| A “Forceful Working” Disclaimer: Not mine, ok? Rating: NC17 Code: Janeway and Jaffen!!! Episode addition to “Workforce”, in case, like me, you were wondering exactly what did happen between the burnt dinner scene and the scene where Janeway staggeringly brings Jaffen his coffee!!!! Jaffen sat waiting, elbows on the table, fingers pressed together, the un-disguisable aroma of something burning wafting through the air and invading his nose. “Smells good,” he commented wryly. Kathryn came trotting out from the kitchen area holding a serving plate. “It’s only burnt on the outside.” She placed ‘dinner’ on the table. “Your cooking console’s temperamental huh?” she asked, slicing off a portion and placing it in front of him. “You tried talking to it?” he asked light-heartedly, still wondering just what it was she had prepared. Her constant running back and forth was beginning to make him dizzy and he was glad when she finally sat down in front of him, although the continual knife twirling was worrying. “Once I cut off the charred part I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said breathlessly. With bracing gusto he speared a forkful, pushed it into his mouth and began to chew. He wanted to spit it out. It was quite possibly the worst thing he’d ever tasted, but one look into her trusting, openly hopeful face and he was lost. “It’s good,” he lied. “Really?” her face shone with delight. It was no use. Despite his best efforts, there was no way his throat would allow him to swallow the … the … ‘What the hell is it?’ he thought, shaking his head sadly and admitting the truth. Her smile disappeared. “Lets go,” she told him, leaping up from the table and heading for the door. “Where?” he asked, spitting the remains into his napkin. “I promised you dinner, we’ll just have to get it somewhere else,” she replied, grabbing her shawl from the couch and throwing it around her shoulders. Jaffen jumped up from his chair, “Wait!” He caught her arm, bringing her close to him. “I’m not really hungry, are you?” he said, struggling to think clearly, his mind flooding with images of what he would like to do to this delicious creature. Kathryn shook her head, her gaze dropping from his eyes to his lips, as she answered him in a husky voice, “No.” His skin burnt from where her palms rested against his chest, and his tone became almost pleading, “Lets stay here …” Kathryn let her body answer for her, throwing her arms around his neck and melting into his crushing kiss. Mouths opened and tongues explored, tasting, teasing, entwining and Jaffen groaned from the intensity of it. His hands moved to cup her rear, softly squeezing her rounded buttocks and feeling her sigh from the contact. She felt good in his arms and he wanted her, every part of her. “If this is moving too fast … we can slow things …” he began, tearing his lips away from hers. “To hell with slow,” she breathed, pulling him down for another probing kiss, her tongue invading his warmth. Kathryn pressed herself further into his firm chest, relishing in the way her nipples puckered and strained from the contact. A low moan escaped her, as Jaffen’s hands ground her hips against his growing erection. Strong hands began sliding her jersey dress upwards, caressing her shapely thighs, inching higher and higher. Again she moaned, encouraging them to move faster, desperate to feel them on her flushed skin. Jaffen’s lips worked over her jaw towards her neck, nuzzling and kissing, whilst his hands continued to glide upwards. He felt the muscles in her bottom clench as his fingers brushed over the thin lace of her panties, then heard her gasp as they wandered between them, brushing the delicate skin under her breasts. Her body ached, hips gyrating against his, fingers tugging at his distinguished silver-grey hair. “Oh God …” she croaked, feeling his teeth nip at the skin under her ear. The woollen dress was waist high and Jaffen’s hands were free to roam over her upper body, tormenting her, circling the places she needed attention. Suddenly he covered her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs flicking her nipples through the fabric of her bra. A shudder ran through her. “Don’t tease,” she begged, her nails digging into his nape. Jaffen swiftly opened the front fastener on her bra and caught both breasts in his palms massaging them urgently. Demanding fingers sought out her erect peaks, twisting them, pulling them, rolling them, his mouth swallowing her passionate pleas, as he continued in his manipulations. The yanked-up dress caused the cool air to hit Kathryn’s hot skin, making her shiver slightly, although she barely noticed, her mind too consumed with arousal and need. It had been a long time since her body burned from another’s caress. Kathryn’s slim, insistent fingers found the zipper to his pants and released his throbbing penis, causing Jaffen to softly groan and thrust himself involuntarily into her hand. Eagerly she stroked him, pulsing his length, gauging his size. Although not overly thick, he was magnificently long and Kathryn’s loins unleashed a fresh rush of liquid in excited anticipation, further wetting her already sodden panties. “Now … now …” she begged. “Kathryn … Kathryn …” he murmured, walking her backwards until they stumbled into the door, almost tripping over her shawl, which had fallen during their frantic explorations. As their mouths repeatedly captured one another, their hands worked together furiously; his snatching away her wet panties, and hers jerking his pants and briefs down to his thighs. There was no time to remove any more clothing, both far too eager and zealous to slow the tempo. Kathryn wrapped a creamy-white thigh around Jaffen’s waist, grinding her sex over his. He felt her juices coating him and smelt the sweetness of her heightened arousal, making his hardness swell and twitch impatiently. As Jaffen desperately plundered her mouth, his fingers trailed through her moist curls, gliding between her swollen folds, before parting her and thrusting a thick digit inside. Kathryn broke away from the kiss, moaning out, rocking crazily against his hand. “Oh yessss, yesssss … that feels so good …” she mewed. Encouraged, Jaffen pushed another finger in beside the first, pumping both rhythmically, his thumb moving to cover her most sensitive spot, pressing and circling it. Kathryn’s thigh tightened on his waist and her whole body tensed in preparation for the shockwave that was soon going to crash over her. It was already rising in the pit of her belly, an overwhelming desperation that threatened to consume her. Jaffen drove her on, his fingers moving in and out of her slickness, thumb frantically swirling over her clitoris, finger and thumb still tugging and twisting her nipple. Kathryn came violently, howling and calling his name, her hips bucking, head thrashing from side to side, gorging his neck with her nails. While the after-effects of her climax continued to course through her small body, Jaffen gently removed his fingers and, supporting her under her buttocks, lifted Kathryn. His hot erection probed briefly at her opening before plunging inside in one deep stroke. A cry filled the room, not of pain, but desire, as Kathryn felt him push into her contracting vagina, the sensation driving her upwards again. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her, drawing him deeper. “Harder … Harder,” she panted. Jaffen groaned as her tightness enveloped and squeezed him. He couldn’t hang back, his body’s urges were too strong to deny. His cock ached from being sheathed in her welcoming heat. Faster and faster he thrust into her, burying himself so deep he could feel his tip hitting her cervix with every stroke. Kathryn’s shoulders and back slammed repeatedly against the door and she knew at the back of her mind she would carry the bruises from his wild, possessed lovemaking. However, at that moment, all she felt was Jaffen and the sensation of being filled by him. A very feminine cry echoed around the sparse room as Kathryn climaxed again, the friction from their joining torturing her into release. “Oh God … Yessss … Yessss …” she screamed. Her clenching muscles and passionate yells drove Jaffen over the edge, making him call out as he pounded into her furiously. Ejaculating in hot spurts, he emptied himself within her, feeling her inner walls milking him, ensuring there was nothing left. One final plunge and it was over and his head dropped into the crook of her shoulder. “Kathryn,” he murmured, trying to catch his breath. “Oh,” she gasped. After a beat she added, “How about next time we try to make it into the bedroom?” a deep laugh resonated through her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen so quickly …” “Ssh, it happened exactly how I wanted it to,” she interrupted. He smiled at her then kissed her, slowly, savouring the taste as her lips parted and her tongue lazily drew his back into her mouth. “I’m not as young as I used to be,” he said apologetically. “Neither am I … and I think I’m getting cramp!” she moaned easing her legs to the floor and feeling Jaffen’s flaccid penis slip out of her. A gush of fluid ran down her thighs, hot and sticky. “I also think I need the bathroom,” she added, with a shy, half-smile. Jaffen’s eyes caught hers, “Kathryn, I … there’s something I want to say …” he tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat. “You don’t have to say it,” she told him, shaking her head and putting a finger on his lips. “We’ve still got the rest of the night.” Jaffen kissed the silencing finger, pleased that Kathryn was happy to stay with him tonight. After tonight? Well, they would have to see. Kathryn smoothed down her dress and picked up her discarded panties, holding them tightly in a balled fist, her cheeks blushing. She always hated this side of intimacy with a new partner, the messy practicalities, and the hunt to retrieve one’s desire-strewn underwear. Gingerly she made her way to Jaffen’s neatly organised bathroom and entered, locking the door after her. The reflection in the mirror showed a woman flushed with sexual fulfilment, skin glowing, hair mussed, eyes bright and shining. She felt alive, but tender, in places long forgotten. Sitting on the toilet, Kathryn felt her and Jaffen’s combined releases trickle out and waited a moment before rising, with a slight protesting moan. Damping a tissue with warm water, Kathryn sponged at her sticky thighs, cleaning herself thoroughly, including the triangular patch of auburn curls. Once she had completed her washing, Kathryn pulled on her panties and studied her reflection again. “Not too bad, old girl,” she chuckled, “Ready for round two …” She smiled at the thought of making love with Jaffen again and opened the door. “Jaffen? Would you like a hot drink before going to bed?” she called, walking into the kitchen and setting about making him a coffee – another thing she was damn good at The End |
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