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 my mother, if you are younger than 18, or if you are likely to be offended by such depiction, please DO NOT continue reading.
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The Doctor looked puzzled as he spoke. "Captain, I have yet to isolate the culprit compound in that pitcher of water. But the reaction was certainly akin to a massive allergy attack. Allergenic substances have been known to cause irrational behavior in otherwise responsible people. Alcohol, for instance, was proven centuries ago to be allergenic to many of those who are most likely to become addicted to it."
Captain Janeway levelled a glare at the EMH. "Doctor, do you mean to tell me that three of my officers are addicted to water?"
"Not exactly, Captain. Analysis confirms the presence of organic compounds in the water. But nothing that corresponds to any known substance. In order to get that much information, I had to resort to an old-fashioned mass-spectrograph, and that could give me no further details than I have already shared with you.
"And, there is another complication. Whatever is in that water had a powerful effect not only psychologically but physiologically as well. Ensign Gresham is still in a bit of shock and she asked me to inform you...."
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Harry found Blake in the hydroponics bay. She sat on the floor in a back corner. Blake's eyes met Harry's but she kept silence. He didn't speak as he leaned against the wall and slid to a sitting position next to her.
The silence lasted for a few minutes. At length Harry asked, "Blake, are you alright? I thought we were supposed to be taking it easy for a few days."
Without looking at him, Blake shrugged her shoulders. "The Doctor spoke to you?"
"Yes. I looked for you in your quarters, figuring you would be in bed."
"I'm not sick, I'm just pregnant. Besides, my place is too much of a mess. I can't think in there. And I... just don't want to be there right now."
Harry paused a full minute before speaking again. "Are you... Will you... I don't even know how to ask this...." His voice trailed off.
"If you mean, am I going to have the baby, the answer is yes. I hope that doesn't bother you," Her voice was barely audible as she said it.
"Bother me? No, I'm glad. But can we go somewhere? We have a lot to talk about. If we go to your quarters, I can help you clean up."
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Harry picked up two more PADDs and put them in a box. Sitting on the floor in Gresham's quarters, he looked up at Blake and said, "Look, however it happened, we have a responsibility to work together. And I'm not going to let you raise my son alone."
Blake continued scrubbing the surface of the desk as she said, "There isn't enough between us to make a marriage. Wouldn't it be more honest to leave things as they are? We can work out something... maybe we can work opposite shifts. Then we don't have to worry about who will care for him when we are on duty."
"Not enough to make a marriage?"
"We had sex. Once. That doesn't make us a family."
"No. We are having a child together. We already are a family." Harry did not move while he said this. He stared hard at Blake as he spoke.
Blake's voice shook with her words. "What do you want me to say? I am so far out of my depth, I'm not even in the same swimming pool. I don't know what to make of what happened the other night. I have never done anything like that. Ever. Not remotely like it. Having sex just with you would be enough to think about but then the Commander as well... It wasn't supposed to be like this.
"Harry, I don't expect you to believe this, but that was my first time..."
He interrupted her, speaking quietly but firmly, "I know. I could tell. I thought you and Vorches back at the academy..."
"That's why you want us to get married, isn't it? Some antiquated, misguided sense of chivalry or... or possessiveness. Either way, it all boils down to sex. That's not enough to build a marriage. And there isn't anything else between us."
"There is more than just sex. I don't know what this is, but when the doctor told me, what I felt was a profound, elemental, maybe even mystical rightness. I need to be with you. Not just today, not just for the baby, I need to be with you. Yes, I feel possessive, and I hate myself for feeling that way. But there is more than that.
"When I think about all the possibilities and uncertainties of life, I dream of weathering them with you. I keep thinking how wonderful it would be to face trouble with you. This may sound weird, but even dying seems appealing to me, if I can die with you. Tell me that is just sex."
"I'm afraid."
He asked, "Why did you wait so long?"
"When I was with Vorches, it was always, 'when he wants it, she doesn't - when she wants it, he doesn't'. And for as much as he hurt me, for a long time, I couldn't stand the thought of touching anyone else. By the time I finally got over him, we were in the delta quadrant. And until the other night, I didn't really click with anyone on Voyager." She began laughing harshly, "Looks like I made up for it in a big way."
Harry led her to the sofa. When Blake sat down, he walked around behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. He worked her muscles down her arms and stroked his thumbs along her spine.
As Blake relaxed into his touch, Harry said, "You may be afraid to try to have a relationship with me, but part of you at least wants to. Otherwise, you would have ended this discussion long ago. Look at me and tell me I'm wrong." He kissed the back of her neck, just where the neck meets the hairline. Harry carefully pulled her long hair out of its twist atop her head.
She turned and met his eyes. "I'm afraid."
"I know. But do you really want fear to keep you from making a warm, safe, loving home for yourself and your child? Is fear really what you want to control this decision? Wouldn't it be better to at least try?"
"You are right. We have to try. But I hate knowing that somehow, someday, it will all crash and burn."
"No. We won't let that happen. We take one hurdle at a time, and we will make it work." He leaned over the back of the sofa and gently brushed his lips against hers. Then he stepped away and walked to the door. "I think it is time to get some rest. I love you. This isn't how I wanted things to begin, but I love you and I want nothing more than to build a life with you."
"Wait," Blake whispered in an urgent voice, "Stay the night."
She stood up and met him in the middle of the room. Blake leaned into him, nuzzling his ear. Whispering, she said, "In the morning, we should ask the captain what this ship has to offer in the way of Married Officer's Quarters."
"You're in charge of Logistics, don't you know?" Harry smiled as he answered.
"Oh I have a few ideas, but just now, I don't want to test the Captain's patience by rushing something past her. I think she had a few more conversations of the kind no one wants to have this week than are good for her. Or for us."
He began caressing her face, teasing her lips with his. Her arms snaked up his back and wrapped around his neck, stroking the nape. They opened their lips, and the teasing moved to their tongues.
One step at a time, Blake led Harry back to her bed. The nearer they got to the bed, the more enveloped in each other they were. Suddenly Blake's legs bumped into it and she lost her balance. Quickly she clutched at Harry, bringing him down on top of her. Giggling between quick kisses, they undid one another's clothing. Harry rolled away from her for a moment to pull her uniform off her.
A wicked grin grew on Blake's face as she spoke, "Stand up and strip, Ensign, I want to watch."
He paused for a moment as his erection hardened further.
"Now, Ensign, that's an order," Blake giggled, ruining her attempt to sound stern.
Harry stood. He quickly removed his jacket and shirt. Kicking off his boots, he slid his pants down and stepped out of them.
Blake sat up and reached for him. She stroked his shaft with her hand, and tickled around the head with her tongue.
He gasped, "Where did you learn that?"
"I read. A lot. Mostly archives from the old earth globalnet. Very educational," she purred.
"Mmmmyes, I'll bet."
Taking his cock deep into her mouth, she drew slowly off, pressing her tongue firmly along the shaft. Deeper into her mouth she took him, drawing more slowly off, and again deeper.
He gently took her face between his hands, and kissed her. Then he pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head, and knelt between her knees. Kissing her deeply, madly, he held her hands in one of his own. With the other, he traced patterns into the skin over her ribs. Later remembering, she would realize that he had written "I love you" on her flesh.
Ever so gently, Harry brushed his finger tips over her breast, circling ever nearer to her tightened nipple. Then he reached down with his lips to suckle at her breast, slowly taking in more of her, caressing her with his tongue. She moaned softly under him. He let go of her hands, and began to stroke her other breast. Then he suckled at this one too. Her hands wound themselves into his hair. He began to graze his teeth carefully over her nipple, bringing a gasp of delight from her.
Tracing down her belly with his lips, Harry nipped at her navel and and drew circles around it with his tongue. He slowly nibbled his way down her right leg.
Catching her foot in his hands, he began stroking the sole, pressing with particular care at pressure points connected to arrousal. The burning, cold, tingling sensation that travelled up the inside of her thighs to her center made Blake pant, tiny moans escaping her with each breath.
He ran his hands up her leg, gently brushing against her skin. When he reached the top of her thigh, he again kissed her navel, and licked a line down to her mound. One quick stroke at her clitoris, and he started kissing his way down her left leg.
Again he massaged her foot, and this time the pressure made her pant, "Please, now, don't wait any more!"
Sliding up her legs, he settled his body between her thighs. Very slowly, he dipped a finger into the moisture, and traced around her vulva. The line began and ended at her clitoris, making her shudder in pleasure.
Again she begged, "Please, Harry, I need you inside me, now. Please."
Slowly he guided his cock into her, slowly pushing into her until he felt her cervix. Blake's inner muscles tightened in response, and she heaved a deep sigh as he entered her. He eased back out, and pushed in.
As if of their own accord, her knees lifted, and her ankles locked behind his ass. He thrust into her again and again, the pace quickening. She began pulling him in faster with her legs. Their hips thrust together and every stroke brought a cry from both of them. Soon they were groaning together continuously, ragged breaths interupting.
Hips colliding hard and fast, their cries got louder until suddenly release came, and all was ragged breathing.
Harry collapsed onto Blake, and with his last waking thought, rolled them onto their sides. They slept tangled together.