Stiletto Heels (Weapons of War)
by Astra <astraplain@yahoo.com>


The padd lay in the corner beeping pathetically. I
ignored it, my mind walking the edge between anger and
despair. In front of me, the bed beckoned, enticing me
to give in to despair, to allow myself to wallow in
misery. It was very tempting.

Annoyed at myself, I deliberately turned away,
striding to the closet and opening it, reaching far
into the back for my secret weapon. They were black
with stiletto heels that could kill.

I strapped them on and tested them out by grinding a
heel into the padd's control panel, punishing it for
the message it bore. The noise stopped, mid-beep
leaving the damaged item blinking feebly. I kicked it
for good measure and left it there.

Off went the robe and pj's - on went the sheath dress
and only the dress. It was short and tight enough to
send half the senior staff into cardiac arrest. I
smoothed the silky fabric over my skin, smiling not at
all nicely. This was war.

The replicator produced the cosmetics I needed, bold
colors to paint my eyes and lips. A choker, hairclip
and earrings finished the look.

Jean-Luc didn't stand a chance.
*****

I made sure he was on the bridge before leaving my
quarters. A little public confrontation would give me
the advantage, and I intended to take it.

Two lieutenants were in the turbolift with me, their
eyes staring at me in ways that I hadn't felt in
years. It made me feel invincible.

By the time I arrived on the bridge, the Klingon
armada couldn't have stopped me.

I ignored Riker, Data and the rest of them, although I
was well aware of their stares. Jean-Luc was my prey,
and he had no where to run.

"Doctor…"

"Jean-Luc."

"My ready room, Doctor. Now."

I savored his expression, that stark combination of
confusion and lust, rapidly schooled into the proper
mien of a captain. He took a step toward me, trying to
overpower me with his presence although I am
physically taller. I didn't let it work. We stood nose
to nose with the entire bridge crew watching.

Slowly I took a step back, making sure he knew that I
had allowed him this small victory. He strode off to
his ready room and I followed, using the walk that had
snared me more than one lover in my wild youth. 
Behind me, the male crew members were almost howling.

I ought to do this more often.

*****

He waited for the doors to close before starting his
tirade, the usual speech about duty and
responsibility. I let him talk, moving relentlessly
closer as he retreated, first behind his desk, then
farther back until he was against the wall.

I closed in, covering the distance between us in a
striptease walk that made his ears turn pink.

"Beverly." He admonished.

"Jean-Luc." I purred in reply.

We were centimeters apart now, and he had nowhere to
go. I closed the gap, pressing myself against him
until we could feel every curve of the other's body.

He started to stutter. I shut him up with a kiss that
would melt steel.

"Tell me again, Captain, about this reassignment you
were thinking of approving." I breathed the words into
his mouth, letting him taste as well as hear them. For
emphasis I rubbed against him, feeling him stiffen.

He tried to push me away, but I deflected his hands so
that they met skin instead of cloth. He looked like he
might faint.

Now that I had his attention, I explained, using small
words. "Nella Darren is not returning to the
Enterprise. Request denied. Understand?"

He nodded once, his hands sliding just a little higher
on my thighs.

I stepped back, and led him to his desk. "Let's just
take care of this little matter right now, shall we?"

I leaned way over for emphasis.

He swallowed hard and activated his computer. Two
minutes later and that small problem was resolved.

"Now…" I perched on the edge of the desk and crossed
my legs letting my dress slide slowly up my thighs.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the
hem of my dress.

"I think your shift is finished, Captain."

He nodded.

"Care to join me? I though we might find something
interesting to do in my quarters tonight."

He nodded again and let me lead him out of the ready
room.

He didn't even bother to turn the bridge over to
Riker.

*****

I wait until Beverly's sound asleep to investigate the
padd lying in the corner. I suspect I know what it
was, but I want to be certain.

Of course I am right.

I inspect the damaged padd, unable to keep the
satisfied smile off my face. I set it carefully on the
bureau, acknowledging its sacrifice for the greater
good.

I pick the dress up off the floor and drape it over
the back of the chair. I certainly hadn't expected
that. And those shoes…

I love it when a plan comes together.

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