GOOD VIBRATIONS

by Boz

Disclaimers - The characters belong to Paramount - just wish they could figure out the right way to treat them.

Rating - NC17 - contains sex scenes between two consenting adults - if this is not to your taste, please go away now!

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"Morning, Captain,"

"Morning, Harry."

Janeway took her usual morning circuit of the bridge, then headed for her chair. She felt tired and there was a dull ache in her back. She threw a glance at the Commander, whose eyes were fixed in a PADD he held - oh well, it wasn’t totally her faulttt. She’d been involved in some pretty stringent nighttime exercises of late.

Hiding a secret grin, she settled into her chair and reached for the arm controls, thanking the Starfleet designers who had built the secret vibrato/massager into the back of the seat. It wouldn’t do for the ‘ordinary troops’ to know the extra comforts a captain was entitled to during prolonged periods in the big chair.

All of a sudden, instead of the back massager activating, the seat beneath her started to vibrate and undulate. She let out a small gasp which she quickly turned into a cough and leapt to her feet. Looking down, she saw nothing, so used it as an excuse to discuss some course heading changes with Tom. The Commander continued to stare stoically at his PADD as she sat tentatively back in her chair.

The vibrations started again immediately and her head fell back as she felt the exquisite sensations running through her, turning her lower body to liquid. All of a sudden, the movement changed and she felt indentations in the seat rising and falling, like hands full of probing fingers, reaching for all of the places which were still buzzing from the vibrations. It took all of her control not to gasp out loud, then she was horrified to feel a sudden gush of moisture between her thighs. She glanced around the bridge, terrified that someone would notice as she tried to control her breathing, and willed her legs to move so that she could escape. If it didn’t stop soon, she was going to come, right there on the bridge! She leaned down to try to deactivate the controls then noticed the message flashing on her monitor.

"Old Maquis trick!"

Glancing at him, she realised that he wasn’t unaware of what she was going through. No one else would’ve noticed how tightly his hand was gripping the armrest and how his nostrils were flaring as he fought for control.

She leapt to her feet again, hoping that no one would notice the state she was in and thanking the spirits that Tuvok was off on some security patrol. Halfway across the bridge she threw over her shoulder, "Commander, I’d like to discuss that report in the ready room with you."

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The door had hardly closed behind him, when the breath was knocked out of him by a ball of energy, slamming him against the bulkhead and gluing itself to his lips.

He wrenched her head away and gasped "Can’t breathe."

"Don’t care............" and she dragged his head down.

He tried again.

"We’re on duty........."

"Don’t care............." and he surrendered without a fight, forcing her mouth open with his and plunging his tongue into her depths, whilst she fumbled with the fastenings of his pants and with one swift yank, pulled them and his boxers down to the top of his boots. She grabbed the length of him, hot, hard and ready.

They stumbled across the room to the desk, and he lifted her onto the edge, quickly stripping the lower half of her body as she gasped out the security lock codes to the computer.

He lifted her legs, pulled her to the edge of the desk and sheathed himself in her in one long thrust that made them both moan. He thrust himself in and out, long hard strokes and she matched every one, the speed and the slick rhythms setting them on fire.

"Can’t wait," he sobbed after a few strokes.

"Don’t," she panted back and tightened her thigh muscles around him, causing them to bury their heads against each other to keep from crying out their pleasure. The lack of oxygen heightened the sensations and she thought she was going to faint as she felt him begin to spurt inside her and her body turned to liquid arrows of fire as they went over the top together.

He rolled off her and they both lay across her desk, gasping for breath for a few minutes until she nudged him off as they remembered where they were. She peeled herself off the desk and they quickly cleaned up, not talking, just grinning inanely at each other like a couple of cadets who’d been making out in a Jeffries tube.

She sank into her chair behind the desk and he also went to sit down expecting a cup of coffee at the very least, when she waved a hand at him and intoned in her best captain’s voice "Dismissed."

"Kathryn.................." he started, but she shot a wicked grin at him, keyed in the door release code and announced in a voice that could be heard well beyond the bounds of the room, "Commander, you have the bridge."

Tom glanced up as the Commander took his seat. He looked very flushed and kinda sweaty......they couldn’t have, could they? He glanced at his chronometer, nope they’d only been in there eight minutes. Anyway, the ‘ice queen’ would never permit any carry on in the ready room and on duty. Nope, if the two of them got together, and it was looking less and less likely as time went on, he imagined that it would be long, slow and sensuous.........

Chakotay settled back in his seat, trying to concentrate on the tasks in hand when suddenly he felt the configuration of the seat beneath him begin to change. Two small pincers rose out of the seat bottom and gently but firmly attached themselves to a very tender part of his anatomy, effectively trapping him in his seat.

"Ow!" He couldn’t hold it back and quickly muttered "Pinched nerve" to Tom’s questioning gaze.

Turning his head to one side, he suddenly noticed the message flashing on his monitor.......... "Starfleet revenge............."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~finis

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