Chapter 3
Kathryn Janeway stood in front of the mirror, examining her hair. It was just short on 1930, and she was preparing for company.
She finished looking over herself, and moved on to her 'deluxe' quarters. It was common knowledge that Captains had larger and nicer quarters than the rest of the crew.
Kathryn began to straighten automatically, just for something to do. She was in the process of dusting invisible specks of dust off the cadet blue table when the door chirped. "Come in", she said distractedly. The doors hissed open, and Harry Kim stood in the doorway.
Seeing his captain 'duded up' Harry flushed and began a long stream of apologies, which Kathryn cut short. "What is it Mr.Kim"? He hesitated, then handed her a PADD, and left without a word. She was looking over the PADD when she heard the familiar tingle of the transporter in the back of her mind. She continued to read, ignoring her surroundings.
Out of the blue, someone came up behind Kathryn, whipped her around, and kissed her passionately. It all happened so fast, that she hadn't even had time to register the fact that it was Tom Paris who had so startled her.
Kathryn stared up into Tom's face, smiling. He smiled back, and kissed her lightly on the mouth. She grabbed his hand, and moved him over to the couch. Still smiling, she asked cheerfully "What would you like" gesturing toward the replicator. "Anything is fine", he replied in the same cheerful tones. She chose Chardonnay, and with that, dinner began.
Kathryn put the last of the dishes in the replicator, and sighed. She turned and looked at Tom, who scooped her up in his arms, and carried her over to the bed, where he set her down, and began to unbutton her casual dress shirt.
She pulled him down into a sitting position, and began undoing his shirt. She then stood, and let him undo her slacks, stepping out of them, still unbuttoning his shirt.
When she'd finished with the shirt, Kathryn unbuttoned Tom's pants, and watched him step out of them, her eyes shining. He turned, and lowered himself onto the bed.
Making love with Tom was like nothing Kathryn had ever experienced. Everything was slow, and comfortable. He was always gentle and considerate.
The last thing Kathryn thought before she was lost in a passionate oblivion, was why in the world had she ever loved anyone but Tom.
Kathryn Janeway stood in front of the mirror, examining her hair. It was just short on 1930, and she was preparing for company.
She finished looking over herself, and moved on to her 'deluxe' quarters. It was common knowledge that Captains had larger and nicer quarters than the rest of the crew.
Kathryn began to straighten automatically, just for something to do. She was in the process of dusting invisible specks of dust off the cadet blue table when the door chirped. "Come in", she said distractedly. The doors hissed open, and Harry Kim stood in the doorway.
Seeing his captain 'duded up' Harry flushed and began a long stream of apologies, which Kathryn cut short. "What is it Mr.Kim"? He hesitated, then handed her a PADD, and left without a word. She was looking over the PADD when she heard the familiar tingle of the transporter in the back of her mind. She continued to read, ignoring her surroundings.
Out of the blue, someone came up behind Kathryn, whipped her around, and kissed her passionately. It all happened so fast, that she hadn't even had time to register the fact that it was Tom Paris who had so startled her.
Kathryn stared up into Tom's face, smiling. He smiled back, and kissed her lightly on the mouth. She grabbed his hand, and moved him over to the couch. Still smiling, she asked cheerfully "What would you like" gesturing toward the replicator. "Anything is fine", he replied in the same cheerful tones. She chose Chardonnay, and with that, dinner began.
Kathryn put the last of the dishes in the replicator, and sighed. She turned and looked at Tom, who scooped her up in his arms, and carried her over to the bed, where he set her down, and began to unbutton her casual dress shirt.
She pulled him down into a sitting position, and began undoing his shirt. She then stood, and let him undo her slacks, stepping out of them, still unbuttoning his shirt.
When she'd finished with the shirt, Kathryn unbuttoned Tom's pants, and watched him step out of them, her eyes shining. He turned, and lowered himself onto the bed.
Making love with Tom was like nothing Kathryn had ever experienced. Everything was slow, and comfortable. He was always gentle and considerate.
The last thing Kathryn thought before she was lost in a passionate oblivion, was why in the world had she ever loved anyone but Tom.