Date: 9 Jun 1998 16:00:47 -0400

From: Laura Jacquez Valentine 

Subject: NEW: Inhale 1/1 (TNG, P/Q)





Title: Inhale

Author: Laura Jacquez Valentine (laurav@stones.com)

Series: TNG

Codes: P/Q

Rating: R

Summary: Q takes a breather.





I have been watching him from inside his head.  There is a fine mind

there, for all its primitiveness.  I have learned how to command a

starship from him, how to kiss a woman as though I mean it, how to grow

and change (for what need have Q of change?  and yet change slaked some

thirst within me).



Sometimes, I have seen a thought of me, quickly buried.  I wonder why he

hides those thoughts from himself--and hence from me--so swiftly.  Does

he hate me so much that even the thought of me is unbearable?



I must rest.  Watching him is tiring, even for me.  He drives himself so

hard.  Hard.  Like the ache in my heart when I think of him, and how he

must hate me.  As hard as heartbreak, my Jean-Luc, and as warm as the

sun.



I flash into his quarters.  He is on the bridge, so far away, so close.

Humans conceive space so differently.  I wander around the rooms,

admiring all the things that he treasures.  "Tea, Earl Grey, hot," I say

to the replicator, and it spits out a small mug of the bitter liquid

Jean-Luc loves so much.  I breathe in the fragrance, then take a sip.

The taste is so strange, as strange as he is.  Alien.  Erotic.



Erotic, my Jean-Luc?  When did I begin to think of him that way?  When

did I begin to desire him as well as love him?  Was it when he was

making love to someone, and I felt his pleasure in it?  Or when he was

at peace afterwards, or alone and dreaming?



I put the cup on the nightstand and lay down on the bed.  I must rest.

I am too overwrought, too involved.  Inhale.  God, it smells of him.

Sweetness and spice and muskiness linger in the sheets.  I roll over on

my stomach and bury my face in the pillow.  Inhale.  And the scent is

there again, rising around me.  I pretend the pillow is the flat of his

belly and that he would let me be here, like this.  With him.



I am aroused.  How peculiar a sensation!  When I inhale, it gets

stronger--a warmth in my stomach, a pressure in my groin.  I press

myself against the bed.  His smell is mixed with my own.  I want to

bring him here, now, and wrap my arms around him.  Lay my head on his

belly and listen to him breathe.  Inhale.



There is a flash of light.  I hvae brought him here.  I didn't mean to,

truly--but how sweet it is.



"Q?"  He isn't angry, only confused.  "Captain Picard to the Bridge.

I'm in my quarters.  Q is here.  The situation is under control."



Riker's voice acknowledges.  I close my eyes and wait.



"Q, what do you want?"  He is moving closer.  I open my mouth to speak

and only manage to moan.  If I turn over, he will see my arousal.  I

will not show him my weakness.  Will not show him how human and needing

he has made me.



His hand touches my shoulder.  "Q?"



I tremble and do not answer.  He leans over me, trying to see my face.

Closer, my Jean-Luc.  Come close so I can feel the heat of your body.



Inhale.



His scent washes over me, and he is so close.  I turn and seize him and

pull him down on top of me, pressing his body to mine.  I kiss him (he

himself taught me to kiss; surely he will enjoy this, even if he hates

me?) and wrap my arms around him tightly.  He is not struggling, at

least.



But he does break the kiss.  "Q?"



"I'm sorry."  I let him go, but he doesn't move.  "Jean-Luc?"



And he kisses me again, and I realize he is aroused as well, that his

penis is hard against my right thigh.  I moan into his mouth and make

our clothes go away.  His fingers tug at my nipples, his body slides

along mine.  He is so strong and so gentle.  His right hand moves down

my body, between us, and wraps around my penis.  I press myself into his

hand as he begins to move--



And I wake, alone and empty and fully clothed, in his bed.



Inhale.



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The End.