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Beverly Crusher walked toward her quarters wanting nothing

but a long, relaxing bath with hot water, a tall glass of

wine, and a nice quiet, boring evening. Sickbay had been a

hothouse of activity all day long. It seemed like anyone

who could get hurt, had, and anything that could have gone

wrong, did. To top it off, she hadn't heard or seen from

Jean-Luc all day long. Sometimes that man could drive her

insane!

She reached her quarters without incident, and went to

collapse onto the bed. A large gift-wrapped box sitting in

the middle of the bedspread stopped those plans. It was

only a few days until Christmas and her first thought was

that it was a present from someone. Then she wondered how

they'd gotten it inside her quarters.

Her brow wrinkling in confusion, she quickly ripped the

paper off and raised the lid. Her eyes lit with

recognition and delight. Of course, it was the "Naughty

Mrs. Claus" outfit she'd ordered from a catalog that Deanna

had. The two women had combined their order, and it must

have come in on the supply ship they'd rendezvoused with

late last night.

She sifted through the layers of tissue to make sure

everything was there. Oh, Jean-Luc will definitely be

pleased with this, she thought. She headed for the comm

system to leave him a message, but she she turned it on the

computer informed her that she had a message waiting

herself. She instructed the computer to play it.

[Beverly, I've got a big surprise planned for you this

evening. My quarters, 1930.]

Beverly thought she just might forgive Jean-Luc for

ignoring her all day, after all. He'd evidently been busy

planning this "surprise" for her. She changed her mind

about sending him a message. She'd show up with a surprise

of her own.

---

At 1700, Beverly snuck into the captain's quarters. She'd

decided to show up early, take her bath at his place, and

then take her time getting ready. That way, when he came

in, she'd be all dressed and ready.

She ran the water in the tub, and took a long, relaxing

soak. She was tempted to stay in and let him find her that

way, but the thought of the look on his face when he saw

her in the red and white outfit prompted her to drain the

water and dry off.

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She walked into the bedroom, the towel wrapped around her,

and surveyed the oufit spread out on the bed. Dropping the

towel, she sat on the bed and tugged on the red thigh-high

stockings, and then hooked the matching garter belt around

her waist. She attached the garter, and stood up,

smoothing the wrinkles out of the hose. Next came the red
velvet, super short Mrs. Claus dress. The hem of the skirt

was lined in soft, white fur, and barely covered her crotch

and only half of her butt. The sleeves were long, the

cuffs lined with more of the white fur. The bodice of the

outfit was cut out, leaving her breasts bare. She smiled

impishly at herself in the mirror as she took a tube of red
lipstick and rogued her nipples until the shone as brightly

as Rudolph's nose. A perky red and white Santa hat, and

spiked red mules completed her outfit. She twirled in front

of the mirror and caught herself fighting back a yawn. She

was more tired than she'd thought.

She checked the time - still one hour to go until the

appointed time. She decided a short little nap wouldn't

hurt, as she curled up on the bed, her arm pillowing her

head. Within seconds she was sound asleep.

---

The sound of the outer door opening brought her to

consciousness. She sat up quickly, checking the time -

1925. Shit! She hadn't meant to sleep that long.

She stood up, put the hat on and checked her reflection in

the mirror. Just a little more red on her nipples, and she

was ready.

Smiling to herself, she lowered her lashes, attempting to

look coy. She struck a seductive pose in the doorway to

the bedroom, and activated the door.

"Merry Christmas, big boy," she breathed in her sexiest

"do me" voice.

Picard swung around from where he'd been talking to Riker.

"Beverly?" he said, incredulous.

Only then did Beverly notice the others around him --

Riker, Troi, Data, LaForge, and at least two or three other

crewmen. She stared in horror, unable to move or speak.

His surprise. It must have been a Christmas party for the

senior staff. He knew she planned the party every year,

and every year ended up with a headache and frazzled nerves

because of it. He'd wanted to spare her the hassle,

Beverly realized, belatedly. She wanted to die of

embarrassment.

Riker cleared his throat discreetly, while Data openly

stared. "If I had known this was to be a costume party,"

the android said in a loud clear voice, "I would have come

more appropriately attired."

Beverly gave a screech and ran for the safety of the

bathroom.

A knock sounded on the door. "Beverly," Jean-Luc called,

his voice a mixture of sympathy and amusement. "It's not

all that bad."

"How can you say that?" she wailed.

"Well, now you know there _are_ worse things to be known

for other than the 'Dancing Doctor'."