A Voyager tale by katharsis (no relation to Seven of) nine
The time is now circa 2000 hours...
Computer.
Bop-booooop.
Play complete data file of the Smiths’ Strangeways here we come. Start at: Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours.
Brooo bop broo.
B’Elanna Torres lay slumped into her couch dressed in grey tank top and black uniform pants. Her furry eyebrows crouched down, nearly covering her black eyes.
Oh, and she was horny as hell.
Minutes earlier, Tom had skipped out after they were watching what was supposed to be yet another J/7 paring, and wound up with J/T instead. Not that B’Elanna minded, though. After all, she’d only recently acknowledged to herself something that she could never tell anyone else. One searing look from that little redhead captain was enough to turn Torres’ insides to jelly. Hell, not even the Doctor knew.
Tom, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly too keen on the idea of his so-called girlfriend doing the horizontal cha-cha with the Captain and showed his displeasure by speeding into the lavatory and vomiting purple fluid, along with yesterday’s lunch. A choke and a mumbled something later, the poor guy stumbled out of B’Elanna’s quarters.
Left with a bunch of files to look at as well as a feral libido that demanded attention, B’Elanna blew a frustrated breath, which flipped her hair momentarily. She finally settled in and watched herself and Captain Janeway, both made up like full-blooded Klingons, clawing and munching on each other like...well...Klingons.
So that’s what she looks like naked. Very nice. Her hand wandered down to her thigh. Hmmm. I could just snap her up. Oh God. Those strong arms. And those legs. If only I could suck on those luscious tits all night-oh. Looks like I already have. Her hand had reached that achingly damp juncture between her legs. With a low, throaty growl she began to finger and paw at her poor, neglected sex. God. Yes. Oh, this is fucking GREAT! Thank you, Harry for THIS!
Onscreen, Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager was thoroughly and gleefully gnawing at the neck of her Chief Engineer, Lieutenant B’Elanna Torres. Bass howls throughout the simulated cave. Torres’ hands clutched at Janeway’s red hair, baring her teeth.
B’Elanna watched with fixed fascination as she peeled off her trousers, exposing her now-drenched puckering lips. Her fingers tangled themselves in a dark patch of curly hair. They sought and found her engorged clitoris, which jerked in response. She lightly stroked it carefully, teasingly, riding the micro-shockwaves, which made her body arch. She drew up her legs up onto the couch and she leaned back, stroking the wet folds, teasing at the hole, circling around, slipping along the increasing wetness. She never took her eyes off the screen…
Janeway cupped one of Torres’ breasts with one hand, while the other slid down the tight, muscular body.
“Yes,” B’Elanna murmured. “There. Right there.” She spread her legs even wider.
The predatory hand found the dark mound and began to twist and pull at the curly hair.
“Oh yessss…that feels so good.” She began to rub her clit harder.
Long, delicate fingers crammed their way into the tight hole, wriggling around, enveloped in slick heat.
She plunged her fingers inside and out again, pumping with heated frenzy. Soon her motions were in synch with the action on screen. A soft moan escaped her fluttering lips.
In and out dove the fingers. Two digits, then three…finally they closed into a fist which made its way inside the sweet, willing tunnel, claiming its prize. By this time, Torres was raising her hips to meet each demanding thrust.
“Ohhhh…Captain…” B’Elanna rocked her hips trying to get more of her hand inside her. She clutched at a cushion so she wouldn’t pop right off the couch like a rocket. “Unnngh! Fuck me, Captain!”
Soon, Torres let out an unearthly howl, grabbed Janeway’s hand and tried to shove it in deeper. She bucked wildly, throwing her head from side to side.
“Hmmm…aahhhh…ooohhhhh…” the action in the real world was getting wild. “Captain…ahhhh! Harder! Faster! FUCK that cunt, you BITCH!”
When she came, her screams pierced the air. Her entire body rose, convulsing for a long time before plopping back down, her chest heaving.
At the same moment, B’Elanna howled her release, as her hand was drenched with spurting fluid. Her thighs twitched and quivered with each spasm. “Oh god…Oh God…I’m coming…I’m coming! Oh, CAPTAIN!” Another orgasmic wave hit her and she rocked along with it. “Sweet Jesus! Uh! Uh! Mmmmmm. Ahhhh…yes. Right there. Please. Oh, please. Oh God, here comes another one-GOD! Yes! Yes! Fek'lhr and fuckery! Agggh! Errrgh! Ahhh. Ahhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh…” She panted heavily while she shuddered violently. Her head lolled back, and she let her body jerk about until her convulsions finally slowed to a grinding halt. She began to breathe very softly and finally slid her hand out of the wetness and brought it to her face. Her nostrils flared, taking in the sweet musky scent of her arousal. *Sniff, sniff* “Oh yessss…Fuck. I can smell her. That’s her scent. It may have been a while, but her scent’s still there.” She licked at the honey smeared on her fingers. I feel you. I taste you. I am yours. Oh God. She had me, possessed me. We really went at it. Didn’t we? Mmmm. Tasty. She licked some more before closing her mouth over a few fingers and began to suck. Too bad I don’t remember any of this. If only-
She stopped short when an idea popped into her head…
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She was a certified war hero. She’d fought the Cardassians, plowed through the Kazon, thumbed her nose at the Hirogen, and kicked the Collective Ass of the Borg not once, not twice, but three times. Dammit, she’d rammed her ship through forbidding sectors of space and wonky phenomena. Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager was ready for any challenge before her. And like a bull, she charged ahead through the Delta Quadrant on the long and treacherous journey home.
So when a beautiful blonde Borg entered her quarters and requested, no, demanded the best-damned massage in the galaxy, the situation shouldn’t have been too stressful.
Right?
Think again, folks.
Three minutes after Seven of Nine paraded in, she was buck naked and stretched out on a couch on her stomach. And sitting astride that luscious body was none other than Captain Janeway.
My, oh my. What would Captain Kirk do?
“Captain…” Seven moaned.
“Kathryn, call me Kathryn.” Where the hell did that come from?
“Kathryn…” Seven was having some difficulty forming a complete sentence. “…May I turn over?”
Janeway’s Id and Superego were at war.
Superego hopped up and down in protest, screaming, No. No. HELL no! She’s your crewman, for crying out loud! There are RULES against this sort of behavior. Katie, you’re looking at a court-martial here!
In the meantime, Id had other ideas. Court-martial? Yeah, RIGHT! Turn over? SURE! She’s gonna let you run your hands all over that incredible body. Well, what are you waiting for? Take her! Fuck the living SHIT out of her like you’ve wanted to since you first laid eyes on her. She’s yours, see?
Ego took the smart route and stayed out of the conflict.
In the end, Janeway’s body made the decision for her. There was a prickling heat where her thighs rested on either side of Seven’s hips. Her heart was hammering with increasing tempo. A thing layer of sweat manifested itself on her forehead. So, with a shaky voice, she finally squeaked, “Okay.” She eased herself off that succulent body with a tiny pang of regret as Seven of Nine turned over.
With slow, fluid motion, the stunning blonde rolled her body onto her back. Her full breasts bounced slightly, tapering into the gentle slopes of tastily pink nipples. The narrow bands of metal wrapped around her abdomen glinted in the soft light as sleek powerful muscles flexed and shifted around. When the legs parted ever so slightly, a neat patch of gold peeked out, soft and beckoning.
It was all too brief. At slipstream speed, Seven snatched a thick, dark blue blanket from a corner of the couch, sat up sitting cross-legged, and covered up in a most strategic manner. The eye candy that gleamed so coyly before was suddenly buried under deep cobalt.
Oh…my…God… Janeway’s heart stopped. All she could do was slump half-sprawled into her end of the couch and try to get her breath back.
A soft smile graced Seven’s face. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Enjoy what?” Janeway finally got her voice back.
“Seeing my body. It was stimulating, was it not?”
“Uhhh…” God, how she wanted to yank that thing off her. “You tell me, you have the ability to ascertain physiological responses.” Way to go, Katie. Walk right into it.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Is she playing with me?
“Yes.”
Damn. She is playing with me. And it’s making me crazy… “Yes, was I stimulated by seeing your body, or yes, I liked seeing your…your…” Did I say walk right into it? Try slamming face first.
“My body,” Seven finished for her. “As I changed position, your heart rate increased by 27%. You were stimulated.” She tilted her head ever so slightly. “Would you massage my foot, please?” And with that, she gracefully extended one leg, resting it mere centimeters from the older woman.
Oh, is THAT all? Well, two can play at that game. Kathryn granted the work of art an appreciative glance before sitting up. She cupped the proffered foot, running a thumb over the smooth sole. Her left hand skittered up along the foot and wrapped around the toes while the right gently gripped the Achilles tendon and began to knead. She leaned forward as her body settled into this new task. She loved the feel of firm, yet yielding flesh under her fingers.
Seven’s eyes slid shut and she allowed her thoughts to wander. These were the hands which pounded flesh, fingers that jabbed at buttons and clutched the trigger of a rifle. A thumb pressed gently into an insole, the feel of which rippled along her body.
A smile crept onto Kathryn’s face. “I once studied reflexology a long time ago,” she murmured absently. She traced her fingers across the ball of the foot. “For instance, this area is connected to the lungs. If I were to press it just so…”
Seven felt the circulation in her lungs increase. She drew in a long, deep breath, feeling her heart pump harder. Her body began to tingle.
While her hands groped and prodded various pressure points, Kathryn’s gaze drifted upwards. It would be so easy to reach under that blanket and touch her. So easy. I am her captain; after all, I could order her to take it off. But would she let me? Could I forgive myself if I did? She trusts me. Her hands slid down underneath the heel and began to caress the ankle. She haunts my dreams. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face. So strong, so fiercely defiant…and yet so vulnerable. I see it her eyes like no one else can. It tears at my soul. Did I really think I could stop myself from falling in love with her?
“Your hands are warm,” Seven sighed. “Yet your heart is not cold. What does it mean, the phrase: ‘Cold hands, warm heart’?”
Kathryn quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not sure myself. It’s a very old phrase. It could mean a number of things, such as, an exterior appearance belies the-wait, I’ve got it backwards. All right. For example, a sehlat-”
“A species native to Vulcan…”
“Which looks like a ferocious sabretooth…”
“Yet has a gentle disposition.”
“Right. So the point is, things aren’t always as they seem.”
“I see. Then why are your hands on my thigh?”
“Huh?” Kathryn looked down to find that her hands were indeed encircling Seven’s thigh and was dangerously close to the blue blanket. Her face went bright crimson and her hands jerked back as if she’d touched a hot potato. “Seven!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Why are you apologizing?” A look of puzzlement and…something else was on the lovely blonde’s face. “You…have done me no harm. I trust you, Kathryn.” She swallowed hard, fixing an intense gaze upon the chiseled, elegant features before her.
“Do you?” came the ragged reply. “We’ve certainly stumbled into a very awkward situation here…”
“A can of worms?”
“A can of…what are you talking about?”
“An unfinished conversation we had some time ago.”
“Seven, I am your captain, and…”
“Are we on the bridge?”
“No…I…”
“You requested that I call you Kathryn, did you not?”
“Yes.”
“Then…” Seven chose her words carefully. “Why do you insist that you are on duty when we are clearly not?”
Janeway’s unspoken argument collapsed under the weight of simple logic. When she finally met the young Borg’s eyes, she knew then and there than the line she had drawn herself had been crossed long ago. Trouble was, she was the last to know. “I…do have feelings for you, Seven. Strong…feelings. And I don’t know if I can control myself around you any longer.”
“You are attracted to me.”
“Yes.”
“You wish to know whether I feel the same.”
“I cannot ask you that.”
“Then I shall answer it. From the moment we first met, you made an impression on me. Your courage, determination, and your resistance drew me to you. I have also seen that you have a warm demeanor that comforts and nurtures. You are a highly complex individual…and intriguing as well.”
“So how do I make you feel?” tumbled out of the captain’s mouth before she could stop herself.
Seven leaned forward. “I would prefer to show to rather than tell you.” She drew back her leg and settled into a kneeling position all the while keeping the blanket over her torso with one hand. “I cannot describe in words how you invoke feelings of desire in me. I wish to…explore those feelings…with you. Would you kiss me? Please?”
After a lingering look, Kathryn crept forward, then drew herself up on her knees and came face to face with the golden-haired vision before her. An icy blue gaze met her blue-grey eyes and began to smolder. “Are you sure you want this? There will be no turning back.”
“I do not wish to turn back.” She felt fingers flutter at her hips. Her knees parted a touch. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Warmth pressed against her lips. She pressed back, savouring this new sensation. She felt small hands encircle her waist. The pressure triggered a response much lower.
Kathryn kissed those full, pouty lips. The taste was exquisite. She was suddenly filled with a need to dominate this young woman, to claim her. She kissed harder, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue across plump lips.
Seven felt a sliver of wetness pry her mouth open. Curious, she parted her lips. Immediately, she felt the older woman’s tongue enter her mouth. It ran over her teeth and swept along the roof. Her own tongue rose out of its own volition to brush against invading flesh. Kathryn’s hands began to roam all over the statuesque form before her. They ran up the sides and onto the shoulders. She fanned her fingers on a smooth neck before coming to rest on high cheekbones. Her fingers found their way behind the head to the soft, silky blonde hair. She ran her fingers through, reveling in the softness. They closed on a hidden pin and tugged. Seven's hair tumbled down in a cascade. It reached her shoulders and framed her face. Kathryn drew back just long enough to stare at the transformation. She cupped the lovely face, looking deep into the younger woman’s eyes. “You’re beautiful,” she rasped. She began to tug at the blanket that was in her way. “Let me see you…”
Seven resisted only for a moment before dropping her hands. The blanket tumbled off her naked body. Her exposed nipples hardened from the sudden drop in temperature. She felt tightness in her belly, and the roar of her blood rushing through her head.
Catching her breath at last, Janeway brought up trembling hands to cup the full breasts. Seven let out a soft sigh, as she felt eager hands caress and squeeze the incredibly responsive flesh. Her entire body became warm and then she became aware of a steady heat building in her groin. She reached out and cupped Kathryn’s face, noting idly that the normally grey eyes that were sweeping over her were now an odd shade of dark blue. So this is the look of arousal. She bent forward and closed her mouth over Kathryn’s
The kiss deepened as their tongues began to duel. Janeway held on to the Borg’s breasts for dear life. Her thumbs brushed against the erect nipples. She became even more excited when Seven moaned her pleasure into her mouth. Slender hands began to run up and down Kathryn’s back before creeping to the edge of her shirt. A gentle tug made them part while Seven peeled off Kathryn’s shirt.
The sight of the captain’s breasts made the blonde’s head spin. She reached out and traced one finger over a rapidly hardening nipple, the throaty gasp of the older woman filling her ears. Feeling bolder, she encircled the breasts with both hands and began to knead.
With a groan, Kathryn kissed the lips before her once more. Her mouth traveled to the chin before dipping down to her throat, tonguing the sweet flesh. Her hands curled around the shoulders and pressed. Soon, the lovely Borg lay on her back. Her knees parted, and Kathryn knelt between them, trailing sloppy kisses along the metal and flesh, then upwards. She traced her tongue underneath one breast, making wet circles. She could feel a throbbing pulse beneath the flesh and swirled her tongue about, teasingly, purposely avoiding the nipple.
Seven began to whimper with aching need. Her hands left the captain’s breasts and went to the head. When the insistent mouth closed over her nipple, the sudden erotic sensation flooded throughout her body. She let out a strangled cry and sharply arched upwards.
The sudden motion bucked Kathryn right off sent her tumbling off the couch. She hit the floor with a “Whuuupp!” The next thing she saw was a naked Seven hovering over her.
“Captain, are you all right? I am Sorry! I did not mean to…”
Kathryn sat up, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’m fine, Seven. Maybe we ought to move to the bedroom.” She reached up and caressed the younger woman’s cheek. “It’s all right, darling. These things happen. She pressed a kiss on a Borg-enhanced hand before standing. They stood there for a moment, exchanging appreciative glances. Then a mischievous gleam came into Kathryn’s eye. “Race you there.” Seeing the bemused expression on the blond Borg’s face, she took advantage and smacked Seven’s bottom before bolting towards the bedroom. When she was a metre’s distance from the double bed, she felt powerful arms encircle her waist from behind, stopping her cold. She then felt warm lips press against her ear.
“That was not very nice, Kathryn.”
“I figure we’re even after you so unceremoniously tossed me off. All right, you’ve got me. Shall we pick up where we left off, then?”
“Very well.”
Kathryn twisted around to plant another kiss on those luscious lips. Seven succumbed to the hungry mouth locked on hers, and let herself be pushed onto the bed. She plunked down on the edge and parted her legs to let Kathryn move in closer. Her hands went again to the breasts before her and she leaned forward to touch her lips to the valley between.
Kathryn moaned at the contact. Her hands cradled the blonde head and peered down at the lovely features. She traced a thumb over the metal encircling the left eye. It had been far too long since someone had touched her like this. She felt the roar of blood pounding in her head and her entire body began to quiver in anticipation. “Lie down,” she demanded.
Seven complied wordlessly, moving back before laying on her back with one leg drawn up. Her electric blue eyes shone as they bore into that of her captain’s.
Drinking in the sight of that naked body with its perfect breasts, rippling muscles and that inviting pink opening, Kathryn tore off the rest of her clothes and climbed on board. They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing with increasing frenzy. Kathryn positioned her self on top and began to run her hands all over the willing body. She planted a kiss on the lips, lingering there, before making her journey downwards. Her lips found the throat and kissed there, noting idly that scent was subtle, soft. The feel of naked flesh pressed together flooded her brain. She stretched, and her knee slipped between lanky legs and rubbed against a soft mound. She moved up and down, feeling the body move beneath her and pressing urgently against her knee. Her hands pawed at perky breasts, kneading. Her mouth found the nipple once more. She didn’t get thrown off this time. The taste was delicate, maybe even sweet. She trailed her lips across to the other nipple and sucked. She couldn’t get enough, and went back and forth, loving every inch.
Seven arched her back and whimpered. She wavered between keeping herself in control and losing herself in the sensations flooding her body. The latter was happening She clutched at the auburn head that hovered over her breasts. She became aware of the firm leg pressed against the wetness at the apex of her legs, and she arched upwards, silently begging to be touched and stroked more and more. She pushed down on the head above her.
Getting the hint, Kathryn reluctantly left the breasts, and trailed her tongue downward. She came to the metal bands criss-crossing Seven’s abdomen and began to lick at them, drawing gasps and moans form the young blonde. Encouraged by this response, she stroked harder, the stinging metallic taste filling her senses. When she reached the soft pubic hair, her hands came up to tangle in it. With her fingers, she opened up the glistening pink lips, relishing the clean scent. She stroked the twitching bundle of nerves and planted a kiss. She smirked when Seven began to moan loudly. “Can I trust you not to squash my head?” she asked.
“I will try not to…but I can make no promises.”
*Squirt*
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Computer.
Bop-booooop.
Skip ahead to the Smiths’ file: Still Ill.
Brooo bop broo.
Hey, no one told me that Morrissey was still alive in the 24th Century. Actually, the smooth baritone singing along with the song sans vocals belonged to one Harry Kim. He had just gotten up from his disco nap and was now in the sonic shower singing. He had to get ready to take the bridge at the beginning of the gamma shift.
The night before had been nothing less than wild. When he’d showed those files to B’Elanna, Tom, Chakotay, and Neelix, he knew he had scored big. Hey, the Captain told him to do with them what he would, and then the Commander had ordered him to show them.
Well, gee. What is an ensign to do?
Still crooning, he strode out of the bathroom naked and clean. From a table he got his carefully folded uniform and began to put it on. He wondered how he couldn’t have been into the Smiths before. It was only after flipping through the music files one boring day and discovering a song called, “Hand in Glove” that he instantly fell in love. Then he discovered also that when he sang along, he sounded just like Morrissey.
The clarinet can wait. Baby’s gotta sing…
Man, if Tom had any idea about this, he’d have a field day. “Haaarrrrryyyyyyy, why don’t you sing for us? You sound so pretty, it’s so pretty…pret-ty, pret-ty, preeee-ty. Pret-ty, pret-ty, preeee-ty.” I’m sorry. I love the guy, but he could be such a pain in the ass. I hope B’Elanna’s enjoying the files I gave her. Lord knows she’s had a major crush on the Captain since God knows when. Speaking of the good captain, I wonder how her hot date with Seven’s going…?
He peered at the mirror, straightening his uniform. He put on his one pip as a final touch. For a moment there, he was Morrissey, and began to dance in front of the mirror, slowly gyrating his hips and raising his hands above his head and swaying back and forth like the World’s Biggest Queen.
And in the last eight bars, with Johnny’s Marr’s rough guitar, Harry boogied to the beat and ended with a sharp twist of his shoulders. You know, maybe I should form a band…
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Computer.
Bop-booooop.
Back to the Smiths’ file: Strangeways, here we come. Pick up at I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish.
Brooo bop broo.
“Have you lost your MIND?!?”
For the second time in twenty-four hours, the EMH had to yell at someone. It was getting damn near 2300 hours, and DAMNED if he was going to do what he was just asked.
If the doctor had been flesh and blood, his bald head would have been bright red and a vein at his temple would have pulsed dangerously. In the meantime, he settled for being absolutely pissy. “Lieutenant, you have no idea what you are asking. The neural devices embedded in your spines while you in the Holodeck wiped your memories, and with good reason. What you people went through…” he trailed off, disturbed by the memory. “Please tell me WHY you, of all people, would want to remember all of this.”
“I don’t want to remember being slashed to pieces,” She handed him the padds. “It’s what happened in between I want to remember. Come on, Doc. You’ve worked on my memories before, why can’t you now?”
He scanned the padds with a frown. Then his eyes grew wider and wider when he found out what the in between stuff actually was. “You can’t be serious! You want memories of having sex with the Captain? Do you have any idea how unethical that is? Young lady, if this were to come out, you could very well find yourself facing a court-mar-”
“I DON’T CARE!” B’Elanna roared. “They are MY memories. They’re a part of me. Maybe I can’t access them right now, but they’re MINE! Who are you to say whether or not I can have them?” She turned away, folding her arms over her chest, shoulders heaving.
The Doctor shut up for one moment and regarded the young woman. He looked at the padds again and winced. “All right, you’ve proved that point. However, moral issues aside, there is one thing…what would Mister Paris think?”
She whirled on him then, her Klingon nature rearing its ugly head. “I don’t give a good Goddamn what he thinks, seeing that he’s fucking cheating on me with whatever holographic WHORE he programs and thinks I don’t know! Don’t get me wrong. I love Tom…but sometimes…sometimes, I need something else to make me complete, you know? He’s always forgetting our dates, and spending time in the Holodeck when he could be spending it with me.. At least with this…I could have something without having to depend on him, you know?”
Well, at least she didn’t threaten to decompile him…
With a heavy sigh, The Doctor made a decision that he knew damn well he was gonna regret…