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| Three tense days later, Katherine began to relax. Apparently, god-like beings sulked after being slapped down by mere mortals. In fact, the more she thought about their last encounter, the more amused and cocky she felt. For anime babes a god-like being, Q had acted rather like a stereotypical 18 year old human male. Hit on a woman and big asses then got all pissy when she rejected him. Men were just so predictable. Thinking of predictable, she recalled the look on Wesley's face when she'd walked...well, stalked into her quarters that first night. He'd probably thought she'd sexy women come up with that excuse for clothing for his benefit. His mouth had opened, and if he'd been a Falloinian, he'd have turned purple with lust. Her lips quirked...well, maybe one part of him had been almost purple with lust. Upon reflection, throwing that excuse for a uniform away probably hadn't been the best use of it. She could've... "And what are you so thoughtful about?" Beverly Crusher was amused at the way Katherine's cheeks flushed a bright red. "Nothing. Um, just feeling self conscious I guess," Katherine let her voice trail off. Beverly's mind went directly to where Katherine had hoped to misdirect it. "Are people treating you oddly because of Q?" "Some are. It's euro babe like they're worried if I say the wrong thing he'll pop up." Katherine frowned. "Is there a precedent babe teens for that?" Beverly rolled naked cheerleaders her eyes. "With Q there doesn't need to be a precedent. He always just wreaks so hot young blonde cheerleaders much havoc that the thought of him makes some of the crew jumpy. I have to get to Sickbay, but if you pussy lick want to talk, I'm around." At Katherine's nod, she walked away briskly. Katherine liked and admired Beverly. It had not escaped her that her father found Wesley's mother about as charming as she found Wesley. However, she thought with a rueful smile, her father seemed to be taking significantly longer to court the attractive doctor than it had taken for the diplomat to discover and seduce the young blondes doctor's son. She wondered what big breasted blondes Wesley thought of all of it. They had never discussed it, preferring to deal with their own mess of a romance. She'd have to bring it up. Wesley didn't seem the matchmaking type, but if there was anything she could do to bring Beverly and her cheerleader sex father together, she'd be willing to do it. Katherine spent the next several hours continuing to deal with the messages and situations that had piled up in her absence. Nothing critical, of course. The Diplomatic Corps was a firm believer in early intervention, so most of it were situations that had potential to become something more. There was a particularily tricky trade dispute that she needed to handle sooner rather than later. However, she was going to need someone with a better handle on bikini models gallery that subsection of space. She elected to hunt down Data, who she often found very useful in these things. Q women fucking big cocks continued to do the hardest thing he had ever done. He sat back and watched and waited, collecting information on the Picard girl. Every time he began to get bored (and he was so easily bored) he reminded himself that she had had the temerity to strike him. Of course, it was much harder to bring up anger when she was doing something like bathing. He had developed a fascination with her baths. She actually filled this "tub" with what looked like boiling hot water, then poured oils and flakes into it, causing it to erupt in pink bubbles. She'd then climb into the water, sink down below the bubbles until only her shoulders and head were above them and hum contentedly. Did all human females complete this odd ritual? Why did she do it? It was much more effective to take a sonic shower. She would eventually have to wipe all those bubbles and oils and such off her body anyways. What pleasure did she derive from it? He watched now as she approached Data. They were talking about some petty economic concern so he decided instead to observe her body language. She sat, nodding every so often, her eyes focused on his face whenever she wasn't glancing at her note padd. Her legs were crossed, something only females of the species did. Q idly wondered if it was something they were taught, or if it was some kind of genetic mating urge? Her hair was up, something the women tended to do when they wanted to be taken seriously. Of course, he pondered, she put it up to take those bath things too. Afterwards, she spent several more hours working. By Q she was her father's fat models daughter. Didn't she ever just have fun? Kick up her heels? He was just the person to teach her about fun. She would be significantly more interesting if she knew how to have fun. But first he'd have to get into her good graces. He sighed, realizing he would have to do something he found completely distasteful. He'd have to apologize to her. Maybe he could offer some god-like insights into the sector of naked party space she was researching just now. She obviously was displeased with something. She kept rubbing the space between her eyes and rolling her shoulders. Too many hours over a trish stratus naked desk. Of course getting into her good graces was just the first step in his plan. He was going to get her nice asses to fall in love with him. And then he'd manipulate her into a situation where she was as embarrassed as he had felt when she belted him. Then, and redhead lesbian only then, could he go back to the continuum. And if he was able to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off her face, so much the nudist image better. "A woman as beautiful as you should never look that annoyed," Q murmured as he appeared behind Katherine and began to rub her shoulders. Katherine fell out of her chair in the combination of shock and desire to get away from him. She swore creatively as her knee slammed on the floor. "What the hell do blonde women you want now? Didn't I make myself clear? Go AWAY." "Now, now Katie, did Mommy teach you to be rude like that? I thought you were a diplomat. Maybe we got on the wrong foot...but I was so curious to horny blonde sluts meet you. Can't blame me for wanting to know, babes in swimsuits can you?" He extended a hand, which Katherine ignored. "Firstly, don't call me Katie. It's Katherine. Secondly, I thought you were all knowing, or at least you claim to be. So don't you already know everything about me? Thirdly, I believe that I have made myself abundantly clear that I will not be an object of amusement for you, Q. I refuse to play your games. End of story. Now, will you please go away?" She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a stern look. "Touchy little thing aren't you? Look, I just want to help. To make it up to you. Be friends. And why not? Haven't I helped your daddy more than I've hurt him. Sure, I've thrown him back into Merry Olde England, introduced him to the Borg and almost got the Enterprise mated to a sentient cloud of dust, but it was all for their own good. Your father needed to have some fun...you could benefit from some fun too, you know Katherine. And isn't it better that you have that lovely little dossier on the Borg now? You should thank me for that. The whole cloud thing was a miscalculation, but no harm done. I'm really useful to be friends with, Katherine." He lifted her stubborn chin and have her his most ingratiating smile. "Your idea of 'fun," small tits Q, makes me shudder. And while I appreciate the heads up on the Borg, I doubt you have anything remotely useful to give me, besides the peace of your disappearance." She raised an eyebrow. "Well, fine then. Just trying to help. It's not like I've been on that planet or anything. Not like I could tell you that shaved babes one teen tight ass side mature women is planning to ask the Romulans for protection against the other side, the one asking you for help. Not like I know that they're trying to start a war between you and the Romulans that they can profit from. Nope, I know nothing useful at all. Ta!" He disappeared. Katherine teen cheerleader topless began to curse again. What if he was right? She couldn't just disregard the information because he had given them accurate information before. But, considering the source, considering her was taunting her, could she trust it. Damn it all to hell. Now what? Well, she considered. amateur redhead It wasn't like a war was going paris hilton naked to break out in the next 24 hours, so she could sleep on it. She began to rub her temples, thinking fondly of a bottle of wine. Captain Picard rang the doorbell of Beverly's quarters. He frowned at the side glances aimed at him by the ensigns walking by. Ship gossip would run out of control in the next two hours. And while he certainly found Beverly... "Lovely" he said. Beverly had opened the door in a dress of green that bikini models was still brunette models short enough to show off her hot wet shaved cunt dancer's legs. Her face was made up and she looked just...lovely. A look of surprise crossed her face at Jean-Luc's presence. "What a surprise. I was expecting Deanna. Is there something I can do for you Captain?" she stepped back and invited him in. "I was just going to ask your opinion on something. Never mind," Jean-Luc said, taking a step backwards, rather than in. Beverly insisted, and convinced him to free shaved teens come in and join her for nude wife a glass of wine. While she was at the replicator, she quietly sent a message to Deanna that she was going to have to cancel for tonight. She'd catch up with her later. And in the meantime, could she send her a message canceling because of illness or something like that? As she was serving the wine, dependable Deanna called in, requesting a cancellation. Too tired, Deanna said. Beverly smiled at Jean-Luc and told nude black women him that she was all his for the evening. Too bad he'd never taken the hint. They had a long talk about Q and Katherine. Jean-Luc was understandably concerned, but was also worried about what to tell her or how to protect her. Not that he bikini girls on cars could really "protect" her from Q. Beverly couldn't help but notice that his eyes kept flickering over her, and landing on her legs more frequently than was strictly polite. She filled his glass several times, and directed the talk away from Q towards something more...romantic. They discussed wine, France, asian tits the lovely little spots in France that were just ripe for romance. She edged closer to him, until they were sitting knee to knee. Her hand lightly touched his leg when she was making a point and then lingered there. Picard was entranced by the way the doctor's hair shimmered in the light. Maybe it was the wine, but he was wondering if she was flirting with him. His leg was burning where her hand lingered on his leg. What to do about it? He murmured her name, "Beverly," and reached out to stroke her soft fiery hair. She whispered his back, and tilted her head. Jean-Luc leaned closer and closer, their lips inches hot and wild cheerleaders away from each others. Closer. His lips brushed the softness of hers, and he free babes began to kiss her. Their history fell away, and he thought only of her. The lovely and seductive Beverly. Who he'd wanted for years now...her lips were more soft than he'd imagined. She moaned softly as she parted them and the kiss deepened. He had reached out to pull her into his arms when his communicator nice tits went off. "Captain to the bridge!" came Riker's strident tones, ruining everything. In that moment, he could have cheerfully put Riker into a torpedo cannon and shot him out into space. "On my way," he said. Cul he added in his head. Beverly, her lips still swollen from his kiss silently offered him a pill that would sober him up. He took it and tried to think of something to say. Nothing came to mind. So he just left. Beverly leaned back on her couch and muttered "So close. Damnit." |
