STAR TREK: VOYAGER
An Original J/7 Voyager Story
Ó2008 by Patricia L.
Givens
Happy Birthday Duck – May 2008
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. If this bothers you then you obviously
haven’t been paying attention to any of my other disclaimers so I give up! You
never appreciated me anyway!! I’m
leaving and I’m taking the cat with me! (Cough, cough…ahem…) If you are under
18 then I suggest becoming an art major.
It will really impress the college girls and your parents will be pissed
that they have to pay for it. If this is
illegal where you live then just hide it inside your bible…no one important will
find it there….
Disclaimer
#4: I
took this one… a tiny bit further than I normally do. I don’t think it will upset anyone. But hell, that’s the way it wanted to be
written, so that’s the way I wrote it.
Who To Blame: Thanks to Ky for
filling my head with subtext for an entirely new show, none of which I could
actually find but I guess we all have our own private smut reels going on in
our heads. Thanks also to the VC for
giving me a home! And finally, thanks to Jeanette Winterson, for her wonderful quote.
This one is dedicated to Zoey, for making my world a little
bit brighter. Happy Birthday, hon! May all my…uh…I mean YOUR dreams come true…
Uber…a first for me… At least till CJ comes out. This is set in my own little military
world. Forgive my gaffs. (Is there
really a
No uniforms were harmed during the writing of this story,
however the question did arise: Did it
look better on her, or on the floor?
To all that makes us unique!
DAx =/\=
When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids;
when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.
-Unknown
The halls
inside of Wellington O.C.S. were quiet as Nika Hansen slipped out early from
her last class and headed to the mail room. The Chief Master Sergeant who was in charge
had seen her leave but did nothing to stop her.
She was an Airman First Class and at the top of the advance placement
list. It was a long standing custom in the military that rank did have its privileges. Besides, it was Friday.
The mail
room was empty when she arrived and she went directly to the counter without
taking a number, smiling brightly at Harry Kim, the young A.B. who seemed to
pull a lot of duty shifts there. His face
lit up when he saw her and Nika sighed.
He had carried a not so secret crush on her for the past three years,
one that had never dimmed, not even when she had gently informed him that he was not remotely her type. She tried not to call
on their friendship too often, to avoid the obvious problems.
But today
was special.
“You got
anything for me, Harry?”
He leaned
on the counter, lowering his voice. “You
know mail call isn’t for another two hours, Airmen.” He winked at her. “But… considering that it’s your birthday, I
suppose I could bend the rules a little.”
He reached into one of the hundreds of small mail cubicles in the
shelving system behind him and drew out a slim white envelope, holding it out
towards her as he flipped it between his fingers. “I believe this is what you’ve been waiting
on?”
Nika
snatched the letter from his hand; her eyes going immediately to the upper left
hand corner were a simple stamp read ‘A.F.C.S.’. The only other thing on the envelope was her
name, which had been handwritten. A huge
smile broke out across her face and she jumped up on the counter to plant a
soft kiss on Harry’s cheek.
“Communication
Services?” He looked confused. “You’re getting that excited about a letter
from C.S.?”
She bit her
bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Not
exactly. Thanks Harry!” She rushed from the mail room and down the
hall to a small alcove somewhat hidden from view. There was a window there that overlooked the
experimental craft hangars and a small bench where she had wiled away a good
number of her lunch hours watching the aircraft take off and land. It was her hiding spot on base, and her very
favorite place to be, outside of the hangars themselves.
With
trembling hands, she ripped open the top of the envelope and pulled out the
single sheet of paper from inside.
Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths as she unfolded it,
willing her heart rate to slow down.
When she
felt more in control, Nika opened her eyes, focusing them on the first line
that appeared below her name.
‘Your
application has been approved-‘
That was as
far as she got before a soft weight collided with her from behind. She squeaked as she tumbled onto the bench
with a warm female body landing on top of her.
“GOTCHA!”
Nika
laughed up at the smiling face of her best friend, Jayna Stewart. Jayna was five feet tall and weighed a
hundred pounds soaking wet, but she had curves in all the right places, thick
brown hair and gorgeous green eyes that kept the base boys jumping. “Get
off of me you Neanderthal!’
“Uh
uh!” The shorter woman straddled her
hips and began trying to grab for the letter.
“Not till you let me see it.
That’s it isn’t it? Gimme!”
“Jayna!” She couldn’t stop laughing. “You know how the C.M.S. feels about
horseplay. Not to mention the fact that
you’re probably turning on half the enlisted men on base. Stand down Airmen!”
“Nope!” The smaller woman finally wrestled the letter
away. “You’ve got too good a hiding spot here Nika. Anyone who wants to get turned on is going to
have to come a lot closer.” She read the
paper quickly, her face becoming more solemn as she slid off of Hansen to sit
next to her on the bench. “So… You did it.”
“Yes!” Nika took the rumpled paper back and finished
reading it for herself.
“That’s…” Jayna swallowed. “That’s great, Nik.”
The blonde
wrapped her up in a hug. “Come on,
Jay! It’s not like that much is going to
change. I’ll still be on base.”
“Yeah,” Her
friend snorted. “All the way on the
other side of it with fences between us I won’t be able to get through until
I’m forty.”
“But we’ll
still have every weekend…”
“Until you
meet some nice, handsome civilian contractor and move into his house with the
dog and the two point four kids.”
Nika smiled
sarcastically. “I can pretty much assure
you that is not going to
happen.” When Jay looked at her oddly
she cleared her throat. “I’m more
interested in my career than a relationship.
I don’t see that changing any time soon.”
Jayna
slowly nodded, plastering a bright smile on her face. “Enough of that maudlin shit anyway! It’s the BIG day! It’s your birthday, get crazy, get your
groove on!” She stood and pulled Nika to
her feet, spinning her in a circle as she bumped against her with her
hips. “Time for drinking and dancing!”
“Oh, I
don’t know, Jay.” She grabbed her friend
by the arms to hold her still. “I don’t
think that’s such a good idea. Not
around here.”
Jay scowled
at her. “Would I let you down? Would I take you to some dive where you’d be
pawed at like a piece of meat? No! I found a great place for us to drink and
dance in peace.” She laughed at Nika’s
skeptical look. “I swear, on my honor,
that no drunk jerk-offs are going to bother us tonight. You trust me, right?”
Nika
nodded. “Always.”
“All right
then. You go get ready. I’m going to collect Torres from K.P. and
we’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“
“She told
her Sergeant that she was gay and since the military looks at homosexuality as
a disease, she was banging out sick.”
Nika’s eyes
went wide. “You’re joking!”
“Nope!” Jay giggled.
“Stupidest thing she’s ever tried.
Everyone knows that girl is a
ho for a man in uniform! Now go get
ready!”
“Jesus!” She laughed.
“Ok, ok! What should I wear?”
Jay cocked
her head to one side as she let her eyes travel from the top of Nika’s head to
the tips of her polished combat boots. “Wear
the uniform.”
Hansen
raised one eyebrow.
“Trust me,”
She assured her. “Where we’re going,
it’ll get you more drinks than you can handle!”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Nika sat
quietly in the back seat of Jay’s Ford Escort, watching as the
interstate they had exited from turned into a little two lane road, lined on
both sides by tall trees and few driveways.
They had been driving for the better part of an hour with KT Tunstall
blaring on the radio and
After
another ten minutes she finally shook her head.
“Jay, where the hell are you taking us?
I don’t think drinking with the hicks in the sticks is going to be any
safer than with the jimmies on base!”
“Just
relax, we’re almost there.” A moment
later she pulled the car off the road onto a smoothly paved blacktop that
stretched a quarter of a mile back into the trees. At the end of the road there was a small,
sturdy looking building. The brightly
lit parking lot surrounding it was full of cars, but it was strangely quiet
when they stepped out into the cool night air.
There were no signs, no neon, no loud boisterous music. In fact the only sound came from a female
rent-a-cop that eyed them for a moment before continuing on her way towards the
far end of the lot.
“Are you
sure we’re in the right place?”
“Oh yeah,”
Jay smiled wickedly. “This is it.”
Wide wooden
stairs led up the front of the building to a door painted deep lavender. Nika stared at it for a moment, thinking it
seemed rather out of place with the rest of the gray, nondescript
building. There was a sign posted next
to it that read: No One Under 21 Admitted.
“I guess
this is a bar.” Nika mumbled under her
breath and pulled the door open.
Immediately, the night was filled by the soulful sound of a twanging
guitar and the low, unmistakable tones of Melissa Etheridge belting out “Lover
Please” from the jukebox. As her eyes
adjusted to the darkness, she took in the tables filled with women, most of
whom gave the newcomers a quick once over before turning their attention back
to their beer.
Hiding her
smile behind her hand she turned to Jay.
“You brought us to a gay bar?”
“Sure
did.” The shorter woman grinned. “What better place is there to drink in
peace?”
“Peace?”
“What if
one of them hits on you?” Jay
smirked. “Just tell them you prefer dick
and you’ll be fine, Bell. They aren’t
going to pounce on you.” She turned back
to Nika. “Look, it’s your birthday and I
wanted to have some fun. I thought it
would be cool to check this place out, but if it really bothers you…”
“No!” She raised her hand. “Doesn’t bother me in the least.”
Jay gave
her a long look and then shook her head as though to clear it. “Ok then, let’s
get wasted!”
Three hours
later Nika slapped a fiver on the counter and smiled at the bartender when she
brought over another pitcher. She was
cute, about five foot ten with spiky blonde hair, and she had been giving
The bartender
smiled ruefully. “Pity.”
Tell me about it. She laughed to herself.
She had always found
The rest of
her being a body that was hard from daily calisthenics, muscles strong and
sinewy from the swimming required for the post she was working towards in Air
Rescue. It would eventually require a
transfer to the Coast Guard, however, and then
Having
friends at
“She hit on
you?”
“Actually,”
Hansen teased. “She asked me for your phone number.”
The dark
skinned woman paled. “You didn’t…”
“Don’t
worry. I told her if your roommate answered just to say it was a booty call.”
As she
filled her friend’s glass, a flash of light from the corner caught her
eye. She watched as the flash came
again; it was a strike wheel on a lighter.
Finally the flame sprang up and she saw deep gray-blue eyes lock onto
hers. One eyebrow arched up as perfect
red lips twitched into the hint of a smile.
She could make out thick auburn hair and small perfect breasts, then the
flame went out and the corner was once again dark, all except for a small
glowing ember at its center.
“Nik! What are you doing?”
She started
violently at the sound of Bell’s voice.
Glancing down, she saw beer covering the top of the table where it had
run over the edge of the glass. “I’m…I’m
sorry!” She laughed nervously. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Obviously!”
“Nothing.” Nika quickly ran to the bar and grabbed a
towel. She mopped up the mess and then
slumped into her seat, drinking deeply from her glass. Her pulse was racing and the hair at the back
of her neck was still standing straight up.
To make matters worse she was sure that the other two women at the table would be able to hear the pounding of her heart. What the hell
is going on?
She glanced
up to find Jay staring at her. “What?”
The Airmen's
eyes narrowed slightly, then she shrugged and looked around the bar. “Dance with me?”
Nika
blinked. “To this?”
“Why
not?”
She quirked
her lips. “All right, I get to lead
though.”
The song
playing was ‘Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover’ and Nika was slightly bemused when Jay
moved in close and slid her hands onto her hips. Their bodies pressed tightly together and she
found herself hooking her fingers in the belt loops of Jay’s blue jeans as they
began to move. For a moment, everything
was perfect, and she closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of Jay’s
skin and hair. If they didn’t break the
silence, she could pretend it wasn’t Jay.
Pretend that it was someone else.
Someone warm and eager in her arms, someone with soft skin and gentle
fingers… red hair… perfect lips… Lips
kissing her deeply before trailing down her chin, licking lightly at her pulse
point before biting down gently…
…like they
were doing right now?
“Whoa!” She stepped back quickly, pushing the smaller
woman away from her. “Jay?”
Her friend
blinked in confusion. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, looking horrified. “I don’t know why I did that.”
Nika took a
deep breath and closed her eyes as her friend’s slurred speech finally
registered. “I do. You’re drunk, hon. I believe the correct term would be ‘three
sheets to the wind’. Come on. We need to get you home.”
She helped
Jay back to the table where
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” She reached into the pocket of Jay’s pants
and carefully fished out her car keys.
Turning to the bar, she called out, “Can you call us a cab?”
The
bartender smiled. “It’s waiting
outside. I called ‘em when you started
dancing!”
Nika
laughed. “Thanks!’
She steered
her two friends out the door and down the steps, helping
“Of
course. But what about you?”
“I’ll drive
the Ford back. I don’t want to leave it
all the way out here. That could cause a
lot of questions.”
“No
kidding.”
“Yeah, I
didn’t drink a tenth of what you two did.
I’ll be fine.”
“All right
then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Nika
watched the cab pull away and then headed for Jay’s car. She was halfway there when she realized she
had left her jacket inside. “Damn
it.” Turning on her heal, she headed
back to the bar.
As soon as
she walked through the door she felt the eyes on her. The same ones she had seen earlier, tucked into
the shadowy corner; the same ones that had made her heart practically pound its
way out of her chest.
She stopped
at their table and picked up her jacket, twisting it in her hands as she tried
to fight off the desire that was rising inside of her. Finally, growling in frustration, she strode
across the bar to stand in front of the other woman’s table. “Hi.”
From inside the shadows she could see much better and watched in
fascination as the piercing gray-blue gaze traveled down her body. It never stopped or even faltered, but
somehow, it still made her feel completely naked. With her blood thundering in her ears so
loudly she could hardly hear herself speak she asked, “Can I join you?”
The voice
that answered her was like nothing she had ever heard before; deep and
graveled, tinged with both ice and fire, filling her with a liquid heat that
took her breath away.
“This table
has an age requirement.”
Nika
flushed. “I know who you are. You’re Captain Janeway. I’d recognize you anywhere, even in civvies.”
The older
woman’s head came up quickly, her eyes narrowing as she studied the woman
before her. “And I know what you are.” She pressed her lips together in a thin frown
as she stared at the chevron with its twin stripes and silver star. “You’re an A.F.C.” She nodded at the small insignia attached to
her collar. “And an officer candidate,
as well.”
“For the
moment. My name is Annika Hansen.” She gestured to the empty chair at the
table. “May I?”
“Do I have
a choice?”
The blonde
sighed as she slid into her seat. “Look,
I didn’t come over here to bust your balls, so do me a favor and stop trying to
bust mine.”
The Captain
bristled at her tone but, considering where they were, thought better of making
an issue of it. “Why did you come over
here?”
“I saw you
watching me.” She shrugged. “I figured you recognized me and you might be
a little upset about it. I wanted you to
know that you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Worry?” Janeway snorted. “In case you didn’t notice, you’re in the
same lesbian bar that I am. Making
trouble for me means a whole lot of trouble for you too.”
“But that’s
my point. I don’t want to make any
trouble for you. I just… I don’t know.
I guess I just wanted you to know that.”
“And your
friends?”
Nika
laughed. “Those guys were so drunk I
doubt they’ll even remember seeing me tonight.
Neither of them even noticed you.”
The Captain
relaxed slightly, her quick gray eyes assessing the cadet before her as though
she were standing at inspection. “I know
those girls. And I know the boys they run with.
What are you doing here?”
“It’s my
birthday.” She blushed slightly. “Jayna wanted to take me out and get me drunk
and well, to be honest, the bars near the base aren’t exactly safe for a group
of young women to get tanked in.”
Janeway
nodded. She had heard the stories of
young female cadets that had consumed too much alcohol and ended up suffering
at the hands of some of the more unscrupulous males that tended to frequent the
base’s watering holes. The military
judicial system was flooded with complaints of inappropriate behavior… and
worse. “So you thought you’d come where
you’d be safe? Surrounded by women?”
“Something
like that.”
“Did it never
occur to you that there are predatory lesbians out there too? Some who might not be too picky about the
state their prey is in when they take them home?”
“I didn’t
drink that much. Someone had to stay
sober.”
“Ahh.” She quirked one eyebrow. “An overdeveloped sense of honor I see.”
“No, I’m
just a realist. I know how much trouble
we could all get into for being here. ‘Don’t
ask, don’t tell’ doesn’t leave a lot of wiggle room.” She ran her fingers through her thick blonde
hair then waved to the bartender who nodded and brought her another beer.
Janeway
watched her sip the amber liquid, taking in the flawless complexion and bright
blue eyes. She had to admit, the woman
was stunning. If she hadn’t been a
cadet, her reaction when she approached the table might have been completely
different. “Well, thank you for
assuaging my apprehension. Now if you
will excuse me...” She slid her chair
back and picked up her jacket.
“Wait!” Nika reached out and grabbed her arm. “Please… have a drink with me.”
She felt
her heart thud in her chest at the touch.
“Why?”
The younger
woman shrugged, her face turning bright pink as stammered, “Because it’s my
birthday?”
The Captain
slowly sat back down. “I don’t make a
habit of drinking with my subordinates.”
“I’m not
your subordinate.” Nika released her and
reached for her beer.
“You’re
O.C.S.; technically that makes me your superior officer.”
“Maybe for
the next couple of days. I don’t intend
to stay military.”
“Then why
did you join up in the first place?”
“Because I
grew up in the foster system.” Nika
studied her beer intently. “There wasn’t
a lot of opportunity or money there to better myself. The Air Force offered me early admittance
based on my aptitude scores, paid for four years of college and dumped me out
in Officer Candidate School. Now that
I’m old enough, I’m transferring to civilian service.
Janeway’s
brow furrowed. “Civilian service at
“I
do.” Smugness crept into her
features. “I’m being optioned for
Advanced Propulsion Theory.”
The older
woman’s jaw dropped slightly.
“A.P.T.? You’re a little young
for that, aren’t you?”
Nika
laughed. “All it really takes is desire,
ability and tenacity; three qualities that I seem to have in abundance. Besides, that’s one good thing about our
countries armed services. Sex and age
don’t matter if what you bring to the table is worth something. “She ran her finger around the edge of her
glass. “That’s how I knew you. Your skills as a pilot are legendary.”
“Flattery
will get you no where.” She smiled
before she could stop herself. What the hell am I doing? Am I really flirting here?
The blonde
returned the smile openly, causing the Captain’s pulse to quicken. What she said next sent her heart thudding
into overdrive.
“I fully
intend to put something fast and mean between your legs, Captain.”
Janeway
swallowed. “Do you?” She took a long drink. “And what might that be?”
“An
experimental bird.” Her eyes flashed
fire. “A new single-seat stealth jet
called Voyager.”
She studied
her closely for a moment before dropping her voice an octave. “Really?
Something you designed?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a
projected test date for this ‘fast and mean’ flyer?”
Nika sat
back in her chair, trying to control the excitement that ran through her body
as the Captain’s tenor changed. She took
a deep breath. “It’s only in the concept
stage at the moment. But when it hits
the pad, there is no question as to who they’ll ask to pilot it.”
“Should you
be telling me this?”
“No.”
“Then why
are you?”
“I…” The
younger woman looked down as she bit her lower lip. “I wanted you to talk to me.”
“Why?”
“You
fascinate me.”
Janeway
laughed.
“No, I’m
serious. You are a strong, independent
woman who not only plays on a field typically owned by the boys club, you also
dominate it.”
“And that’s
attractive to you?”
“Yes.”
The Captain
knew she should get up and leave; that she should go back to her bunk and
forget this interlude ever happened but she couldn’t seem to make herself do
it. “In what way?”
Nika stared
directly into her eyes. “In every way.”
Janeway
blinked. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
She laughed
before she could stop herself. “Do you
know how old I am? Old enough to be your
mother.”
Nika wasn’t
laughing. “Maybe. All I know is… I’ve certainly never felt this
way about my mother.”
“What way?”
The younger
woman reached out and took her hand, pulling it close to lay it against her
chest where Janeway could feel the erratic beating of her heart. “It’s been doing that ever since I saw you
from across the room.” She loosened her
grip, gratified when the Captain did not immediately pull her arm back. “I’ve made it through a year of basic and
three years at
“Have you
ever…”
“Been with
a woman?” Nika finished for her. “No.” She saw the Captain’s features begin to close
and hurried on. “But I have been with
men.”
“How many?”
“Enough to
know that they don’t make my heart do that either.”
Janeway let
out a long shaky breath and pulled her hand away, resting it on the table top. This was such a bad idea. But she couldn’t ignore the way this woman
was making her feel. “What do you want
from me?”
“Whatever
you can give.”
“It isn’t
that simple. My life is complicated
enough with trying to keep my personal separate from my professional. Being involved, in any way, with another
member of the military is a career ender and you know that.”
“I
do.” The blonde slid her fingers across
the back of the older woman’s hand. “But
answer me this: Is anything simple ever
really worth having?”
Janeway
closed her eyes and sighed. It had been
so long since someone had made her feel like more than a rank. “One night.”
She whispered. “That’s the best I
can do.”
Nika
smiled. “I’ll take it.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Captain
Janeway opened the door to the hotel room and stood back, allowing the younger
woman to enter in front of her. She
watched as Nika took off her coat and hung it on the rack that stood off to one
side. She didn’t need to look around the
room to know that it was the same as any other hotel room she had ever been
in.
The only
thing that was different was the woman she was there with.
She still
didn’t know exactly how she had let herself end up here. Yes, Hansen was beautiful, alluring,
intelligent, self-confident; all of the qualities that would normally grab her
attention, even if they didn’t hold it for very long.
Her youth…
That was the one anomaly. She hadn’t
been joking when she said her table had an age requirement. Normally, she wouldn’t have given the cadet a
second glance, let alone an invitation.
But there
was something about her, something in those bright blue eyes that caught
the word ‘no’ before it could slip off her tongue. Something that sent small tremors down her
spine; that caused her breath to catch and her chest to constrict in the most
astounding ways.
Oh yes,
this one was different.
This one
was dangerous.
She watched
quietly as Nika surveyed the room, almost as though she were looking for
something. She was about to ask what was
wrong when Nika turned to face her.
What she
saw made the words die in her throat.
The younger
woman’s lips were parted, the tip of her tongue resting lighting on her bottom
lip as her chest rose and fell quickly.
Dark, heavily lidded eyes raked down her body with an intensity that
caused the muscles in her thighs to clench hard.
For a
moment, they merely stood there... staring at each other.
Then Nika
crossed the room, thrusting her fingers into thick auburn hair as she brought
their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
Janeway
felt her senses slip away from her as the younger woman’s tongue slid into her
mouth. Her body surged forward, pushing
Nika solidly against the wall as her fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons that
lined the front of the cadet’s shirt.
Yanking it free from the tan uniform pants, she slid her hands inside,
groaning as her fingers came in contact with smooth skin stretched tautly
across a well muscled stomach.
The feel of
the Captain’s hands on her stripped away the rest of Nika’s control. With
something between a snarl and a whimper she hooked her fingers inside the waist
of Janeway’s pants, intending to slide her hand inside, to touch the heat she
could feel even through the fabric between them.
“Wait!” The older woman groaned and grabbed her hand,
pulling it away. “Stop!” She put a foot of much needed space
between them. “We need to talk.”
“What’s
wrong?” Nika leaned forward and buried
her nose in the Captain’s hair, breathing her scent in deeply as her hands
began to tremble. “I want you, damn it! What is there to talk about?”
Janeway
placed her palms on either side of Nika’s face, raising it so that she could
look into the beautiful azure eyes that were clouded over with desire. “I need to know what you see… when you look
at me.” She brushed her thumb across the
soft skin of her cheek. “It’s
important. Please.”
The blonde
took a deep breath, drawing it in and then letting it out slowly as she tried
to calm the fire raging inside of her. “What do I see?”
“Yes.”
“What does
the K stand for?”
Janeway
looked up in surprise. “Kathryn.” She laughed softly.
“Kathryn…” Nika said the name like a prayer, like an
oath. She traced one finger across the
older woman’s soft red lips, her body shivering slightly at the passion that
spread outwards from her center. “Back
at
“The E-1
hangar?” The Captain smiled. “My
hangar?”
Nika
nodded. “The first time I saw you was
almost three years ago. You taxied in an
F-18 Super Hornet for a re-fit. The crewman on that day didn’t chock the wheels
tight enough and it rolled forward about a foot, nearly taking his head off in
the process. You didn’t yell or fly into a rage like I’ve seen so many pilots
do. You just stepped up close to him and
said something very quietly. I swear I
could see him start to shake, even from where I was. And when you turned to walk away, whatever
was left over in your eyes… it made the Major
on duty back up three paces.” She
grinned. “I remember thinking,
‘Damn! Now that’s my kind of woman!’”
Kathryn
opened her mouth to speak only to have the younger woman place a finger on her
lips.
“But I was
wrong.” Nika continued. “When I saw you across the bar tonight, the
look in your eyes took my breath away, the thought of touching your skin…” She slid her fingers softly down Kathryn’s
arm. “It made my hands tingle, my palms
sweat… That one quirk of your eyebrow,
that small smile on your lips…all of it made me realize just how much you
really were ‘my kind of woman’. And then
you spoke…” She began to shake. “And I wanted you. So much it scared me. For four years I’ve been able to convince
myself that there are things worth giving up for my career; things it would be
easier to never know, that way I would never miss them.” She moved closer and kissed Kathryn gently on
the lips. “What do I see when I look at
you? I see every bit of wonderful I have
ever denied myself. I see all the
passion that’s gone unspent lying in the arms of men whose names I can’t even
remember. I see everything that was missing when I woke up the morning after,
hollow and empty. I see you. I want you, Kathryn.”
“Enough to
jeopardize your career?” The older woman
asked quietly.
Nika slowly
unbuttoned the front of Kathryn’s shirt.
When she was done, she pulled it away from her body, allowing her hands
to slide across the smooth expanse of abdomen as she brought her lips close to
the red heads ear. “What we risk… “She
whispered. “Reveals what we value…”
Kathryn’s
eyes closed as she leaned her head to the side, offering up her neck to the
younger woman’s lips and teeth.
“Annika…” She whispered as she
felt the warm, quick hands return to her body.
This time she didn’t stop them as they pulled the shirt from her
shoulders and slid the trousers down her legs. When she finally stood there in
nothing but pale peach silk, the body that had been pressed so sweetly against
hers moved away. For a moment, Kathryn
merely swayed in place, trying to find her equilibrium. Then she opened her eyes.
Annika
stood before her completely naked. In
the low light from the window, all Kathryn could see was silken skin and
generous curves. With trembling hands,
she reached out and cupped the incredibly full breasts that had been hidden
behind the drab Air Force uniform; her senses reeling as her palms slid across
nipples that had already pebbled beneath nothing but her gaze. She stepped forward into warm welcoming arms,
felt them tighten around her; felt gentle fingers slide the lace down and off
her hips. Without hesitating, she found the delicate peaks that had teased her
palms and rolled them firmly between her fingertips.
“Kathryn…” Annika begged. “Please…”
That one
word set her entire body on fire.
Turning the blonde slightly, Kathryn pushed her backwards onto the bed,
her knee coming up to nestle tightly between her legs as she bit down firmly on
one swollen nipple.
Annika
arched into her, raising her knee to brace her foot against the mattress. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned loudly
when Kathryn settled herself on it. She
could feel the wetness, the heat from the other woman’s sex running down her
thigh and brought her hands up to wrap around the smaller woman.
Kathryn
cried out loudly as short, strong nails clawed across her back. Losing all control, she clamped her mouth
onto Annika’s neck, biting down hard as she sucked furiously against her skin.
You’re breaking your own rules!! Her mind screamed out for her to stop. You never,
ever, leave a mark!
She almost
laughed out loud when another part of her, the feral part, told herself to shut
the fuck up.
Nothing
about the woman beneath her was normal or sane; nothing about what she was
doing was safe. There were no rules that
could save her this time.
And the
truly glorious part… was that she just didn’t give a damn.
When she
finally pulled her mouth away, Annika was there to capture her lips in another
soul searing kiss, her tongue flicking wildly inside the older woman’s mouth,
making her knees weak and her body tremble.
In one
graceful movement, the younger woman flipped them over. She braced herself on her knees as her
fingers tore aside the bra to close on Kathryn’s erect nipples. As the older woman writhed beneath her,
Annika’s hips began to move, slowly at first, and then with more pressure and
speed until the blonde finally tore her mouth away and cried out, “Oh god, please…
touch me! I need you to touch me, NOW!”
Kathryn’s
hand slid down Annika’s sweat slick belly to slip quickly between her legs, a
small moan of desire escaping her lips when her fingers confirmed what the skin
of her hip had already suspected.
Annika was
completely smooth, her essence coating the silky skin of her mons like nectar,
a thought which brought Kathryn’s tongue out to wet her lips. “Oh my god… You feel incredible…” She whimpered as her fingers slid inside, her
thumb finding the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft that made
Annika quake as she caressed it.
“Oh
yes…yes…oh god, baby yes…” Annika
whispered, her movements becoming quicker and more erratic as she pushed against
the fingers inside of her. “Oh my god oh
my god oh my god oh my god…. oh god… Oh Kathryn…oh sweet jesus….OH GOD YES!” The last she screamed out loudly as her body
arched back wildly before going completely rigid. She stayed there for several long moments,
her muscles locked, trapping Kathryn’s fingers within her.
Then she
fell forward, collapsing heavily against the older woman’s side, her breath
coming in short ragged pants as she continued to whisper, “Oh my god…” over
and over again.
Kathryn
pulled her hand free, watching Annika’s eyes go wide as she brought her fingers
to her mouth to lick them clean.
“Oh my
god!” The younger woman half whimpered,
half laughed as she rolled over onto her back.
“Don’t do that… You’re going to
send me off again…”
Janeway
chuckled softly, turning onto her side to gently caress Annika’s belly. “I take it that was good for you?”
“Are you
fucking kidding?” The blonde began to
tremble from the low timber of Kathryn’s voice.
“Be quiet…stop talking.” She placed
a finger against the older woman’s lips as she smiled weakly. “That voice…
I can’t take it at the moment. I’m not used to… I haven’t…”
Kathryn’s
smile faded and she raised one eyebrow, a vague thought coalescing in her
mind. “Wait a minute… Are you saying that you’ve never…?”
Annika
flushed.
The older
woman’s jaw dropped. “Never?”
“Not with
company.” She shrugged. “I told you, I convinced myself there were
things I could live without.” She
trailed one finger down Kathryn’s cheek, her eyes growing dark once again. “Damn, was I ever wrong…”
Before she
could protest, Kathryn found herself on her back, her shoulders pinned firmly
against the mattress by strong hands. Gentle
lips sucked on her earlobe before traveling down her jaw to close over her
mouth. After several long, delicious
minutes of deep kisses, they moved down Kathryn’s throat to bite lightly
against her collarbone before dipping into the valley between her breasts. Slowly, she trailed them up one breast to
flick her tongue across an almost painfully sensitive nipple, while dexterous
fingers closed on the other.
Annika
moaned at the feel of the soft flesh beneath her hands. Her hips began to press down into the woman
beneath her and she felt the hard edge of desire start to build inside of her
again. Pulling away briefly, she took
several long breaths to bring it under control before she growled, “Spread your
legs.”
Kathryn
inhaled sharply, moisture flooding down her thighs as she slid them open only
to have the younger woman settle her hips between them. The demanding lips left her breasts to trail
hotly down the center of her stomach.
They had just begun to nuzzle through coarse auburn hair when Kathryn
slipped her fingers under Annika’s chin, raising her head to look into her
eyes.
“You don’t
have to do that.” She whispered.
Annika
blinked; her mind adrift amid overwhelming desire. “Have to?”
The corners of her mouth quirked up.
“Try and stop me, Captain.”
* * * * * * * * * *
It was
still dark outside.
Kathryn
dropped the curtain back against the window and glanced at the long, graceful
form stretched out across the bed.
This was
the time when she would normally be getting dressed to slip quietly out the
door. Night meant less people. Less people meant less risk.
That’s the routine, right? Take what you want, what you need, then leave
before things get messy?
She frowned
at herself in disgust. That was how she
had always handled things in the past.
No goodbyes, no phone numbers, no tears…
No proof.
She couldn’t say that i