'What Are We To Do About You Know Q ?'
Author: L. J Broom
Series: TNG
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-17
Codes: P/C/Q
While reading Atara Stein's essay Mind your P's and Q's, I found my self wondering about certain aspects of the Picard /Crusher dynamic and if Q has a part in it. Then I was blessed with a dream exploring this idea and I will now attempt to put it on paper.
Big thanks to Mike, your assistance when I was stuck was invaluable
Note: The roles of Mentor and student between Picard and Q are sometimes reversed in Fan Fiction when writing about Q's love for Picard. In this area Picard has the greater experience in dealing with these 'base' emotions, and Q becomes more humanised by experiencing them even though he kicks and fights all the way.
Post 'All Good Things...."
'What Are We To Do About You Know Q'
part one
Jean-Luc Picard sat in his ready room sipping his Earl Grey gazing out the view port at the stars, only tonight he wasn't lost in the beauty of the sight before him but rather lost in his memories of his most recent encounter with omnipotent being Q. He repeatedly found himself drawn to the future he'd been shown, in particular his relationship with Beverly Crusher. He'd always dreamed that perhaps someday they would move their relationship beyond the confines of friendship they currently held, but never did he think their future might end in divorce. His dreams always ended in happily ever after. He'd told her that despite what had happened, what he'd seen of their future he prefered to believe nothing was carved in stone. They still had self determination on their side, what they now knew of that possible future gave them the opportunity to change, prevent certain things from happening. Indeed some of his senior staff were already taking steps toward that end.
*Ahh, but what of me. I know only that Beverly and I married and divorced. Not the circumstances or reasons why. How can I change the outcome if I know not the cause.* He continued to deliberate on this question until late into the night, searching for an answer. In the end he reached the inescapable conclusion that there was no answer and that all he could do was do what was right, for himself and for Beverly. He then thought about his relationship with Beverly, going over in his mind all of the defining interactions they'd had since first meeting 25 years ago, to her appearance on his bridge with her son 10 years ago. Thinking back on those early days, he saw that after they'd gone past the awkwardness of their first meeting they'd had a very comfortable friendship, the possibility of having something more was very strong then especially during the Tsiolkovsky epidemic. He wondered how things might've been different if they'd given into temptation, even for just a little while. After the year she spent away at Starfleet Medical, things were different between us when she returned, I didn't see it then, but now. I wonder why, what caused the difference. The culmination was the mind link the Prytt gave us, I truly thought we'd move on after that, become closer more intimate, yet she surprised me, again. Perhaps there is more to her hestation than I am aware, some secret fear or uncertainty which will affect our future selves.
I won't allow it, it is time to resolve our uncertainties, bring everything into the open. It is the only way that our relationship can survive and move forward in the way we want. I know she wants it, I felt it when we were joined, it was only after the link was severed that her doubts took hold. Again the question is why? It's time for answers, tonight. I will not allow myself to back down from this it's too important.
part two.
Beverly Crusher sat in her office lost in thought, an uncommon situation for her to be found. She was more a person of action, without over analysis of those actions. Every now and then though a situation would arise that upset her equalibrium, more often than not the underlying cause was Jean-Luc Picard, as was the case this time. They'd breakfasted together this morning as had become their habit over the last few years, he'd invited her to dine with him in his quarters this evening, also a common occurance. What unsettled her was the look of determination in his eyes as he awaited her reply, she'd almost declined the invitation because of the intensity of his expression and the fear it invoked in the pit of her stomach, but cowardice was not something she would tolerate. Whatever he had planned she would deal with it as she did everything else, forthrightly. It's just she sensed that this was different, whatever had gone before between them, whatever held them back from each other, he wasn't going to let it stop him from reaching some sort of resolution. The combination of fear and excitement she was experiencing as a result made her feel somewhat nauseous. Part of her wanted to find an excuse to cancel, in the end her curiosity won out, regardless of the outcome of this evenings' events she wanted to know.
Despite her resolve, the pensive feeling stayed with her throughout the day. She found herself reflecting on the nature of their relationship. Always they'd maintained that they were just good, no best friends, but best friends didn't get jealous when they discovered the existence of a relationship the other was having. Like Vash and Nella, at the time she'd convinced herself she was angry because as his best friend he should have been able to tell her, in retrospect their relationship is much more complicated than that of best friends and she was definitely jealous of both women. They'd taken what she'd been too afraid to. Why, why this debilitating fear and uncertainty when it came to him, he was her other half. She knew this and accepted it but there was still that undefinable something missing (or someone). She quickly put that thought aside, her degree of discomfort rose exponentially, THAT wasn't something she was prepared to contemplate perhaps because it skirted too closely to the truth. A truth that she wasn't prepared to admit. What if he forced the issue, his demeanor this morning indicates that he may well plan to do just that. She asked herself 'What will I say, do I even want to know, I suspect the answer will be there if necessary, even though I don't consciously know what it is.' These same thoughts or variations on the theme continued to roll around her mind for the rest of the day, it was only with conscious willpower that she stopped them by the time she reached the door to his quarters at the agreed upon time. She determined that she would let events proceed at their own pace and not worry about it any further, just enjoy her dinner and the companionship accompanying it.
part three.
Dinner went as many dinners had gone before, they ate a sumptuous meal, they drank wines from the Picard vinyards, they conversed on a range of topics and after the dishes had been cleared they sat opposite each other with a glass of port. Silence reigned for several minutes, neither willing to start the confrontation they both new was going to happen. Jean-Luc finally broke the silence, without any preamble he went directly to the subject he'd been contemplating the night before.
"Beverly, I want to know why?"
"Why what?" she replied coyly.
He looked at her in exasperation. "Why haven't you permitted us to become closer, I love you, and I suspect that you love me, so why? What is stopping us from developing our relationship?"
"I don't know Jean-Luc. What do you think is the cause?"
"Don't play the Counselor with me", his voice becoming harsher in his anger "you know the reason, you're the one who determined the status of our relationship. I followed your lead but I've had enough. I want to know why?" he looked at her to gauge her reaction, if she chose to walk out on him he didn't know what he would do, but the damage to their friendship could be irreparable. She seemed to be contemplating her answer in the bottom of her glass, finally she looked up.
"Do you really want to know? You may not like what you hear." she warned.
"Yes, I need to know. No more secrets."
"Okay, I'm not sure that I'm what you really want. I think there may be something , *someone* else that you need."
"Don't be ridiculous Beverly. I love you, I've loved you for a very long time. There's no-one who could fulfil me as you would."
"Sometimes, Jean-Luc love isn't always enough", she said in a quiet voice "you saw in the future we were divorced, I know that was just possible future, you told me." she continued before he could interrupt "but however unpleasant a prospect it still exists as a possibility."
"So, if you believe there is someone who will come between us, then tell me. I deserve to know."
"Q."
He looked at her in astonishment. A flush of embarasassment rising up his neck "Your not serious, I don't know what to say." He ran his hand over his head while absorbing what she'd said. "How can you possibly think that Q could come between us?"
"Jean-Luc, perhaps you don't see it because you don't want to, but I can't help it. I can always tell when people are attracted to you, perhaps I recognise their desires because I feel them myself. Q has those desires, he always stands just a little too close, his expressions a little too contrived, but mostly it's you. Your desire for him is the give away, no-one else has ever been able to make you lose control the way he can, that's how I know."
"That's ridiculous, I'll admit he knows how to push my buttons but the only reason I lose control is because I know there's nothing I can do to stop him. In the end I always have to play the game his way, he is a manipulative frustrating individual."
She rose from her seat and walked around to stand behind him, leaning over she spoke into his ear, seductively caressing the other side of his face with her nails."It's more than just frustration Jean-Luc, you get frustrated with many people, Admiral Necheyev, Will, but you never lose control, even with me."
He abruptly rose from his seat, turning he took her in his arms and backed her up against the bulkhead, holding her hands to either side he brought his mouth down on hers in a savage kiss, they locked tongues, the battle continued for several minutes until they were both out of breath, as abruptly as it started he pulled away to look at her passion flushed face. "Do you really think you can't make me lose control?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
She looked him directly in the eyes and looked to where her arms were pinned against the wall before looking back at him. "Do you really think you aren't in control right now?"
He looked sheepishly at her and released her arms, conceding her point. He still stood so close to her he could feel her breasts pressing against him with each ragged breath she took, just as she could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her thigh. "I guess I have to admit he does get me a bit hot under the collar sometimes, but I'm not accustomed to people standing so close to me, it's very intimate and it's challenging to my authority. You remember the incident with Vash, well he came to me in my quarters when I was readying for bed, he taunted me about my weakness for love. He said that if he'd known he'd have appeared in female form and I found myself thinking it wouldn't have been the same." He stopped in surprise, realisation dawning on him. "Perhaps you are right, the Q are essentially sexless, but I have stereotyped him because of the form he chose, I've refused to accept that I could be attracted to him because he is male and I am heterosexual that's probably why he always makes me feel so frustrated, part of me is attracted to him." he paused giving her a speculative glance he changed the subject "besides I've watched you watching him, us. Your eyes get that glazed look of desire, like they have now and you bite at your lower lip. I've sometimes wondered if it was desire for him you felt or me or both of us together."
Now it was her turn to look away in embarassment, he would have none of it, placing his hand against her cheek he turned her face towards him. "Perhaps.... I don't know, he is so seductive in his actions towards you and public about it too, like I've often wished I had the courage to be. Sometimes he looks directly at me when he's whispering in your ear or otherwise annoying you and I get flush of desire. Its like it's a game he's playing, you and I are his playing pieces and he's the master of the game. Yet its so subtle, no-one else seems to aware of the undercurrent of sensuality." she shook her head in confusion.
"Do you think he's attractive?" Jean-Luc asked. The question startled her her, she considerred for a moment before answering.
"Yes, I suppose he is. What about you?"
"I think he chose a form that is designed to be attractive, so yes. Whether I consciously will it or not my body has on occasion reacted to his proximity." he admitted. "So, what do we do now. Beverly," he paused and looked directly into her eyes before continuing "I don't want to lose what we have but we can't be worried about what may or may not happen in the future. What we feel for each other is love, we know this, what I feel for Q, well I'm not sure, are you? What I do know is that I love you Beverly Crusher, nothing will ever change that. If we let Q keep us apart then he will have won the game. And frankly I'd rather not give him the satisfaction"
Beverly reached up with her hand and brought his face to hers, kissing him firmly. "No more waiting. I love you Jean-Luc and ..... Oh Boy do I want you."
He laughed at that and kissed her again, their passion mounting as they made their way to his bedroom, lips never leaving each other, clothes being discarded as they went. They fell onto his bed, a tangle of clothes and arms and legs, unable to contain their joy at finally being together as they'd both dreamed for so long.
With some deft maneuvering on both their parts they finally got the last of the clothing out of the way and the top covers off the bed. Jean-Luc rolled them over and propped himself up on his side so that he could take in the view of her naked body, slowly he ran his hand from her neck down over her breasts, teasing the nipples before continuing his teasing journey over her stomach to juncture of her thighs. "So beautiful" he murmured. Her mouth was parted, breathing shallow, her body tingling where he'd touched her. He gently parted her legs, tracing the tips of his fingers over her inner thighs, he caught her mouth with his again in a searing kiss before following the path his hand had taken moments earlier. He reached her breasts and breathed hotly against them his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste her, she arched her back toward him, straining to get closer to the source of her desire. Abruptly her took her breast into his mouth, sucking deeply eliciting a gasp of surprised passion from her. He continued his exploration moving from breast to the other until they were both engorged. He then lifted his mouth away and moved to kneel between her parted legs.
He stayed there watching her, absorbing her appearance as she lay there open to him, she slowly opened eyes and looking up at him with passion filled gaze. It was her turn to admire his compact muscular body, she gasped when she saw his engorged member, suddenly hungry to have all of him within her. He reached down and pulled her up into a kneeling position, her legs parted on either side of his, she was stretched wide, ready to receive him, his member brushing teasingly against her clitoris sending waves of pleasure shooting through her. Looking intensly into her eyes he grasped her hips and lifted her up positioning her just above his member, then without warning plunged deeply into her. They both cried out in pleasure at this first contact, with their bodies joined they didn't move while they became accustomed to the feel of each other. Slowly they started moving against each other finding a rhythm with an ease they'd never had with another partner before. As the passion rose within each of them they moved faster and faster, neither of them saw the brief flash of white light in the corner of the room so lost in the moment were they. They reached climax together and cried out loudly without inhibition before collapsing back on the bed, Beverly lying on top of him their bodies still joined. They lay together, arms around each other for several minutes while they caught their breath, enjoying the intimacy they'd just shared, when they were startled out of their little world by a familiar voice.
"Well, well Jean-Luc. I see you've finally got Red right where you wanted her. No, no don't get up I'm rather enjoying the view from here." he said leering suggestively.
part four.
"Q" Jean-Luc breathed with dismay, sharing an understanding look with Beverly. "It was inevitable I suppose."
"No escaping it." She agreed with him.
"Now, now what's this. No outraged indignation, no demands to remove myself from the confines of this ship. I have to say Jean-Luc perhaps the lovely Doctor is a good influence on you after all." he said as he sauntered over to where they lay. He walked around the bed, openly staring at them. Surprisingly they made no move to cover themselves, he decided to test the bounds of their ambivalence. Stepping closer to bed he lightly ran his hand down Beverlys' spine and over her firm cheeks. Instead of the negative reaction he was expecting, she just shivered at his touch and sighed. He found their response or lack of intriguing, they were lying there naked, bodies still joined while he stood over them fully clothed in a Captains uniform, he found himself enjoying the sense of power he had, it was different than the power he normally had over people because it wasn't based on his omnipotence. It was more personal.
Jean-Luc felt himself beginning to harden again under Q's scrutiny, Beverly's convulsive reaction when Q touched her only served to increase his arousal. Beverly began flexing her vaginal muscles when she felt his member within her harden, serving to harden him further. Q was unaware of what they were doing, being too busy analysing their non-reaction.
"Really Jean-Luc, I thought you were much more modest, at least in matters of sexuality. Why this sudden change? You realise I've observed you before, this current behaviour is most uncharacteristic of you." he continued effecting an air of unconcern.
Beverly, meanwhile, slowly began moving her hips in a circular motion, never taking her eyes off Jean-Luc. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed in concentration, determined to feel every bit of pleasure he could. Beverly smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, she flickered her tongue out to trace his lips at the same time she pressed down against him forcing him deeper inside her and clenching her muscles. He groaned in reaction to the sudden pressure, unable to contain his pleasure any longer.
Q looked at them in surprise.
"I don't believe it, your still doing it," he said indignantly "You're not even listening to me, are you?" They didn't respond, they were close to orgasm, their movements becoming more frenzied. "Well I'll show you." With a click of his fingers and a brief flash of light they found themselves separated, lying next to each other on the bed their hands fastened above their heads. They were both breathing heavily, Jean-Luc's member glistened wetly, quivering from the cooler temperature of the room, but not diminishing. Beverly tried pressing her legs together in an effort to achieve some release from the tension. Q noticed and restrained her ankles slightly apart. The need for release was becoming unbearable but Q had no pity. Jean-Luc was the first to recover enough to speak.
"Q, this is unconscionable." he spoke huskily.
"Good, now that I have your full attention, where was I. Oh yes, Jean-Luc, why did you just continue with your amorous activity after you knew I was present, it is most unlike you?"
"Don't you know, I thought you were omnipotent Q." he challenged.
"Well of course I know, little man, well ... perhaps not so little." he amended, looking pointedly at his groin, "I just wanted to hear you say it."
"Your bluffing Q, I know a poker face when I see one."
"Humph, if you insist." With a flash of light he was gone.
Jean-Luc looked over at Beverly.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh just fine, considering" she replied sarcastically "what do you think he'll do when he comes back?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out shortly. I don't think he'll be gone long."
"Oh God, I need some release now." she said pushing down onto the bed and moving her hips, it only made the tension worse.
*******
Q looked down at the Enterprise where it was moving sedately through space. Damn, why couldn't he just co-operate for a change. With a click of his fingers the Enterprise started moving backwards, he zoomed in closer and observed the action taking place in the Captains quarters. Not bad technique, I'm surprised they didn't trip with those clothes everywhere. I wonder what precipitated this they've been holding off for years. Uh huh, very pushy Mon Capitan, this looks like it could be it. He let the motion move forward again listening avidly to the exchange. My oh my Captain....
*******
Suddenly Q was lying on his side next to Jean-Luc, trailing his hand across his chest, tangling his fingers in the sparse curly hair. Jean-Luc gasped as he brushed over his nipples.
"Jean-Luc," he said huskily "I never knew you felt that way."
"I'm still not sure exactly how I feel Q." he replied irritably. "Will you please unrestrain us."
"Now that sounds more like the Captain I know. In answer to your request, No, not yet, I'm having way too much fun, that is I'm going to. I'm just not sure where to start."
"Haven't you ever had sex before?" Beverly asked incredulously.
"Well, no. At least not humanoid sex. I mean it's just so human, all those bodily fluids, uhck I don't know how you stand it quite frankly." he replied his face showing his distaste.
"I think you'd be quite surprised Q, most humanoids find the experience extremely pleasurable. If you let us go we'll be happy to demonstrate it for you." Jean-Luc offered.
Q considered the offer, he wasn't sure he liked way this was going, by admitting his inexperience in these matters he'd lost some of the power he had over them. But at the same time he was ingrigued by the prospect of not being in control for a change and he knew he could trust Jean-Luc not to take advantage of the situation, it was one of those annoyingly human traits he had. But then again Jean-Luc had reacted when he touched him before, it could be more to find out for himself, he could always let them show him later.
"Everything is a learning experience Jean-Luc, and learning by experimenting is so much fun." To prove his point he circled his fingertips lightly around Jean-Lucs' nipple watching with interest as it hardened further, he wondered if a womans' breast reacted the same. He moved so that he was sitting between them, with a hand on each he started playing with their nipples. He noticed Beverly's nipples tightened much the same as Jean-Luc's had. He started alternating the amount of pressure he applied and rolling the nubs between his fingers, their breath was coming in short gasps.
He thought back to the occasions when he'd observed Picard at this activity, he usually started employing his mouth at this stage. Leaning over he pressed his lips against Jean-Lucs, an interesting sensation, he was startled when Jean-luc opened his mouth slightly and flicked his toungue out to brush against his lips, he opened his mouth in turn and Jean-Lucs' tongue entered his mouth. Now he could taste Jean-Luc, the taste was intoxicating, he felt his own penis reacting. He pulled back and looked into Jean-Luc's smoky grey eyes, there was warmth and something else, he wasn't quite sure what it was.
He was disturbed by what he was feeling, so turned to Beverly, doing as Jean-Luc had done to him, she opened her mouth to him. She tasted different to Jean-Luc, when he pulled away he noticed her eyes were closed. He kissed a trail along her jaw and down her neck, continuing down to her breast. He trailed his tongue around her breast moving from one to the other before drawing her nipple into his mouth, she gasped. He bit gently, suckling, he found it comforting. He moved his hand down the length of her body, finally coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs. He toyed with the curls, tangling his fingers in them and tugging lightly but not going any further, he turned his attention instead to Jean-Luc.
Following the same path he'd taken with Beverly, his hand and mouth roamed Jean-Luc's body, he dipped his tongue into his naval swirling around in ever increasing circles. Jean-Luc was writhing beneath him, become increasingly aroused, his abdominal muscles tensing. After a few minutes of this he finally moved further down until he reached the base of his member, he could smell the muskiness of sex which served to arounse him further. Q found his clothes to be suddenly too constricting, with a thought they were gone, his penis sprang free fully erect. He paused momentarily to observe his own state of arousal, he touched the tip and gasped at the pleasure he felt.
"Perhaps there is something to this after all Jean-Luc" he quipped with surprised.
He brought his hand to the base of Jean-Luc's shaft to hold it steady and flicked his tongue out to touch the tip. Jean-Luc drew in a sharp breath at the touch, he felt close to release but wasn't ready to fully succomb yet. Q continued his exploration, slowly circling his tongue around the shaft removing all traces of Beverly's juices. He moved to the top again and thrust his mouth down Jean-Luc's shaft, engulfing him fully, then slowly moved his mouth up again, lightly scraping his teeth as he went. Jean-Luc began bucking beneath him. Q looked on with satisfaction, then turned back to Beverly.
With the tips of his fingers he lightly traced a path over her labia then made patterns on her sensitive inner thighs. Beverly moaned from deep in her throat. Q moved between her thighs and bringing his face down close to her centre breathed deeply of her arousal, he gently parted her outer lips with his fingers and blew lightly against her clitoris, eliciting a deeper moan from her.
"Touch me Q, please" she begged.
"As you wish my dear" he obliged.
He flicked his tongue out touch the tip of her clitoris much as he'd done with Jean-Luc, she thrust her pelvis forward pushing his face into her moist depths forcing him to taste her more fully. He moved away slightly not wanting to give her the release she sought just yet, instead he began moving his tongue all over her vagina, dipping into her entrance but avoiding the centre of her pleasure. Beverly was whimpering with need. Finally he conceded and drew her clitoris into his mouth sucking hard, it was all she need to take her over the edge, she cried out loudly her hips thrusting and bucking against him making it difficult to maintain his hold. Eventually her movements slowed, he released her and began lapping up the juices of her orgasms.
When nothing remained he looked over at Jean-Luc. His face was a study in concentration as he tried to maintain his erection without coming. He moved up and began kissing him, thrusting his tongue in and out of his mouth forcefully, teasing him with the taste of Beverly's juices, while he grasped Jean-Luc's shaft and began moving his hand up and down it in slow measured strokes. After a few minutes he broke away from Jean-Luc's tantalising mouth and moved down to take over from his hand, deep throating him but maintaining the slow steady rhythm. He moved his hand down further to cup his balls, while one finger teased the opening of his anus.
Jean-Luc's breathing became more erratic, his body tensing as he approached release, Q increased the speed of his strokes, sucking harder as he felt the tell-tale tensing of his body.
"Oh God, I'm going to come" Jean-Luc said between gasps.
As he did, Q thrust his finger into his anus applying pressure to his prostate. Jean-Luc thrust his hips forward as he orgasmed into Q mouth, continued to spasm for several minutes. Q didn't cease his stroking until he felt his member soften slightly. He sat up looking at them both with a self satisfied smirk on his face.
"That wasn't so bad after all, not bad at all, if I say so myself"
part five
"Q, " Beverly said breathily "I think you're in need of some attention yourself, perhaps if you release us we can return the favor."
Q looked at her with interest.
"Well if you're sufficiently recovered, I must admit this is becoming a little uncomfortable." he replied looking at his erect member. He moved up to lie between them and with a snap of his fingers they were free to move again.
"Although..." Jean-Luc began "it's not fair if you are free to move." He produced a pair of leather manacles and began attaching them to the bedhead and Q's wrists. "You have to play fair though, no using your powers to remove them. Promise?"
"And if I don't?" he replied.
"Then we'll stop." Beverly answered "Agreed?"
"Oh alright" he grudgingly replied after a brief pause, sounding much like a petulant child.
Beverly and Jean-Luc looked at each other while deciding how to proceed, then both returned their attention to their captive Q. Beverly started by trailing her nails across his skin, starting at his wrist and slowly moving down the length of his arm. Her touch was feather light, leaving him feeling an intense urge to scratch, it was maddening being unable to. She continued down his side then across his abdomen before starting up the other side. Jean-Luc meanwhile was blowing gently against his ear occasionally nibbling on his lobe while his hand was lightly tracing figure eights across his chest, moving around his nipples but never touching them.
Q was beginning to squirm now, their combined touch making his body tingle all over, he felt like there were ants crawling all over him, but he was helpless to relieve the itch. When his body was slightly flushed all over Beverly moved to his other ear and began mimicking Jean-Luc's movements. Q was overwhelmed by the sensations, each nibble on his ear could be felt right down to his toes.
Then, in unison they slowly made their way down his body, pausing to suck and nibble on his erect nipples for a moment before continuing down and meeting up at his naval. Their tongues performed a maddening dance upon his aroused flesh, dipping in and out of his belly-button, occasionally becoming entangled with each other and forgetting where their ministrations were meant to be applied until Q's frustrated complaints reminded them. Q tensed in anticipation as they began moving further down his body, his penis twitching in response. Again they frustrated him further by moving around his penis, without touching, instead nibbling their way along the sensitive skin of his thighs. He began straining against his bonds, hoping they would get the message and move to where he most desired their attentions.
"Patience, Q," Beverly murmured "Good things come to those who wait."
"We should know." Jean-Luc replied.
They gently eased his legs further apart, and began moving up his inner thighs. Just when he thought he could bear their teasing no more they each took one of his balls completely into their mouths, sucking gently. He moaned in response, pushing back against the bedding. When they finally released his balls he agained moaned, now in disappointment, until he felt them slowly trailing their tongues around the base of his penis and up the underside of his shaft. His penis jumped in response becoming even harder than he thought possible. When they reached the head they circled around and around, Jean-Luc brought his hand up to cup his balls gently massaging as Beverly lowered her mouth and completely engulfed him. As she moved up again she scraped her teeth along his shaft, the sensation contrasted with their so far gentle treatment of him and he bucked beneth them. When she reached the top Jean-Luc had his turn, he sucked hard against while Beverly pinched his nipples with her nails, so they continued each taking turns at deep-throating him until he was thrashing wildly. He finally came with explosive force into Beverly's mouth, she swallowed as much as she could then let Jean-Luc take over the final milking of his spent penis, when he was completely spent they moved up to lie on either side of him.
"Well Q, how was that?" Jean-Luc asked "meet your expectations?"
Q just looked at them, breathing heavily.
"My God, I wouldn't have believed it in a million years, Q is speechless." Beverly exclaimed with mock surprise.
"Not completely my dear, I just needed a moment to process the experience. After all it's not very often I experience something completely new," he replied with chagrin "and to think I have you two to thank for it."
"Come now Q, it looked to us like you thoroughly enjoyed it." Jean-Luc returned.
"Well I must admit it certainly requires further exploration."
"How did I just know you were going to say that." Beverly laughed.
Jean-Luc undid the cuffs that were binding Q. "I must admit I didn't think you'd be able to prevent yourself from using your powers."
Q looked at him in surprise. "I totally forgot, strange, THAT has certainly never happened before. This definitely requires further experimentation."
"Well no time like the present." Jean-Luc offered.
"Absolutely," Beverly agreed "I'm only just getting started."
Over the next few hours they continued with their 'experimentation' until they all fell into an exhausted sleep. Q woke first as he was omnipotent and didn't require any time to recover, he just enjoyed being with them in the afterglow. He rose from the bed and looked fondly upon his lovers, as he was quite certain this wouldn't be the last time, curled up together and pulled the bedcovers over them. Just before he left he took a quick peek into the future, not altogether surprised at what he found.
"Looks like your marriage will last afterall." he said to the sleeping couple before disappearing in a flash of light.
The End.