The Cha Club Valentine Challenge
Disclaimer: As is the usual Paramount own the Star Trek Universe and I just
borrow the characters. They are returned at the end of each story. Maybe a
bit battered but returned all the same.
Ok here is the Haggis attempt at the Valentine challenge.
Must include 'rose', 'chocolate',
'oyster', 'whips', 'chains', 'Bridge', 'orgasm', 'turbolift', 'red', 'blue',
'white', 'rainbow', 'art'.
Dedicated to Meg and Robin
Just Another Day
Tom sat in the mess hall and stared out the window at the nebula hanging in
space. He watched as it changed to take in all the colours of the rainbow. A
work of art by Gods hand if that was, he believed in God.
In the background Neelix sang happily to himself while he bustled about. "It's
Valentines Day today Tom" he said as he dropped a posy of white and red roses
into the centre of the table where Tom sat. "I found the reference to St
Valentine in the ships data banks and you know me, moral officers have a duty
to keep the crew happy. What do you think?"
"About what?" Tom said vaguely.
Neeix grabbed the arm of the pilot and indicated for him to follow him. Tom
just sighed, and rose to his feet.
He followed Neelix into the small kitchen, trays of oysters sitting in their
shells and rich dark chocolates in the shape of hearts were all ready to
greet the crew when they arrived.
"Very nice," Tom said quietly, "you always do well Neelix. The crew will love
this."
"Will you and the commander be joining us?" The Talaxian enquired.
"I'm not sure Neelix, I don't know what Chakotay has in mind for today." With
a half hearted smile Tom turned and left Neelix to continue with his
preparations.
He stepped into the turbolift.
"Deck 5," he said quietly, and then continued "computer what time is it?"
"The time is 1415 hours."
"Shit, Chakotay will be finished his bridge duty in 45 minutes." Tom said out
loud to himself.
He made his way along the corridor, stopping outside one of the doors he
reluctantly keyed in the access code to the quarters he shared with Chakotay.
"Computer lights 50 per cent." Tom watched as the dark quarters lit up in
front of him.
A moment of fear hit him then left as quickly as it had arrived. Taking a
deep breath he made his way to the bathroom. He carefully removed his
clothing trying not to put pressure on the black blue bruises that covered
his torso and inner thigh's and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt
good on his skin, he could have stood there all day but Chakotay would be
home soon and he would be prepared.
He did not bother to dress. There was no point and it would only anger
Chakotay if he was made to wait. Checking the time again he made is way
quickly to the bedroom. He pulled a small case from the wardrobe and laid it
on the bed. He didn't want to open it but if things were not as Chakotay
liked, it would be all the worse for him he knew. Sighing he lifted the lid
of the case and stared at the contents. A variety of whips, chains and a
Klingon pain stick lay inside. Tom placed each item on the bed. Chakotay
would choose which he would use when he arrived. And that depended as always
on his mood. If he had had a rough time on duty Tom would have a rough time
at Chakotay's hand. If Chakotay had had a good shift then perhaps Tom would
not be hurt so badly. Sighing again he moved to the bed table opening the
drawer he lifted out the dermal regenerator and the tube of lubricant. They
to were placed on the bed. And now Tom sat and waited, if he was not too
badly hurt and Chacotay was pleased enough with the way Tom brought him to
orgasm he may get to join the others at the Valentine's celebration. Chakotay
would be at his side. To the crew the perfect couple, celebrating their love.
But to Tom it would be just another day.
HEY NOBODY SAID IT HAD TO BE NICE.