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Author: Nautika
Series: Voyager
Pairing: Janeway/Torres
Rating: R / NC-17, PWP
Parts: 1/1 (about 4 pages)
Feedback: Sure, if you want! On the FFF or to me.
Archive: Femme Fuh-q Fest and my site. Others please ask.
Notes: Part of the Femme Fuh-q Fest. Set after the first season episode, "Parallax".
Disclaimer: Submitted for Round 6 of the FFF. Please don't read if you are underage/ it's illegal where you live/ you have no interest, etc. No money is made from this; I own nothing.
Thanks to my beta readers: CousinDream and Darklord. Any remaining errors and/or inconsistencies are my own.
by Nautika
"Ooooooh, B'Elanna" sighed Captain Kathryn Janeway. Sheets rustled as the captain rolled onto her back. The captain's hand went to her left breast and began massaging the soft flesh. Her right hand snaked down to stroke her -
"Time is 0500," interrupted the computer. Janeway groaned in frustration as she reluctantly removed herself from the twisted sheets. She let out a deep sigh as she walked into the bathroom. "Lights, 75%", she stated and gazed at her image in the mirror. Her long hair was a tangled mess; dark circles surrounded her eyes, and her skin was a sickly pale color. She ran her fingers through her hair and said, "You've got to stop dreaming about that woman, Katie, it's never gonna happen. It can't happen."
Kathryn activated her sonic shower and got in. She felt dirty, dreaming about her chief engineer in such a sexual way. She wished she could take a 'real' shower, but she didn't want to waste precious resources, not this early in the journey home. She also didn't expect to be feeling these things. She loved Mark and hadn't given up on him yet, but after working with B'Elanna on the temporal anomaly, the vivacious Klingon wouldn't leave her thoughts.
Kathryn was no stranger to being involved with a woman; she had had several relationships with the fairer sex during her lifetime. That wasn't what bothered her. What bothered her was not being able to turn off her feelings for a subordinate officer. She needed to set an example on this ship. It was hard enough trying to remain optimistic for the crew. It was hard enough trying to deal with allowing her principles to strand them all in the delta quadrant in the first place. It was those same principles telling her she would spend the next seven decades alone and celibate.
She stepped out of the shower, went about her morning routine, and tried to shake off that unsatisfied feeling as she headed towards the bridge for alpha shift.
****
"No way!" exclaimed Seska, "Please tell me you're just making that up! The captain?! You need to spend some time on the holodeck, B. I have a great little program, I think you'd love it."
"No, thanks, Seska, I can manage. It was one little daydream. I'm sure it's no different than fantasizing about a professor." B'Elanna Torres picked up her tray and made to leave the mess hall. "I've got to get back to engineering."
As she walked the halls, B'Elanna wished she hadn't told Seska about the erotic daydream she had had about Captain Janeway. The Bajoran couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it. But it had been such a vivid fantasy. B'Elanna had new respect for the captain, and, maybe a little crush on her as well. B'Elanna hadn't been with a woman since her days at the academy, there had been no time for romance as a Maquis. So, here she was, stuck in the delta quadrant, lusting after a Star Fleet captain! She shook her head in stupefaction at the thought. She decided she wasn't looking forward to the appointment she had made to see Captain Janeway. She wasn't looking forward to it at all.
****
The day was dragging. Janeway sat in her ready room, reading report after report after report. Her morning dream was still plaguing her thoughts, along with the unfinished aspect of it all. She needed release, and soon.
She decided to take a break from the drudgery and indulge herself in a little recreational reading. She pulled out her collection of erotica, scrolling through the titles until finding a familiar one.
After working with B'Elanna to escape the temporal anomaly, Kathryn had been fantasizing about being with the half-Klingon. B'Elanna had a fire, a passion about her that Kathryn couldn't deny she was drawn to. Not too mention she found the young woman incredibly attractive. The current fiction she was reading was doing little to divert her; it was instead making her uncomfortably randy. She kept shifting in her seat, rubbing herself against the cushion of the chair. The captain was about to take care of the building lust when the door chime rang. She tapped the button to close the story on her PADD and took a deep, calming breath. "Enter", she said.
B'Elanna stood outside the door to Captain Janeway's ready room. It had been a month since the Captain had appointed B'Elanna to the position of chief engineer and Lieutenant Torres wanted to thank the Captain personally. That was before her erotic daydream involving the captain had occurred. Now, she just felt uncomfortable. B'Elanna smoothed out her uniform, took a deep breath, and entered.
B'Elanna took a few steps inside, "Captain, I wanted to thank you for the opportunity to prove myself as chief engineer." When she finished the sentence, B'Elanna looked up at the captain. She noticed Janeway's cheeks were a little more flushed than usual, and the captain's eyes had a certain sparkle to them. Gods, B'Elanna thought to herself, she looks sexy. B'Elanna's fantasy came rushing back to the forefront of her thoughts. She fought the urge to take the captain right then and there.
"It was my pleasure, Lieutenant. After the way you handled the temporal anomaly, I realized you have what it takes to be a great officer. You're intelligent, quick on your feet, and creative. I was most impressed by your handling of the situation." Janeway stood, "May I offer you a cup of coffee?" As she waited for B'Elanna's reply, she made her way to the replicator to fix herself a cup, uncomfortably aware of her body's response to seeing the object of her fantasies in person.
"No, thank you."
Janeway replicated herself a cup and moved towards the sofa. "Please, have a seat and make yourself more comfortable, B'Elanna." The captain watched as B'Elanna made her way to the sofa; she noticed how well the petite Klingon handled her body. Janeway started thinking about how strong that supple, young body must be. What it would feel like to caress the soft skin just under her uniform.
Janeway breathed deeply, picking up two delicious scents, her coffee, and B'Elanna. She smiled at the young woman. "You intrigue me, B'Elanna Torres. I would like to get to know you much better. I think we could be...friends." As she finished the sentence, Janeway set down her coffee cup and folded one leg under her body. She leaned in towards B'Elanna, one elbow resting on the back of the sofa.
"Thank you captain... I think." B'Elanna couldn't help but feel the heat radiating from the captain. There was a charge to the air, and B'Elanna wondered if the captain wasn't flirting with her. She shook her head to clear the thought, no doubt a remnant of her fantasy.
"Please, call me Kathryn." Janeway's voice was soft. "Tell me a little bit more about yourself, B'Elanna." Kathryn listened as B'Elanna talked a little about herself, and never took her eyes off the striking beauty. B'Elanna's smooth skin, her dark eyes, and full lips mesmerized her. Her lips are what Kathryn watched the most, imagining how they would feel on her neck, her chest, her stomach. She laughed when B'Elanna said something funny and as inconspicuous as she could, put her hand on the younger woman's knee.
B'Elanna could scarcely believe this was happening. Spending this time with the captain had confirmed in B'Elanna's brain that she did indeed have a crush on the older woman. Her proximity, how relaxed the captain was, all of this was making B'Elanna wish for things she was almost positive could never happen. B'Elanna looked at the captain's hand on her knee, not sure what to make of it. She looked into the captain's eyes and saw - lust? She wasn't sure, but the captain inched closer to her on the sofa.
The two women made eye contact, each searching the other for some sign of approval, of acceptance. Janeway released B'Elanna's leg and traced a finger down her cheek. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, B'Elanna, I..." the captain trailed off as she ran her finger from B'Elanna's cheek, down her jaw, until it rested under her chin tilting the younger woman's face up. Not seeing any sign of rejection, she gingerly touched her lips to B'Elanna's.
B'Elanna's eyes were wide as the captain kissed her. After a moment's hesitation, B'Elanna returned the kiss. Feeling B'Elanna give up resistance, Janeway deepened the kiss. B'Elanna reached behind Kathryn and pulled out her hairpin, letting the captain's hair cascade down around her shoulders.
B'Elanna ran her fingers through the captain's thick hair, her mind suggesting she'd love to give it a good yank. Her fingers caressed the nape of the captain's neck, and she took hold of the captain's head. The Klingon in her was aroused by the captain's display of possession, but inwardly she cursed her half-breed status. She didn't like to loose control as she so often did in romantic encounters. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary harm to her new 'friend'.
B'Elanna tested the waters and kissed the captain, passionately. She opened her eyes afterward and judged the captain's response. She could see the raw need on the captain's face. The captain needed a release from the pressures of command; she needed to be taken.
After a few moments hesitation, B'Elanna took control of the situation, with a growl. She forced the captain back, giving B'Elanna greater domination. Lust was taking over the young woman. B'Elanna seized the captain in a passionate kiss, her hands raked over the captain's regulation jacket, squeezing Janeway's breasts. B'Elanna forcefully adjusted the captain, so her legs were spread wide and B'Elanna could easily settle between them.
The captain was stunned as B'Elanna began her assault, but deep down Kathryn knew she needed this. Her seduction of the young chief engineer was not going as planned, but it was indeed, going somewhere. She relished the feel of the younger woman squeezing her breasts, hard, pinching her nipples through the material. She gasped with pleasure as B'Elanna bent her head to bite at the breast in her hand. Using her last remnant of sanity, she called out, "Computer, engage privacy mode."
In moments, B'Elanna had the captain stripped naked and bent over the arm of the couch, buttocks thrust into the air. Janeway arched her back, arms holding her up, knees digging into the couch. B'Elanna took a lingering look at the sight presented before her. The captain was ready for the taking.
B'Elanna leaned in towards the captain and began to gently blow over the swollen flesh. Her cool breath was like a caress against Kathryn's hot skin, soothing, teasing. The captain moaned in pleasure, wishing for more. She wanted to feel that hot little Klingon tongue on and in her. B'Elanna twisted herself and lay down under the captain, her tongue beginning its assault on Kathryn's eager body.
Kathryn shuddered when she felt B'Elanna's breath on her clit, the anticipation almost suffocating her. After what felt like an eternity, Kathryn *finally* felt B'Elanna's face pressed up against her. The Klingon's hot tongue danced around Kathryn's sensitive nub, teasing, pulling, and ravishing it. Kathryn pushed back against B'Elanna, wanting more.
B'Elanna then took two fingers and worked them into Kathryn. She rammed her fingers into the captain and it wasn't long before she felt Kathryn's muscles contract around her fingers. The captain came hard and fast, a string of curse words coming out her mouth as her body convulsed. She collapsed forward over the side of the couch as B'Elanna milked her orgasm until the every end.
The captain lay slumped over the couch, panting, for a few minutes. When she had finally found some composure, she shifted around until she was sitting cross-legged, facing B'Elanna. The young former-Maquis smiled at the captain. "As I said, Captain, I wanted to thank you for offering me the position of chief engineer."
"You are *very* welcome, Miss Torres."
The End