Part Two
She came into my quarters with the elegance I anticipated, and the unfortunate formalities. I wanted to pick her brain for a bit then see if I couldn't melt the Ice Queen.
"Kathy," I greeted, sitting on the floor in front of my coffee table.
Her eyes refused to meet mine, "My name is not Kathy."
I motioned for her to sit on the floor as well, the table a wall between us. I wanted her, so bad, but she was so damn stubborn.
"Okay," I relented, "do you prefer Kathryn?"
"Whatever works for you."
"You're being a little defensive," I noted, and she folded her arms across her chest.
"So what if I am?"
I shook my head, and pulled out a small wooden box. Laying it on the table between us I removed the lid, to reveal a proper stash box. She watched with interest as I rolled up a herbal cigarette, but then found her sanity.
"What is that stuff," Kathy asked, her nostrils flaring.
"It's a form of relaxation," I said cautiously, "I was hoping we'd indulge together. Consider it alternative therapy."
"I'm not stupid," she replied, "it's dope. I know what dope is."
"Oh," I leaned closer to her, "and how would you know what dope is?"
She looked uncomfortable, but did not take her eyes off the joint on her table. Kathy was an awesome person waiting for a reason not to be so fettered down by regulations. I wanted to release her potential, in more ways than one.
"You know," I spoke slowly and delicately, "these sessions are completely confidential. What happens in this room stays in this room."
I didn't wait for a reply, instead I took out my lighter and started the joint. She watched with her jaw extended as I took a long toke. I expected her to face-palm again, but instead she accepted a pass.
"I haven't done something like this," she stammered, slowly inhaling. I could tell her lungs were not used to the harshness, as her exhale smoke came out in coughs. Easy Bake Oven Kathy, my new secret pet name for her.
"I want to ask you something, Kathy."
She nodded and took another hit, greedy lungs.
"What brought you to the Holodeck, looking for someone like me?"
Kathy let out a sigh and passed back to me, "I was curious. You see, I've been seeing Micheal, a hologram from the Fair Haven simulation. We started talking about other partners and he confessed to having been with a man before I came along. I felt like I was missing a worthwhile experience. Same sex relations was undiscovered territory for me."
"You certainly seemed to know what you were doing," I said coyly, gauging her reaction. She laughed.
"I'm a scientist Christina," she explained, eyes bloodshot, "so naturally I did research. But you, exceeded all hypotheses."
It was sad, but that was the closest thing I'd heard to a compliment from her.
"Thank-you," I watched in awe as she took another drag, and scooted myself around the table until I was next to her.
"Have you ever tried shotgunning before?"
Kathy shook her head, "No."
"Put the joint in your lips, and take a long drag," she put the joint in her mouth and removed her hands. I used my mouth and covered Kathy's, inhaling as she did. She pulled away, to exhale a cloud of smoke. Her breath was deep, and I sensed her arousal.
"Testing a hypothesis once is hardly an experiment," I told her, pressing my body to hers, "you should test it multiple times."
Her lips found mine, we kissed, her tongue found mine. The heat from Kathy was dizzying.
"Christina," she pulled from me, "I can't do this. You're my subordinate."
"What happens in our sessions," I rubbed my fingers against her hips, "is between me and my patient."
"Oh," she moaned, as my hands slipped under her shirts, going upwards.
"I can't-" Kathy protested.
"Yes, yes you can," I replied, kissing her neck.
"No."
"Yes."
Her voice said no, but her body only got closer to mine.
"You know what," she stated, as I undid her bra, "protocols be damned."
"Kathy," my lips found her nipples, "now you get it. Tonight I'm going to show you why once you go gay you stay this way."
And I did. Four times.
This would have been the best situation for me, if not for that nosey prick Chakotay. I would like to know why Kathy didn't push him out an airlock after six minutes, I would have. He seemed to get the notion that Kathy and I were lovers. Seriously, I'm surprised he figured out how to put pants on. But he did bust us.
It was two months after I came aboard, and I saw Kathy in my quarters at least twice a week. Since Chakotay was always following her around even he realized. On a side note, I'd like to say the sex was amazing. Kathy may be all Virgin Mother on the Bridge but in my bed she was a nymph.
Right, back to Chakotay.
So apparently he knew Kathy had a two hour session with me, and came by fifteen minutes early to meet her. He heard moaning. Not me, by the way, my mouth was full. When Kathy exited, still wobbly from our session, Chakotay's one brain cell managed to put it all together.
He confronted me in his therapy session.
"So, Counsellor," he said, "you know it's a breech of Starfleet Protocol to sleep with a crewman you're counselling."
"Don't worry," I replied, "we'll never cross that line."
"But you have crossed it," he sat across from me.
"Um, no."
"Yes," Chakotay disagreed, "and with the Captain."
I made a note to have Kathy remove his balls and add them to her collection.
"Don't be a moron, of course not. Unlike some, I'm not a fucking idiot."
"Yes," he said again, "I figured it out. You're doing the Captain. Admit it!"
"I feel like you have some unresolved emotions over the Captain."
"Well, yeah," Chakotay sat, calm.
"Then let me help you understand your obsession," I offered.
Chakotay nearly cried, "You can actually help me?"
"Absolutely," I resolved, "you need to realize three important things about yourself; you're a fucking idiot, she's way out of your league, and if you don't shut up I'm going to beam you into space."
His eyes widened, "I get it now. Everything is so clear."
I swear he's not being sarcastic, as evidenced by his next comment.
"You're a genius Counsellor," he said, excitedly, "I think I'm ready to move on. You know, I think B'Elanna had the hots for me once."
"No," I snapped, "not B'Elanna, don't you touch her."
I'd been working very hard at getting freaky with Lt. Torres, and I was not going to let him even try.
"Why not?"
"Because," I paused to think, "because, I recommend you abstain from sexual exploits. You're entering into a very confusing time in your psychological progression."
"I am?"
"Yes, you are," like I said earlier, this was her First Officer, "I can't stand the thought of you having sex. At all."
"Okay," Chakotay agreed, "I can meditate about this and seek my Spirit Guide to assist me. Christina, if you'd like I can take you on a Vision Quest."
Oh hell no, and you know why?
"I don't exactly like the idea of being under the influence of psychotropic chemicals, alone with you, and in your locked quarters."
"Fair enough," he shook my hand, smiled, and left my quarters.
When I opened the door to a chime past midnight I was surprised to see B'Elanna, in her nightclothes. She tackled me to the ground, and ripped open my buttoned blouse.
"We've been doing this dance too long," I hard buttons hit the floor as she parted my shirt, "I know what you want, and you know what I want. So either you give it to me, or I'll take it."
That was the last coherent thing either of us said for the next two hours. She was unrelenting in her demands for pleasure and her giving of it. And between eight orgasms and her throwing me around my quarters I was exhausted. My sweat mingled with hers as B'Elanna lay next to me, spent in every way.
"You are a worthy lover," she said, her soft voice heating my flesh.
I wrapped my arms around her nude form, "Women like you are the reason I breath."
B'Elanna would not be satisfied after only one session, but between her and Kathy things were getting out of hand. Some nights I would be with Kathy and B'Elanna would try hailing. Eventually I would disable the Com System when either was with me.
Then everything went to hell.
It was Friday, and I was with B'Elanna, on the floor of my quarters. She had her tongue on my lower lips when my door chimed.
"Ignore it," she growled, increasing her efforts.
The door chimed again. I should have answered it, but I was close. Had I been on the other side of the door I would have heard the computer tell Kathy I was in my quarters, and see the worried look on her face. I also would have seen her override the lock on my doors, but, no, I didn't happen that way. Instead I saw her looking down at B'Elanna and me, her frame silhouetted by light from the corridor. I also saw the look of shock on her face; the look of betrayal.
I know you think I'm a prick right now, but in my defence she never told me I was anything more than a dalliance.
Pushing B'Elanna off of me I had just enough time to catch Kathy's glare before she spun around and left.
I did feel like a prick, so I told B'Elanna she had to go. Disengaging the environmental controls I lit up, and stared out into the stars. I thought about my family, especially my younger sister. They were long dead, as well as their grandchildren. Had Kathy not had some random lesbian urge I'd be dead too. I owed her my life, and I repaid her by becoming a buffet. Even though what we shared was a far cry from love I had still disrespected the bond.
