Title: Propositions Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG
Summary: After the destruction of the Enterprise E, the Picards must make choices about their future. This story is a follow-up to the Whoa Nellie TNG story Mithras. http://www.trekbbs.com/showthread.php?t=56045
As always: Paramount owns all the marbles. We just have a lot more fun playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated, posted or e-mail.
Author's note: This story has been edited down from a NC-17 to a PG-13 version for Trek BBS. If you are over 18 and prefer to read the original version, it and Whoa Nellie's other Picard/Vash stories can be found at our website.
Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/
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http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000
Propositions
In the social science building at Starfleet Academy, Archaeology Councilmember Vash Picard sat behind the desk of her office. It had only been three months since she and Jean-Luc had returned to Earth after the destruction of the Enterprise. Her office was crammed with half-unpacked boxes and it had taken her nearly an hour to find the references she wanted for the lecture on pictographic languages that she was preparing. She paused for a moment at the unexpected ping against the window behind her. Hearing it again, she got up from the chair and went to open the window. The sight of Jean-Luc in full uniform standing below her window casually leaning against a tree bouncing a few pebbles in his open palm caused her to laugh. "There's this new-fangled invention called a door."
"I wasn't in the mood to run the gauntlet of cadets I'd have to go through to get to Professor Legs' office door," he offered in explanation.
Vash rolled her eyes at his use of a moniker bestowed on her by a couple of male students while she was guest lecturing for Professor Switzer at The Hawking Institute for Interstellar Sciences. Unbeknownst to the two young knaves, Jean-Luc had overheard the remark and had taken great delight in teasing her with it ever since. "I have not heard of any Starfleet cadet calling me that and I guarantee they wouldn't dare say it with you in earshot."
"No, they certainly would not." Picard bounced the small pebbles in his hand. Vash was a beautiful and vivacious woman. He knew well the effect his wife's presence had on men of all ages. "But, they don't have to. Having once been a cadet myself, one of the more undisciplined, loud-mouthed, cocky ones, I can guarantee you the sobriquet has been used for you and more than likely preceded by the words 'hot damn'."
"Since you're standing amid the flowers and shrubs throwing rocks at my office window in a very uncaptainly display of delinquency, I'm going to assume that your next posting is not the commandant of Starfleet Academy," she quipped before chiding. "And be careful, Boothby let me pick out the exact color of impatiens I wanted around that tree."
"They don't compare to you, the most beautiful flower on the planet," he bantered suavely while openly appraising her.
The adulation was completely over the top; still her heart skipped a beat at the glint in his eyes, his barely-there smile and the sound of his bedroom baritone. "So, is there a reason for your regression to randy cadet?"
"Why don't you climb down from your ivory tower and find out?" The dare was delivered with a decidedly wolfish undertone.
"I have a lecture on deciphering pictographic languages I have to finish." She leaned out the window a little further looking down and then back at him. "And it's a good ten feet from the window ledge to the ground."
"You could give that lecture in your sleep and I'm sure it's not the first time you've climbed out a window," he taunted playfully. Dropping the pebbles, he dusted his hands. "I'll catch you."
"The last time I snuck out a window I wasn't wearing a couture silk dress suit with Rigelian leather pumps," she gestured to the sapphire blue silk suit that she was wearing.
"I'm the fellow who paid for the couture suit and Rigelian leather pumps. Come on down, we're going to play hooky for the afternoon. I have something I want to show you."
"I've already seen that, Johnny," she retorted impishly as she slipped out of her shoes.
Her off-colored innuendo signaled his victory even before she tossed her shoes down to the ground next to him. With the swift assurance that comes only from practice, she climbed out the window to gracefully perch herself on the edge of the sill. Seeing her expectant expression, he moved to stand directly under her and she began to climb down. "Hot damn, indeed," he marveled quietly to himself his current position offering him a delightful view. Enjoying the way her skirt molded itself to her and the perfect roundness of her backside, he reached up to span her waist with his hands and gently lower her to the ground. When she turned in his arms to face him he dropped a quick kiss on her lips before she could say anything. Retrieving her shoes, he knelt in front of her and slipped the first elegant pump on her foot. The shapely length of leg proved too much of an irresistible lure. After placing the second shoe on her foot his fingertips slid from her ankle up the curve of her calf to the back of her knee.
Inhaling sharply, Vash clutched Jean-Luc's shoulder for balance as a shiver ran through her at his teasing touch. "I'm sure there are more secluded spots on campus much better suited for a tryst."
"Yes, there are," he chuckled. He stood and reached for her hand, guiding her onto the sidewalk. "But we're actually headed for the Kirk."
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Sitting comfortably in her chair onboard the Kirk, Vash watched Jean-Luc's hands expertly move over the controls, smoothly piloting the Delta Flyer-class shuttle. "So, where are we running off to?"
"Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards," he answered. "You're aware that Starfleet has been planning an expedition toward the Delta Quadrant, a convoy of at least three ships, a large one like a Galaxy-class, a science vessel and a military escort."
From her position behind and to the left of him, she looked out over his shoulder at the stars racing by the window. "Beverly seemed very intrigued by the idea when Deanna and she talked about it before. She referenced a generational ship that Voyager encountered in the Delta Quadrant. Starfleet brass felt that several ships of mostly married couples and families could set out on an expedition of infinite length. From what I recall, the focus would be on pure exploration and first contacts. She called it an interstellar Federation colony that would stay in touch using the data stream transmissions that they used to communicate with Voyager."
"Beverly has accepted command of the research/medical ship." Carefully navigating his way into the shipyards, he pointed to the ship directly in front of them. "Captain Beverly Crusher's ship the USS Pasteur."
Thrilled for her good friend, she couldn't help but quip, "Chakotay has always seemed to covet the role of captain's wife."
"He can only hope to revel in it the way you do, chere," he teased.
The next ship to come into view was slightly larger than the Pasteur with a harder edge to her. Vash surmised, "I take it that is the military escort."
"The USS Titan under the command of Captain William T. Riker." Picard was unable keep the pride in his former first officer out of his voice. He deliberately piloted the flyer alongside the ship to keep her windows full with the Titan until the last possible moment.
"Mother pussbucket," Vash gasped at the sight of the enormous ship emerging from behind the Titan. The ship was easily one of the largest Starfleet vessels Vash had ever seen, combining the size and grandeur of the galaxy class with the sleek lines of a sovereign class. Standing up from her chair, she moved down to stand beside Jean-Luc, her hand resting on his shoulder. She inhaled sharply when she read the name and registry number across the saucer section – NCC-1701-F USS Enterprise.
"The Enterprise F the first of the Enterprise class designed for deep space exploration, to boldly go where no one has gone before," Picard announced, delighting in his wife's obvious astonishment. "I keep telling people there are plenty of letters in the alphabet."
Vash knew it wasn't their home yet she felt a rush of elation to see the Enterprise rise like a phoenix from the ashes. "Is it possible for us to go aboard?"
"She's still a number of months away from launch but all life support and environmental controls are up and running so a limited tour is possible." With her reaction being exactly what he had hoped for, he opened a channel and hailed the vessel, "Enterprise, this is the Kirk requesting permission to dock."
"Enterprise to Kirk, permission granted to dock in shuttlebay four. Welcome aboard."
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End Part 1
Series: TNG
Summary: After the destruction of the Enterprise E, the Picards must make choices about their future. This story is a follow-up to the Whoa Nellie TNG story Mithras. http://www.trekbbs.com/showthread.php?t=56045
As always: Paramount owns all the marbles. We just have a lot more fun playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated, posted or e-mail.
Author's note: This story has been edited down from a NC-17 to a PG-13 version for Trek BBS. If you are over 18 and prefer to read the original version, it and Whoa Nellie's other Picard/Vash stories can be found at our website.
Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/
Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction Website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000
Propositions
In the social science building at Starfleet Academy, Archaeology Councilmember Vash Picard sat behind the desk of her office. It had only been three months since she and Jean-Luc had returned to Earth after the destruction of the Enterprise. Her office was crammed with half-unpacked boxes and it had taken her nearly an hour to find the references she wanted for the lecture on pictographic languages that she was preparing. She paused for a moment at the unexpected ping against the window behind her. Hearing it again, she got up from the chair and went to open the window. The sight of Jean-Luc in full uniform standing below her window casually leaning against a tree bouncing a few pebbles in his open palm caused her to laugh. "There's this new-fangled invention called a door."
"I wasn't in the mood to run the gauntlet of cadets I'd have to go through to get to Professor Legs' office door," he offered in explanation.
Vash rolled her eyes at his use of a moniker bestowed on her by a couple of male students while she was guest lecturing for Professor Switzer at The Hawking Institute for Interstellar Sciences. Unbeknownst to the two young knaves, Jean-Luc had overheard the remark and had taken great delight in teasing her with it ever since. "I have not heard of any Starfleet cadet calling me that and I guarantee they wouldn't dare say it with you in earshot."
"No, they certainly would not." Picard bounced the small pebbles in his hand. Vash was a beautiful and vivacious woman. He knew well the effect his wife's presence had on men of all ages. "But, they don't have to. Having once been a cadet myself, one of the more undisciplined, loud-mouthed, cocky ones, I can guarantee you the sobriquet has been used for you and more than likely preceded by the words 'hot damn'."
"Since you're standing amid the flowers and shrubs throwing rocks at my office window in a very uncaptainly display of delinquency, I'm going to assume that your next posting is not the commandant of Starfleet Academy," she quipped before chiding. "And be careful, Boothby let me pick out the exact color of impatiens I wanted around that tree."
"They don't compare to you, the most beautiful flower on the planet," he bantered suavely while openly appraising her.
The adulation was completely over the top; still her heart skipped a beat at the glint in his eyes, his barely-there smile and the sound of his bedroom baritone. "So, is there a reason for your regression to randy cadet?"
"Why don't you climb down from your ivory tower and find out?" The dare was delivered with a decidedly wolfish undertone.
"I have a lecture on deciphering pictographic languages I have to finish." She leaned out the window a little further looking down and then back at him. "And it's a good ten feet from the window ledge to the ground."
"You could give that lecture in your sleep and I'm sure it's not the first time you've climbed out a window," he taunted playfully. Dropping the pebbles, he dusted his hands. "I'll catch you."
"The last time I snuck out a window I wasn't wearing a couture silk dress suit with Rigelian leather pumps," she gestured to the sapphire blue silk suit that she was wearing.
"I'm the fellow who paid for the couture suit and Rigelian leather pumps. Come on down, we're going to play hooky for the afternoon. I have something I want to show you."
"I've already seen that, Johnny," she retorted impishly as she slipped out of her shoes.
Her off-colored innuendo signaled his victory even before she tossed her shoes down to the ground next to him. With the swift assurance that comes only from practice, she climbed out the window to gracefully perch herself on the edge of the sill. Seeing her expectant expression, he moved to stand directly under her and she began to climb down. "Hot damn, indeed," he marveled quietly to himself his current position offering him a delightful view. Enjoying the way her skirt molded itself to her and the perfect roundness of her backside, he reached up to span her waist with his hands and gently lower her to the ground. When she turned in his arms to face him he dropped a quick kiss on her lips before she could say anything. Retrieving her shoes, he knelt in front of her and slipped the first elegant pump on her foot. The shapely length of leg proved too much of an irresistible lure. After placing the second shoe on her foot his fingertips slid from her ankle up the curve of her calf to the back of her knee.
Inhaling sharply, Vash clutched Jean-Luc's shoulder for balance as a shiver ran through her at his teasing touch. "I'm sure there are more secluded spots on campus much better suited for a tryst."
"Yes, there are," he chuckled. He stood and reached for her hand, guiding her onto the sidewalk. "But we're actually headed for the Kirk."
…………………………………..
Sitting comfortably in her chair onboard the Kirk, Vash watched Jean-Luc's hands expertly move over the controls, smoothly piloting the Delta Flyer-class shuttle. "So, where are we running off to?"
"Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards," he answered. "You're aware that Starfleet has been planning an expedition toward the Delta Quadrant, a convoy of at least three ships, a large one like a Galaxy-class, a science vessel and a military escort."
From her position behind and to the left of him, she looked out over his shoulder at the stars racing by the window. "Beverly seemed very intrigued by the idea when Deanna and she talked about it before. She referenced a generational ship that Voyager encountered in the Delta Quadrant. Starfleet brass felt that several ships of mostly married couples and families could set out on an expedition of infinite length. From what I recall, the focus would be on pure exploration and first contacts. She called it an interstellar Federation colony that would stay in touch using the data stream transmissions that they used to communicate with Voyager."
"Beverly has accepted command of the research/medical ship." Carefully navigating his way into the shipyards, he pointed to the ship directly in front of them. "Captain Beverly Crusher's ship the USS Pasteur."
Thrilled for her good friend, she couldn't help but quip, "Chakotay has always seemed to covet the role of captain's wife."
"He can only hope to revel in it the way you do, chere," he teased.
The next ship to come into view was slightly larger than the Pasteur with a harder edge to her. Vash surmised, "I take it that is the military escort."
"The USS Titan under the command of Captain William T. Riker." Picard was unable keep the pride in his former first officer out of his voice. He deliberately piloted the flyer alongside the ship to keep her windows full with the Titan until the last possible moment.
"Mother pussbucket," Vash gasped at the sight of the enormous ship emerging from behind the Titan. The ship was easily one of the largest Starfleet vessels Vash had ever seen, combining the size and grandeur of the galaxy class with the sleek lines of a sovereign class. Standing up from her chair, she moved down to stand beside Jean-Luc, her hand resting on his shoulder. She inhaled sharply when she read the name and registry number across the saucer section – NCC-1701-F USS Enterprise.
"The Enterprise F the first of the Enterprise class designed for deep space exploration, to boldly go where no one has gone before," Picard announced, delighting in his wife's obvious astonishment. "I keep telling people there are plenty of letters in the alphabet."
Vash knew it wasn't their home yet she felt a rush of elation to see the Enterprise rise like a phoenix from the ashes. "Is it possible for us to go aboard?"
"She's still a number of months away from launch but all life support and environmental controls are up and running so a limited tour is possible." With her reaction being exactly what he had hoped for, he opened a channel and hailed the vessel, "Enterprise, this is the Kirk requesting permission to dock."
"Enterprise to Kirk, permission granted to dock in shuttlebay four. Welcome aboard."
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End Part 1
With apologies to the J/C crowd, that falls under the category of 'I just couldn't resist it.'
muttering "huh?" to myself. 
