Title: The sculpture
Author: T’Maia (T_Maia@altavista.com)
Series: TNG
Code: C/T
Rating: [PG-13/R]
Disclaimer: Paraborg owns all things Trek. Since I’m having much more fun with their toys, I decided to borrow them.
Summary: Two women. Captain Picard, beware!
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"Hmmm, that’s good", Deanna moaned. She was lying on her bed with her face buried in the pillows, naked except for her panties.
She really loved getting backrubs. Especially medical ones from Beverly.
"Maybe I should hurt my back more often. Your therapy.. ouch!"
Deanna cried out as Dr. Crusher hit on a knot in her shoulder.
"You’re totally cramped. You should relax once in a while my dear."
"That’s why I’m so glad to have you."
"Don’t praise me before we are through."
Deanna grinned into her sheets.
The doctor’s warning proved to have some merit. Deanna cried out more than once "Oh, the pain!" She was really relieved when Dr. Crusher finally reached for her bag and brought out a bottle with skin treatment massage oil.
The heavy scent of ’ud, also called aloeswood or gaharu, wafted through the room. Beverly took a drop of the oil into her hands, inhaling its perfume. ’Ud was the only incense that had equal qualities to sandalwood. Among certain telepathic species it’s effects were even stronger. She probably should not use ’ud scented oil on Deanna, but they both loved the smell. Also it was the only massage oil she had and what harm could be done? They were both adults.
Gently she poured a small amount of the oil on Deanna’s back. Then she ran her palms along her friend’s spine, spreading the oil. Up to her neck, then down over her shoulders to the mould created by the joining of back and behind. Carefully she made sure she did not miss a single spot. Deanna’s skin really needed the beneficial effects the oil provided. Keeping that in mind, Beverly let her hands travel further. To the side, along the arms, back up again and down to Deanna’s legs. Deanna squirmed as the doctor touched the sole of her right foot and spread her toes, massaging the oil in. After that Bev’s fingers journeyed to the inside of the thighs, gently tickling that area. At last she told Deanna "Turn around."
The counselor complied and rolled on her back. Laid back she watched her friend continue her ministrations. She enjoyed the feeling of Bev’s warm hands sliding up her belly and cupping her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples, squeezing. Warmth spread up from her groin and she swallowed down a moan. She was not sure if she really wanted to go were this was going, but she closed her eyes and relaxed.
Suddenly a weird thought hit her and she had to suppress a giggle. Seeing Beverly’s confused expression, she explained,
"You know, this reminds me of something I saw in one of those awful talk shows they transmit via vidcom. They had this Aldorian there and he wrapped naked people in plaster of paris. Called it Erotic Sculpturing."
Beverly grinned. "I saw the show. I’ve always wanted to try that."
Keeping a totally innocent face Deanna suggested "So why don’t we do it?"
Beverly stopped massaging Deanna’s breasts. "Are you serious?"
"No, I am not. I’m just in a weird mood, Bev, otherwise I would not suggest it. So come on, let’s get the stuff we need. Computer, replicate surgical cast wraps and a bucket of water."
She got up from the bed and walked over to the replicator. Turning her head over her shoulder she continued "I hope you can instruct me how to use them."
"Of course, I fought with this messy crap in a history course at Starfleet med school. But I was more thinking about wrapping you up."
"Oh no, I hate having cold wet slimy stuff on my skin. So you will have to suffer through it." Deanna took the materials from the replicator and brought them over.
"Ok, I’m not going to argue about it." With that she pulled her uniform shirt over her head and unfastened her bra.
Nodding at Deanna’s naked body she commented "Now we’re even."
Deanna smiled enigmatically and stepped up to her friend. Slowly she raised her hands and cupped them around Beverly’s breasts.
"No, we are not." Deanna answered. "You have been driving me nuts the last fifteen minutes or so. You know I am sensitive to massages. You also know that aloeswood is a powerful aphrodisiac. And thanks to all those talks we had, I know how to drive *you* nuts."
With this she leaned over and started to nibble at her friends ear, gently squeezing her breasts at the same time.
Beverly moaned. "No, stop that, I’m not in the mood for it."
"Don’t even try to lie to me. I’m an empath, remember? I know that you like to sleep with women on occasion and that you’ve been getting your kinks out of rubbing my breasts. So don’t deny it."
As answer Beverly only sighted, lost in sensations.
"Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Captain. Patient confidentiality, you know."
Beverly knew only too well. She had occasionally given special medical exams herself. Kissing Deanna, she let herself sink on the bed, pulling the counselor along in the process.
* * *
Later they both lay relaxed on the bed. "I must say it was a very clever ruse of you to pretend that you wanted to wrap me into plaster of paris." Beverly said.
The other woman shrugged. "We can still do it. It would be a waste not to use the stuff I already replicated."
Only then did the doctor notice the bucket with water and the rolls of plaster-coated fabric still sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. A wicked thought hit her.
"Yes, you’re right. We shouldn’t waste this." she stated. "Come on, Deanna, let’s do it."
Both women got up. Deanna unwrapped the rolls, and the doctor placed them in the bucket, squeezing them to speed up the distribution process of water among the plaster coated fabric.
Meanwhile Deanna rummaged in her closet for some plastic foil until she found a shopping bag that an old-fashioned trader on a backwater world had generously given to her.
She placed it on the bed to protect the sheets from stains. It was a sorry cover, but it would have to do. At least it covered something.
Bev handed her the wet cast and reclined. Applying the stuff was easy. The betazoid woman placed one stripe on the chest, the next one a little higher directly under the breasts, two smaller ones to form something which resembled a bra and some more to finish and stabilize. When she was done, Beverly looked as if someone had covered her chest with snow.
Staring down at the wet substance, Bev waited for it to dry. After a while she poked it with her finger. Hmm, this was about right.
"What are you smiling about?" inquired Deanna.
"You will see. Computer, replicate some thick wire and soft metal skewers."
The consistency of her cover was perfect now. Already hard enough stay the way it was, but not hard enough that it couldn't be formed anymore. Now she had to work fast.
"Please get me the skewers." With these words she got up, and placed the cast on the table. It would be hard to clean afterwards, but that didn't matter. Snatching a pair of scissors she cut off the part where her ribs showed and used it to form a base. Quickly she stuck the skewers in, crossing them in the middle. She bent one of them and fastened the bowl that had been surrounding her left breast just a moment ago to it. The other bowl got spiked through and placed upside down on the other skewer. Generously she distributed the remaining parts, arranging them around the two bowls and stabilizing the whole thing with some wire. When she was done, she stepped back to judge her work. It looked ... crazy. Grinning she turned to Troi.
"What do you think?"
"Well, I think it looks ... weird."
"Yes, just like Modern Art."
"What you’re going to do with it?"
"You will see."
Deanna was curious, but she sensed that her friend would not tell her anything more. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know. Sighting, she headed for the bathroom to clean her hands from the plaster and take a sonic shower.
When she returned, Beverly had already cleaned up most of the mess.
"Your turn", Deanna indicated with a move of her head.
"About time. We have to get ready for the party."
Deanna rolled her eyes. "You call a stuffy dinner in the Officer’s Lounge with Chateau Picard a party?"
"Believe me, Deanna, we’re going to have some fun", Beverly called from the bathroom.
"Your words against my personal nightmare, to die of boredom at the Captain’s Birthday Party."
"Aw, it won’t be that bad. And if you really fall asleep, Will will carry you to your quarters."
Beverly stepped out from the shower and got dressed.
"Let’s go."
Both women headed out of the door.
* * *
The dinner was delicious, Will had really outdone himself as a cook. Or in ordering takeout, whatever. Who cared? All that mattered was that it wasn’t from the ship’s replicator.
After they had finished, Data procured an oil panting of the Enterprise. Captain Picard thanked him and Beverly used the distraction to sneak out of the doors. She hurried down the corridor and took the turbolift.
She returned with her burden just in time to hear Picard ask "Where is Doctor Crusher?"
"I’m here, Captain" she replied and flashed him a smile. "I just wanted to get your present."
Carefully she placed the object on the table and slid back the cover. Across the room Deanna gasped aloud and clasped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide open.
"Well, I’m not sure what to say," commented Picard. "I had no clue you where into sculpturing Modern Art."
"Let’s say I found a new hobby." Beverly smiled enigmatically. "Why don’t you simply say thanks and promise me that it’s going to get a place of honor in your office, Jean-Luc?"
"Of course. Thank you very much, Beverly. I hereby promise to place it on a spot where everybody can see it."
As soon as his attention was elsewhere Beverly slipped over to Deanna and whispered, "See, I promised you it would get interesting."