by Merri Wyllow
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Voyager, Commander Chakotay, Ensign Kim, The Doctor and most of the other stuff in this story are the belongings of Paramount. Ensign Gresham and the events of this story are mine. If anyone thinks this story is worth money, please tell me. But Paramount, please do not worry -- I will be too busy rolling on the floor laughing to cash in on it.
WARNING: The following story depicts consensual sex between two adults. If you are younger than 18, or if you are likely to be offended by such depiction, please DO NOT continue reading.
PADDs were stacked everywhere, on the table, on the floor, on the chairs. Such a mountain of information to pile through, and they had been at it for days. Two ensigns looked as though they themselves had been carelessly strewn about Ensign Gresham's quarters. Blake Gresham sat on the floor leaning against the sofa that Harry Kim stretched out on. Their uniform jackets lay over the one arm of the sofa.
It had started with an idea that Gresham had mentioned to Kim. Harry had been cross-training with the sole surviving logistics engineer when he mentioned the difficulties of developing and using transwarp technology. It was possible. Other species had developed it. But Voyager simply was not constructed with transwarp travel in mind. Voyager could not withstand the phenomenal pressures associated with transwarp speeds. Blake had remembered reading an old treatise on structural reinforcements that she was sure would shed light on the problem. Her problem was that she couldn't remember what article or author it was from.
So the voluptuous, green-eyed ensign with long curly brunette hair holed herself up in her quarters, searching and trying to jog her memory. When Harry stopped by to ask why she hadn't shown up for their next training session, he got pulled in to the search as well. Every off duty moment was spent combing old files. They had gotten through 3 days of their search on coffee - the Captain's special blend. But now their energy was lagging in spite of mega-doses of caffeine.
Blake stood up and walked to the replicator. "All that coffee is making me dehydrated. I need some water. Harry, you want anything?" He responded, "Ice water sounds good to me too. Thanks."
Blake ordered, "Computer, a pitcher of water, 5ēC. With ice. Two glasses."
As the replicator complied, Bake set the pitcher and glasses on her desk. Harry got off the sofa while she was pouring the water. They both took long pulls out of their glasses and sighed simultaneously. Looking into each other's eyes they started giggling. The giggling led to choking and then to more giggling.
"Gresham, are you trying to kill me?" Kim asked as soon as he had breath to do so.
"Well, now that you mention it, I have gotten lonely down there in logistics by myself. I figured with you dead, the Captain would put me in charge of Ops, and I'd be on the bridge among people."
"You, lonely? With half of Security chasing you?"
Blake threw what was left of her water at Harry's face. The shock of the cold blazed in his brown-black eyes, and in startlement Harry dropped his glass. The ice cold water fell on Blake's chest, causing her nipples to stand out hard. He grabbed for her arms. "Now I know why Security is after you, Minx."
"Ha! And what do you think you can do about this?"
"Only one thing comes to mind." Harry pulled her closer to him and kissed her.
Harry's hands caressed Blake's arms as they kissed and Blake stroked up and down his back. Their mouths opened and their tongues began tracing around one another. Harry pushed her against the desk, pressing their hips together. She felt his erection pulse into life and her hands tugged at his undershirt.
Eyes fixed in the other's, they broke apart. Clothes went flying.
She gently grasped his hard shaft in one hand and with the other guided him back toward the desk. He throbbed into her hand as she ran it up and down. Harry sat on the edge of the desk and she pushed him so that he lay across it. He brushed his fingertips over her painfully tightened nipples then his hands traced around her breasts, tickling the sensitive skin over her ribs.
Blake straddled Harry's legs and her moist center teased the tip of his cock. Her hand brought his cock into contact with her pleasure center. Stroking it back and forth between the lips of her vulva then up around her clitoris spread slick wetness all over. Blake gasped for air as she finally guided the shaft into herself. Clenching her inner muscles tight as she sank onto him made him groan and close his eyes. Momentarily he lost contact with her breasts then carefully his fingers caressed circles around them, inching closer to her nipples. Leaning over him on one arm, Blake rocked her hips up and down his cock while she rubbed her clitoris to the same rhythm. Harry reached up, caught a tangle of long hair in his hand and brought her lips to his for a long kiss.
As his tongue invaded her mouth, his hands stroked down her back, tracing circles over her spine and ribs. Reaching her buttocks, first he tickled her then he grasped a cheek in each hand, pulling her hips down over his shaft harder and faster, assuming control of their rhythm.
Their communicators beeped from the sofa where their jackets lay. They did not hear. The communicators beeped several more times. The two ensigns thrust their hips together over and over, their motion quickening the pace of their desire. Moaning, their voices became a duet of pleasure.
The door chimed. But they were too wrapped up in each other to care. A second chime. No response.
Outside the door, Commander Chakotay hailed Sickbay. "Doctor, please monitor the vital signs of Ensigns Gresham and Kim. They are both late for duty shifts and according to the computer are in Gresham's quarters, not responding to hails."
"Certainly Commander. Both show elevated heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, and hormone levels. Either they are having an allergic reaction to some unknown agent or they are having sex," the Doctor replied.
"Thank you, Doctor." A weary look of discomfort crossed the First Officer's face as he keyed in his override codes and opened the door. The sounds he heard as he stepped into the room confirmed Chakotay's suspicions. For lack of anything better to say, he asked in a stern voice, "What is going on here? You are both late for duty!"
Harry looked up at the Commander, "I'm sorry... Com, Commander... I can't stop," panting between words.
Chakotay took a closer look at Blake's curvey backside, and what was visible of Harry. Seeing skin that was mottled rather than flushed, he quickly decided that the Doctor's other option must be true as well. He picked up the pitcher of water, and sniffed at it. Something wasn't right. "Medical emergency in Ensign Gresham's quarters, three to beam directly to sickbay!"