On a quiet night, on the USS Voyager, a lone figure quietly walks the corridors towards the Holodeck.
'At least no one is about at this hour,' the person thought as she brought up her program before stepping inside. Once there, she called out to
the computer to activate her program. She was glad it came out well: the fresh air; the faint, subtle breezes swirling around her smooth, sleek body,
tingling at the anticipation of being caressed.
She took off her clothes one by one in a sensual manner, thinking to herself 'it's just too bad no one special will see what unfolds before them.'
Smiling, she walked around her new haven, inspecting every nook and cranny.
Being so happy with the foliage surrounding her, she decided to test her new toy. As she stepped in, she moaned so softly. 'This is definitely Sto-Vo-Kor.'
Another figure on Voyager that night decided to go to the Holodeck considering, 'There should be no one around at this hour of the night,
so the Holodeck should be free.'
Her slender legs couldn't move as fast as she would have liked and the figure decided (while standing in front of the turbolift) to have a
site-to-site transport, not bothering to ask the computer if the Holodeck's availability was taken.
Without a second thought she commanded: "Computer site-to site-transport, Holodeck 2."
She shimmered out of sight and re-materialized into the view of varied and beautiful foliage; she admired different kinds of plants, some she
recognized and some had her wondering if they truly existed on other planets.
She heard someone humming a tune and went to investigate, peeking through the leaves.
A Hot Spring!
Her eyes wandered to the foot, working her way up along the short slender legs up to the torso; then to the chest and on to the face of B'Elanna
Torres staring back at her with a sly smile.
"See something you like?"
"Yes," she answered. Trying to compose herself, she walked towards Lt. Torres, averting her eyes other than on her officer's well proportion body.
"So, Captain, you are a voyeur?"
There was a slight catch to the woman's voice as she surveys Lt. Torres' physique. "No, Lieutenant…I'm not." She fidgeted. 'A Captain does not fidget,' she vehemently, mentally told herself as she noticed Lt.
Torres getting up from her place.
B'Elanna loved the way the emotions played through her Captain's face as she walks towards her. "Care to join me?" she asked as she lightly touched Captain Janeway's arm, going on to touch other parts of her body as she encircled her.
Kathryn couldn't suppress her moan as B'Elanna languidly trailed her hands over the older woman's form, eliciting whimpers from her controlled Captain.
Warm breezes caressed B'Elanna's body, reminding her what she came to do at this hour.
"Captain or Kathryn?" purred B'Elanna in Janeway's ear, sending shivers and Goosebumps throughout her body.
"Kathryn," Janeway moaned.
"Care to join me?" invited B'Elanna, rubbing her body against her Captain's still form.
Kathryn realized at that moment that two could play at this game. Instead of answering her, she grabbed B'Elanna's gluteus maximus, pulling her towards her own body.
There's a twinkle in B'Elanna's eyes and just beneath it a smoldering passion waiting to be released. Their faces were a mere inch away, and then their lips brushed oh so softly, eliciting some wanted release for the both of them.
Kathryn caressed B'Elanna's cheek up to her nose then worked her way to the forehead ridges, causing B'Elanna to close her eyes and moan softly.
"Darling," was all Kathryn could say.
"Oh Kate," B'Elanna replied softly.
"Yes," breathed Kathryn, feeling B'Elanna's breath heighten her arousal.
B'Elanna guided them both to the sweltering water, easing their bodies slowly into it, both feeling the water slick around them. B'Elanna wondered if the temperature was perhaps too hot for Kate and she was about to change it when she felt a finger under her chin and saw Kathryn shaking her head in a silent 'no'.
They kissed again, their tongues battling for control in a playful manner until their kisses became to passionate.
In the middle of their heated passion, B'Elanna gasped for air, took one look at Kathryn with a smirk on her face as she nuzzled her way to
Janeway's neck and whispered, "I'm starving, aren't you?"
"Aren't you the mood killer," Kathryn retorted, slapping her Chief Engineer's buns.
"Can't help it if my stomach is growling," B'Elanna laughed, breaking off their contact and soothing her bun from the slap.
Janeway looked around once more, loving the scenery before her; it seemed such a nice place to hide from everything, a getaway spot. She turned her attention to B'Elanna. "We'll go to my quarters and replicate a midnight snack, OK?"
"I love the way you think, Kate."
The End
