Additional Notes: I had finished this story and then lost it and I had to
rewrite half of the last part.  It's not quite as good as the original, and
it doesn't flow as well, but.. Here it is.  :)

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    Counselor Deanna Troi of Starfleet's Flagship sighed as she dragged her
spoon across the scoop of chocolate ice cream in her bowl before she looked
up at the red-haired woman in front of her and spoke in her accented English.
 "Beverly, I don't think we're going to get a vacation.  The Enterprise is
just too busy right now."  She looked down at her ice cream and unconsciously
licked her lips, anticipating the first taste of the rich chocolate before
lifting the spoon to her mouth.  The touch of the cold metal on her lips
caused Deanna to lick her lips again as she shivered from the unexpected
coolness.

    Beverly Crusher, Chief Medical Officer on board the USS Enterprise D,
watched as her dark-haired lover closed her mouth around the spoon and
shivered slightly, her mind bringing up exactly what Beverly knew those lush
lips could do to a body.  "Deanna, everyone has to take vacations!  If we
don't deserve them, who does?"

    Deanna watched Beverly closely, her luminous eyes taking in the shiver.
"Are you cold?"  Upon receiving Beverly's negative response, she continued.
"I didn't say that we don't deserve a vacation, Beverly.  Merely that we
probably won't."  She dipped the tip of her spoon into her dessert again,
bringing it to her lips slowly before stopping.  Holding the spoon out from
her, Deanna offered it to Beverly, who shook her head again.  Shrugging,
Deanna brought it back to her own mouth, her tongue running over the bottom
of the spoon to catch any drops that were ready to fall before playing the
spoon in her mouth, moaning as the dessert slid down her throat and it made a
trail of liquid chocolate to her stomach.

    Beverly's mouth went dry at the sound of her lover moaning and she
quickly lifted the cup holding her coffee to her lips to take a drink out of.
 The coffee, which had just been refilled by the Ten Forward hostess Guinan,
sloshed over the sides as Beverly gasped and pulled it away from her lips and
glared at the offending liquid, one hand raised to her burned upper lip.
"I've got to learn to be more careful!"

    Deanna had looked up at Beverly's gasp, startled at the sharp noise.
"Are you ok?"

    Beverly placed the cup to one side and used her napkin to blot the spots
on her uniform from where the coffee had spilled.  "I'm ok.  I just didn't
expect it to be so hot."  Beverly lowered her hand quickly.  "It'll be better
in a few minutes.  Damn. I'm going to have to change my uniform."

    Deanna watched as Beverly lowered her hand from her lips and tossed the
damp cloth on the table.  "You know, Doctor Crusher, in the Starfleet Medical
courses I took, we were taught that, if it isn't possible to go to Sickbay,
we should treat burns with something cold pressed against the site of the
burn."  As she said this, Deanna ran her spoon around the slowly melting ice
cream she had been enjoying.

    Beverly laughed at Deanna using her Starfleet designation and decided to
match it, wondering just what the other woman was up to.  "While that is
true, Counselor Troi, burns as slight as this one is only require a few
minutes of time to fade.  No cold-pack is necessary."

    Deanna, her eyes laughing, pretended to look shocked.  "Why, Doctor!  I
never thought that *you* would ignore standard medical procedures."  She
leaned a bit closer and added, in a conspiratorial whisper, "Are you normally
this lax, or just sometimes?  I may need to inform the Captain about this,
you know."  Deanna leaned back, her right hand still dragging the spoon
through her dessert.

    "Oh, I'm normally this lax, my dear Counselor.  But is there anything I
can do to.. persuade you.. not to tell Captain Picard about this?"  Beverly's
tongue darted out, licking her lips to make sure Deanna had no misconceptions
about just what Beverly would do.

    "You're trying to bribe me with sexual favors?"   Deanna's voice raised
slightly in feigned indignation, causing several people at surrounding tables
to look over at the two women.  She shrugged her shoulders slightly, the
movement raising her breasts under the uniform she wore, smiling guiltily at
those who looked towards them.  Lowering her voice, so as not to attract
anymore unwanted attention, Deanna smiled a mysterious half-smile.  "Perhaps
you can.  But first, let's take care of this burn, shall we?"

    Beverly swallowed at the sight of Deanna's smile, recognizing exactly
what it meant.  "What do you suggest?  That we go to Sickbay?  Maybe you
can.."  Beverly's voice trailed off, before continuing in a husky whisper
"..personally see to it I get medical attention I need in my office."

    Deanna's smile widened, a predatory gleam showing in her eyes.  "Oh, I
was suggesting something much.. much more basic, Doctor Crusher."  Her eyes
locked with Beverly's as the hand that had been dragging the spoon lifted and
traced Deanna's lips.  She smiled as Beverly gulped again, knowing the woman
could see what she was doing.  Slowly, Deanna stood up and leaned forward,
pressing her cooled lips against Beverly's hot ones.  The cold from the spoon
quickly gave way to the heat that flared between them, and Deanna's tongue
slid out to trace Beverly's upper lip.

    Beverly, still sitting, moaned softly as her hands clenched the sides of
the table, not wanting to grab Deanna because she knew that she wouldn't want
to let the smaller woman go.  Her lips opened as her tongue darted out to
mingle with Deanna's before Deanna's retreated.  She moaned again as Deanna
closed her mouth, smiling against Beverly's lips as Beverly did her best to
storm Deanna's defenses and make the younger woman's mouth open again.

    While Beverly's continued her assault, Deanna placed her hands over
Beverly's straining ones.  Deanna's mouth opened as soon as Beverly's closed,
her teeth gently chewing on Beverly's lower lip before she murmured  "Did you
enjoy my treatment, Doctor?"

    Beverly's eyes opened, looking into the playful ones scant inches away.
Her lips still close enough to Deanna's to touch by moving her head forward a
few millimeters, she answered breathlessly.  "Oh, yes, I did, Counselor.  But
I don't think you should become a Doctor."  At the questioning look in
Deanna's eyes, Beverly continued.  "I'd definitely want to be with you while
you treated any patients.  You wouldn't want a jealous redheaded lover, now
would you?"

    "Oh, definitely not." Deanna responded, her breath mingling with
Beverly's.  One hand lowered, brushing against the cool dampness on Beverly's
stomach, the highest place the spilled coffee had hit.   "I believe you said
you needed to change your uniform before you went on duty, Doctor.  Would you
like some help?"

    Beverly pulled back from Deanna's touch, her nipples hardening against
the fabric of her uniform.  "Would you be so kind?  In fact, I think I left a
few uniforms over at your place."

    Deanna smiled again, her eyes sparkling.  "I wouldn't have offered if I
didn't want to back it up.  As I remember, you did."  Deanna moved around the
table, her hands lifting Beverly's to pull the woman from her seat.  Once
Beverly was up, Deanna relinquished one hand, keeping a firm hold on the
other one.  Leaning closer to the woman, having to raise herself so that she
was closer to Beverly's ear, Deanna, in a purposely husky murmur, made an
offhand comment designed to tease Beverly.  "Besides, I want to *personally*
check you and treat  any more burns, no matter how slight."

    Beverly shivered involuntarily as soon as Deanna said that, but she
quickly recovered, lowering her head.  "Do you promise?"

    Deanna's laugh could be heard across Ten Forward, along with her
response.  "I most definitely do!" before the door quietly slid shut behind
their retreating figures.

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    Beverly pressed Deanna's smaller frame into the wall of the turbolift,
her hands holding the smaller woman's waist as she pressed frantic kisses
onto Deanna's welcoming mouth.  "We'll have to be quick, you know.  We don't
have much time before we have to go back to work."

    Deanna automatically lifted her arms, linking her hands around Beverly's
neck to pull her closer.  "Enough time.  I'm supposed to be meeting Will
after lunch in Ten Forward for Personnel Reviews, and he doesn't mind if I'm
a little late."  Deanna pressed her body forward, her breasts coming into
contact with the high, pert ones that went so well with Beverly's leanly
muscled body as her hands unwound themselves from Beverly's neck to roam down
the body she knew as well as her own.

    "Oh, you're *so* lucky!  I have a meeting with Selar.  I doubt she'd be
as forgiving and understanding as Will."  Beverly groaned, forcing herself to
pull away from Deanna and place her hands onto Deanna's roaming ones.  "Stop.
 If we continue, we may not be able to finish in your quarters."  Beverly had
laid her head back, resting it on the wall of the turbolift as she tried to
get her breathing under control.

    Deanna's hands stilled under the pressure of Beverly's, but her fingers
refused to, continuing to stroke Beverly's sensitive body through the fabric
of her uniform.  Her mind automatically attempted to center itself, causing
Deanna's body to still as her breathing normalized.  "You're right, of
course.  I know you are.  Besides, imagine if someone came in."

    Beverly watched Deanna, amazed yet again at how easily Deanna calmed
herself.   "You've gotta' teach me how to do that."  She smiled, reflecting
how easily the Betazoid could get her to forget they were not only on the
Enterprise, but in a public place.  "I didn't think of that one."

    "I know you didn't.  That's one reason why I love you.  You can be very
practical when it's needed, but you aren't always.  It makes you more
approachable." Deanna stretched up, placing a quick kiss on Beverly's lips
before turning around and leaning into her.

    "Meanwhile, Deanna, you're almost *never* practical."  Beverly slid her
arms under Deanna's, linking them so they rested on Deanna's stomach.

    "I am too practical, Beverly Howard Crusher!  When it's needed.  I
thought of us being interrupted, didn't I?"  Deanna sensed Beverly's nod more
than she felt it.  "Would you rather I be like someone else?  Maybe more like
my mother?"

    Beverly shuddered in distaste.  "God, no!"  A second later she paused,
thinking of how that could have sounded to Deanna.  "I mean - I do like your
mother, Deanna.  Really, I do.  It's just she can be...  Well, sometimes
she's..."  Beverly's voice trailed off as she tried to think of something
complimentary about the older Troi.  Not thinking of anything, she decided to
abandon that line of thought and focus on another.  "Deanna, I love *you.*
The person you are on the inside.  If you want to change yourself, then
change yourself.  It's your decision and I'll support you no matter what.
I'll love you either way."

    Deanna smiled, lifting Beverly's hand to her lips to kiss her palm.
"I'll love you no matter what as well, Beverly Crusher.  I know what you mean
about Mother, though.  She can be both overbearing and intimidating."  Deanna
laughed, the sound easily surrounding Beverly.  "She even intimidated Will,
though he'll deny it until the day he dies."

    Beverly's laughter joined Deanna's at the thought of the bearded First
officer being intimidated by anyone, but especially a woman.  They laughed
harder when the doors slid open and William T. Riker walked in.  "Speak of
the devil."  Beverly's arms tightened around Deanna, pulling the almost
doubled-over woman closer to her.

    Will Riker stepped into the turbolift with a questioning look to it's
occupants.  Beverly Crusher, laughing, her hair askew and sections of her
uniform damp, was standing against the wall, her arms holding up a flushed,
laughing Deanna Troi.  He didn't quite know what to make of the sight
presented by two of the most refined women on board.  "Is there a problem,
ladies?"

    Deanna was the first to recover, straightening in the secure circle she
was in.  "No, Commander.  Nothing's wrong.  We were just... talking."
Deanna's voice, feigned innocence that sat oddly with her flushed face and
sparkling eyes, trailed off at the end while Beverly said nothing and lowered
her head to snicker into Deanna's hair.

    Will smiled, not understanding exactly what was going on, but knowing it
was not only something funny, but it had nothing to do with talking.  Not
completely, anyhow.  The turbolift glided easily to a stop at the floor the
women had requested and the doors slid open.

    Beverly moved forward, tightening her hold on Deanna so that the other
woman   couldn't get away, forcing Deanna to match her footsteps.  "Enjoy the
rest of your lunch hour, Will."

    "Oh, I will."  Will's smile turned into a smirk.  "I suspect I won't
enjoy it as much as you will, though."  The door was sliding closed as he
called out "See you later, Deanna.  I'll understand if you're late!"

    Beverly and Deanna smiled at each other before laughs shook their bodies
again.  Deciding they should retreat to the privacy of Deanna's quarters,
they hurried down the hall, missing the look Captain Picard gave them while
he took advantage of his free moments to stroll around his ship.

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    Deanna's hands got busy as soon as the door closed behind them, her
fingers hurriedly working the fastenings with a practiced ease as she
struggled to free Beverly from the confines of her clothes.  She grunted with
satisfaction as she was finally able to peel the damp uniform away from the
creamy skin of her lover.  She immediately fastened her mouth to Beverly's
breast, her tongue working it's way around the hardening nipple, eliciting a
gasp from Beverly, even through standard issue bra.

    Beverly pushed Deanna away, gasping for breath as she regarded the other
woman for a second. Deliberately, she found the fasten to Deanna's uniform
and pulled it down with agonizing slowness.  Once the zipper was down,
Beverly placed her cool hands against Deanna's warm skin and pushed the
uniform to the floor, where it joined her own after Deanna stepped out of it.
 "I wish we could take our time, Deanna."

    Deanna smiled, once again taking Beverly's nipple into her mouth through
the standard issue bra.  "So do I, Beverly.  So do I.  But we can make up for
it later."  Deanna's fingers slid into the waistband of Beverly's underwear,
accidentally grazing her sensitive womanhood as they pulled them down.
Lifting Beverly's ankles to make her step out of the now soaked undergarment,
Deanna guided her feet towards the couch.

    Beverly let out a small cry as her knees collided with the edge of the
couch and she fell backwards, unaware she had been as close as she obviously
had been.  She raised Deanna to her as soon as she was flat, plunging her
tongue into the mouth pressed against hers as her hands quickly worked away
Deanna's underwear.  Pulling the fabric away from the soft skin, Beverly was
sure to repay Deanna's favor from earlier, her long fingers gently tugging on
the moist, fleecy pubic hair revealed.

    Deanna gasped at the feeling before a long moan escaped her throat.
Sitting up, she inched down Beverly's body until she was kneeling on the
floor between her legs.  Looking up at Beverly, Deanna slowly drew her finger
along the crease that separated the engorged lips, letting her fingernail
rake across the sensitive nubbin hidden securely in the soft folds, her touch
causing Beverly to close her legs with a gasp, effectively trapping Deanna's
hand where it was.  Deanna tried to free her hand from it's warm prison,
chuckling when she was unable to.  "Beverly, you have to let go."

    "Mmmmm no, I don't."  Beverly's softly spoken response drifted down to
Deanna, making her laugh.  The movement shook her body and moved into her
hand.  "Hey! Stop moving, will ya?"

    "Oooh.  That's how it is, huh?  Well, now that I know your weakness..."
Deanna smiled to herself, experimentally bending her index finger before
straightening it.  Ignoring Beverly's complaint, she continued the movement,
randomly changing fingers so they tapped Beverly in a different area. The
movements and alternating pressures soon had Beverly's legs spread, allowing
Deanna greater access to her center.  Deanna's fingers slid in a little at a
time, pausing ever few millimeters before they all slipped in without
resistance.  Her thumb, which had stayed on the outside, rubbed the nub that
had started this slight torture, starting in wide circles around it and
getting closer with each rotation.  The continued skirting brought Beverly to
the brink of her orgasm, but Deanna quickly lifted her thumb to begin the
larger rotations, beginning the delicate torture again.

    Beverly's stomach muscles clenched as she thrust herself towards Deanna's
hand, hoping to increase the pressure and stop the gentle teasing.  Her head
was thrown back, resting on one of the overstuffed pillows Deanna favored, as
her eyes stared out the window, the stars flying by increasing her feeling
that she and Deanna were the only ones in the universe.  Her tongue glided
over dry lips before her tongue bit down on the lower one to keep herself
from crying out.  She lost that battle at the feeling of Deanna's free hand
pressing against her pelvis, forcing Beverly's body back onto the cushion
beneath her.  The cool hand traveled up her body before stopping at her rock
hard nipples, the fingers echoing the circling motion that was present lower,
running gently over the areola.

    Deanna's hot breath drifted over Beverly's skin, caressing the inside of
her thigh and her seeping pussy. The increased stimulation proved to be too
much for Beverly, who cried out as she felt the waves of her release crashing
over her, intensified by being denied before now.

    Beverly's head lifted a few minutes later, a large smile spreading across
her face as she felt Deanna's fingers slide effortlessly out of her
well-satisfied body.  Her head raised as her fingers gently touched herself,
her long fingers touching the still throbbing folds, and looked down at
Deanna.  "That was wonderful, love" Beverly purred, her voice sounding as
content as her smile looked.

    Deanna smiled in response, moving to sit on the couch between Beverly's
long legs before lifting herself and stretching her body over Beverly's so
that she could kiss her mouth.  "I aim to please, darling.  Don't you know
that by now?"  Her breath drifted over Beverly's skin, hot against the
coolness of the air.

    "Oh, yes, I do.  Quite intimately, actually."  Beverly's voice was soft,
one hand stroking Deanna's hair before the other woman pulled back to sit on
the couch again. Beverly leaned forward, her legs wrapping around Deanna's
waist to hold her where she sat.  "And now, I am to please *you,* Madam."
She opened her legs, one hand holding Deanna's neck as the other gently
pushed her onto her back.

    One graceful hand began to knead the full, soft breasts as it's companion
traveled downward.  Beverly's thumb traced Deanna's pelvis bones, stopping at
the dip below her navel while her other fingers curled up, sliding easily
into her swollen folds until the tip of her middle fingers was even with the
outside thumb.  She put pressure on the thumb, smiling as Deanna gasped at
the feeling of the fingers meeting through her skin.  Slowly Beverly began to
move her fingers, sliding them in and out of Deanna's slick passageway,
stopping just before they reached the thumb.

    Deanna's head thrashed from side to side, her long hair falling out of
the headband that had kept it up to tangle on the cushions and stick to her
sweat-slick skin.
Her teeth bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to stay quiet as gasps and
moans were torn from her throat.  Her hands clenched at her sides, holding on
to chunks of the cushions as she lifted her hips, hoping to match Beverly's
rhythm and deepen the penetration.  Her arousal centered around the area
where Beverly's thumb and fingers met, intensifying and radiating outward to
encompass her entire body.

    Beverly smiled and made a noise in her throat that increased Deanna's
arousal instead of soothing it.  Her fingers quickened again, matching
Deanna's fast breathing, as the hand at Deanna's breast rolled the nipple
around in it's long fingers, giving them a slight pinch that caused Deanna to
verbally cry out.  Beverly's hand left Deanna's breasts after giving the
other one the same treatment, trailing down her stomach in a whisper-light
caress to join the other one.

    Long fingers gently pressed down on the folds, causing Deanna to jerk
before they disappeared, having been placed on the cool glass table.  Those
same fingers parted the folds some more before pressing into Deanna's center,
being careful to avoid the busily working other fingers.  Deanna spasmed as
the cooled fingers touched her own nub and pressed down, bringing tears to
her eyes as her body worked furiously to attain what it was being denied.

    Beverly smiled up at Deanna's flushed, damp face and decided to put her
out of her misery.  The position of the stroking hand changed, allowing
Beverly's fingers to surpass the pressure from her thumb, sliding deep into
Deanna's core.  Deanna gasped again as the tip of Beverly's fingers grazed
her uterus before beginning to move even faster than before.  Beverly added
another element to the penetration, not only sliding her fingers in and out,
but also allowing them to curl, her nails dragging slightly over one
ultra-sensitive wall as her knuckles pressured the other wall outward, making
Deanna's passageway expand and contract impossibly fast at the same time as
the skilled fingers penetrated deeper and deeper.

    Deanna felt a rush of liquid leave her body, coating Beverly's hand
before the excess fell onto the underwear still on the couch as she felt the
beginning tremors shake her body, starting at the place that supported
Beverly's thumb before encompassing her entire body.  The tremors turned to
shudders as Deanna's hips bucked and a scream escaped her throat before she
collapsed.  Deanna was dimly aware of being lifted and being placed on a
warm, soft person.  She pulled herself up, moving so that her legs straddled
Beverly's hips and shuddered as the movement caused her still throbbing mound
to press into Beverly's.  She leaned forward, twining her arms around
Beverly's neck before resting her head on the soft skin and listening to the
echo of a heartbeat.  "That was unbelievable, Beverly."

    "Tell me about it.  I almost came just from watching you enjoy it."
Beverly lifted a hand, gently stroking Deanna's hair as she listened to her
breathing normalize.  "Let's rest a few minutes.   I think we both deserve
it."

    Deanna raised her head to look into Beverly's light blue eyes.  "Won't
that make us late?"

    Beverly laughed, the movement shaking their bodies.  "We're already late,
Deanna.  A few more minutes won't make much difference."

    "Oh."  Deanna settled back onto Beverly, sighing.  "I don't want to move.
 Do you wanna' play hooky for the rest of the day?"

    "I wish we could, but we can't."  Beverly was quiet for a few minutes
pausing before she sat up, lifting Deanna with her.  "Come on, we have
showers to take."

    Deanna sighed and snuggled closer, her body still feeling boneless.  "Do
you want to share?"

    Beverly laughed again.  "Sonic shower, Deanna.  Not a water shower.  I
wish we could, but no.  We're already going to be 20 minutes late."

    Deanna lifted her head, her arms still twined around Beverly's neck.  "As
you said, we're already late.  What's a few more minutes going to matter?"

    Beverly lifted Deanna off her, placing her on the couch before standing
up and stretching.  "You know as well as I do that it won't stop at just a
few minutes."  "While I'm in there, can you send our uniforms through the
recycler?"  She said the last words as she was walking through the bedroom
door.

    "Okay."  Deanna grumbled before an idea struck her.  Lifting the clothes
from the couch and floor, she followed Beverly into the bedroom and placed
them on the recycler.  Waiting for them to be recycled, Deanna looked towards
the open bathroom door.  When they had finished, she placed them on the bed
with the correct numbers of pips attached and their communicators and headed
towards the bathroom.  "Hey, Beverly?"

    "Yeah?"  Beverly's voice drifted back, still sounding as relaxed as
before.

    "Ready or not, here I come!"  Deanna's smile could be heard in her voice
as she walked into the bathroom.

    A shout of laughter drifted out along with a feigned complaint from
Beverly.  "Hey, no fair!"

    Deanna's accented voice drifted out, oozing satisfaction and playfulness.
 "Didn't your mother every teach you the old saying?  All's fair in Love and
War.  And lunchtime liaisons, my dear Doctor, are definitely love!"

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