Part Three

I went to her, because after a week I couldn't sleep or stomach food. B'Elanna didn't understand either, and stopped speaking to me. Besides mandatory sessions she never sought me out. Kathy was different. She cancelled our sessions, and I didn't push her. Fuck was she mad, but she was right. And I almost lost her thanks to the prick, Chakotay.

He knew Kathy had stopped seeing me, and took it as an opportunity to swoop in. They were having dinner in her quarters.

"Kathryn," Chakotay said quietly, "what's gotten into you? You're so distant lately."

Kathy sighed, "I really don't think you have the capacity to understand."

"Try me."

"Okay," she poured another cup of coffee, "I'll tell you. But you need to listen as a friend, and not a Starfleet officer. I was intimately involved with someone aboard our ship, for a long time now. One night I went to her quarters and found my Chief Whore Engineer between her thighs. I'm fucking pissed off, damn it!"

Kathy slammed her fists on the table, Chakotay got scared, and peed a little.

"Is it Christina?"

Returning to her seat she admitted, "Yes."

"I should have known,"Chakotay realised, "she told me the thought of me having sex was intolerable."

Kathy looked away, "She's not the first woman to think that."

"True," he agreed, "but I specifically mentioned lusting for B'Elanna."

The anger in Kathy reached critical mass, "You mean to tell me their fling was ongoing? Not just once."

"Check the logs," he suggested, "you'll see how often B'Elanna was in Christina's quarters."

"I don't fucking believe this," Kathy threw a chair across the room, "a bunch of sluts they are. And behind my back? My back? Oh, no they didn't."

"This is a sign," Chakotay stood close to Kathy, "that I was meant for you. Clearly you don't give a shit about protocol."

I need to interject something here. Had I been in the room, and invisible, I would have pushed his eyes out the back of his skull. How dare he presume he's good enough for Kathy. How dare he even breath the same sweet air as her. She should have beamed him into space after the first terrible spiel about Angry Warriors. Anyways, I digress.

"Are you fucking serious," Kathy face-palmed again, "you were meant for me… as punishment. But you're Maquis buddies seem to like you so everyday I have to remind myself not to push you out an airlock. Sometimes twice a on day you've been especially irritating."

Chakotay took Kathy's hands in his, "I love you Kathryn."

She pulled her hands away and slapped him.

"Dismissed. I am your Captain. And I'm clearly into women."

He whimpered all the way to his quarters, then jerked off to the memory of Kathy slapping him. Pervert.

I ended up in front of her door two nights later, scared for my life. Seriously, one order and they'll take away oxygen. Screwing up what courage I had I chimed her door.

"Come in," she called.

Kathy was on her chair, a PADD in hand, with only her jacket off. When she turned to see me she stood quickly, glaring.

"Can we talk," I asked, coming closer but maintaining a respectful distance.

"How dare you," she spat, "come into my quarters. After what you did."

Okay, so the next comment should have never been said, "What about what you did, Kathy?"

She reeled, as if I struck her, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"What was I," I asked, "to you? An experiment, a lover, a friend? You never said anything. I can't even spend the night. Or have breakfast. When there's gatherings in Fair Haven it's not me with you, it's Micheal. A male hologram."

"Micheal," Kathy paused, "was for appearances. I don't just fuck someone. I care about you. You've changed the way I love."

I broke, and bowed my head, "I fucked up Kathy. And I'm sorry."

She came towards me, "As I recall B'Elanna was the one doing all the fucking."

"Come on," I pleaded, "that was fair, I earned that. But this hasn't been easy for me. I lost everyone in the blink of en eye."

"That's no excuse," she argued, "for what happened. Pain is eating ice cream and gaining a few pounds, not spreading for the Klingon."

That was mean, "Maybe if you were less of a pillow queen I wouldn't have to get someone else to do your job."

Kathy's jaw dropped at my remark, "I reciprocated."

"Barely," someone needed to commit a mercy killing, because I should have gotten down and my knees and begged for forgiveness, but, no, I carried on, "you don't like pussy Kathy."

I didn't realise we had been slowing getting closer, and now my face was three inches from mine. Her cheeks were flushed, sweat on her brow, pupils dilated… she was aroused? Hmm.

"I like pussy," Kathy leaned closer to me, "but you hold yourself back from a proper orgasm. I don't feel I can bring you pleasure."

Our faces and bodies were making contact, and my senses flooded with sensations.

"You bring me immense pleasure," I whispered, and let my tongue flick against her ear, "beyond imagination."

She nuzzled against my neck, "I want to bring you pleasure now."

In an instant my arms were around her, and my lips on hers. I tugged off her shirt as she undid my buttons, and as one mind we removed each other's bra. Her lips found my nipples, and I threw my head back in pleasure. Tracing circles around her other hand found the front of my pants, and instead of removing them she just slipped in under my clothes. I felt her fingers on my vulva, as I moved my hand into a similar position. Our strokes were in unison, and it became increasingly difficult to stand. Without missing a beat she pressed me against the wall, increasing her efforts.

"Wait until I'm ready," she whispered in my ear, and I nodded.

I quickened my pace to match hers and soon we were both breathing heavily.

"Now," I asked in gasps, but she shook her head, and I let out a deep moan. She was making it increasingly difficult to contain myself, so I changed my tactics, satisfied to see her tremble.

Kathy leaned into me for support, and my breath was hot on her hair. When I finally thought I couldn't wait another second Kathy whispered, "Now."

Way lay in her bed together, her head on my chest, the smell of our lovemaking in the air. I thought I would die of satisfaction.

"I can't do this," Kathy suddenly whispered, sitting up, "I lied to you."

"What are you talking about," I asked lazily.

She looked away, "After I saw you with B'Elanna I was mad. And a few nights later, I slept with someone else."

Well that certainly got my attention, there she was playing the guilt card when she was a hoe too. I sat up and looked at her.

"I swear to God," I said sharply, "if you say it was Chakotay I'll fucking die."

"I was angry," she replied, "not completely out of my fucking mind. No, it was Seven of Nine I found."

I froze in place, my eyes averted, and barely breathed. She looked at me, waiting for a response, and I gave her silence.

"Please," she finally said, "say something."

I looked her directly in the eyes, "Was she better in bed than me?"

"Better? No, but definitely different."

Well, this I could live with, and wasn't that something? Had my Kathy actually melted the Ice Queen. That was intriguing.

"Kathy," I told her, "you're cute and all. But I think you're bullshitting me."

"You'll find Seven quite eager for intimacy," she explained, "it's just nobody had the balls to actually approach her."

I pulled the blanket away from Kathy and smiled, "That's pretty hot, to think you did the dirty with the drone."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah," I pressed my body to Kathy's, "tell me about it. Describe to me what's underneath that spandex."

"I'm sorry," she pulled back from me, "but aren't you supposed to be angry?"

"Angry? Hell yeah I'm angry, angry I wasn't there too."

"Darling, I don't understand."

"Well the way I see it," I replied, "is we're even now. Though I am very curious about Sexy Seven. What color we're her nipples?"

"There were pink, but that's not the point."

I sighed, and told Kathy in between kisses, "Think about this. Were you all angry when you saw B'Elanna and me? Were you maybe a little turned on too?"

Kathy bowed her head in shame, "Yes. A lot actually."

"See."

"It's got to be more than that," she said, as I lowered my lips to her collarbone, "maybe on some level I want to fuck B'Elanna and you want Seven."

"Kathy," I groaned, "I've never made a secret of my longings for Borg. Remember the time I asked you to wear a blonde wig?"

"Oh, right."

"I wonder," I thought aloud, "if we couldn't have some sort of wager."

"Oh?"

I spoke carefully, "Who could do it first? You and B'Elanna or me and Seven? Winner gets to make a demand and the loser can't refuse."

"Darling," she sat up, kissed my hand and patted it, "I'm the Captain of the ship. There's no way you'd win."

"Are you willing to risk it?"

She smiles coyly, "You're out of your league babe. But challenge accepted. Contest starts tomorrow at oh nine hundred, tonight you're mine."

The next morning I scheduled an urgent counselling session with Seven, but didn't realize she had encountered Kathy on they way.

"Captain," Seven greeted, on her way to my quarters, "good morning."

"Hello Seven," Kathy replied.

"What do you have planned?"

"Oh, just off to Engineering," she smirked, "I have to discuss a personal project with Lt. Torres."

"With my expertise I could be of assistance," Seven offered.

"Aren't you headed somewhere?"

"Just a counselling session, but it is an inefficient use of my time."

Kathy's eyes sparkled with amusement, "No. You go to her Seven. In the meantime, I really must rush to Engineering. Next time."