Title: Manhunt 
Author: Cait N. <caitn@mindspring.com> 
Series: TNG/DS9 
Characters: Beverly Crusher/Odo 
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the places and characters, I
just take 'em out for a spin every once in a while.

Author's Note: This is part of the DFF:
<http://www.geocities.com/doctor_fuhq_fest/>

Beta: Thanks to Julie for smoothing this out and
making it better.

Summary: Takes place during the sixth season episode,
"Birthright, Part I."  Beverly and Jean-Luc are on Deep
Space Nine for a little R&R.  Jean-Luc's stuck in meetings
so Beverly goes looking for some action.  Pretty much a PWP.

Author's 2nd Note: Scenes taking place in Beverly's mind
are noted by /.

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"Manhunt" 
by Cait N.

Deep Space Nine was bustling with activity.  For Beverly
Crusher, it was perfect.  She never tired of seeing
different cultures, different peoples.  She hoped nothing
would happen to cut short their leave.

Jean-Luc's shoulder brushed against hers, as they walked
from one of the docking ports to the nearest turbolift.
That casual touching caused a thrill of electricity to run
through her.  It also reminded her of something she'd been
meaning to tell him.  "They have a relaxation program here,
Jean-Luc, from Altor 7.  Listen to this  -- first they
bathe you in a protein bath, then a cloud of chromo-vapor
carries you into a meditation chamber. You should try it."

"Well, I'll be too busy discussing the finer points of
water management with ten Bajoran bureaucrats."

Oh, please, she prayed, not another shore leave where he
spent all his time wrapped up in business so that he didn't
have any time for her.  Please, not another shore leave
like that.

They'd reached the turbolift and they stepped in.

He gave her a wry grin and added, "And they won't be
carrying me on a cloud of chromo-vapor."

He faced the entrance of the lift, and she followed suit.

"Ops."

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Beverly stormed down the stairway from the holosuites,
into the main area of Quark's. She'd indulged herself in
the relaxation program, but relaxation had not been the
result. The chromo-vapors had felt to her like little
fingers, tickling and teasing every inch of her bare flesh.
She emerged from the meditation one horny woman.  And Jean-
Luc was still in the meeting with the Bajoran officials!

She sat down at the bar, ordered a Fruvian Fluff, and
turned to survey the crowd around the gaming tables.  She
was a woman on a mission -- she needed to get laid.   She
was tired of waiting for Jean-Luc to fit her into his
schedule.  Her itch was going to get scratched, and not by
herself for a change.

One by one, she found fault with all the men in the bar.
They were too filthy, too fat, too skinny, or too . . .
something. All until she came to a table in the corner.

Constable Odo sat by himself, going over something on a
PADD.  Probably a security report, she thought.  She eyed
him more closely.  The man definitely had potential.  She
wondered if he had the ability to "shapeshift" specific
parts of his body.  At that thought, she could feel her
pussy start to moisten and clench with anticipation.

She wondered if he'd ever had sex before, and if so, what
kind of lover he was.  Would he be gentle and romantic, or
rough and domineering?  Or a combination of the two?  Jean-
Luc was always laid back, allowing her to be the one in
control.  She wanted that control taken from her for a
change, to allow someone else to be in charge.  

She was confident in her ability to seduce him.  It might
take a little more than your typical male, but Beverly
hadn't lived over 30 years without learning a thing or two
about how to handle a man.  Thinking of handling sent her
mind off on a tangent.

She wondered . . . 

/ She was seated on a chair at her dressing table, a lone
candle providing the only light. She ran the brush slowly
through her hair.  Like most girls, she'd heard the stories
of brushing her hair a hundred strokes every night.  Even
though she was all grown up now, that was one childhood
ritual she refused to relinquish.

Clad only in a linen gown, the light illuminated her from
behind, showing the curves hidden beneath. She continued
brushing, oblivious to a new presence in her bedroom.

The man crept forward on silent feet. He slipped up behind
her and reaching around, covered her mouth with his palm.
Before she could call out or try to bite him, he leaned
down and breathed in her ear, "Have you been waiting for
me?"

As recognition took hold of her, Beverly relaxed and spun
around to face him. A look of mischievousness spread across
her face.  "Maybe, maybe not."

Odo's heated gaze raked her body and made her feel as if
she were already naked. "Getting smart with me, huh?  I
know how to silence you."

He drew her close, pulling her fully against him, and
lowered his lips to her. Oh yes, Beverly loved kissing. Was
quite good at it, or so she'd been told.  It seemed that
Odo was pretty good at it himself. His tongue slipped past
her teeth and plunged gently in and out of her willing
mouth. One minute teasing and gentle, the next rough and
fierce. /

Oh yeah, that's how he'd do it.  He'd be a combination
lover, knowing exactly what to give her and when.  Beverly
grinned and ordered another drink, then went back to her
fantasy . . .

/ Tearing his lips from hers, he seated himself on her
chair and bunched her gown in one hand. Raising it to her
waist, he used his other hand to pull her closer. He
grinned widely when he saw that she was naked underneath.
"Maybe not, huh?" he teased.  

Odo looked up at her, his mouth just inches from the
juncture of her thighs. At the erotic image, Beverly closed
her eyes. He placed tiny kisses on the inside of her
thighs: first one, then the other. When his tongue moved to
her hidden lips, she gripped his shoulders as her knees
went weak. 

He licked up one side, then down the other. Oh so slow and
methodical. Maddeningly slow. She thought she'd burst into
flames. His free hand came around her waist to hold her to
him, his breath hot on her slit; his tongue like liquid
silk on her skin. His tongue darted out and touched her
clit. She flinched at the sudden contact. He stroked it in
small, slow circles, increasing the pressure ever so
slightly with each time around. Beverly felt like she was
slowly melting, and she didn't want him to stop.

With his face, Odo nudged her legs farther apart. Holding
her swollen nub gently between his lips, he sucked tenderly
and pressed his tongue against it. Beverly made soft
mewling sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat. Oh he
was so damn good!

Moving his arm from around her waist, Odo took his hand
and inserted two fingers into her warm, moist slit. He
established a steady rhythm in counterpoint to the motions
of his tongue. 

Beverly could feel him actually lengthen and thicken his
fingers while they were inside her.  She felt stretched
like she'd never felt before.  The sensations were almost
overwhelming. /

Beverly felt hot in the bar, hot and wet.  And not from
the temperature in the bar.  Just thinking about Odo being
able to change the shape of his fingers . . . not to
mention other things . . . had her so hot and horny she had
to clench her thighs together to keep from fingering
herself. She wondered if he'd be adventuresome, like to try
new places and new positions. She was getting so worked up,
she wished everyone was gone, and they were in the bar
alone. She shifted the scene, imagining them in the bar
after closing time.  Just her and Odo. Would he spread her
out on the bar, take her right where only hours before,
Quark had been serving her a drink? Or would he want to
take her from behind where he could be the one in total
control? She shivered with a combination of anticipation
and need.

/ Their bodies glowed with a thin sheen of sweat and sex.
The glowing light that Quark kept on after-hours, cast lurid
shadows on the wall. Beverly was bent over, her hands on
top of a low table. Nudging her feet a bit further apart,
Odo positioned himself behind her. 

Placing his hands low on her hips, Odo angled his hips
forward and placed his cock at the opening of her lips. He
rubbed it up and down and in circles, teasing her. She
growled low in her throat, and he chuckled. As he rubbed
against her clit, the growl turned into a moan. She was
slick and wet for him, and could feel herself getting
wetter.

Without warning, he plunged into her. She gasped. He was
huge; much larger than she'd thought he'd be.  She couldn't
believe how  much he filled her. Her body accustomed itself
to the intrusion and stretched to accommodate him. 

There was nothing slow or gentle about his lovemaking. He
pounded into her, over and over again, varying the rhythm,
but keeping up the intensity. He wanted to possess her;
show her who was master. After he was through, there would
be no doubt in her mind. 

Beverly's breathing increased, and her hips started moving
backwards to meet his thrusts. Odo leaned forward, one hand
squeezing her breast while his other hand slipped around
and found her clit. Without breaking stride, he rubbed that
swollen nub in fast circles. Counterclockwise for a little,
then clockwise, building up the pleasure inside of her. 

"Ohhhhhhhh...." she moaned again, and rotated her hips. 

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. It
felt like tiny little hands were caressing her all over,
leaving no inch untended. It reminded her of the chromo-
vapor, only ten times more stimulating and a hundred times
more satisfying. Beverly wasn't sure exactly what Odo was
doing, but she knew she sure as hell didn't want him to
stop!

Shuddering as Odo's lips blazed a trail of kisses up her
spine, Beverly could feel herself edging ever closer to
that dark precipice. She ran her tongue over her parched
lips. 

She knew he could feel her muscles start to contract;
there was no way he couldn't. She threw her head back and
he whispered in her ear, "Give it to me. Let yourself go,
my red-headed siren. Now!" 

Beverly gripped the edge of the table and her head fell
forward as she felt the first of several cascading orgasms
overtake her. Back bowed and her knees locked, she bit her
lip to keep from screaming out with the force of her
release. /

"Would you like another?"

The bartender's question brought Beverly crashing back to
reality.  She absently nodded her head, never taking her
eyes off of Odo -- her quarry.  Drink in hand, she stood.
On legs that were none too steady, she walked over to his
table and stood there until he noticed her.

"Doctor Crusher, isn't it?  Please, have a seat," he said,
politely.

She sat down across from him, drinking in the sight of him
up close.  "Odo.  I'm sorry if I'm intruding --"

"No, no intrusion at all," he assured her.  "I was just
going over the security duty roster for next month."  He
pushed the PADD aside.  "Now, are you enjoying your
stay on the station?"

"It's been pretty routine so far."  She grinned at him, a
twinkle in her eye.  "But I have a feeling that it's going
to get a lot more interesting."

THE END








