Keeping Quiet

Summary: Seven and the Captain are busy in her ready room. Chakotay comes looking for Seven. Can the Janeway keep quiet enough until he leaves?

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction, and is meant for entertainment purposes only. I have no ownership of Star Trek, the Voyager series, its characters or plot, etc.

Author's Note: This piece is one part of two, but can be read as a one-shot. It takes place in an AU where "Endgame" never occurred. It contains femmeslash and is rated M for graphic sexual content. Do not continue if this is not to your liking.

Part One: A Headache

Captain Janeway's knuckles were white, grasping desperately to the couch beneath her. Her head was thrown back, her chest heaving between stifled gasps. Janeway's face was flush with her eyes closed tightly. A drop of blood seeped from her lower lip, as she bit down, trying to hold in a husky moan

"Oh! Seven!" she muttered, her eyes opening suddenly and her hips bucking up into the blonde's hot mouth. "Yes!"

Seven responded by plunging her tongue deep into the Captain's opening. The auburn haired woman tossed her head back once again, a throaty moan erupting out of her. Seven's pace quickened, causing the Captain's eyes to roll back in her head. Then the door chimed.

Janeway sat up, her face as white as a sheet. She grasped Seven's head as if to rip her from between her legs. But Seven grasped her by the ass with both hands, pushing her mouth hard against Janeway's center.

"What—is it?" Janeway gasped, gritting her teeth hard. "I do not wish—to be disturbed."

"It's Seven…" Chakotay said over the comm., though she could hear him talking outside the locked ready room door. "… when I went to find her she had left her comm. badge in Astrometrics… but she is no where to be found."

"Is it an emerg—ency?" Janeway said, trying and failing yet again to pull Seven off of her.

"No…" Chakotay said sounding concerned. "It's just that…"

Janeway started to shiver. She dug her nails into Seven's scalp greedily, pressing her harder against her throbbing core. Her toes curled in her shoes, her legs struggling to part with her pants still at her ankles.

"Captain?" Chakotay called through the door, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Janeway tried not to scream, "Just—a—headache."

"Do you need me to get the Doctor?" Chakotay said, suspicion obvious in his voice.

"NO!" Janeway hollered. "Just leave!"

Suddenly, Seven's swooped up. Her hand covered the Captain's mouth firmly, muffling husky moans as the fingers of her other hand danced over her soaking folds.

"Kathryn," Seven whispered in her ear admonishingly, "I told you that you have to be quiet."

The Captain struggled to breathe through her nose as Seven pressed her fingers deep inside her. She bucked her hips, riding Seven's fingers hungrily. The Captain's body started to quake uncontrollably. White-hot ecstasy washed over her whole body. Her deep-throated screams were barely stifled by Seven's firm grasp at her mouth.

Janeway collapsed. Panting, she looked up at Seven. She was licking her soaking fingers. Seven had a satisfied smile on her face as she licked her lips.

Janeway's breath was finally starting to steady when Seven took her bloody lip in her mouth, sucking on it softly. The Captain sighed, her fingers running through Seven's blond hair. But as her hands wandered down her neck towards her breasts, Seven pulled back.

"No." Seven said, standing up. "That will have to wait for tonight."

"Seven," The Captain pleaded, desperately wanting to feel Seven's body, "please?"

"I told you, only if you were quiet." Seven said, raising an eyebrow at her. "You were not."

"That's not fair." Janeway said, buttoning up her pants as Seven put up her hair.

"I will see you at your quarters, at seven." Seven said with a triumphant smile, she pushed the button to open the door, turning around to give the Captain a wink.

Chakotay stood, red-faced, at the open door. He had a stupid look on his face, as if unable to form an intelligible sentence. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"You were looking for me?" Seven said with a raised eyebrow and a straight face.

He looked at the Captain, who was busy tucking in her shirt. Then he looked at Seven who watched him expectantly, her arms behind her back.

"I heard strange noises…" he said quietly.

"I was…" Seven said, glancing at the Captain for a moment, "…helping her with her headache."

The Captain nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. She moved to her desk saying, "It was very painful…"

"…but…" Chakotay said, frowning.

"You were looking for me." Seven repeated, eager to change the subject.

"Yes!" He said, seemingly willing to get off the topic as well, "Why did you leave your comm. badge in Astrometrics?"

"I must have dropped it there on accident." Seven said with a shrug.

"On accident?" he repeated suspiciously.

"Commander," Seven said glaring at him firmly, "if you wish to know my location at all times, you are sure to be disappointed. We are no longer together. I thought you understood that."

Seven did not wait for him to respond. She simply nodded to the Captain then turned and left. Chakotay looked at the Captain incredulously.

The Captain sat down with the cup of coffee she had just replicated, opening the duty roster on her computer console. She did not look at the Commander, or notice the shocked look on his face.

After a moment she peered up at him. She looked taken aback, as if shocked that he was still standing in her doorway. She took a sip of her coffee and looked at him expectantly. "Is there something you wanted to say?" Janeway said steadily.

"Um…" Chakotay stumbled, "…no."

"Well, then," She said with a nod, "you are dismissed."

"Yes, Captain." He said with resign.

THE END.