Author: Nautika ( feedback@malccie.com )
Series: TNG
Pairing: Crusher/Selar
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/1 (about 4 pages)
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Notes: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - Round 7 - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/. I've only just begun to watch TNG, so I hope my characterizations are OK. Thanks to Mindy for an incredibly helpful beta and many wonderful suggestions!
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Summary: Crusher gets drunk and lonely after Tasha's death.
by Nautika
It was the middle of the Gamma shift on the USS Enterprise-D, and Lt. Selar, MD was just finishing up an experiment. The Vulcan doctor gathered her things and headed out of sickbay. As she passed the office of the chief medical officer, Dr. Beverly Crusher, she thought it curious to see the lights still on. Although Selar admired the doctor's dedication to duty, she knew Beverly didn't often remain so late in her office - except during a crisis. The two often worked together, and had developed a kind of friendship.
Selar paused just outside the door to Crusher's office when she heard what seemed to be soft whimpering sounds. She decided to investigate, to see if the doctor was all right. As she moved to stand in the doorway, the sight that greeted her was intriguing to say the least.
Dr. Crusher was reclined in her chair wearing nothing but her medical overcoat. The rest of her uniform and an empty bottle were strewn about the floor behind her. Her long, white, dancers legs were propped up on either side of her desk. Her head leaned back against the chair, exposing an elegant, long, neck. Her deep auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. The overcoat was parted enough to reveal the swells of her breasts and flat stomach, but did not expose her obviously hard nipples. Her eyes were closed in what appeared to be agony. Or was it ecstasy? She had obviously been crying, but what intrigued Selar most were Beverly's actions. The doctor's graceful hand held a hypospray, the handle of which she was repeatedly inserting and removing from herself.
Selar stood for hat seemed like forever watching the scene unfold. She could smell alcohol and Beverly's arousal from her place at the door. The aroma and erotic sight of the doctor were having a heady affect on Selar. She imagined what the cool metal of the handle would feel like sliding in and out of her own body. In her mind's eye, she saw herself, naked and kneeling in front of Beverly, exploring the woman with her tongue. Then the vision changed, to one of Selar bent over the desk as Beverly's graceful fingers worked between her legs.
Beverly's whimpering subsided as her breathing increased. As the doctor apparently had an orgasm, she gasped softly, then removed the hypospray and lowered her legs. Her eyes remained closed, but tears were once more rolling down her cheeks.
Selar's first instinct was to leave, to forget she had seen anything, but her friend was clearly very upset. Feeling an unnatural need to comfort her friend, Selar took this opportunity to clear her throat, alerting Beverly to her presence.
Beverly jumped at the noise and quickly pulled her overcoat closed. The hypospray dropped from her hand as she stood. "Lt., I... I ... didn't think anyone was still here." She sniffed and wiped at her tears.
"I was just finishing an experiment. I'm sorry to disturb you. As I was leaving, I heard your... crying." Dispensing with formalities, she continued, "Beverly, is everything all right?"
Beverly sobbed once and sat down on her chair. "No...it's not. I... I couldn't save her... she died right in front of me... there was nothing I could do...nothing...." Beverly's slender shoulders shook with silent sobs as Selar tried to piece together what she was talking about.
Selar took a few steps towards the doctor, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Then, it hit her. Tasha Yar. Today had been the funeral for the young security chief.
Feeling the warmth of Selar standing close, Beverly leaned towards the woman, resting her head on the other's abdomen. "Beverly, you did all you could." Selar began stroking the distraught woman's hair. "You must not dwell on what can not be changed. I understand Lt. Yar was your friend - "
Beverly stood, misery, anger and despair showing on her face. "Tasha was more than *just* my friend! She was my... my... lover...*sniff* ...and ...now... she's... just...gone." She collapsed against Selar's shoulder with painful, grief stricken sobs. Selar barely heard the whispered, "I feel so alone..."
'This is illogical,' thought Selar. 'I can not allow Beverly to remain in such a state. She will not be able to adequately perform her duties.' She stiffened as she felt Beverly's hand begin to caress her back.
"Hmmm..." mumbled the doctor, "I've always thought you were *sniff*... attractive, Selar......please," she looked up with teary, pleading eyes, "Don't leave me alone tonight....*sniff*...stay with me. I can't be alone....".
Selar thought for a moment and, seeing comforting her troubled friend as a logical course of action, Selar agreed. "First, I must ensure no one will inadvertently walk in on us." Selar engaged the privacy lock on the office door, dimmed the lights, and pulled down the shades. She turned back to see Beverly had once again taken a seat in her chair, her head resting on crossed arms. At first, Selar thought she had fallen asleep, but as she moved closer, Beverly lifted her head.
Selar was touched by Beverly's feminine beauty, despite the red, puffy eyes. She efficiently removed her uniform and knelt at Beverly's side. Beverly took note of Selar's golden skin, the full, pert breasts, capped with tiny dark nubs. The Vulcan's lower region was essentially hairless, except for a narrow V, shaped not unlike her eyebrows, that decorated her mons.
Selar reached for Beverly's overcoat and gently slid it off her shoulders. Beverly raised her eyes to Selar, as the Vulcan began stroking the skin between Beverly's breasts. She slowly moved from the flesh between, to squeezing Beverly's left breast, while her head bent to take the right breast into her mouth. Beverly arched her neck back at the sensation. Selar's tongue circled Beverly's large pale-pink aureole, the circle ever shrinking until she nipped at the hardness in the center.
She suckled Beverly's breast, her hand kneading the other one as Beverly moaned low in her throat. Beverly's arm came around Selar's body to begin stroking her back, reaching down to cup a firm, round bottom. She spread her legs so Selar could kneel between them and pulled the Vulcan closer.
Selar moved between Beverly's creamy thighs, and ran her tongue down the pale breastbone. She lazily dipped into Bev's navel, then continued laving a moist trail until reaching Beverly's hot, hairless center. As Selar began to work on bringing Beverly to new heights, her hands never stopped roaming over the doctor's body. First they glided over her thighs, then her hips, and up to caress her breasts and back again. Her touch nothing more than a hot whisper to inflame the CMO.
Her lips locked onto Bev's pulsating clitoris, and she sucked...hard. She brought her right hand down and inserted two fingers into the now-thrashing doctor. Beverly arched into the touch, all conscious knowledge drained as she became nothing more than a throbbing center - she couldn't spread her legs wide enough, or press her hips hard enough into the wonderful mouth that belonged to her friend. Selar sucked and licked with every ounce of her being, thrusting her fingers in and out of the writhing doctor.
Crusher's face contorted in pure bliss, her cheeks and chest flushed pink with desire. Her fingers became entangled in Selar's hair, pulling almost painfully as *finally* wave after wave of crashing ecstasy overtook her. Her hips bucked, her shoulders thrashed from side to side, her whole body shuddered with the release.
When Beverly finally returned to reality, it was to the feel of Selar planting a gentle kiss on her throat. Her hands still tracing delicate patterns over Beverly's body - caressing the doctor into the here and now. Beverly reached out to cup Selar's face in her hands and brought it to her own. Their lips touched in an infinitely tender kiss. Beverly began kissing a languid path down Selar's body. She placed light, feathery kisses over her shoulders, the tiny dark nipples, and the flat plain of her stomach, her hips, and her thighs.
She helped Selar to stand and cleared some things off her desk, encouraging Selar to bend over it. Beverly knelt behind her and placed kisses behind each of her knees and up her thighs, noting the slightly metallic flavor of her skin. Her hands once again caressed the unbelievably beautiful behind. Beverly loved the way her pale hands contrasted with the darker hue of Selar's skin tone. She stood behind the Vulcan and nuzzled the back of her neck, while her hands kneaded the round rump. Kneeling between Selar's legs, her hands stroked up and down Selar's thighs, while her tongue began exploring the Vulcan's folds; occasionally delving inside her heated tunnel.
Crusher shifted her weight and her foot came into contact with the hastily discarded hypospray. She reached for it. After moistening the handle in her mouth, she inserted its length into the pliant woman.
Selar gasped, Beverly smiled, and continued to use the handy tool. Selar bent over the desk, gripping the far end with her hands, and better exposing herself to Beverly's ministrations. The Enterprise's CMO worked the handle in and out of Selar's body, alternately blowing cool breaths on the woman's overheated sex. She removed the hypospray from Selar's core and continued the assault with her tongue. Her tongue once again darted in and out of the now empty opening.
It didn't take Selar long to reach her climax with Beverly's skillful tongue working on her. When she reclaimed her control, she melted to the floor to envelop Beverly in her arms and legs.
Beverly rested her head against the welcome shoulder, exhausted both from her emotions and the night's activity. Selar caressed Beverly's back, offering friendship and support. Her fingers wound threw Beverly's hair, combing the long strands. They stayed like that, legs and arms wrapped around one another, exchanging affectionate caresses and warm kisses for a while. Finally, Selar said, "Beverly, we should get you back to your quarters, so you may get some rest."
"Mmmm, kay," was the mumbled response. Selar dressed herself and the doctor and escorted Beverly back to her quarters. She carefully placed the near-sleeping woman in her bed and covered her with blankets. Selar stood at the door for a moment, watching Beverly sleep. She felt the stirrings of emotions deep in her belly, and reluctantly acknowledged that she was developing feelings for the other woman. She would give her friend time to grieve, then, when the time was right, she would explore deepening their relationship.
The End