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A Thing Done Properly
Kathryn Janeway stood next to her freind 'Ensign' Seven of Nine on the transporter pad of the
Relativity and silently congratulated herself on a job well done. She was more than happy to
take the First Officer's advice about avoiding time travel from now on, the whole concept gave
her a headache and she couldn't wait to get back to her own time and forget all about it.
When the corridor outside her quarters solidified around her the captain breathed a sigh of relief and stepped towards the familiar doors, frowning as she entered and found she had forgotten to turn off the lights that morning. Stripping off her jacket, she slumped down on the couch and bent forward to remove her boots but, half way though the operation she suddenly froze as a crash emanated from the bathroom, followed by a loud cry of "Damn it!" from a husky female voice. Kathryn sprang to her feet, shoving the left one firmly back down into her boot, and grabbed her phaser as she headed towards the bathroom door. She stood for a moment, listening for further signs of the intruder, and was dismayed to hear someone moving about and the sound of running water. Instinctively, the captain's hand flicked up to tap her chest and call Tuvok before she remembered that she had removed her jacket. Keeping her phaser trained on the bathroom door, she backed up towards the sofa where she had left it, the commbadge glittering in the suffused light, but as she reached out to touch it the doors of the bathroom swished gently open and through them stepped a naked Kathryn Janeway. * * * * * * Kathryn stopped dead in her tracks, her hand automatically moving up to her commbadge. Realising
that she had left it in the bedroom when she had undressed for her bath, however, her hand dropped
futilely to her side as she stared at the intruder. For what seemed like an age there was complete,
stunned silence, with not even the sound of breathing to break it, and then the naked woman found
her voice. "Who are you?" she demmanded in a voice softened by shock.
* * * * * * Aboard the Federation Timeship Relativity, the acting captain was not a happy man. "Missed!"
he fumed, glaring at the young ensign that had given him the news, "What do you mean, we missed?
How?"
"I don't know, sir," stammered the woman, "there appears to have been some kind of malfunction
in the temporal targeters. We've sent Janeway back an hour too late and we've lost contact."
* * * * * * When Kathryn was dressed and had handed Janeway a much needed cup of coffee, she sat in her armchair and drew her bare feet up under her. "Well, it makes as much sense as any other explanation," she agreed, taking a sip of her soothing dark coffee, "do you think the Relativity are aware of their mistake?""Oh, I'm sure they are," replied Janeway, "and that commander did seem extremely competent. I think they'll work it out. In any case, there's nothing we can do about it, is there?" "No, I suppose not," Kathryn laughed, considerably more relaxed now she had established that her guest really was who she claimed to be. "I think the less we meddle with temporal matters the better, it always seems to get us into trouble, doesn't it?" she grinned, "let's just allow them to do their job and keep you out of sight until they sort it out." "Agreed" said Janeway, returning the smile. The two spent a pleasant evening discussing all manner of topics from the perils of time travel to the virtues of Ktarian Merlot. They talked about their fears for the future of Voyager and her crew, their guilt over stranding the ship here in the Delta Quadrant, their pride in the the crew's accomplishments. They spoke about their childhood, the friends and family they had left behind in the Alpha Quadrant, their lonliness. As they spoke they came to realise that they could have absolutely no secrets from eachother, that they could at last voice their true feelings about all sorts of things without consequences. Issues and feelings that had been hidden beneath layers of discipline for years, out of fear, or duty, or guilt, could be spoken of honestly and without hesitation. It felt so good finally to have someone to really talk to, it was cathartic and relaxing at the same time and the relaxing side of the experience was considerably helped by the couple of bottles of wine that they consumed between them. Kathryn stood to replicate another bottle, swaying slightly as her head tried to catch up with
the rest of her body. Half way to her goal she stubbed her naked toe against the leg of a table and
swore loudly, hopping about as she clutched at the abused digit.
Kathryn retrieved the bottle and wended her way unsteadily back towards Janeway, sitting next
to her on the oversized sofa. Suddenly a rather pleasing thought occured to her and she eyed her
counterpart dreamily, raking her eyes over the lithe form before her. "We should experiment
with that" she said as she poured another glass.
Langourously they explored the strange phenomenon, trailing hands and fingers and tongues
slowly over their own and their counterpart's bodies. When they kissed, the effect was miraculous.
They seemed to be sharing eachother's experiences as well as their own, doubling the sensations
produced. Kathryn trailed her lips down Janeway's throat, leaving little kisses along the way, as
she gently pushed the woman back onto the sofa. "Isn't this....a little...narcissistic?" Janeway
murmurred, giggling deep in her throat as Kathryn bit softly into it.
"Maybe," came the muffled reply, "but it's really just...an exaggerated form of...masturbation, isn't it?"
She raised her head to look into Janeway's eyes and asked "is it too bizzarre?"
Quite soon they found themselves in the bedroom, standing naked before eachother and running
hungry eyes over their bodies. Eventually, Janeway stepped forward and placed her hands on Kathryn's
chest, gasping as she felt the touch on her own flesh. Gently, she pushed Kathryn backwards towards
the bed and when the woman sat and lay down, she crawled up next to her and began to caress her
breasts, her sides, her abdomen, her thighs. "Turn over" she whispered and Kathryn obeyed, resting
her cheek on her crossed forearms. Janeway lightly traced the silvery lines of the Cardassian
lash marks that had adorned her back for the last twenty years. "I always wondered what this
looked like," she said with an ironic little smile, "I guess it's not as bad as I imagined."
Janeway eased Kathryn down onto her back and lowered herself on top of her. She dipped her head down and took a stiffened nipple gently into her mouth, crying out as she felt lips on her own nipple and knowing that Kathryn's tongue tingled maddeningly, because her own did. "Oh God!" gasped Kathryn as Janeway began to suck in earnest and she grasped the auburn head tightly to her, feeling strong fingers digging into the back of her own head. Realising that this experience could easily become overwhelming, both Kathryn Janeways tried to keep their caresses and kisses gentle. But the sensations were so intense, so strong, that neither of them were able to keep a lid on their passion. Soon they were rolling around the bed in a frenzy of desire, desperately clutching, biting and thrusting into eachother with complete abandon, hardly able to breathe for the pressure building inside them. They seemed to move in unison, in total harmony, mirroring eachother's actions. When they began softly rubbing at eachother's engorged clits, they cried out together, feeling the double intesity of their movements as if it were a searing fire. Their sweaty bodies crashed together as they entered eachother simultaneously, screaming out with the sweet agony of it. Kneeling face to face, their fingers pounding deep inside eachother, they panted through another searing kiss. Tears ran down their cheeks as they grabbed eachother into a wrenching embrace. They knew that the approaching orgasm would be almost unbearable in its intesity but they craved it desperately. Shaking violently and crying out with every thrust, they held eachother, each sure that the arm clasped around them was the only thing holding them together. It was as if they had a vulcano iside them, getting ready for a mighty erruption, bubbling hotter and hotter. The pressure grew and grew, became insupportable until, with a heart-stopping force, the final explosion came and they flung back their heads and screamed as they each shook with the power not only of their own release but eachother's. The aftershocks of the vulcanic erruption rocked their slight bodies for minutes as they held eachother in a tight embrace and sobbed into eachother's damp necks. As the spasms began to abate, they collapsed onto the bed and lay entwined, their breathing slowly calming. A few minutes later, when they were peaceful again, they opened their eyes and smiled wearily
at eachother. "That was certainly worth waiting for" observed Kathryn as she tenderly stroked
her lover's cheek.
* * * * * * "Finally!" exclaimed the commander of the Relativity with a relieved sigh as he was able to relax for the first time all day. "Can we merge them without having to bring them back here?""Yes, sir" replied the exhausted ensign. "Good, then let's do it." The young ensign's fingers flew over the console and initiated the merging process. "Sir" she asked, "will she remember anything?" "I'm not sure," the older man replied, "possibly. But I'm sure she has the sense to keep her mouth shut." And on the captain of Voyager's bed, two sleeping forms merged into one. The End SW
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