other clenching the remains of her shirt, as Falaan treated her wounded shoulder.

"Oww!"

"I'm sorry Nerys. Just a little longer. This is fairly superficial--I don't think you'll need stitches." She pulled out a small piece of shrapnel and grabbed the bottle of alcohol. "Watch out, this is gonna hurt."

Nerys gritted her teeth, but still couldn't keep from crying out at the pain.

Falaan dabbed at the wound one last time before bandaging it. She placed a hand on Nerys' other shoulder and leaned in closer. "There. All done. You should take it easy for the next couple days."

"How *can* I?" She rose abruptly, and Falaan's hand slipped down her back, until finally only the fingertips were in contact with her lower back. Nerys turned slightly to look over her injured shoulder, and noticed that Falaan's eyes were fixed on the spot where those fingers rested in the small of her back--saw the desire there. "Falaan?"

The young woman started, looked up, and let her hand fall away. "Nerys, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be. Touch me."

Falaan locked eyes with Nerys, and slowly reached out to touch her again. She stepped forward, nestling close to Nerys' back, reaching around to rest one hand on the heated skin of her stomach. "Nerys, I've wanted to do this for so long..."

The redhead turned in the other woman's arms, reaching up to kiss her, "Falaan"

The two clutched at one another furiously, mouths meeting in a frenzy of passion, as though they were trying to seize the moment and hold onto it.

"Cheya! Kira!" Furel's voice boomed, "the Cardassians have attacked Li's camp--we have to help with the counter-attack!"

The two women broke apart at the sound of his voice. "Damn!" Nerys fumed. Falaan just sighed, and said, "Come on. Let's get you a fresh shirt." They walked out of the chamber arm in arm, Kira clutching the remains of her shirt to her chest. "Promise me something, Nerys."

"What?"

"Be careful out there. I want to finish this."

"Deal."

The image faded to black, and Q commented, "Cheya didn't survive that raid. And the changeling fared no better during the Occupation." Q waved her hand, and more images appeared on the screen: of Dr. Mora's attempts to introduce Odo'ital to humanoid sexuality, many of which ended with some Bajoran prostitute or other reacting with fear or derision at either his humanoid appearance or, more often, his true form; images of him being used by Cardassians, male and female, for their amusement--or pleasure.

Q waved her arm once more, and the images, and the 'screen' disappeared. "And that's just before they met one another!" She looked at the pair on the bed. "But, things are *much* more interesting now. Wouldn't you say so, Q?"

"Oh, I suppose so. It's interesting for a change, anyway. All that angst was getting *tiresome*!" He nods toward the lovers. "Still?"

"Again. The third time, I believe--for her, anyway."

"Third!?" Picard spoke up, incredulous.

"Oui, mon capitaine!" Q leered, "Imagine a lover not subject to humanoid limitations. One that rarely tires, and..."

"And," Q sneered, "can change shape at will!" When Picard looked up at her, he noticed that she was about two feet taller. He couldn't fail to catch the implication. He also couldn't control the blush that began to spread over his face and neck.

"Well," Q smirked, "on that note, I'll leave you two to *discuss* the...possibilities." And, with one last glance at the bed, she disappeared.

"It's about time!"

"I heard that, Q!" Q's disembodied voice responded.

Picard shifted uncomfortably, crossed his legs trying to hide his now-throbbing erection, and focused his attention on the two lovers, avoiding Q's gaze.

Q sighed inwardly, but decided not to pursue it--yet.

Meanwhile, the lovers' movements were becoming more and more frenzied. This time, Odo was on top, thrusting into her, his lips locked with hers. After some moments, he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless. "Nerys...I can't...hold on..."

"Do it, Odo!" Kira panted, "Let go."

With one last kiss, Odo 'melted' into his natural form, stretching his substance out to encase his lover's body--covering her completely from her neck to her toes, with small tendrils reaching up to caress her face, as well--all without breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. Kira moaned, breathing in short, panting gasps. "Yes, Odo. Oh. Yes." She writhed within his golden mass, bucking her hips, on the verge of losing control from the incredible sensation of being stimulated everywhere at once. She grasped handfuls of his substance, and trailed her fingers through it, trying to stimulate him more.

Picard had been watching in rapt attention--especially since Odo's transformation. His own hips were moving, seemingly of their own accord, but he was only dimly aware of this. He was totally oblivious to the fact that Q was looking at him.

Staring, in fact. Q was watching Picard as closely as the Captain was observing the lovers. His eyes traveled over Picard's body, from his head to below his waist, and lingered there, becoming almost hypnotized by the motions of Picard's hips. But, he couldn't bear the fact that *he* was not the source of the Captain's fascination.

When he could take it no longer, he chirped, "Well, it should be obvious what happens next. On to the next stop!" And with a *snap*, Q transported them yet again, and dumping Picard, rather unceremoniously, on the floor.

"Damnit, Q!" Picard all but shouted. "You're deliberately tormenting me!"

Q thought. Aloud, he said, "Nonsense, Jean-Luc. Forgive the rough landing, but I was momentarily...distracted." He extended his hand and helped Jean-Luc to his feet.

Picard fought to control his temper, as he asked, "What now?"

"Oh, just you wait, Johnny-boy. We're not finished yet!"

End Part VIII

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