Kathryn groaned as Q kissed at her neck, ordinarily he would have had a snowballs chance in hell bedding her more than just the one time but her hormones were starting to make her a little more randy and with his human libido he was more than happy to scratch the little itches she had. Q nearly squeaked with alarm and excitement when his lovely captain grabbed at his rear and nearly sent him falling down on top of her. "My my Kathy, for a woman who acts like such a prude you certainly are impatient when it comes to the bedroom." Q quipped.
"Only because you take a little too long, there is a fine line between teasing and torture." As much as he would enjoy a little round of foreplay banter his human mind was fixed on one thing and one thing alone. Pressing his lips back against hers he tried to keep his mouth shut and just rush things a little more before they ran into another sudden mood change where she was crying or throwing something at him. Those could always be fun.
"You know the anticipation is always the best part." He finally spoke up, what an idiot he was. What the hell was he doing? If he just kept his mouth shut they could be testing out the wall behind the bed for weak spots. Yes, that was what they were doing, making sure the ship was solid and sound. That was his story and he was sticking to it.
"That would be perfect for days when I'm not..." She cut herself off kissing him again. Q could keep his mouth shut but still he had to be witty and clever. This was always going to get in the way of him getting laid, it always had.
"Oh Captain, if I give a good performance will I get a promotion?"
"I can't guarantee a promotion but you most certainly will get a raise." He liked it when they played the pun game, wit and sex, who knew they went hand and hand? Q pulled up at the skirt of her nightgown feeling a little heartbroken when his fingers slipped against her underwear. Just another roadblock from his naughty boy time. Moving his kisses down along her chest he had a good idea what he was going to be up to now. As he continued to move down her fingers interlaced with his dark locks Q let out a happy little purr. As a proper provider for his mate it was up to him to do everything within his power to help her unwind and relax at the end of a stressful day. She certainly seemed relaxed now. As he worked to pull her underwear down he was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. At first he expected it to be Kathy, maybe an attempt to order him around a little. Though Q had to admit he liked it when she was bossy his mind was too sidetracked to take an order just now.
Instead the sound of the clearing voice happened again making Q look up to Kathy who didn't seem to make the attempt to interrupt them. Then the little shadow moved at the side of the bed making Q jump and scream like a girl of fifteen who had just witnessed the largest spider gallop across the picture of her school girl desires. It was enough to make Kathryn jump and pull the blankets up to her chest as the little figure stood there with that same wide eyes expression she always had. This was one of those moments wasn't it? Those moments parents dread most, and they weren't even real parents yet. "What are you doing?" Little Q asked inching slightly closer to her startled parental units.
"Nothing." Q gasped still trying to keep himself from having a heart attack. His hand clutching his chest as he sucked in air to catch his breath and maybe recover some of his manliness after his display. "I just dropped, something under the blankets..." Yes, that was a flawless recovery, he wasn't getting sex tonight.
"What's wrong?" Kathryn asked.
"What's wrong, I don't think our baby understands the concept of sleep." He growled back.
"Q, I wasn't talking to you." Kathryn responded and looked back at the delightful projection of their 'demigod' hellspawn. Certainly he didn't ordinarily think of her as a hellspawn but she was certainly ruining a good night for him right now.
"I'm afraid of the dark." She spoke up putting her hands near her mouth. "Can I sleep in bed with you?"
Q interrupted, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her. "You already are." Great now he really wasn't having sex tonight. Normally when Kathy got hot under the collar he was swept up so quickly by the hormonal hurricane she could be to think before he acted. Reminding himself that she was currently carrying their baby however made him feel like the last thing he wanted was to fool around even a little. What sort of parent would he be if he exposed his poor innocent unborn to common human mating rituals? A bad parent, that's what kind he would be. "I mean you are already in the bed because your physical body at current still resides somewhere in this general area." He waved over Kathryn's stomach. "Which as you can see is already here in the bed so you can go back to sleep now or whatever it is you do in the middle of the night."
"But it's dark..." She looked back at Q like he was stupid. Obviously to the small superbeing when you said you were afraid of the dark you were not going to go back to the dark place you were afraid of.
"So, you are going to sit here until you what? You exhaust yourself and pass out only to be still in this general area." He waved his hand back over Janeway's abdomen. "And what has that accomplished young Q?" She just continued to look at him with those wide frightened eyes. Logic was not her forte yet. "Q, do me a favor. Think of the numbers 777 over and over as hard as you can."
The little girl tilted her head tot he side slightly confused. "Why?"
He sat up in the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "That's the Continuum emergency number. I'm going to have them revoke your powers."
Suddenly she understood something, that look of panic on her face. "No, then I'll be trapped. I don't ant to be trapped. I'll get lonely and bored, stuck in the dark..."She lost it now, she was rambling on incoherently. "I can't protect mommy." Now he wasn't going to get sex for the next few weeks. Feeling Kathy slap him in the chest with the back of her hand she went into typical sympathetic mother mode. This was his future, he was going to be constantly ganged up on by his own child and the will be mother of his child.
"Q, do you really want to frighten her again?" She was right, he had spent his replicator rations to replace nearly everything little Q had blown to holy hell last time she decided to have panic attacks. Kathryn patted her side of the bed like she did when she let Rowley climb up with them. "You can stay here until you fall asleep." Happily little Q astral projected her little self laying down between the two of them but to be completely expected. Why bother with all those little details like using doors when you could phase through them, or walking from one place to another when you could simply transport yourself with the blink of an eye? Why remain an unnoticeable little shimmer in your mothers eye when you could project yourself into a room and ruin your fathers rare night of fun?
"Well now you are here are you comfy?" He asked trying to hide the bitterness in his tone.
"I don't know, I can't actually feel if I am or not because I'm not really here." Was she sassing him back? Was she being sassy? If slapping her wouldn't also mean hitting Kathryn and possibly causing serious harm he would slap her, slap that smug little smile off her smug little face. What really got to him however was the fact she got it from him, she was using HIS sass on HIM.
"Hmm, lucky duck. These Starfleet issues sheets are horrible. Just wait until you get here in seven and a half months. You'll be wishing you could go back." That's right, live in ignorant happy bliss because once she was out here with everyone else she wasn't going to be so smug. She was going to have to put up with bright lights, broken air vets that sometimes vented cold air, and obnoxious people who always felt they could poke other peoples children. Q was going to laugh, he was going to stand back and laugh manically at her suffering or minor discomfort. Yet deep down inside he knew the second she made a peep, a squeak, a shriek he would be the first to jump an run over to her. Pamper her, baby her, and ask her if she would like a golden bridle to go with that pony. "Goodnight little Q." He finally muttered and patted her on the head.
"Goodnight daddy" She smiled at him. "I love you." Q laid back putting a hand on his chest and feeling like he had just been struck with lightning. She was either highly manipulative or impossibly sweet. Little Q was certainly his, spawn of hell or not.
