"Computer, time," Kathryn asked the ship. She'd woken to find herself sleeping half on and half off Tom, her cheek resting on his chest and one of her legs trapped between his. His arms were around her waist, holding her to him. She felt better rested then she had in a long time.
"The current time is 08:14," came the reply. She'd slept through the entire night.
Tom had awoken to the sound of her voice, extracting his arms from around Kathryn, he stretched them over his head. "Morning already?" he asked as he wrapped his arms back around her, nuzzling his face into her neck.
"I can't believe I slept the entire night," Kathryn smiled, feeling Tom's lips tickling her neck. "That is truly a rare occurrence."
"I guess this means it's not the bed, but, the sleeping partner that is the key." Tom smiled against her neck, as he ran his hands down her back and then back up and under the t-shirt. "We'll have to continue to share a bed, just so you can stay well rested. After all, a happy Captain makes for a happy crew."
She sighed softly, as his hands came in contact with her flesh. "This is all to benefit the crew, then?" she smiled ruefully.
"That's my story. There are benefits to having you in my bed, so, I'm more then willing to do my part in keeping the captain happy," he laughed. "Now that we are both well rested and we still happen to be in bed, maybe it's time to move onto some of those benefits," he smiled, punctuating his words with another kiss on her neck and then running his tongue along the delicate slope of her shoulder.
Kathryn's next sigh turned into a soft moan, when Tom slid his hands along her sides and his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. His hands continued upwards, bringing her arms and the t-shirt up, he quickly removed the shirt and brought his hands back to her waist. He pulled her full against him as his mouth found hers.
He moved his lips slowly over hers, each attentive caress of his lips arousing her further. Her hands caressed his muscled arms and her lips parted further, inviting him to deepen their kiss. He was only to happy to do as she wished.
He rolled fully onto his back, bringing Kathryn to rest atop him. He continued to explore her mouth as his hands moved down her back and to her ass, pulling her more firmly against him. His desire clearly evident through their thin garments.
Kathryn reached behind her, taking both of Tom's hands in her own. She laced her fingers with his and moved their intertwined hands to the bed, on either side of his head. She lowered her lips to his, outlining his lips with her tongue before delving into his mouth, further deepening their kiss. She pressed the length of her body against his, enjoying the feel of her chest pressed to his.
She moved her knees to rest beside Tom's waist, now straddling him, she used her new position to intensify the contact between his erection and her mound. Even through their clothes the contact was electric, Kathryn rotated her hips to increase the delightful heat radiating through her.
Kathryn pulled her lips away from Tom's, lifting her head enough to look into his eyes. Tom marveled at the woman above him, bright eyed, flushed, hair tumbling wildly around her face, breathing slightly hitched. He found her irresistible. In a husky voice, as she looked into his eyes, she breathed, "Tell me what you want."
It was nearly his undoing. "Damn," left his lips as a moan. "You, Kathryn. All I want is you, anyway you will give yourself to me."
Tom lifted his head from the bed and captured Kathryn's lips with his own. Admittance was immediately granted, as he slowly moved his lips against hers. With lips still connected, Kathryn rolled off Tom and onto her side. Bringing them both to rest on their sides, still locked in their kiss. She threw one leg over Tom's waist, using it to pull and hold him firmly to her.
Tom broke off their kiss, moving his lips across her jaw and to her neck and finishing with small kisses to her shoulder. "We've got all morning," he whispered to her as he led her onto her back. Laying on his side, with elbow bent, he rested his head on his hand as he looked down at her. "I have every intention of using this time wisely."
He brought his hand to her face, running the fingers softly across her cheek and down her neck. Continuing on a path that led him between her breasts and down to the flat, muscled planes of her stomach. Tom caressed her gently as his eyes followed the same path. "You have the softest skin, I love touching you," he whispered as he leaned over her, placing his lips to hers, searching the depths of her mouth with his tongue.
Tom continued his delicate exploration of her mouth as his hand made it's way under the waistband of her panties and he slid two fingers between her moist folds. A small gasp of pleasure emerged from her lips as his fingers made contact with her sensitive nub. Her thighs fell apart, offering him better access to her core, he slid his fingers down and in, feeling her inner walls contract around the welcome invasion. He slid his fingers in and out slowly as he added pressure to her clitoris with his palm.
Kathryn was awash in sensations, her body becoming more inflamed with each stroke of his fingers. She slid one hand up Tom's thigh until she came in contact with his hard manhood, rubbing him through his shorts, as the fingers of her other hand curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly. She gripped Tom's erection through the cloth as she felt him move his thumb over her clitoris. "Kathryn, I can't think when you touch me. You need to let go."
She quickly ran her fingers along him again before moving her hand to his thigh, pressing her fingers into his flesh.
"You asked me what I wanted," he breathed softly into her ear, "I want to watch you."
She moaned in pleasure at the eroticism of his request as he continued to caress and fill her with his fingers. Tom continued to whisper softly to her as he continued to work her into a frenzy of pleasure. "You are gorgeous, Kathryn. Let me see what you look like, let go."
She was aching for release, "Oh, yes," slipped from her lips, as she gave into the immense pleasure of Tom's ministrations. "I'm so close, please, Tom."
Tom curled his fingers as he moved them within her, increasing her pleasure and bringing her nearer and nearer to the edge of sanity. Her eyes slid shut and her hips started to move against his hand of their own accord. Tom sucked in a ragged breath as he took in the sight of Kathryn's overheated body; immensely satisfied that he could bring her to absolute abandon. He shifted his body, bringing his face above hers, he took in the sight of her classically beautiful features contorted in pleasure. "Open your eyes," he requested, never stopping his assault on her core.
Kathryn's eyes slowly opened and immediately locked with his, his gaze like a pair of hands running over her. The arousal clearly evident in his blue eyes overwhelmed her, her orgasm rocketed through her whole body. Her body arched towards him as she continued to respond to his touch. "Tom, Tom, Tom!" she cried out in release, still locked in his desire filled gaze.
He was enthralled by the desire blazing in her eyes, the way her porcelain skin flushed with passion, the way her breath came in short gasps, the way her scent changed to one of musky need. Kathryn Janeway, lost in her own burning desire, was the most arousing spectacle Tom had ever seen. "Amazing, you look amazing," Tom confessed as his mouth descended on hers for another searing kiss.
Unable to catch her breath, Kathryn finally had to break their kiss to take in much needed air. "I want you, now. Tom, right now," her demand came out in short gasps as she reached for his waistband and began pushing his shorts down his body and out of her way.
"Demanding aren't you?" he smiled as he placed a kiss against the delicate slope of her shoulder.
"Always," she laughed. "How long have you been on this ship? You should know that by now."
They quickly divested each other of their remaining clothing and Tom moved above her, placing his knees between hers. Kathryn reached for Tom's manhood, rubbing it gently against her moist folds before positioning him at her entrance. "Do it, now," she moaned in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
Tom entered her with one deep, powerful thrust, burying himself in her. He dropped his head to Kathryn's shoulder, turning his face into her neck, nipping her softly as he heard her sigh in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his body, crossing her ankles, she dug her feet into his backside as she used her powerful thigh muscles to pull herself up and against his body.
Kathryn continued to mold herself to Tom, pressing fingers into hard shoulder muscles, tightening her thighs around his waist, her body pleading silently with him to move. He took a deep breath, willing himself to keep control as he was engulfed with the sensual sensations of Kathryn Janeway beneath him and wanting him.
Finally, he gave her what they both wanted. He slowly pulled away from her, before plunging himself back inside her. Over and over, he retreated from her, only to drive himself back into her wet, heated softness with tremendous force. He continued his slow systematic invasion of her body, building both of their desire for release to new heights. Kathryn matched his moves as he began to increase the tempo of his strokes, keeping them long and deep.
Kathryn was ablaze, each of Tom's powerful strokes filling her and sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She unsuccessfully tried to quicken Tom's pace, arching herself into his every stroke as her insides clenched around his length. The pressure building within her, with each powerful thrust, demanding to be released. Her entire body began to shake in anticipation of her release, her breaths uneven, hands grasping at Tom's muscular biceps. He continued his deep thrusts as he reached one hand between them and into her slick, soft folds, finally making contact with her inflamed nub. Her orgasm exploded from her in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, her body arching up into his as Kathryn screamed his name in fulfillment.
Tom watched the look of ecstasy take over her features as her entire being reacted to his. He lost his control as the sound of her screaming his name reached his ears, his arousal increased to uncontrollable proportions. He drove his manhood into her relentlessly, his thrusts losing their systematic rhythm, but none of their power as he searched for his own release.
Kathryn tilted her hips, giving him better access to her depths as she gripped his shoulders, nails scrapping across his smooth flesh. "Oh, yesss, Tom," she wailed over and over. That was all he needed, with one finally, powerful thrust he buried himself deep within her as his own climax raced through his body, exploding inside her.
With her body still trembling, Kathryn welcomed Tom's weight as he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless and sated. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands over the taunt muscles, enjoying the feel of his slick back under her fingers. She moved her fingers up his scalp, twining her fingers in his hair, she pulled his lips to hers. She moved her lips against his, demanding his surrender and he gave it to her willingly.
Tom rolled off her to lay on his back beside her, he gathered her into his arms. She lay her head on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his flat nipple. Snuggling close to him, she gave a throaty chuckle, "I think if a crews' mood is dependent on their captain's, I'm going to have a damn satisfied crew."
=/\=
Kathryn was showering when Tom's door chimed. He knew it was Harry immediately, "Enter."
Before the door had a chance to close behind him, Harry jumped straight to his questions, "What happened on the bridge, where were you, what's up with Chakotay and the Captain? Please tell me Chakotay didn't catch you and the Captain in a compromising position."
Tom had to laugh at Harry's last statement and take the opportunity to joke with the naive ensign a bit, "I suppose that would depend on your definition of compromising."
"What! Oh no! What did the Commander walk in on?" he asked, voice high in worry.
"We were … talking," Tom laughed. "Really, Harry. She hasn't completely lost her mind."
"Fine, fine. I don't really believe the Captain would do something like that. But, with you involved, one just never knows," Harry teased. "Where were you?"
"That hurt," Tom said placing his hands to his heart. "The Captain sent me to sickbay to talk to the Doctor," Tom stated.
"Why? Is everything okay?" Harry asked with concern.
"Fine. I punched Chakotay in the mouth when he tried to talk to Kathryn alone," he admitted rather sheepishly.
Harry shook his head in disbelief, "That explains the mood," he paused and added, "and the bruise. I'm guessing he hit you back and you needed medical attention."
"No," Tom admitted. "The Captain stepped between us and ordered Chakotay to stay where he was and ordered me to sickbay to explain things to the Doc. She said she'd explain things to the Commander."
"You mean that he knows? Everything?" He saw Tom shake his head in an affirmative and continued, "He knows you've had s..." he trailed off, searching for a different word.
"Sex," Tom supplied for his embarrassed friend.
"Yeah, well, he's going to kill you when he gets the chance." Harry glanced down and noticed the boots on the floor and then saw the too small for Tom jacket on the sofa. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "The Captain's here?"
Before Tom had a chance to answer, the familiar chirp of a communicator sounded. "The Doctor to Captain Janeway."
Tom groaned. "That answer your question?" he said to Harry as he grabbed the red and black jacket off the sofa, activating the communicator. "Paris here, Doctor."
"Mister Paris, have you and the Captain engaged in sexual relations this morning?"
"Excuse me?" Tom said, shocked as he watched Harry turn three shades of red.
"You heard me. Have you and the Captain..."
"You don't need to repeat it," Tom interrupted. "For future reference, you might want to ask who's all in the room before you ask a question like that."
"Noted," the Doctor said in a clipped tone, "Now answer my question."
"Yes," he said simply, not looking at Harry.
"Excellent."
"Again, excuse me?" More shocked by the Doctor's statement then by the question.
"Could you both please report to sickbay, I'd like to do some scans of both of you post sexual release."
"Thanks for that, Doc," Tom quipped, "We'll be there shortly. Paris out."
Tom turned to Harry, noticing his obvious embarrassment over the Doctor's bluntness. Sometimes the naive ensign thing could be trying. Anyone else would have been making bawdy comments to him. He was about to try to put Harry at ease when he heard Kathryn's voice and he couldn't help but wince.
"Were you talking with the Doctor?"
He didn't have time to tell her Harry was in the room, before she had left the bathroom and was standing in clear view, fresh from the shower and clad only in his t-shirt. He looked from Kathryn to Harry, noticing Harry jump to attention. Tom saw the look of shock that briefly flitted across her face, but, she didn't let the obvious implications of where she was or what she was wearing faze her.
"At ease, Ensign," she said, always the Captain, then added with a smile, "Good morning, Harry."
"Good morning, Captain," he stammered, his eyes quickly taking in her attire, her hair, noticing all the curves the uniform hid. Harry blushed even deeper when he realized the Captain had noticed him checking her out. 'Terrific,' he thought to himself, 'This is all Tom's fault.'
"Since the Doctor seems to want to see you both this morning, I'm just going to leave now," Harry said backing up towards the door, obviously uncomfortable.
"Okay Harry," Tom said, trying to keep the end of this conversation casual, if she wasn't going to bring up the half dressed captain in his quarters, neither was he, "see you later. Do you want to meet in the mess for dinner?"
"Sure," Harry replied, eager to get out of Tom's quarters. He looked over to the Captain, again, and blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Captain," he said in way of goodbye as the door slid open.
"Goodbye, Harry," she said to the closing door, then turned to Tom. "You couldn't have told me Harry was here?"
"I'd planned to make sure you knew we weren't alone. Then the Doctor called and everything went downhill from there," he said, moving towards hers. "If it makes you feel better, he already knew you were here and you handled the situation beautifully."
"How did Harry know I was here?"
"The boots, the jacket, plus the communicator was a dead giveaway when 'Doctor to the Captain' came across it."
"Terrific," she said sarcastically as she sat down.
Kathryn realized she wasn't as concerned as she should be. As Captain of Voyager, appearances mattered and a bridge officer, an ensign no less, had just found her coming out of another officer's bedroom, half dressed. She should be more concerned, why wasn't she?
"Harry knew about us already," Tom admitted to Kathryn. "He's known since I spent the night in your quarters."
She cocked her head to one side, a look of displeasure on her face. "I don't need everyone on this ship knowing about us, before we really have an idea of what's going on."
"Everyone is not going to know. While he does love to spread ship's gossip, Harry will keep this to himself, until he's told he doesn't have too anymore."
Kathryn unconsciously moved closer to Tom as he sat down, "Harry's a good friend to have.
"Yes, he is a good friend. More importantly he's an even officer and completely loyal to the Captain of this starship. I believe you've met her before," Tom joked. "This is a little weird for him," Tom told her. "He's still getting used to the idea that you're a woman, not just an above average looking Captain. I'm sure this outfit got the message across loud and clear. I noticed you noticing Harry noticing you."
"It was kind of hard not to notice, he turned a dozen shades of red," Kathryn quipped. "Now, what did the Doctor want?" she asked.
"To thoroughly embarrass everyone!" Tom exclaimed, just thinking about the Doctor's directness made him shake his head. "He knew you were here. It didn't occur to him to check if anyone else was here before asking if you and I had sex this morning. You should have seen Harry's face!"
Kathryn lowered her head as she shook it, "Let's just throw it all out there, in the middle of the floor, for everyone to see," she looked back at Tom with a small smile, "Why did the good doctor think he needed to know this bit of information?"
"Something about wanting to take brain scans post sex," Tom jumped up off the couch. "We should get dressed and get down to sickbay. I want to see if I make your brain light up like an old Earth Christmas tree."