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Picard Drabbles – Get Out
Deanna Troi-Riker had enough of her friends being so close, in such pain and both being too stubborn to simply sit down in a room and talk to each other. She had seen both of them about to start a deeper conversation and then the other interrupted, or there was a new interruption, or they were all about to be blown to smithereens or the galaxy was about to end. You know, the usual Enterprise stuff. She knew if they could just be locked in a room for five minutes they would finally have the deep conversation they so desperately needed.
She knew Beverly was in her assigned temporary quarters now she just had to figure out how to get Jean-Luc there. She finally decided on a plausible story and led him to Beverly’s quarters. He looked at her suspiciously as she rang the chime. Beverly let them enter. She was standing by the window, pondering the deepest mysteries of the universe and how and when she had broken the nail on her index finger.
No matter, she turned to see Deanna walk in with Jean-Luc in tow. He did not look pleased with the situation. But then she caught his eye, and her his and well, time stood still. She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon and he was still the one who held her heart in his hands. Those large, wonderful hands that did the most amazing things to her.
Deanna was saying something about something, talking, knowing they needed to talk, knowing they still had feeling for each. “So know you’re going to stay here until you both talk it out,” she said giving them an ultimatum.
Jean-Luc closed the distance between them. Beverly could feel the heat from his body. His eyes were locked on hers as he breathed out, “I don’t want to talk.”
She felt herself saying, “I don’t want to talk either.”
They heard Deanna say, “Well then what do you want to do?” in exasperation.
He stepped forward, she stepped forward and they met in a lip-crushing kiss that quickly deepened into arms wrapping around each other and hands starting to explore familiar territory. He gently pushed her up against the nearest bulkhead as a very shocked and amused counselor was treated to a public display of affection, she never thought she’d see. Her former Captain and CMO were locked in a very passionate embrace, lips locked on each other, Beverly raising her leg and wrapping it around Jean-Luc’s waist.
They apparently forgot she was there and when the buttons started popping, she announced proudly, “And my work here is done.”
Taking a moment to come up for air, Jean-Luc and Beverly both said to her, “Get out.”