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Teach the Children by AdmiralTAG (NC-17)
Fandom: STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
Pairing: Picard/Crusher
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Her soon-to-be-disappeared AdmiralTAG's House of Angst; her Trekiverse author page
Why this must be read:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that characters in possession of a holodeck, must be in want of pornography writers.
This fic is the result of a fandom challenge in which Picard and Crusher carry on an affair that exists only on the holodeck. The characters (and writers) take it in turns to come up with different roles and scenarios.
AdmiralTAG specializes in edgy, character-driven P/C porn, and TtC is no exception. Picard and Crusher may be playing at student and teacher (the fic is set just after “Rascals”), but their real lives have ways of bleeding into their fantasies, whether they want them to or not.
But he must be here, she realized as she stepped onto the holodeck–a program was running. She had no idea who she was to be, who he would be. He hadn't told her, probably had forgotten in all the confusion. But there would be clues–in any program there were clues.
The doors opened up onto a bedroom. He's anticipating, she smiled, remembering what she had been like, pubescent, randy as hell, able to pick from any number of boys and men. To distract herself she looked around. There were a few travel bags, mainly packed. Some clothes hung in the closet, and from previous times she recognized them as being from Earth, twentieth century, sometime toward its start. Choosing one at random, she replaced her uniform with a high neck white starched blouse and a suit of brown suede. She tried to walk a step over toward the suitcases and nearly tripped herself with her own long stride, hobbled by the narrow skirt; it was only when she found the buttons and opened the slit that she could bend enough to don the high, narrow heels which matched her outfit. She dispensed with a hat, not planning to go outdoors until she knew who and where she was, but put her hair up, consistent with what she recalled of the time period.
But what country was she in, and what situation? And, more importantly, where was he?
The tags on her luggage revealed her name to be Miss Stavmore, and a note on her desk, thanking her for the care she had taken with Johnny (Johnny?) and his education revealed her to be a tutor or governess. The fact that her bags were packed, and the final tone of the note, led her to believe that her charge was leaving as well, probably grown beyond her care.
But was Jean-Luc Johnny, or, more likely, was he the Lord Bertram who had signed the note? He had the body of a teenager, true, but the mind of a middle-aged man.
Teach the Children
Pairing: Picard/Crusher
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Her soon-to-be-disappeared AdmiralTAG's House of Angst; her Trekiverse author page
Why this must be read:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that characters in possession of a holodeck, must be in want of pornography writers.
This fic is the result of a fandom challenge in which Picard and Crusher carry on an affair that exists only on the holodeck. The characters (and writers) take it in turns to come up with different roles and scenarios.
AdmiralTAG specializes in edgy, character-driven P/C porn, and TtC is no exception. Picard and Crusher may be playing at student and teacher (the fic is set just after “Rascals”), but their real lives have ways of bleeding into their fantasies, whether they want them to or not.
But he must be here, she realized as she stepped onto the holodeck–a program was running. She had no idea who she was to be, who he would be. He hadn't told her, probably had forgotten in all the confusion. But there would be clues–in any program there were clues.
The doors opened up onto a bedroom. He's anticipating, she smiled, remembering what she had been like, pubescent, randy as hell, able to pick from any number of boys and men. To distract herself she looked around. There were a few travel bags, mainly packed. Some clothes hung in the closet, and from previous times she recognized them as being from Earth, twentieth century, sometime toward its start. Choosing one at random, she replaced her uniform with a high neck white starched blouse and a suit of brown suede. She tried to walk a step over toward the suitcases and nearly tripped herself with her own long stride, hobbled by the narrow skirt; it was only when she found the buttons and opened the slit that she could bend enough to don the high, narrow heels which matched her outfit. She dispensed with a hat, not planning to go outdoors until she knew who and where she was, but put her hair up, consistent with what she recalled of the time period.
But what country was she in, and what situation? And, more importantly, where was he?
The tags on her luggage revealed her name to be Miss Stavmore, and a note on her desk, thanking her for the care she had taken with Johnny (Johnny?) and his education revealed her to be a tutor or governess. The fact that her bags were packed, and the final tone of the note, led her to believe that her charge was leaving as well, probably grown beyond her care.
But was Jean-Luc Johnny, or, more likely, was he the Lord Bertram who had signed the note? He had the body of a teenager, true, but the mind of a middle-aged man.
Teach the Children