STAR TREK: VOYAGER
What Comes After… Part
3.5
An Original J/7 Voyager Spinoff
Ó2007 by Patricia L.
Givens
December 2007
Disclaimer #1: This
story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star
Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the
characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. I have borrowed them for the purpose of
creating this scenario and promise to return them unscathed, and smiling, as
soon as I am done. No gain, monetary or
otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended
or should be inferred.
Disclaimer #2: All
original characters and storylines contained herein belong to the author. (Like
anyone else would claim them! J
) This story may be archived upon
request with the stipulation that it must be posted exactly as it was written,
with all disclaimers intact.
Disclaimer #3: This
story does depict a romantic relationship between two women. Some scenes may be graphic but they are
lovingly so. If this disturbs you then please
tell me what the hell you’re doing on this web site in the first place?!? Do I come trolling through your donkey/midget
forbidden love websites looking for trouble? No! So beat it! (Wait!! That is probably the wrong terminology to
use!!) If you are under 18 then please,
please, PLEASE stop using the word ‘Whatever’!
It REALLY grates on my last nerve.
If this is illegal where you are, then I think it’s time to sell the
farm to your cousin (also known as your brother in law) and move on out to
Who To Blame: Thanks must go out to
Ky, for trying to show me Bad Girls clips with her web cam. As well as to Andrea for beta’ing my stories
and Anne for test driving them with the Team Duracell.
A
Word Of Explanation: A
Very Special Woman was so long that I ended up having to truncate some parts
that I ordinarily would not have. One of
those parts was, regrettably, the first night shared between Phoebe and Celes. So I thought I would go back and write a
little addendum to the story because I just can’t resist. Please bear with me.
This one is dedicated to everyone that likes to listen to
the flip side of the 45. And if you
don’t know what that means then you are either too young or I am too old and I
don’t really want to know which.
No sables lost their lives during the writing of this
story. However, several did voluntarily
allow themselves to be shaved!!
To all that makes us unique!
DAx =/\=
Pulp Cover by cygirl1!!
“Painting
is poetry that is seen rather than felt,
and
poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen”
- Leonardo da
Vinci
Phoebe
Janeway sighed and stretched, her eyes opening slowly as the deliciously warm
weight lying on top of her shifted. Glancing
down, she took in the delicate features of Tal Celes, the Bajoran woman she had
found herself unexpectedly falling in love with over the last six weeks. Celes’ face rested pleasantly in the valley
between her breasts, one corner of her mouth pressed softly against her skin. The deep, chocolate brown eyes were closed
and her breath was moving evenly through her cute little upturned nose, letting
Phoebe know that she hadn’t woken her with her movements.
Studying
the smaller woman’s features intently, her thoughts revisited the sensations
she had experienced at the Bajoran’s fingertips a short while earlier and she
felt desire, like liquid heat, course through her entire body.
Swallowing,
she brushed red, curly locks away from the smaller woman’s cheek, tucking them
behind her ear so that the view of her face was completely unobstructed.
With the
most feather-like of touches, Phoebe traced her fingertips across the ridges at
the top of the Bajoran’s nose. For some
reason she found herself fascinated by them.
Then she continued down and over her cheek, around the line of her jaw
and finally down her neck where her fingers paused against the pulse beating
strongly beneath her skin. She remained
in that spot for several long seconds, counting Celes’ heartbeats and comparing
them with her own before her hand moved on to draw light circles across the
pale shoulder and back that were easily accessible.
When her
gentle caresses reached the small dip before the swell of Celes’ hips began,
she heard the smaller woman breath in sharply.
“You’re
awake!” Phoebe accused, pulling her hand
away. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Celes
laughed. “Because I thought you might
stop what you were doing. And I was
right, see?”
The artist
growled playfully and rolled Celes onto her back, covering her body with own
lankier form. The feel of soft skin
pressed firmly against her own [,] set her
heart to pounding wildly and she lowered her head, capturing the Bajoran’s lips
fiercely, her tongue sliding into the welcoming recesses to play wetly. She felt Celes’ fingers tangle into her hair,
the gentle tugging causing a slight tremor of pain that only seemed to sharpen
the edge of her passion.
It was
several long minutes before Phoebe finally pulled away, breathless and panting,
to lie on her side, her right hand splayed across the smoothly muscled expanse
of the Bajoran’s abdomen.
“Touch me
again.” Celes whispered. “Like you were doing before. Please.”
Smiling,
Phoebe placed the tips of her fingers so that they were barely making contact
with the tender skin on the underside of Celes’ breast. Slowly, she dragged them in circles around
the swell, getting closer and closer to the nipple. When she was so close the Bajoran could feel
the tremor of them passing, Phoebe moved her hand away, sliding over to her
other breast to offer it the same treatment.
“Phoebe…” Celes groaned through clenched teeth.
“Shhh.”
Changing
direction, Phoebe slid her hand down the Bajoran’s stomach, her fingertips
lightly tracing the outline of the abdominal muscles that were clearly defined
beneath the smooth, creamy skin. She
swirled once… twice… and then a third time around her naval before sliding
lower, turning her hand so that the backs of her fingers raked through the
darker curls at the apex of Celes’ thighs.
“Spread
your legs for me.” She whispered
breathlessly, earning a small whimper from the Bajoran who obeyed immediately.
Continuing
her exploration, she trailed her fingers down the inside of one thigh all the
way past the knee before starting up the other side.
“You know…
one of my professors in Art Theory had a huge collection of what he called
‘junk art memorabilia’.” Her voice was
low, husky, making Celes tremble just from the timber of her words. “It consisted of everything from paint by
number sets to coloring books. I
remember there was one piece he had that always kind of fascinated me. It was this huge poster of an unfinished
toucan in a jungle scene that came with these multicolored felt tip pens you
were supposed to use to color it in. But
the interesting part was that the entire poster, everywhere you weren’t
supposed to color anything, was covered in velvet. Black velvet.
I was still fairly young at the time and I asked my professor what the
purpose of the velvet was.” Phoebe
looked thoughtful. “He said it was to
add a tactile element to the artwork… to include one more sense in the creation
of art.”
Phoebe sat
back and looked at the other woman thoughtfully. Then she leaned over her side
of the bed and rummaged around for something.
“What are
you doing?” Celes craned her neck trying
to see.
“Close your
eyes.” Phoebe sat back up, holding
something behind her back.
The Bajoran
looked at her warily.
“Trust me.”
Nodding,
Celes lay back against her pillow and took a deep breath as she shut her
eyes. She felt Phoebe move closer and
take both of her arms, moving them so that they were positioned over her head.
“Keep your
arms up.” The artist whispered.
“Yes
Ma’am!” The Bajoran answered playfully then
her mouth went slack as she felt the most exquisite sensation against her
skin. “Oh…”
It started
at the tip of her chin and then traveled down her neck where it swirled for
several moments across the sensitive skin of her clavicle. Then it continued it’s way down to her
chest. Her body began to shake as
whatever it was softly rasped around her left breast, circling closer to the
nipple. This time she was not
disappointed however. The teasing touch brushed across it, stiffening it to the
point where the need to be touched was an almost painful ache.
The touch
moved on to her other breast which received the same treatment, before it slid
slowly down her stomach, leaving a tingling trail of sensation in its
wake.
Then it was
on her thighs, a tickling, arousing feeling unlike anything she had ever
experienced and she wanted to cry out in frustration for Phoebe to take her
right then but she reined herself in, trying to hold on to her passion as long
as she could.
As the
touch slid up the inside of her other thigh, it hesitated for a moment… and
then gently dipped into the well of moisture between her legs, finding the
swollen ridge of nerves to brush across it easily.
Celes’ eyes
shot open and a gasp tore from her lips as the moisture was drawn up across her
belly. “You’re painting me!”
Phoebe
laughed and held up a fat, pointed sable paintbrush. “Softest one they make. Now lay back.”
She
continued to paint a trail across the smaller woman’s body, returning often to
her ‘ink well’ as she spread the moisture across her breasts, then up her
neck. Finally, she dipped the brush one
last time and painted the essence thickly across the Bajoran’s lips.
Tossing the
brush aside, she kissed the Bajoran passionately, reveling in the taste of her
as passion exploded inside of her. She
felt Celes bring her arms down and captured both of her wrists in one hand,
pushing them back over her head.
“Behave.” She raised one
eyebrow. “I want to play.”
Celes’
heart was pounding so hard within her chest that she thought it would
burst. Swallowing against the dryness of
her throat, she nodded.
Following
the trail she had just painted, Phoebe slid slowly down the smaller woman’s
body, carefully licking away every trace of the essence the brush had left
behind. Her tongue and teeth took
special care of Celes’ nipples, teasing them to hard points of flesh, pulling
whimpers of tortured ecstasy from the woman beneath her.
Then her
tongue slid down across the smooth expanse of stomach, dipping briefly into her
belly button before resting her cheek against the thatch of hair between her
legs. She felt Celes’ hips start to
move, felt her body shift and whispered, “Keep your hands where they are.”
Celes
growled in response but did as she was told.
Smiling to
herself, Phoebe nuzzled into the folds between the Bajoran’s legs, her long
fingers crawling up Celes’ stomach to close on her nipples as her tongue found
a ridge of flesh that made the smaller woman cry out softly.
The artists
lost herself in the scent and the taste of her lover. It was unlike anything she had ever known,
sweet yet salty with a consistency like thin honey and a scent like the fields
after it rained. She reveled in the slowly
escalating sounds of pleasure coming from the woman above her as she flicked
her tongue over the rough surface. Then
she hit one particular spot, a smooth area to one side and Celes cried out
loudly as her hands came down to tangle roughly into Phoebe’s hair.
Smiling,
Phoebe suckled the spot hard, pulling it into her mouth before flicking it
repeatedly with her tongue, gratified when the Bajoran’s hips lifted off the
bed and a low wail began to emanate from her that increased in volume as she
continued her ministrations.
“Prophets,
Phoebe…” Celes panted. “OH…”
Pulling one
hand down Phoebe entered her quickly, curling her fingers to find the same spot
she had earlier. When Celes’ cries told
her she had it, she matched the tempo of her mouth and fingers and was rewarded
as the Bajoran’s body began to shake uncontrollably.
“Oh…Phoebe…Phoe…yes…yes….YES!!!” The last word could not be described as
anything less than a scream and the artist slid up Celes’ body quickly to clamp
a gentle hand over her mouth.
“Shhhh.” She whispered, laughing. “You’re going to wake up the whole house!”
Celes
pulled her hand away so she could breath deeply through her mouth as tremors
still coursed through her body. “No,”
She panted. “I believe you would be at
fault for waking up the whole house!”
Phoebe
laughed and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Are you
kidding?” She shook her head. “Where did you learn to do that anyway?”
“Seven.”
Celes sat
bolt upright, her eyebrows knitting together as she frowned. “What?”
“No,
no!” Phoebe laughed. “Not like that. Seven told me to do some research. I did and I guess it paid off.”
“I’d say it
did.” The Bajoran cuddled back into her
embrace.
“You’ve got
quite the green-eyed monster going on there.”
“You don’t
get jealous?”
Phoebe was
thoughtful for a moment. “I never
have. But then, I can’t really say that
I ever cared enough about someone to get jealous. How sad is that?”
“Not
yet.”
“Not
yet.” She agreed with a smile. “Not until now…”
