The Q Must Be Crazy II

Part 12

Rating: T, (Movie R) Warning: sexual innuendo, intense, erotic flirting

(Sheesh, some warning. OK, now who doesn't want to read this now!)

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It was Q/C's turn and he drew it out as long as possible. Tom was shaking with rage as his once staid XO chatted with some of the new girls who had joined the group. Alerts went out over the ship telling everyone about the spectacle in Sandrine's and what was at stake. The place was packed. Just about everyone who was off duty crammed into the shrinking room and even a few set their stations on Auto so they would not miss this.

Captain Janeway entered Sandrine's just as Q/C aced the final shot, her fists on her slender hips. Tom visibly shook in disbelief. The only one who had ever trounced him that way in years was a hologram programmed with the abilities of every great player in the history of the game.

He looked to B'Elanna who was smiling at her 'old friend'. They put their heads together and appeared be making arrangements. Her hand clasped around his elbow and the two walked toward Tom, whose face was bright red with rage and frustration. Every girl in the room was green with envy and wanted to be the lucky lady on "Chakotay's" arm.

"Q, this constitutes hurt and you promised you wouldn't," Chakotay wailed. "Please, this is not the agreement!"

"Read the fine print, tattoo boy!" Q told Chakotay who was raging with his powerlessness.

"What did you say, Chakotay?" B'Elanna asked. "I can't hear you in here."

Q/C walked right up to Tom and placed B'Elanna's hand in his. Tom was in shock as Q/C patted his shoulder.

"Great game, Tom!"

"You're not going to collect?"

"Of course not."

"Then why?" he demanded. "Why did you do this!?"

"For the game," he said smugly. "I have a date with Kathryn. Perhaps another time, B'Elanna." He winked at her.

"When did you learn to play like that?" Tom demanded.

"I'll give you a few pointers some time, Tom." Q/C grinned a crooked grin as he lightly stroked B'Elanna's flushed cheek gently with his knuckles.

He brought his lips close to B'Elanna's ear and whispered something in Klingon. The guttural rasps sent the pretty Engineer visibly into a state of arousal.

"I may even be able to help you with your pool playing," he joked and wiggled his eyebrows.

Tom was livid, but the Captain was witnessing the entire scene.

"Commander!" Janeway's voice cut through the crowd and stood out. The room once again grew quite.

"Kathryn! Every bit the fiery red head. May I say you are looking gorgeous this fine evening?"

"You certainly may not!" she leveled.

"Oh, one more thing, though," Q/C gathered B'Elanna in his arms and for the benefit of the stunned crowd, he kissed her until she almost passed out.

"Here you go, Tom," he smirked. "All warmed up for you."

A pool cue snapped and Tom wanted to stuff his fist through Chakotay's arrogant face. He headed toward him, but several crewmen grabbed his arms and kept him from striking his superior.

"Let it go, Tom!" Ayala warned. "Janeway will lock you in the brig for 70 years if you touch him!"

B'Elanna was in a haze, her pupils dilated, and her lips full. She approached the still simmering Tom and grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his flesh. She composed herself enough to nip his ear lobe and huskily demand, "My quarters, Tom! Now!"

Tom suddenly forgot everything else and allowed B'Elanna lead him away.

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