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The Annual Starfleet Conference on Neurochemistry was as fascinating as usual, the talks were engaging and thought-provoking, the research on show was all cutting edge, and the company was intelligent and delightful. Beverly Crusher was fully enjoying the experience, as she had expected to. There was one part of the conference that she was not fully prepared for though, and that was the rooming situation: usually she was assigned quarters with Geordi or Data or, on one very awkward occasion, the Captain himself. There was very little space on the station where the conference was held, and it was incredibly popular, it was expected that she would have to share quarters with another person, usually a member of the Enterprise crew, as most of them attended the conference (even if they were not personally interested in the science, the atmosphere was famously brilliant). So while prepared to share a room, Beverly was shocked to silence when the doors opened to reveal Deanna Troi unpacking her extensive wardrobe.
She was not disappointed by this turn of events, not by any means, it was a delightful surprise, but it did make her wonder again about something that really wasn’t her business. For the last several years, Deanna had shared quarters with Will, given that they were not of the same rank, and that Troi wasn’t even a full Bridge Officer, Beverly had assumed that their room situation had something to do with their official relationship status, as held by Starfleet. It was the only explanation that she could find for why they, of all people, were able to share a room against regulation, when the rules were usually so strict otherwise. Beverly tried not to dwell on it too long, lest she develop a headache from trying to parse the situation, what Starfleet knew or did not know about the status of their relationship often felt more confusing than the relationship itself. All this speculation had lit a fire of hope inside that was completely inappropriate, she was sharing a room with her best friend, who was sometimes dating one of her other close friends, any feelings she had about the affair should not matter. She pushed the thoughts to one side, marshalled her emotions and stepped into the room.
“Bev!” Deanna beamed to see her best friend step through the doors and into the room that they would be sharing for the next few days.
“Hi De.” Replied Beverly, smiling into the embrace that Deanna had wrapped her in. The feeling of a warm body pressed close to her own made her relax and breathe a little easier. Maybe the weekend wouldn’t be as unpleasant as she had feared.
Their room was small, a room that was a scaled down version of the living quarters with a sofa, a few chairs and a low glass coffee table and a replicator. There was a shared bathroom off the main room and two small bedrooms on either side with only the bare essentials, a bed, chest of drawers, and a small bedside table. They had both done this before, knew how to politely coexist with a colleague or an acquaintance, it didn't really need to be any more awkward than usual.
The conference was incredibly busy and draining, despite the cramped quarters they barely had time to speak to each other in passing each evening, let alone have a full conversation. Some part of Beverly was grateful about this, some small shameful part. But she could not avoid her friend forever, not that she was deliberately avoiding her, she was just busy. They met up in the bar that evening, sharing a drink and talking about their days. It was not the venue for the deep personal conversation that Beverly had been hoping to avoid during the trip, which was mostly why she had suggested it as the location for their chat. The particularly appealing way the lights played across Deanna’s face, excellent for longing staring, was a lucky coincidence. She tried not to dwell on the yearning too hard, lest her friend pick up on something. Deanna was currently explaining to her the contents of a talk that Beverly had been unable to attend earlier in the day. She had never found theories of cortical plasticity to be overly interesting (though she had a solid grasp of the field nonetheless) but as Deanna started explaining the topic of the lecture, she found herself falling slightly more in love with the subject. Her hands darted around expressively as she marvelled at the brain, her eyes lighting up with joy and genuine interest, her rapid speech drew Beverly’s attention to her mouth where beautiful lips stretched luxuriously around long, technical words.
The sight of Deanna, so brilliant and radiant in her passion overwhelmed Beverly, her affection spilling out from her in a way that overcame the mental barriers she had worked so hard to maintain. Deanna paused in the middle of her sentence, touching her hand gently to her heart before whipping her head around to look at Beverly with a fierce gaze that suggested she knew that Beverly had not exactly been listening to her talk. She looked down and blushed, gesturing for another drink, desperate for something to do with her hands. Deanna reused a questioning eyebrow at her and Beverly’s flush deepened.
“Bev!” Deanna reached out to take her hand. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You’ve got a crush. I know it.”
“That’s not, De-”
“Oh hush, it's okay. Nothing you need to hide. I was aching for some gossip anyway.”
“And you can sense this ‘crush’ can you?” Beverly teased.
“As a matter of fact, I can.” Deanna crossed her arms playfully. “I’m hurt at your lack of faith in my abilities. I can even sense that you were thinking about this crush while I was explaining the fascinating insights Dr Freeman gave in her lecture.” Again that raised eyebrow.
Beverly blushed because it was true, blushed again because Deanna didn’t know the half of it, and politely thanked the bartender, cradling her drink in relief. Deanna smirked at her reaction and Beverly was hit again by a strong wave of affection and delight as she took in the playful grin on Deanna’s face. It was a smug, satisfied smile that basked in the knowledge that she was completely right - and Beverly found it undeniably attractive. Troi’s head whipped around to follow the bartender as she walked away.
“Is that why you suggested here as a place to meet?” She asked, half scandalised and half overjoyed.
“What? No!'' Deanna's head tilted like she was considering this new information and Beverly was struck with the desire to tease her. “I thought you said you could sense it anyway?” Deanna glared playfully at her self satisfied smirk, even as Beverly berated herself for her utter stupidity, she was very effectively digging herself deeper into this already incriminating hole.
“I can sense the emotion, not the direction.” Deanna reminded her, smiling and looking around the bar. “I can also sense that you won't tell me who it is, so I’ll just have to guess.” She peered around again, contemplating. “Guinan maybe? You seemed to react to the proximity of that bartender and I can sense a very strong affection, not just attraction, so it's probably someone you know well.”
Beverly couldn’t stop herself from playing along, Deanna's energy was intoxicating and infectious. “Yes, it's someone I know. No, it's not Guinan.”
Deanna smiled, tilting her head in an indication of thanks, before going back to scanning the bar, making small observations as she went, looking to Beverly for her response each time.
“You were speaking to him when I arrived.”
“Strictly professional.”
“I know she works for Starfleet Medical.”
“We’ve never spoken.”
“They look to be your type.”
“With hands like that?! No thank you!”
They went back and forth easily, Beverly falling into the rhythm so easily that she almost volunteered more information than she meant to, very nearly incriminating herself entirely.
“Maybe it's not someone here, maybe you were simply reminiscing. How is our good Captain these days?”
“A close friend and nothing more.”
“Good. I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do, but Q doesn’t seem the type to share.” The simple statement made Beverly laugh more than she had in a long time. It wasn’t just the easy tone of Deanna’s voice, or the way that she cut so quickly to the heart of the issue, but the way that she was focused on Beverly, tangled in the midst of starship captains and all powerful entities and Deanna cared only for her well-being. Beverly's laugh was infused with joy and love because how could it not be when her best friend sat next to her and talked so simply about wanting her to be happy, as if it was the only thing that mattered, as if it was simple and obvious that her happiness would be the only thing that Troi cared about. She decided then and there that she would enjoy the night and all that it had to offer, that she would luxuriate in the love between them, love that was simple and easy and beautiful, love that was important no matter what form it took.
“Come on.” She stood up, finishing her drink quickly and holding out a hand for Deanna. “Let’s go back to the room, I think it's time for a proper girls’ night.”
Deanna was settled comfortably on the sofa, a shimmering purple drink in hand, Beverly was sat primly in a chair facing her, holding some sort of cocktail that had materialised in the replicator with a small paper umbrella. They talked about everything and nothing for a while, enjoying relaxing and unwinding without the constant threat of an emergency. There was a reason that they didn’t do this as often as either of them would have liked and it probably had something to do with the unceasing danger and continuous work that they enjoyed on the Enterprise; not that either of them would ever dream of giving it up, but it was nice to be able to completely relax once in a while.
They chatted idly about ships gossip, which of their ensigns was dating who, the latest holodeck embarrassment, the disaster that was the engineering department’s annual party. As Deanna told her all about the latest drama between Ensign MacGregor and her partner, Beverly felt her attention drifting again until she was barely listening to the story and was instead just admiring the light in Deanna’s eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, the beautiful sound of her laughter, how warm and soft she would feel, how utterly easy it would be to kiss her and never stop. When she finally wrenched herself back to reality she found that the counsellor had stopped talking and was waiting for her attention with a wry smile.
“Back again, are we?” She asked dryly, taking a slow sip from her drink in the silence. “I was going to avoid the subject until you brought it up, but I would say that fantasising about whoever it is instead of listening to my gripping gossip is reason enough to talk about it, wouldn't you?” Beverly couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted from her, the synthehol was making her giggly, and Troi’s faux-outrage suddenly seemed like the funniest thing in the world, she’d been crushing on her friend for about three weeks and she was completely awful at hiding it. She was just thankful that she hadn’t met any full telepaths, then there would be no hope for her.
“God, I’m so glad I didn't take him up on that.” She murmured to herself, finally emerging from her unprompted bout of laughter. She looked up to see Deanna watching her with a terrifyingly piercing gaze.
“Take who up on what?” She asked, toying lazily with the rim of her glass with one hand in a way that Beverly could only classify as intensely attractive. Deanna’s eyebrow arched even further, if such a thing was possible, when she caught the flare of arousal from her friend. She snapped her fingers. “Stay here with me, stop fantasising. Tell me what you meant by that.” Her words were a command but her tone was soft and inviting, she wasn’t really that bothered by Beverly’s avoidance but she could sense that the woman was somewhat afraid to tell her something, and that just wouldn't do.
Beverly heaved a deep sigh, there seemed to be nothing left to do but give in, she couldn’t obfuscate anymore, especially not in this state. She trusted Deanna to handle it well, she might request a new room assignment for the rest of their stay, but then they would be out and away and with some distance and a few weeks, they could settle into their old friendship again, her feelings did not necessitate any sort of change in their relationship. It was still hard to speak those feelings out loud, and she wanted to answer Deanna’s question, so she closed her eyes, concentrated and pushed her love outwards. Every positive feeling she held towards her friend, every lustful gaze and longing glance, each and every thought about her beautiful, perfect lips, and her gorgeous hair, all of her love and attraction, she screamed it to the stars.
Deanna saw Beverly sigh and smiled slightly, she was happy for her friend and whatever she was about to be told would hopefully help her help Bev into a fulfilling relationship. She thought about all the love and affection that Beverly needed, all of the comfort and care that she wasn’t in a position to give, she was happy that her friend had found someone. Beverly shut her eyes, as if steeling herself, and Deanna was hit with a wall of emotion. Her shields were down more than usual and she was buffeted by wave after wave of desire, attraction, lust and above all, love. It was pure and longing and sweet, it was everything she had expected Beverly's love to feel like, it was a cool, gentle blue that carried her along for twists and turns, breaking over her, again and again, with infinite combinations and endless complexities. It was what she had been feeling all night but dialled up to the extreme, and it was seemingly all focussed on her, every thought and feeling was being pushed towards her but it was more than that. For some reason it felt as though she was the object of Beverly’s desire, that must just be wishful thinking she told herself, making her face carefully blank.
“That was a lot of emotion that you pushed onto me Beverly, while I appreciate your openness, I was wondering what it had to do with the topic at hand. I already understand your emotions, remember, I want to know who they’re for.” Beverly gave her a small sad smile and shook her head.
“I was talking to Commander Riker earlier.” She paused slightly and Deanna nodded, that made much more sense, Beverly associated her and Will in her mind and must have crossed a wire somewhere when she sent her feelings over, that was why she was feeling guilty about her attraction, and there had been tension between them ever since Odan, so it made sense. “I wanted to know if you and him were still together, or at least that’s how the conversation started. He said that I should ask you about it myself, but he did let me know that you were ‘on the market’ as he put it. He also turned down a bet I wanted to make, which was very kind, or I would have been covering his night shifts for a month once we got back to the Enterprise.” Deanna raised a slender eyebrow, relaxing back into her teasing now that she knew what was going on.
“And what was this bet, dare I ask?” Beverly took a deep, calming breath and prepared herself to potentially ruin the best friendship she had ever had.
“That you wouldn’t be able to sense my crush on you, even if I projected all of my feelings. I didn’t believe him, but you’ve proved him very much correct.” Even as her heart clenched in fear, she couldn’t help the thrill that went through her at the complete shock on Deanna’s face.
“You mean- I. I mean you- you. I mean-” She threw her hands in the air in mock exasperation, blushing and trying to hide her nervousness. “Beverly Crusher! Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“Well, I guess I assumed that you already knew, or could at least sense something, and you hadn’t made a move, so…” She trailed off, shrugging apologetically. Deanna’s face hardened slightly, she put her glass down and wrapped her arms around herself on the sofa, Beverly’s heart nearly broke to see her look so lonely.
“As a telepath, or even an empath, one must learn the importance of action. People’s thoughts, and especially their feelings, are internal, nobody should be blamed for thinking a certain way, only actions can be judged. I cannot sense your emotions and take that as consent to change our friendship, the probability that I am simply misreading so seeing what I want to see is too high - and even if I were correct 100% of the time, it would still be wrong for me to use what is essentially an advantage when it comes to interpersonal communication. You cannot expect me to make the first move without concrete evidence, and your feelings do not constitute that.” Deanna’s words were quiet, her face drawn, as if she had made this exact speech before. Beverly suddenly remembered how often she trusted Deanna to read her mood correctly, instead of just talking to her friend about how she was feeling; it had seemed easy at the time but she had failed to appreciate how big of a burden it must have been.
She was moving before she was consciously aware of it, striding around the low glass table between them to pull Deanna into her arms, sitting beside her on the couch so that her head was turned into Beverly’s shoulder and she could hold her tight in her arms.
“I’m really, really sorry De. I was being a coward.” She pulled back ever so slightly and laced her fingers with Deanna’s. “I should tell you properly. Deanna Troi, you are my closest friend and I love you with all my heart. I’ve got a bit of a crush on you and I would be very amenable to exploring a romantic relationship, but whatever happens I just want to be close to you and to love you in whatever way you need.” Her heart was racing and she wasn’t sure if any of what she said had made sense, she was sure she had just stumbled her way through the most embarrassing love confession ever. Deanna shifted, pulling her hand out of Beverly’s grasp and sitting back so that there was space between them and she could consider Beverly’s face properly. “I’m sorry.” Beverly began quickly, rushing to clarify before she was politely asked to leave. “This doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to, I overstepped. We can ignore it or just not see each other for a bit, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I can leave now, get other quarters, just please don’t say this is the end of our friendship, please Deanna, its-”
“Shh.” Deanna took the time to take in the beautiful features of her friend's face, the soft curls of her hair, the shine of her lips, her cute nose and wide blue eyes, her cheek which seemed to be made to be cradled by Deanna’s hands. Beverly’s words were more than she ever could have hoped for, she was going to have to give Will something truly spectacular to thank him for his helping hand. She was calm and peaceful, floating in a sea of love and comfort. It was easy with Beverly, always so easy to love her and to be loved by her. She cupped Beverly’s face and drew her closer. “Beverly Crusher, I love you.” She pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “And I am in love with you.” Another much firmer kiss, she poured all of her love and affection into it, her mental shields dropping as she basked in the beauty and the uncomplicated pleasure of kissing the woman she loved. She was probably projecting (a thing she considered incredibly rude and usually tried to avoid) but she didn't care, she let her lips speak for her, pressing every iota of her love through the beautiful lips of her best friend.
“Oh.” Beverly was blushing, her breath coming in short sharp pants, her hair falling in her face and Deanna thought that she had never looked more alluring.
“Yeah.” She echoed. “Oh.” She smiled and it was a smile that glowed with love because there simply was no other way that she could look at Beverly Crusher than with complete and utter adoration at her every breath. She cherished the woman, loved her with every beat of her heart and she had been so incredibly happy and privileged to be her friend. The love between them was not limited, it was not tied down, it was free flowing and beautiful. It was the dearest expression of commitment that two people could share and she would treasure it to her dying day. She smiled at Beverly and let her see all of her love, in its entirety. Beverly’s breath hitched but she knew it to be true, she could see in Deanna’s eyes that every inch of her affection was pure and true and she let herself accept that love, move with it, and do the only logical thing left for her to do.
She kissed Deanna Troi with the passion of a dying woman, as if she had mere moments left to live, as if she was starving and Deanna was the only way for her to eat, as if she was air, or water, or the ground underneath her feet, as if she was essential to her survival, as if she was everything, because she was. Their lips met in heat and fire and need, mouths surging in desperation, hands grabbing and reaching and holding. They broke the kiss briefly, panting into each other's mouths, Deanna tucked a loose strand of hair behind Beverly’s ear and her heart ached with the softness of the gesture. She pulled her into her lap, hands at her hips to hold her steady, their faces nearly level. She kissed her again, just a whisper of sensation, a brush of lips.
“Let me show you.” Said Beverly desperately, almost reverently. “Let me show you how much I can love you.” Deanna shifted in her lap, pressing forwards until their torsos were touching, revelling in the closeness.
“Show me Bev.” They met again, bodies wrapped tightly around each other as they traded love and care and tenderness through touch and pleasure.
Beverly pressed Deanna down on the bed, unzipping her uniform and pulling it down her torso until her chest was bare. She knelt over Deanna, kissing her softly and telling her how beautiful she was.
“You’re gorgeous, De. So, so beautiful like this. So beautiful always. So pretty, darling.” Her voice was low and husky and her hands roamed desperately. Stroking up her stomach and across her collar bone. Deanna squirmed at the sensation, pushing up into it, her skin tingling deliciously as Beverly ghosted soft fingertips over her body. She groaned at the teasing, letting her eyes fall shut, feeling the love in every touch as the doctor's capable hands scoured her torso for sensitive spots while her mouth placed wet, sucking kisses on the side of her neck. One of the wandering hands finally stopped its aimless travels and moved to cup her tit. Her eyes flew open and she moaned.
“Ohh fuck! Oh Beverly. Please, please.”
Beverly moaned lowly into her skin and soon the other hand had joined her chest as well and they were both squeezing and touching her. A thumb brushed her nipple through the fabric of her bra and it was like she had touched a live wire, her whole body jolted, sensitive and needy, the pleasure intense and glorious.
“That’s so good Bev. Please. More, please, ohhh!” Wet lips trailed down her chest and one finger hooked into the cup of her bra, pulling it down just enough for Beverly to wrap warm, wet lips around her nipple and suck. Deanna nearly arched off the bed, her hips bucking, her words falling out at incredible speed.
“You make me feel so good baby. So, so good. Ohh, god, please more. I need-”
“Shh.'' Beverly raised her head, a finger playing with the now damp and rapidly cooling bud of her nipple. “I know darling. I know.” She reached behind Deanna and brushed the clasp of her bra with a questioning look on her face, when she received a nod from the woman beneath her she undid the clasp, sitting back on her heels. “Can you take that off for me, baby?” She said calmly, busying herself with stripping her own uniform off. She returned to the bed in only her underwear and helped Deanna pull her own uniform down her legs and fling it across the room.
Her eyes roamed over the beautiful woman spread out in her bed, dark curls fanning out around her head like a halo, stunning in stark contrast to the white bedsheets. Her arms were folded across her stomach self consciously under Beverly's calculating gaze, her legs spread to allow her to kneel between them. Beverly brought a hand up to cup one of Deanna's now bare breasts, the nipple stiff and peaked from her earlier ministrations. Her eyes glazed over in something like awe, watching as Deanna arched into her touch, her breath hitching and juddering at sensation. Deanna’s pleasure fueled her and delighted her, it was beautiful and glorious and it went to her head, she was floaty and light; riding the wave of joy at being able to show her love so openly. She moaned under her breath and Deanna looked over worriedly.
“Oh, am I projecting?” She asked.
“No.” Rushed Beverly, breathlessly. “Not at all, you’re just stunning. You’re gorgeous, I love to see you like this.”
Beverly moved so that she was straddling one of Deanna’s thighs and leant forward to press a soft, worshipping kiss to her mouth. “I love you.” Deanna’s lips curved into a smile below her own. She tilted her head slightly and opened her mouth, pressing De down into the bed, tongues sliding luxuriously as she rolled her hips. A moan echoed between them, the sensations were delicious, slowly sparking pleasure coursing between sweaty bodies.
Spit slicked lips came together in a sinful press that mirrored the achingly slow roll of broad thighs and soaked panties. Deanna arched up into the sensation, her pleasure liquid and roiling, simmering low in her stomach, easy and scorching. The damp drag of her underwear against her clit as Beverly rolled her hips again made her whine and shudder, sparks skittering down her spine. The feeling was bright and electric and just on the edge of too much, heat and wet and friction that was nearly unbearable and so achingly perfect. Another thrust from Beverly and she felt herself drip desperately, squirming and blushing and panting in a way that was utterly delicious to the woman in top of her.
“Please.” She was unaccustomed to begging but it was so much and at the same time not nearly enough, it was filthy and all consuming and she needed everything right now.
“I’ve got you.” Beverly’s voice was soothing and confident and reassuring. “You’re gorgeous like this baby. I’ve got you and I’m going to give you what you need.” Deanna nodded, that was right, what she needed. “Now what do you say to me getting my mouth on your pretty leaking pussy. You feel like a little bit of a mess.” She cupped Deanna through her underwear to prove her point. “Might need a bit of cleaning up? Hmmm?” She patted her clothed cunt lightly for emphasis.
Deanna thought her neck might break with how hard she was nodding, her hips bucking of their own accord, heat sweeping her body at the filthy words pouring out of the mouth of her best friend.
“Please.” She said again, breathless at the mere thought. And then Beverly was making her way down her body, leaving little kisses anywhere she could reach. Down her collarbones, across a breast, over the soft expanse of her stomach, her hip bone, the band of her lacy underwear. Deanna lifted her hips off the bed, letting Beverly slide the pants down her legs so reverently. After pressing a worshipping kiss to each ankle bone the doctor made her way back up, littering her thighs with kisses and nips, until she was face to face with Deanna’s pussy. She smiled, a soft, honest smile that made her eyes sparkle.
“You’re beautiful.” Her tone was low, awed and hungry. She ran an inquisitive finger up through the forest of dark curls, watching as more and more dusky flesh was revealed, all of it shining with wetness. She flicked the finger lightly over her clit and then brought it to her lips, her grin wicked.
“Delicious.” She nearly purred. Between one second and the next, Beverly moved. Deanna barely registered it, one minute she was smirking up at her from between her legs, a slim finger between salacious lips, and the next all she could see was a shock of ginger curls buried in amongst her thighs. And then the feeling, warm and wet and moving against her with a furious passion. Her body jolted, curling up in pleasure as Beverly took it upon herself to eat Deanna out to within an inch of her life.
Beverly was in heaven, it was warm and comfortable, a delicious feast spread out before her and the soundtrack of Deanna’s moans to keep her company as she put all of her love and devotion through her jaw. She started far too quickly, it wasn't a pace she’d be able to keep up for any amount of time, but she couldn't help herself. She covered Deanna’s clit with licks and sucks, fast and merciless flicks of her tongue that had her hips kicking up and spasming from the onslaught.
After a few desperate and filthy moments of indulgence, she slowed down, the distraught noise from the head of the bed echoing in her ears as she eased into long exploring strokes of her tongue, careful little flicks and slow swipes. She felt her way around every corner of her pussy, licking out every drop of Deanna’s wetness and replacing it with her own saliva. Cleaning and worshipping and claiming with every stroke.
Deanna was trembling by the time she had finished her exploration, and possibly begging. As much as Beverly was enjoying herself, it was about showing Deanna her love in every way she could. So she gathered up all that love like she had earlier, every warm and soft feeling, every inch of the desire and admiration that infused her body from head to toe, and she pushed that emotion out in to the room and into Deanna, at the same time as she wrapped supple lips around her clit and sucked.
Deanna could feel it all, each and every thought and feeling, all of the worship and love and adoration, all of the trust and joy and brilliance radiating out of Beverly. It shot through her like a shockwave, desire and pleasure dancing inside her until she couldn’t tell who was feeling what and she could only lie there and take it as talented lips catapulted her towards an orgasm she could feel down to her bones. It was explosive, bubbles of pleasure and joy and pure love rippling through her and bursting as she came hard and fast and probably screaming.
Beverly didn’t stop sucking until the shockwaves from Deanna’s orgasm had subsided, even then she didn’t move, letting her ride out the last few shivers with a gentle roll against her waiting mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly Deanna’s fist uncurled from the sheets and her breathing evened out.
“I thought you were going to clean me up.” She mumbled with a sly smirk. “And here I am, filthier than when you started.” She was sticky and sweaty, her throat ached from screaming, her hips were trembling with the tension they had been put through. She couldn’t bring herself to care and she didn’t think Beverly would particularly mind, given how she was staring at her thighs, smeared with Beverly’s saliva and her own slick, and her hole that was currently leaking slowly onto the sheets below her.
“I could give it another go?” She asked cheekily, swiping her fingers to catch a few stray drips and suck them into her mouth. Deanna resisted the urge to swat her on the shoulder, but just barely.
“You’re a terrible tease, you know that? Just go slow.” There was a devilish half smirk from Beverly and a two fingered salute that was both entirely irreverent and deeply sincere. De’s pleasure was buzzing through her as well, she fought the urge to rub her thighs together for some relief. A soft thumb brushed over Deanna’s hole, a slow pressure that slipped just inside and withdrew almost as quickly. As it moved, a hot, wet tongue replaced it, lapping slowly at her entrance, drinking greedily and pushing ever so slowly inside her. She gasped at the feeling, the slight stretch, the gentle flicking that teased her insides and sent sparks dancing down her spine. It was gentle and languid, which was what she needed, so sensitive that any touch was intense. It wasn’t going to take her long to come again when she did it was going to go on and on.
She moved one hand to card her fingers through Beverly’s hair, stroking the fiery curls as she lay back against the pillows, enjoying the slick sounds coming from her dripping pussy. Her arousal stretched out, slow and syrupy and she settled into it as Bev continued to work. Basking in the affection and pleasure and sending it all back as best she could. Beverly Crusher was in love with her, and it was wondrous. She was in love with Beverly Crusher and she was so incredibly glad of it.
Beverly worked her way up from Deanna’s hole slowly, until her tongue was just brushing the underside of her sensitive clit. She was gentle and slow, mostly allowing Deanna to grind up against her tongue when she needed it. She pressed a finger gradually into her, inching it in and out again, slowly and gently. Deanna let out little puffs of air, barely even moans, as if they were being fucked out of her and Beverly brought her unoccupied hand up to stroke gentling circles into her thighs to calm her. It was all unhurried and tender and so carefully loving, she could feel Deanna in her head, turning all her love and desire back on her, building and soaring. She picked up a little speed, stroking Deanna’s inner walls fully and precisely. She was a doctor after all.
Deanna moaned again, her hips stuttering just slightly. “Cl-Close.” She managed to get out, her lips refusing to move around the words like she wanted them to. Beverly simply nodded against her, continuing her long slow strokes and letting her soar closer and closer to the edge. She had long since given up the fight to keep herself still under the onslaught of need that Deanna was flooding her with and her thighs pressed together in needy, desperate squeezes as she thrust down against a mattress that could provide her no friction. She did not stop or break her rhythm though, couldn't think about much else apart from showing Deanna how much she cared.
Beverly's hands were skilled and gorgeous and her lips were painting her clit with gasps and rumbling moans and she was floating and soaring and freefalling and then she was coming. So very very leisurely, in waves that rolled through her relentlessly, pleasure on top of pleasure that she never wanted to end. She let the waves take her, rode out what seemed like hours of bliss with the help of slow, steady strokes from the mouth of her favourite doctor.
Beverly was concentrated so completely on the task in front of her that she didn’t notice that she had been swept up by Deanna’s tide until she was panting into the cunt before her, shaking and tingling all over and clenching around nothing. The wonders of sex with an empath, she thought as she wrung the last embers of pleasure out of Deanna before crawling slowly up the bed to hold her.
They slept well in each other's arms, kisses and love traded freely as they lay there, drifting off.
“You never explained.” They were eating breakfast, it was the last morning of the conference and the past few days had been blissful.
“Explained what?” Asked Deanna, steeling herself carefully.
“You and Riker. Why he told me that you were on the market when it's clearly complicated.”
“Oh, that.” Denna relaxed, smiling over a mug of coffee and settling down on the sofa to explain.
“I love Will and he loves me - and we both love other people. He’s got ambitions and career aspirations and all sorts and I’ve got patients and lots of different responsibilities to juggle so we aren't dating. We’re good friends, we have dated before and we might again but right now we love each other the ways that we can whilst still keeping our lives.” She paused and smirked to herself. “‘From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs’.” She quoted easily. Beverly was smiling like she understood.
“You know I’ve always thought that William Riker was a very smart man, now I’m sure of it. I'll have to thank him at some point.” She kissed Deanna on the cheek and sauntered back to the bedroom that had become theirs to put some clothes on.