EMBRACEABLE Q by Janet E. Coleman "May I join you?" Belinda smiled at the counselor, nodding to indicate the empty seat next to her. Deanna Troi did not so much settle as slink into the proffered seat, and she smiled warmly at Belinda. "So...I hear you've finished your thesis. Congratulations." "Yes...thanks," Belinda sighed, and stared into her glass. There were only a few other tables occupied in Ten-Forward at this hour in the second shift. She was acutely aware, suddenly, of Deanna's empathic abilities, and flushed hot with embarrassment that Deanna must certainly sense the state Belinda was in. It just made it worse, her suspicion that Deanna found her attractive...ordinarily she would have been excited by the attention of such an outrageously feminine power like Deanna's, but lately... "I wish you would tell me what's troubling you," murmured Deanna, her dark eyes gleaming. "I want to tell you," Belinda burst out, then lowered her voice self-consciously. "I think you might understand...I've been doing research on Q for years now, you know. I've - I've done some truly brilliant work, if I may say so - and I think I can!" At Deanna's firm nod, Belinda continued: "I've breathed, slept, eaten, excreted, discussed, pondered, studied and slept Q for the last three years..." "And now you want to fuck him," whispered Deanna, and Belinda went ice and fire all over at the starkness of it, out loud there at the table in Ten-Forward...at the starkness of having it said at all, at having her lust named. "You were ashamed of this? Belinda...how could one not be attracted to omnipotence? The ultimate power...it *is* very sexy." "Just think...of the *things* he could do," breathed Belinda, and they both squirmed in their chairs right then, each in her own private fantasy of all the fantasies they had ever had. "I also find him attractive," Deanna confessed, "because I can't sense him. He's a mystery. Like the maps of ancient sailors... uncharted territory was marked, 'Here Be Dragons'. It's very seductive." She collected herself and leaned back. Belinda's eye followed the swift line of Deanna's glorious breasts, only partially captured by her neckline. "The Enterprise has a state-of-the-art holodeck, you know. Why don't you indulge your fantasy? - If my mother could only hear me now," Deanna laughed ruefully. " 'Get it out of your system, Little One!' - But, truly, Belinda: you seem troubled by the intensity of this desire, and I think you of all people have earned a little bit of indulgence, don't you? - Give it free rein, for just a little while. Live it. It will lose its power over your every waking moment." Deanna got up to leave, but turned back to Belinda after taking a step. "Get Q out of your system, Belinda," purred Deanna, as feline as she'd ever seemed, vibrating with life and potential pleasures. "And when you have...come to see me, and we can discuss further...uncharted territory." And she left, hips swaying, back straight, her lush dark hair spilling waves of invitation almost all the way down to her round, firm bottom...and Belinda felt her juices flooding as she watched Deanna go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Belinda had dismissed the idea out of hand the first time it had occurred to her, for the simple reason that she could not tell the computer what she wanted without spoiling it in the process. She wanted Q in all his unpredictability - though, as she had concluded in her study, this very unpredictability had its own large, elegant pattern, like the embryonic 20th-century "chaos theory" that first attempted to define - Hang on... What if she told the computer to allow for his "randomness" - to allow for all that it and she knew about Q, based on its records, and her research? - if she got her research computer talking to the holodeck program...like a zombie, Belinda rose from her seat, equations firing in her head like square-dancing neurons, and she made her way to her quarters, staring at nothing, and unconsciously licking her lips. She lay down naked on the bed in her quarters, and began giving instructions to her own portable and to the Enterprise's holodeck program in a calm voice, while she lay on her back with her knees drawn up, thighs spread wide, as the ship's computer spoke back to her in its warmly prim tones. She dipped one finger into her vagina, which dripped with her own juices. "Computer," she murmured, "compile what I've given you so far and leave me alone till I call you." "Acknowledged," said the voice of the ship, crisply, and Belinda wondered, very briefly, why noone seemed to notice that it sounded just like Deanna's mother... Deanna. An image of the counselor strutting out of Ten-Forward assaulted Belinda. In her mind's eye, she placed Deanna on the bed, her dark, glossy curls spilling over her bare shoulders...Deanna gazing at Belinda's widespread vulva, close enough that her breath nudged at the straining clit. Belinda grazed her clit now with her finger, so lightly that her finger barely registered the contact - but her clit sang like a harpstring. She moaned and drew her legs up higher so that her feet were suspended over her thighs. She thought of Deanna's low, warm voice, tinted by that faint, delicious accent...whatever it was... She dipped her finger into herself again, and touched the slick tip squarely to her clit. She moaned aloud. She felt she had been afire with lust all her life... aching, dripping with need, spread wide and whimpering... Slowly she began circling the swollen, wet button with her finger. Mmm. Deanna's pink tongue dancing, teasing her pussy...ahh... *ahhh*... She was getting close, so close to coming. She increased the speed, orbiting her clit faster and faster, hips bucking, so close, but she couldn't *quite* reach the point of no return...she whimpered aloud, burning with frustration, heels pawing the bed. Then she imagined *him*. She imagined looking down, meeting the knowing eyes of Q above the devil's tongue that lapped like the Northern Lights at her cunt, and she CAME, howling, jerking her hand away is if it might be burned or blown to bits by the force of her coming and coming and coming... Belinda lay there awhile, gasping, then slowly sat up, trembling. She had had an orgasm of astonishing intensity for one self-inflicted...but *it was not enough*. She was as sick with lust as she had been before she started...as she had been day after day, night after night, for too long now. "Computer! Let's get this program finished! - before I lose my mind..." EMBRACEABLE Q by Janet E. Coleman Part Two Q sidled through the universe, pondering his options. Since these were effectively infinite, they took nearly six whole seconds to consider carefully - and when he had finished, he had selected, once more, his favorite pastime. Time to go put Picard's panties in a bunch. Oh, Q was entirely cognizant, of course, of his underlying motive in this decision. For all his human limitations - or, to be really honest, *because* of them - Picard was a genuinely entertaining creature. Besides, though Q would rather be trapped in human form again and have his head sawn off slowly with a plastic spoon before he'd admit to it, he rather *liked* Jean-Luc. Oh, well, since he *was* alone, he allowed himself to feel friendship for the semi-evolved simian, just for a moment - then, embarrassed even in the privacy of his own mind, dismissed the whole train of thought and homed in on the Enterpriuse like a mischievous albatross. When not manifesting themselves corporeally, the Q are generally very large, diffuse patterns of energy. This is the state Q had been relaxing in while he considered what to do with his afternoon. Now that he had decided, he would, of course, have to climb back into the now-familiar (and nearly comfortable!) form which so annoyed Picard. Now, where was the little toy ship, that tiny bubble of metal and air that they putt-putted about their little bathtub of space in? There it was - in the usual pocket of space and time, the watchpocket of a Q's jeans, really - and they thought they were so adventurous! - there it was. Q extended himself so that he surrounded the ship like a huge, invisible cloud...then began to collapse in on himself, blurring through the seemingly porous skin of the Enterprise, deck after deck flashing through and by him as he sank into singularity, concentrating himself into the puny human shape that - Hello - what was that? He had passed through someone who was thinking about him. Not idly, either. He had briefly overlapped a mind which was fixing so powerfully upon him that it burned like a star. He paused, mid-hurtle toward Picard's ready room. It was no use. He was too curious and too (he knew it!) conceited not to investigate. The abuse he took whenever he graced this pitiful miniature vessel with his presence could indeed grow tiresome...it would be nice to be liked...wouldn't it? He couldn't be certain. It had never happened before. Q moved his high point of density to the room which housed the mind that pondered him, but he did not allow his presence to be known...yet. ******************* Belinda felt a strange calm, almost a detachment, as she approached the great double doors of one of the holodecks. It was as if she watched herself walking down the corridor, stopping at the doors, speaking to the console. Dimly she wondered if that was her heart she felt, pounding. As the doors slid open with a pneumatic sigh, she snapped back into focus, feeling that she had been rudely redeposited into her own life. The low aching hunger buzzed deep inside as she stepped through the portal, feeling a puff of air stir her hair as the doors slid shut once more and melted from view. He was there, standing in the center of the plain black-and- yellow holodeck grid, arms crossed, slouching in perfect symmetry, and dressed in the uniform of a Starfleet admiral. He eyed her with the ghost of a smug smile haunting his mouth. Belinda felt a rush of moisture seeping from her sex, which suddenly felt almost unbearably confined by her panties, like a fondling, squeezing hand...his eyes drove a spike of attention into her mind. The arrogance of his posture, the shape of his mouth, yes, this was what she wanted - almost... He opened his mouth to speak. "Computer, freeze program," said Belinda. ********************** Startled, Q froze, his mouth open. ********************** Belinda frowned: had she overburdened the holodeck computer with her fancy programming? The plain background could well be part of the "random" logic she'd designed, but that lag of almost a full second before the computer obeyed her command to freeze?... State of the art, ha! Embraceable Q (Part Three) by Janet E. Coleman "Computer," said Belinda, staring thoughtfully at what she thought was a hologram of Q, "change his costume." "Specify." "Oh, gods," sighed Belinda, "*anything* but that." She waved a hand at the red and black jumpsuit. "I see them all *day* - couldn't he come up with anything more exotic than *that*?" The computer twittered briefly to itself while Q seethed. He deflected the computer's attention from himself and scowled at the woman. Why, this uniform was actually somewhat stylish - in a drab, human way, of course. No. It was too annoying. He couldn't keep silent. "Perhaps you would prefer me naked?" Q snapped peevishly, discarding his pretense at stasis. Belinda held perfectly still for a moment, staring at him, then one eyebrow arched elegantly over an amber eye. What a program! It could even ignore system commands in favor of the personality program...surely it would not affect essential ones. She did not try to find out. She stared at him, her gaze hungrily gathering him in, till her eyes flicked back to direct contact with his, and she almost fell down. "Yes," she breathed, "oh, yes." "You...want to see me naked." He sneered it, dismissively. "*That's* why you were thi... why you created this program? To play out some sexual fantasy?" "Of course," said Belinda. "Humans," said Q, and it was something of an epithet. The memory of the...incident aboard this ship when he had briefly been - shudder - human himself was uncomfortably close to the surface of his infinite mind. "What do you think you know about passion...with your puny nervous system...limited by little scraps of flesh that go ping faster than other bits..." "I want your power," she said, "No, let me finish - I don't want to have your powers for myself - it would drive me mad - I want you to join with me, I want to feel *everything*, you in me and me around you - make me a goddess while you fuck me - *now*, Q!" And she stepped up to him, eyes boring into his, mouth fierce - her heart was pounding, he could hear it through her skin. And it *was* lovely skin, if one looked at it with human shallowness, wasn't it? - indeed, she was quite a winning creature. His last sexual encounter in human form had not been his idea - but he could play this one however he wanted...take utter control, with a human who actually wanted him...and not for revenge. His hand shot out, faster than she could follow, and cradled the back of her head. The touch was gentle, but she could feel the potential of force coiled behind it, and she shuddered, flushing hot with need and...fear?...yes, it was fear. She knew, dimly, that he was a program...yet she was able to allow herself to entertain the tiniest doubt, that he *could* truly be Q. It was enough. She stared at him, breathing tremulously, a little harder than normal. His eyes were mesmerizingly intense, illuminated with secret knowledge and dark amusement. Her eyes dropped to his mouth. Ah, hadn't she found herself fixating on that mouth, as she endlessly viewed and re-viewed the records? She flicked her gaze back onto a collision course with his - a silent demand. [Now,] she subvocalized at him, almost believing he could hear. "Your wish is my command," murmured Q against her lips, smirking. And the world went out. **************************** Belinda did not know where she was. She wasn't certain whether her eyes were telling her that they could not see, or that what she was seeing was so incomprehensible to her as to be blocked out by her panicking optic nerves. [Ah,] said Q from somewhere inside her head, [perhaps I had better keep the other form for the time being.] And he was there with her, and her vision was normal again. The thin neon lines of the bare holodeck had changed. Stars wheeled around them, brilliant hot gas jewels spooling out in ribbons, turning in their stately dance, looking to this point always. The center of a galaxy - or a universe... ...and his hand was on the back of her neck, still gentle, but bruising her flesh with possibility. She was naked. Naked, in open space. Perversely, this reassured her, returned the tiniest semblance of control to her situation. It was the holodeck. It had to be the holodeck. It was. Um. Well, it was very very probably the holodeck. They orbited one another, lazily, as if locked into a moment, his hand still owning the back of her neck, and she looked at him. He, too, was naked. She had seen men nude in zero-gee before. They always looked endearingly foolish, with their genitals floating about, and their limbs swimming around, ready to protect vulnerable parts. Q was neither foolish nor vulnerable. Belinda trailed her eyes over his body. Oh, the form he chose to appear in (or did he choose? she wondered idly) was, in itself, attractive to her; she liked tall men with arrogant mouths, with long fingers, with intense eyes...but the way he inhabited that form, the supercharged intensity of those dark eyes, this was what had infected her, this was what was consuming her. Externally, he seemed supremely unaroused, but this didn't disturb her. It would rather have disappointed her, she mused dimly as her gaze slid down his thighs, to be confronted with a Q who was *only* human. Still, he *was* in human form, and she'd attend to that later. First she was momentarily distracted by his toes. Q had toes? - Of course he had. Right now, anyway. When he manifested as a human, he was very convincing. Until you looked in his eyes... And she looked back into his eyes. They were amused, challenging, hard and bright. He was allowing her time to admire him. Belinda reached out, and closed her fingers very deliberately on the back of Q's neck. The circuit was complete; they began to revolve in space... "I understand you're usually more talkative," she rasped, the sensation of his skin under her fingertips opening the floodgates once again. She felt her body suffused with hunger so great that by now it *would* take a god to fill it. She arched her body against their revolution... "You don't want me for pillow talk," said Q. He was reaching out; there was the electric thrill as his palm made contact with the small of Belinda's back. She gasped, softly, then again sharply as he yanked her against him, full length. They revolved, faster. The stars, so many of them, began to blur. Her consciousness as she knew it began to melt and stretch away into vague memory. Each blurring point of star's light corresponded to a nerve ending in her body, and her body sang with the connect-the-dots inferno map of a universe. And his eyes, right there, searing into hers, and the whirling was so fast now that space looked to Belinda like a great bright mass. Her hair stood out on end, and tears streamed from her eyes because she could not blink, could not shut out for an instant the fire-dark eyes of Q. The pleasure howled through every cell in her body as their revolutions became so fast that even the great bright mass that was a universe of stars darkened to a dull pallor. But a portion of Belinda still felt his skin in contact with hers, felt him pinning her to him with the force of planetary gravity. "Not -" she gasped, struggling against unconsciousness as her brain threatened to shut down: "Not - not enough -" Flashpoint! There was a tremendous B O O M as they came, impossibly, to an absolute stop, and the stars trembled. Q was really gripping her by the back of her neck now, as if she were a recalcitrant puppy. He gave her a little shake. "Not enough? Not *enough*? You little mammal, I have just made love to you with a moderate-sized *universe* - and it's not *enough*?" She blinked - and suddenly she knew. She *knew*. This was no hologram. This was not her attempt at programming, which she knew now wouldn't have worked, would indeed merely have crashed the holodeck computer. This was really Q. And she had just seriously insulted him. And all fear left her, completely. Her own hand was still on his neck, and she shook him in return. "Don't be obtuse. It doesn't become you...that was more pleasure than I suspect I'm capable of feeling...but Q, I didn't ask you to make love to me." She slid her arms around Q's neck, and whispered with her lips just touching his ear, "I *told* you to *fuck me*." And she bit him. Hard. Long fingers entwined in her hair and yanked her head back. Once more her eyes were imprisoned in his as he held her there, her neck arched back. He was smiling. Wickedly, but he was smiling. "Humans," he said again, but this time with a low undercurrent of fond amusement, and something darker which Belinda could not identify...and which drove a fresh spike of craving through her. "You've surprised me," said Q, "and amused me. Now you challenge me. Very well...I'm feeling indulgent this afternoon; we shall meet halfway...Belinda." And he yanked her hair again, harder, a little cruelly. Belinda gasped, and her legs opened of their own volition. Now she felt her body again, her spine thrumming with anticipation, nipples drawn to tight points thrusting against the star-smeared darkness. Thighs parted, she could almost feel space itself breathing over her sex, and the need was pain, but greater than pleasure. He jerked his handful of her hair, sharply, and she opened her eyes with a gasp. There was mocking scrutiny in his face, and that *other* something, the dark mystery, was stronger. Q reached his other hand under her other outstretched arm and anchored it, too, firmly in Belinda's hair. Then he leaned forward and delicately brushed her lips with his in a silky kiss, brief and weightless... And just as Belinda relaxed into the kiss, powerfully he hauled down and back on her hair, bending her supple body into an almost perfect circle, and in that instant she felt him plunge into her, abruptly hard and huge, almost too much, almost. She shrieked, fingers stretching out as if to grasp the void, and once again they began to revolve... She could not see his eyes from the position she was in, but she saw them anyway. She howled as they turned, as he drove thick and hard into the hot, blind, primeval force of her cunt, and they turned faster, and the stars began to streak a sphere of vivid lines around them, and still his eyes held hers, impossibly... ...and every impulse in her body once more aligned with the whirling kaleidoscope of fire...and still he plunged in, filling her with a universe; cramming stars and planets whole into her womb. Sobbing, singing, she accepted it all, and the stars were one monstrous star, and they were fucking, were fucking at the heart of it, a fury of heat and power. He blurred into her, and for an aching instant, the merest fraction of a moment, she felt what it was like, felt what it was like to be Q. She came, and the great star went nova. She came in silence, because there was no voice left for it - her mouth straining open in a silent cry that shook a cosmos to glittering fragments. She came, and came, resonating across the moment, backwards and forwards, caught in a loop of her own coming, and then she shut down... (and his laughter followed her down into darkness, and his eyes too, and another triumphant brush across her lips...and he was gone.) ************************** Belinda woke, naked and bruised, on the floor of the holodeck somewhat later. She sat up slowly, her hand going automatically to her riotously tangled hair...and smiled wolfishly. She set about clothing herself, humming a little tune she had never heard before. A few days to recover...and then she had a date with Deanna, and a few new ideas to bring to it. She left the holodeck, without looking back. **THE END**