Uniform (a vignette) by Astra "Dr Crusher, you are out of uniform." Beverly smiles at him. "That's right, Jean-Luc." She steps out of the garment and tosses it aside. "You get a new uniform every year, and I'm still stuck with this reject from season three. So, until Starfleet comes up with a new uniform for me, I'm just going to wear this." She leans forward to pick up her lab coat and Picard has to remind himself to breathe. "Beverly, you can't parade around this ship in just your lab coat and lingerie. What if I have to send you on an Away mission?" "Doesn't matter, Jean-Luc. You've had all the good dramatic parts for years. I spend all my time running around sickbay spouting the technobabble equivalent of 'Give that man an aspirin.' and sticking little metal squares to people's heads." She smoothes the lab coat over her hips, smiling at the *reaction* it gets. "I think this will do just fine, Captain." "Damn it Doctor! It's not as if I like all these uniform changes. Every year it's the same thing. Starfleet sends me a new uniform and the damn thing still rides up. Do you know how hard it is to be dramatic when you're worried about your zipper showing?" Beverly gives him a long appraising look, her gaze stopping *there*. "Mmmm." She licks her lips. "I do see your...point, Captain." She moves closer and whispers in his ear. "As your Doctor, I declare your uniform detrimental to the performance of your duties. I order you to remove it immediately. Then I will administer the rest of your treatment." Jean-Luc looks at her, watching as her hands start loosening his uniform. "What might the rest of this treatment be, Doctor?" "Oh just a little something to relieve your dramatic *tension*, Captain." Taking his hand, she leads him to the bedroom stopping by the replicator to order "One pint of clover honey, warm." :::end:::