Title: SIGNATURES

Author: R.Schultz (cousindream@MSN.com)

Series: ST:VOYAGER

Pairings: Kes/Dr. Denara Pell

Code: NC-17/R

Disclaimer: Paramount owns it. I don't, but I'm borrowing a teensy teensy little bit of it and afterward I'll put everyone back with a smile on their face. Guaranteed. This story is mine under common-law copyright.

Archiving: Written for the Femme_Fuh-q_Fest in February of 2001, after which it will be archived and submitted to ASCEM. May be archived elsewhere, but I request notice of such archiving. Apx. 5100 words long.

Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of consensual sex between two (fictional) adult women. Kes is adult by Ocampan standards. If not your thing, please do not read. If illegal in your country or locale, please go. If you are under legal age, please go elsewhere.

Spoilers: Set during the "Lifesigns" episode of VOYAGER, 2nd season.

Summary: Kes manages to bond with a comatose patient in sickbay, much to her own delight and that of a holographic representation.

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{FOREWARD: VOYAGER encounters a Vidiian shuttle and rescues the near- death female doctor aboard. The HoloDoc and Kes seek to save her. She is a victim of the Phage and in a comatose condition. Her life-support systems are almost completely collapsed. The Doc saves her by making a holographic template of her with the aid of her mechanical life-support aides. Once re-created, he can perform invasive procedures in order to save her life.

He rebuilds her from the skeleton out, adds clothes, and gives the holo-Dr. Pell that living essence of self that IS Dr. Denara Pell. She lives as a holographic being in the SickBay, and then the HoloDeck. Doctor Denara Pell, the holo-image, shows no signs of the rot she has had to live with most of her life. She appears a normal robust woman. Yet she is herself, a life, even as she is a holo-program. She also bonds to the HoloDoc.

He widens her world with a visit to Sandrine's cafe, then woos her in the front seat of a Holo-1957 Blue Chevy Convertible. For a gal who's been sick to death of the Phage since she was aged seven, it's a whole new universe for her.}

SIGNATURES

First I traced the line of Kes' chin, then I ran my fingers through the cap of short bright blond hair that made her head so perfect.

"I can feel you, you feel like real fingers," she said. "But can you really feel anything yourself?"

"It's a little difficult to judge," I replied. "I've been so sick for so long I've quite literally forgotten what normal tactile sensation should be like. Yet I feel so COMPLETELY now! I think this hologram must be translating whatever my fingers do into a complete sense of touch. It's delightful!"

I ran my fingers along the surfaces of the transparent wall of the Doctor's office, then a duranium-gray signs-interpreter unit. Then back to Kes.

"I wish I could smell," I said. "Do your hairs have a nice scent to them? Do you wear perfume? Could you describe your scents to me? I find myself wanting more and more to know everything, feel everything, do so much, so very much. I find myself wanting to know more and more abut you and about life, real life."

Looking down at my feet. "I feel so alive now, after all those years, and it seems beyond belief that I may die at any time if the Doctor is unsuccessful in saving that stinking corpse I keep looking at."

Doctor ... Denara," Kes began, "You're a person. Not a thing. You think, you feel, you can have hope, you shouldn't give up."

"I don't think of giving up when I'm here, in my holographic body.

I don't feel like giving up when I'm standing here, healthy. It's the thought of going back to that dying thing that makes me think of giving up.

"It's the thought of never holding the Doctor again..." Sudden shyness, I know the heat in my cheeks and ears are what is termed a blush.

"My world, it's confined by the holographic limits of this office, and the holodeck. But! Oh, Kes! It's so wonderful! I feel liberated for the first time in my life! I can touch myself without wondering whether some piece of me is going to slough off.

"I can touch other people without their flinching away from me, or me worrying whether they could be infected." I had to stand close to Kes again, caressing her head with my own now slender fingers. Such a feeling, to see her hair move at my touch. To feel the fine bone underneath, the shape of her funny ear, the lines and curves of her face.

"Kes?" I began. "Did you know we did some very, well, things I hadn't been prepared for?"

Kes looked at me, her head twisting with curiosity. Suddenly she smiled like a nova in the night. "You didn't!"

"My very first time," I smiled back. "I'd never done it with a male before. With anyone! He helped me do it with him. I have to tell you that he never, well, you know, actually came inside me, he couldn't.

"But I could feel him actually inside me, and it was so heavenly! At my late age, and as a holograph, I finally did it with a male. I know I didn't have an orgasm, but just to be accepting a man in my body, no matter how immaterial I might actually be, oh, that was such a rewarding experience. I've been rotting for so long, I don't know how to compare it. But Kes! I felt him enter me, I felt him slide back and forth in me, I could actually feel him."

Kes was staring at me, causing me to giggle.

"I just giggled," I breathed. "I can't ever remember giggling since I was a little girl, Kes. I just giggled. Oh, I feel so HAPPY right now! Are you happy for me, Kes? Please say yes!"

We hugged, and I hummed something to us, something half-remembered from a childhood a millennia away. Kes felt so real to me. So soft. I hated not being able to smell her, to drink in the scent of her.

To kiss her and hold her. Somehow being close to her made me hungry, made my mouth regret the lack of food, of taste. It was so compelling. So real. A hint of taste, a hint of reflex hunger.

"Kes," I asked, "have you ever had any fruits fried in some cooking oil? We had this fruit we dug out of the ground. You had to peel the thick coating off it, but we had these fruits we could eat, and all us kids loved to eat them. Juicy, we always made a mess of our clothes.

"They could also be cooked in oil, sliced and heated in boiling cooking oil. I'll always remember their signature, their scent in the air.

"I want to smell a hint of that in your hair, Kes. Dear... Kes? What sort of a natural scent do Ocampan's have? Describe your own signature to me, please? If I could touch your hair what would I smell?"

For a minute she was thunderstruck, then she whispered a reply.

"It's a shampoo that Neelix has given me, it's a beautiful scent on his home world. He loves me and he gave me that. A number of the crew consider it to be a funny, a weird, scent for a soap, but they've grown accustomed to it. Tom Paris has referred to as a smell like banana's, and sometimes olives, only nicer.

"A fruit, banana's, only fried in a light oil."

"Could you actually be smelling anything? But you're a holographic image, not a real person. Or are you?"

My head said a No to Kes. If only I could!

I smiled and folded the shorter female to me, caressing her shoulders and back. My face buried in the blond glory of her hair. There was nothing I wanted more, at that moment.

I began kissing it, then I was kissing her ears, then her chin, her cheek, her forehead, her nose. Her eyes were open when I bent to kiss her on her lips.

"Doctor Pell?" she asked when we paused. "We shouldn't, we're both females, and you're a hologram. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Do you like what I'm doing? I hope so, Kes. For over thirty of our years I've wanted to go to some female and do this."

I kissed her again. "And this." Licking her chin line. "And this." Kissing her lovely soft woman's throat. "And this." Caressing the hollow of her throat with my tongue. Nibbling softly with my teeth the soft cords of her neck.

"More than I've wanted to be held by some male of my race, Kes, I've wanted to hold a fellow Vidiian woman."

My hands were busy on her shoulders and arms now. Then. I touched. One breast. Felt her nipples through her cloth, knew I was touching her very female breast with my unmarred hands. I'd wanted to do this for so long. So tremendously long a span of time I had looked on the women about me. Those who were not destroyed by the Phage.

I'd forever repressed any thought of holding anyone in love. I knew I could never hold any male to me. Have children and raise them. I knew I could never do what I was doing right now. Touching a fellow female. Not with friendship and regard, though I felt that also.

No. I wanted to love a woman. LOVE them. Possess them. Kiss them. Just like I was doing to Kes. I wished I could taste her lips. Smell whatever it is an Ocampan woman should have the scent of. Her hair. Her sweat. Her tongue against mine. To identify the signature that was wholly hers and hers alone.

"Kes," I began, "what I'm doing right now, what we're doing right now. Kes, we have words for it when two women kiss, and they're not nice words. Are you sure you..."

"I like kissing women, Doctor Pell," she replied. "The word is lesbian, and, yes, Doctor, I like it. If I'm a little edgy and unsure, it's because I'm not accustomed to doing it with a holo-image even if you are a real person.

Kes began kissing back, her mouth tentatively finding my neck, my lips, burrowing into my ear, giggling as she identified how I was different in a particular and real respect from herself.

"I've a very dear friend, she has ears like yours. Full of ridges and curls and hollows, and giving even while it's stiff. I like to trace her ear with my tongue, too, Doctor. She likes it.

"Do you like it when I kiss you, Doctor?"

It was salvation itself. My body felt weightless in her arms.

"Call me Denn," I breathed. "I more than like it. Kes, Kes, Kes, how can I go back to that corpse over there after I've held you? Do you have another name beside Kes?"

She kissed the hollow of my throat, then touched my lips with her tongue. "Filfee-tornark-Kes'nargees-Fadeey'so," she giggled. "Kes will do just fine."

I'm holding a woman, I told myself. Understanding now what I really felt each time I looked at some other woman I'd had a...special friendship to.

Kes took the lead now, and it came to me that Kes had held other women close. She was two or three Vidiian years old, but she ...

Had breasts. I could feel them through her clothes. The nipples were hard, I knew that was the phrase, she, her body, was enjoying the way I was feeling them, touching them. Pinching them.

"Denn, ah, you DO know something, don't you?" Kes smiled into my face and continued kissing me.

"I can feel you there, sweet Denn, I can see you...there is nothing you do not have except the tastes of a living being. I can smell no fog of old sweat or new chemicals. You are so immaculate, Denn, so very, very NEW."

"Computer," I decisively said, "have my body appear to have no clothes. None whatsoever."

Thus I was nude.

"Kes," my voice quavered, "Do you like my body? Am I pretty? Am I built .... well?" I backed from her arms, holding my hands out, hoping my smile didn't look as unsure as I was. Please, Kes, please find me pretty. You must. You must.

Kes smiled at me, advanced on me, held her hands out. Grasping my arms. Her eyes running up and down my naked body. "You're lovely, Denn. Your body is beautiful, yes, it's without a flaw, your breasts are so ...."

She bent to suck on them. Her white blond head bent to them. and I felt her lips, her teeth on them. Please, if there is a God, let me die now, this instant, let me die truly happy for the first time in my life. Let me die while this woman bites me and suckles me.

"Tell me you feel that, Doctor, Doctor, tell me you feel it when I kiss and suck and bite! Your nipples feel so firm and hard to me, are you getting hard for me, Denn? Yes .... you are. Your nipples, so dark they are, so coral, dark, red, black... Tell me you enjoy this, Denn, please...."

Her white blond head dipped again, and I felt her teeth on me. Was I enjoying this? Immensely. Was I purposefully telling my nipples to harden under her love? I think so. Is that wrong?

"Kes, Kes, Kes, Kes, oh, sweetheart, please please please let me see you naked, my darling, take your clothes off." I couldn't keep my knuckles or palms or fingers off her breasts, I could without a doubt, feel them enlarge under my fondling, my teasing, my pulling. What was her signature if not love itself?

"Kes, take your clothes off..."

"Computer," Kes said. "Put clothes back on Doctor Denara Pell."

She caressed my face as clothes again covered me. "Not here... Computer," she again commanded. "Status of HoloDeck's."

"Both are in use," it's female voice said.

"When will either be vacant?"

"Holodeck Number Two is vacant now, but the next user is not due for another eleven minutes and twenty seconds, mark."

"I invoke my authority as Medical Assistant to claim that Holodeck for the next....ninety minutes. Can you do this?"

"Yes I can." the computer voice chimed. Do you wish this?"

"Affirmative," Kes sang.

"Holodeck Two is now reserved under priority medical protocols," the Computer voice continued.

"And the crewman who lost his slot?" Kes continued questioning.

"Second Petty Officer Chow has been informed of this override, and he is negotiating with my appropriation program now for when he can use it again."

"Does he know who has over-ridden his scheduled time?"

"Negative. Do you still wish to use the time now available?" Kes nodded a yes, caressing my side and shoulder.

"Computer, recreate my personal suite of rooms, on the holodeck. Temporarily leave the Doctor Denara Pell program running. In sex ... pardon me. In six minutes transfer her to the holodeck. I repeat, transfer to take place in six minutes. I should be there by then."

"This is my suite, recreated, and my overrides should keep us from being disturbed. Do you still want to do this?"

My answer was made with my lips, my hands, my peeps of excitement. "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

"Your breasts are ... smaller than mine? Why are your nipples so red?"

"It's because I'm so hard there, now. But yes, my nipples are red as well. I have a friend, a very special friend, and her nipples are red like mine, though a bit darker. Do you like my breasts?"

No sound but Kes' giggles, her squeals, her murmurs, her pantings, as I worshiped the sort of beauties I had despaired of ever holding. I'd known before this I wanted to make love with a female. But I'd suppressed the emotion, the hope, the dream, the desire. I'd become a mind, a scientist, a thing. Not a woman, and certainly not a being who wanted sex and love.

That was my own signature. To be nothing but an intellect. Now?

How could I go back to that stinking lump of decaying rotting meat in the SickBay?

I lifted above, moving, tracing lines on Kes' body. So perfect. Just because I was not quite a woman did not mean I was not aware of what constituted the Vidiian beauty. Kes was that ideal. From her starkly white hair to her ...

So ... remarkable. I lowered my head, to look closely on her, to admire the growth of hair where her legs met her body. In my new body I had such a growth of hair, though mine was dark, and bushy, and comprised a larger mass of short curly hairs than the exquisite precise wedge that drew my eyes. We did not have blond hair like this in the Vidiian race, and for that alone she was a marvel.

"You are such a work of art, Kes. Can I look at you more closely?"

"Be my guest." Happy giggles.

I laid between her open legs, millimeters from her remarkable open inviting sex.

What? And what should I do now? I knew I wanted to touch that beautiful opening with its enlarging folds, to kiss it, to lick it. I wanted so very much to taste it, but I could not. What was right? I didn't want to displease Kes.

"Darling female, you said you had a friend on this ship, and it was a woman?" She said a yes to me, continuing to fondle my own darker and longer hair.

"What, how, Kes, sweet perfect woman. Help, exactly what is it two women can do for each other? What is it you want me to do for you?"

She smiled down the length of her body. "Oh, I do believe it's going to be quite easy to teach you, Denn." Kes lifted her knees into the air, spreading herself for me more than she already had.

"As a matter of fact, I think you've got a natural aptitude for this sort of thing. You are such a sensitive woman, you've already discovered what it is I want you to do, haven't you?"

With that her hands increased their slight pressure against the back of my head. Guiding me to the next step.

She had just come on my mouth! She had had to wet herself countless times with her own spit, but now her whole groin looked wet. Including that heavenly growth of golden yellow hair embellishing her soft sexual parts. All that yellow hair, so sensual, so .... delicious. And I could not taste a drop. The injustice brought tears to my eye. Tears without moisture, running down my cheeks to disappear when they would have fallen from my nose, my face.

It was easy to crawl up the bed, to hold Kes, to kiss her. All tenderness, wishing we could stay, here in the holodeck.

Kes lifted to meet my lips, to match my tongue tip with a probing one of hers. She licked my lips, my mouth, even my chin, with exquisite care. Tasting herself still on me.

"Kes," I began, "tell me, please, how do you taste? Describe it to me, if you can, please, please."

"My friend, she says I smell sweet and astringent. She loves to make lemonade, she says it reminds her of me. She used to drink too much coffee, but now drinks too much lemonade. She says it makes her go to the dumper too much, now. She loves it." Kissing me and fondling my naked breasts, sneaking a hand down to fondle my groin. She giggled and I gave her a questioning look.

"I can feel your body hair, it's very thick there, did you know that? My friend, she doesn't have anything like so much. It's racial, isn't it? All Vidiians have lovely thick growths like that?"

"As a Doctor, let me say yes. It doesn't displease you?"

"It's wavy and I adore it." Kes slid to where she could put her head between my legs, her own legs hanging off the bed's edge. I could feel her touch, enjoy her fingers playing with my hairs, then my lips. I was puffing up, enlarging, enflaming. But her kisses brought no excitement. No pleasure beyond the one of satisfaction that Kes found me beautiful.

"What do you smell like when you're excited, Kes? Like that lemonade you mentioned?"

"Musk, my friend says. Since coming on board VOYAGER, I now know what Musk smells like. There are quite a few perfumes, scents, with varieties of musk.

"My musk has an undertone of lemonade. An oil and a bitter, then sweet, drink. Lemonade is made from lemons, and they are a bitter fruit. But with sweetening, and diluted, it pleases me. Lemonade also pleases my other friend, Neelix, though his taste-buds are slightly different from mine and the humans aboard this ship."

I despaired, and could only look with longing at my new lover, wishing I could savor her. Feast on her signatures of scent and taste. I could not dwell on it, my blackness of soul was too close to the surface. I rolled with her, pulling at her, playing with her, until we could kiss again.

"Please, please, Kes, let me love you again." My hand busy in her flawless groin. My finger entered her. I knew it entered easily, I could feel no lay or pull as I felt her ring-muscles close on my loving finger.

"Denn," Kes gasped, "I like what you're doing, could you please do it some more? It feels good to have your finger fucking me, it feels so wonderful. My friend, she likes to use her fingers in me, on me, would you please do that, Denn?"

Within seconds she had finished moaning and was asking for more fingers. I could see wetness there, slightly stringy wetness, maybe creamy in tone, as her hips seesawed on my two, three loving fingers. Then four. She froze, I was absolutely astonished she could come for me so swiftly, so soon after her last climax, so soon after we were merely talking and fondling. It was beyond any doubt, though.

The power at being able to do this to my lover, it was tremendous!

She held my hand to her groin, only one finger in her now.

"I would like something bigger now, oh yes, every moment with you makes me want more and more and more. Can you give me more? Tell me you can, please, please sweetheart, please?"

If that's what she wants, okay.

"Computer, double the size of my index finger."

Kes arched her back from the bed, her mouth in a grimace, until she collapsed backwards. I made to remove my finger, but she gripped me to her.

"It's so .... long," she whimpered. "It's so good, oh, darling Denn, it's so good inside me...can you show it to me?"

Puzzled, I pulled it out of her and became amazed to see how long and fat my finger looked, and how tight and clasping her vagina was.

"No, no, no," she begged. "I need it. Now. Denn?"

I looked to her. "Could you please slide another finger in me?"

The work of love, of a few seconds, until both fingers were inside her, feeling her clench and milk at my oversized finger.

"Computer," Kes intoned, "enlarge the smaller finger to a proportionate degree that you already have with her other finger."

She was more prepared for that one to enlarge, but even so only her head and heels touched the bed when it happened. She whispered for me to work her with the large fingers until I knew she was spasming on my invasion. Again she continued, as my mesmerized mind kept forcing my giant fingers in and out of her loosening and spasming sex. Eventually she lay quiet, covered with sweat, smiling weakly at me. Fondling my hand.

"I love you," Kes murmured, "and I am happy to have you for my lover. So very happy."

I let her body be, allowing it to occasionally milk my two large fingers, basking in her after-glow.

"Denn, darling," she eventually explained. "I was going to suggest you fist me, sweetheart. It's an act of love wherein an entire fist enters a woman." Kes petted my head. "I'll accept this as a wonderful substitute."

"Do you want to try it again?" She looked doubtful, then smiled again. "There is absolutely no pain, I am wetter than a bucket of water, and I think I'm quite -- supple now, there. Sure. Why not?" So that was what a leer looked like when it was pointed in my direction.

"Computer," I carefully intoned. "Make my right fist half it's present size." And it was, a small hand at the end of a sharply tapering wrist. I, once more, felt no different than before.

Kes had both ankles high in the air as I brought my shrunken hand to the wetness of her inviting sex entrance. We both gasped as it entered her, feeling it bottom out against the cervix opening. From her grimace of pain I resolved not to go so deep in the future. It was simplicity itself to set up a gratifyingly noisy in and out movement with my midget fist.

Kes snaked her hips around and around, her ankles quivering in the air. I licked a thigh, then the other, as her pantings became faster and faster.

"Computer," I stated, "increase the diameter of my right fist by 10%." Kes wailed, the wet noises became sharper, more distinct.

"Another 10%" I ordered. Kes' ideal and magnificent head was covered with sweat. "Another 10%," judging Kes' response as excited and accepting. "Another 10%. Another 10%," I demanded.

The length of my hand did not increase, but my hand grew to be a blunt ball of feeling inside her. With another ten percent, it grew hard to move my fist inside her, but the sounds we made as I did so were the most exciting and obscene sounds I have ever heard.

When I ordered another ten percent, Kes froze, her head rigid in the air, both hands gripping hard enough to dent my holo-arm. Then she rolled us both onto her side, one leg and arm waving in the air. Her other hand held me immobile, and the sounds of sex grew louder. She whipped her groin onto my hand three, six, nine dozen times.

Until she went unconscious. She awoke in my arms, my dry kisses in her white blond mane. The computer took that moment to remind us we had five minutes before we were supposed to vacate the holodeck.

I helped her stagger back into her clothes, helped her become presentable. Watched her leave my kisses to turn and approach the holodeck door. Then I disappeared back to the Sickbay.

I kissed Kes as she carefully walked back into the Sickbay, Loving her smile. She walked to my almost-corpse, still on it's BioBed. Kes was still smiling.

"Computer -- reawaken Patient Doctor Denara Pell's sense of touch and smell for an interval not to exceed four minutes." I was uneasy, but Kes reminded me my body was safe to touch.

Or kiss.

I could feel it. I could TASTE it. I tasted that little bit of her. Really tasted.

Then, with a careful eye on the Sickbay door, she groped her hand under her skirt, lifting it. She slid her hand to her crotch. She was -- doing something obscene, I could tell that.

She brought her hand out, and I realized I could see the sheen of moisture on her fingers. She brought them to my decaying nose.

I could smell the shining glorious essence of Kes, dear, dear sweet Kes, my love.

Then I tasted her.

The mixtures, the scents, the flavors, the love! At that moment I could have finally died, died happy, the best part of my life behind me, nothing to look forward to but a messy death.

But I could not. I decided, right there and then, to live. With the scent of sex, the smell of my love on my functioning tongue.

I would live, now, it had been decided. Kes might have given me no charity by prompting that decision. But it was done. I walked to her, to hold her at the foot of my rotted flesh, my ugliness. To kiss her and still smell and taste her love on my lips.

She had allowed me to taste and smell her, again and again. Even I had licked my comatose bodies lips, giving to myself the taste of Kes I still had on my tongue and lips. So beautiful her taste, her scent, her comings.

I knew it was her when she returned that night. She HAD to come back. But she was not alone, though I knew of the other person.

"Denn, my friend and I have done some swapping and trading for three hours on the holodeck. Would you like to join us?"

I had to smile, willing my clothes away so my new guest might preview my attributes. Some of them. I'd envied Kes' friend from the first time I ever saw her. So small and trim, so forceful, so commanding a persona, so lovely, so warm a smile. We didn't have red hair on Vidiia either.

Captain Janeway tilted an off-center smile at me before so many of her teeth finally showed in a bigger smile. Holding out her arms. To me.

"Kes has told me so much about you, Doctor Pell. I look forward to discovering whether or not you can live up to her praises." I'd never made love to a red-haired woman before. I wonder if it would be more exciting than loving a divine little blond?

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