Title: Early Dismissal
Author: Cait N.
Contact: caitn at mindspring dot com
Homepage: http://www.asstr.org/~CaitN
Series: TNG
Codes: P/C
Rating: PG-13/R
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Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just take 'em
out for a spin every once in a while.

Summary: Picard is looking for any excuse to get off
early. <g>

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"Early Dismissal" 
copyright Februray 2001 by Cait N.



Picard sat in his command chair, counting the minutes
until the end of his shift.  The past hours had been boring
with a capital B.  The Enterprise was on a routine mapping
mission, and unless you were part of stellar cartography,
you might as well sit around and twiddle your thumbs --
there was absolutely nothing to do!

Riker shifted in his seat with a barely discernible sigh,
and Picard sympathized with him. He was probably as bored
as Picard was.

Picard checked the time again.  Beverly should be getting
off duty soon, and he still had at least two hours left to
go! The gods certainly had a perverse sense of humor lately.

The doors to the bridge opened with a slight whoosh, and
Beverly entered.  Her face a perfect mask of neutrality,
she approached Jean-Luc.  No one watching them now would
suspect that they'd spent the night before in an all-night
sex marathon.  After he'd brought her to orgasm for the
fourth time, she'd stopped counting.

Beverly handed him a PADD and said, "Here is a copy of the
quarterly medical inventory."

Picard took it from her, and she turned around and left. 
He was going to look over the report later, as he didn't
relish falling asleep on duty, but then realized that he
didn't have anything else to do.

He keyed the PADD, and words filled the tiny screen. After
reading the first sentence, he looked around furtively, but
no one was paying him any attention --Riker's attention was
focused on getting rid of a hangnail, and Data was
exercising his emotion chip by telling Geordi an endless
stream of "knock knock" jokes. Picard ducked his head and
resumed reading what was definitely NOT a medical inventory:

Come closer my love 
Wrap me in your fortress embrace 
Warm,sultry nights 
Spent with you 
Tangled in sweat soaked sheets
The feel of my hair on your thighs; 
Sweet smell of my sex pressed against you. 
You're all contradictions, 
Hard and sleek like a wildcat 
On the prowl, 
With a touch as light as
down when need be. 
Feel this wet, hot warmth 
That is just for you. 
Touch me, claim me as yours. 
Stroke me now 
Make me liquid fire 
And trembling limbs. 
Brought to the peak 
By your mouth and 
Tumbled over the edge 
By your steely sex.
Even in the throes 
I feel you throb inside me, 
Filling me up to overflowing 
And sending me crashing again. 
Your kiss so gentle 
So loving 
Seals my fate and 
Calms my senses 
Until I feel it starting all over..


Picard adjusted himself, and cleared his throat.  "You've
got the bridge, Number One," he said, getting to his feet
and heading for the turbolift.

"Is anything wrong, Captain?" Riker asked with concern. 
The captain looked flushed and his eyes were slightly
glazed.

"No, everything's fine," he replied, stepping into the
turbolift.  "Something just came up."

