It Felt Like Home

Workforce Redux

A Star Trek: Voyager fanfiction

by

CanonAntithesis

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Dang! There's sex in this one too. I think I've created a couple of monsters.

Chapter 5

"What a fun night," Kathryn said as she and Tom reached the door to their apartment. She was giddy with excitement and a few too many Warp Core Breach drinks.

"It sure was," Tom commented as he leaned against the wall next to the door.

"I just hope everything's okay with B'Elanna. I can't believe I was actually talking to the man who had something to do with her disappearance."

"Yeah. I thought things would be different here. Quarra is supposed to be a safe place. I should have walked with her."

"Don't talk like that. This isn't your fault." Kathryn touched his arm in comforting gesture. "Investigator Yerid seems like a competent man. I'm sure he'll do everything he can."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just worried about her. She doesn't have anyone."

"Shh, it's none of our business anyway. The authorities will take care of it, right?" She reached up and kissed the underside of his chin, enjoying how the roughness of his beard scraped against her lips.

"You're right. It's none of our business." He lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Quickly moving his lips across her face, he kissed and sucks down the column of her neck. After discovering the affect was kissing her here, he decided to try it at every possible opportunity.

Kathryn suddenly pushed him away from her just as he heard a noise from down the hall. He turned and saw the Efficiency Monitor walking toward them and in the direction of the elevators.

"Ah, it's you again. Hello, Annika," Tom said in greeting as he crossed his arms in front of him and resumed his position against the wall.

"Good evening," the tall blonde replied with a slight inclination of her head as she continued walking. However, as she passed, she did eye them both critically especially taking in Kathryn's disheveled appearance.

Kathryn rose to her full height and ran her hand over her hair to smooth it down. Next, she moved to straighten her jacket. As she looked down, she was mortified to find that her zipper had been pulled down at least four inches lower than normal. She shot Tom an accusing look and wondered how he had managed to do that without her noticing.

Tom ignored her anger and with raised voice, appeared to take up an imaginary conversation where he must have left off.

"So as I was saying, my normal fee is 500 credits, but since you're such a good customer, I'm giving you my volume discount. So will that be cash or credit?"

His smile was quite disarming and very infuriating.

Through gritted teeth, Kathryn said, "You just wait until we're alone."

"That's what I'm hoping for." Tom stepped forward and immediately began pulling her zipper back down. "Why don't you open the door so I can show you how I really feel about you?" He ground his hips into her pelvis letting her feel exactly how she was affecting him.

She couldn't stay mad at this man, she thought, as she reached in the pocket of her sweater and came out empty-handed. Then, she tried the other pocket and found it empty too.

"I-I can't find my EIC." She stepped away from Tom and patted her pockets again.

"Are you sure that's where you put it?"

"Positive. I put it in my pocket when you gave it to me at the bar. And then later, I took off my sweater when you asked me to dance."

"It probably just fell out when you picked up your sweater. I'll check tomorrow morning. Don't worry."

"But how..."

Tom dangled another card in front of her face. "No problem. See? Now aren't you glad you let me make a copy?"

She rolled her eyes, but gratefully accepted the card from him.

/***\

As Kathryn entered the apartment she decided to turn the tables on this pompous man that she found herself so helplessly in love with. Tom followed her in and closed the door behind them. She immediately whirled on him and drove him into the living room, pushing him down on the sofa. Then, she straddled his waist and rubbed herself against him, feeling an instant reaction from a corresponding bulge in his pants.

"If anyone's going to undress me, it's going to be me," Kathryn purred into his ear.

She slowly pushed herself away from him and stood up, just out of arms reach. Kathryn's eyes darken with desire and she gave him a crooked half smile. She took off her black cardigan and threw it across the room. Tom leaned forward on the sofa, but she stopped him with a waggle of one finger.

"If you move, I stop. And no touching," she warned him while she slowly drew down the zipper of her jacket until it parted at the bottom, revealing a glimpse of black lace and pale skin.

She moved closer, her tongue darting out to trace her full red lips, and Tom gripped the edge of the sofa with white knuckles. He wanted to touch her, taste her, but he fought the urge, and forced himself to do what she'd told him. If he got up, if he tackled her down to the floor like he wanted, this would be over, and it was too good to be over so soon.

She quickly rid of herself of those hated black boots by kicking them half-way across the apartment. Then, without taking her eyes off him, she shimmied out of her pants and took off her jacket which left her in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties.

Kathryn bent over at the waist, her legs spread, then came up slowly, giving him a perfect view of the tops of her breasts, barely contained in the black lace bra she was wearing.

She met his eyes, winked, and then brought her fingers to the clasp in between her breasts, never breaking eye contact. A quick flick of her fingers and the bra fell away, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

Tom gripped the edge of the sofa even harder as her breasts began to sway while she danced slowly to some hypnotic music that only she could hear. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

His pants were painfully tight, the zipper biting into his cock, but he still didn't move. This was torture, but it was the best damn torture he'd ever experienced.

She strode over to him, her expression predatory, and Tom swallowed hard. She turned and sat in his lap, rubbing her lace-covered ass against his straining erection as she reached behind her to run her fingers through his hair.

Tom couldn't help himself as his hand slid to her thigh, stroking her hot skin. He started to creep his fingers towards her panties, but then Kathryn's hand came down, slapping him hard on the back of his hand.

She leaned back and whispered into the shell of his ear, "No touching."

He didn't mean to whimper, but he did anyway, causing Kathryn to smirk. God, she could be evil.

She whirled around and straddled him again. With her hands on his shoulders, she shook her breasts in his face, making his mouth water.

Right before his control snapped and he took a tit in his mouth, Kathryn was up again, twisting in front of him, but out of the reach of his hands.

She bent down, her firm ass towards him as she spread her legs again and touched the ground. Then, she pulled herself up slowly, and gave him a smoldering look over her shoulder before sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them to the side.

Her next move was so unexpected, it drove him over the edge. While still facing away from him, Kathryn reached down and slowly stroked herself. Then, she made a show of slowly bringing her glistening fingers up to her mouth and sucking them.

He leaped off the sofa with a growl and tackled her, pushing his pants down and pulling his cock out before Kathryn even registered what was happening. Of course, she wasn't complaining.

With Kathryn on her hands and knees, Tom wrapped his hands around her waist as he slammed her into him over and over again. Her knees were being burned by the carpeted floor and she latched onto the tufted nap of the carpet to keep herself upright. He was like an animal, wildly passionate and out of control, and it thrilled her to know she had made him this way.

He was lost completely, unaware of anything but the warmth of her body, the tightness of her pussy, as she panted his name over and over again, loving every second of what he was doing to her.

His hands were crushing on her hips, and she knew they'd leave bruises, but she didn't care. The orgasm that shook her wasn't a slow build. It hit her hard and fast, ripping a primitive scream from her lips. She clinched around him as her arms started to collapse, unable to hold her up any longer.

Tom hauled her up, her back to his chest. He stilled inside her and he started to gently kiss and suck on her neck at the sweet spot just under her left ear. She seemed to melt in his arms in post-coital bliss.

Slowly, he began to move within her again. Then, he brought his hand around to her sensitized clit and began rubbing his finger against her in sync to the slow strokes of his cock.

"No," she turned her head and moaned into shoulder. "It's too soon. I can't do this again."

She tried to pulled his hand away, but he pinned her hands against her own chest to stop her interference.

"Yes, you can," he panted into her ear. "You're the most passionate woman I've ever met. You just need to trust me and let go."

Tom tried to move inside her again, but this angle wasn't giving him the correct leverage or angle. He made a quick decision and sat down with his back propped against the sofa, Kathryn sitting atop his pulsing member and facing away from him. He again gripped her at the waist and began impaling her on his cock, feeling that glorious "little death" quickly approaching.

In his lust filled brain, he slowly realized that Kathryn's breathing had slowed when he stopped massaging her. He wanted... no, he needed her to come again. He needed her to let go with him.

"Touch yourself," he growled into her ear. "Make yourself cum again. Cum with me. I want to feel your pussy clamping down on me. I want to hear you scream my name again."

Kathryn responded automatically, so consumed by the passion he was exciting within her. She put her middle finger on that red, swollen bundle of nerves and began rubbing.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the squishy liquid slapping noises of their bodies coming together again and again in this most primal of acts.

She could feel Tom tightening up inside her as his breathing came in short gasps against her neck. Despite her earlier protests, Kathryn could feel herself getting close and she increased the speed of the finger against her sensitive flesh. And suddenly, she was right there. Her muscles grew taunt and she held her breath as an intense wave of pleasure washed over her.

Nanoseconds later, Tom growled into her neck as he came, holding onto her as he felt her pussy continuing to quiver and spasm around him in a series of small aftershocks.

Both of them went completely boneless and limp. Tom lay his head back against the sofa as his body refused to respond.

"I can't move," Kathryn croaked out, her voice even more gravely than usual. "I think you broke me."

"Now, don't say that," Tom replied in a shaky voice. "I'm a good boy. I don't break my toys; if I do, there's nothing to play with tomorrow."

"I don't think I'll be up for playing with you for a couple of days, at least."

Tom kissed the top of her head and then, with great effort managed to shift the two of them up and onto the sofa.

Kathryn had yet to adjust to the cold nights on Quarra. The temperature in the apartment was centrally controlled by someone with much thicker skin than she. Therefore, she always kept a large knit blanket across the back of the sofa for those cold nights. She reached behind Tom and grabbed that very same blanket now.

Tom helped her cover the two of them and Kathryn snuggled into his warm embrace as they both gave into their exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

/TBC\

A/N: I hope that read well. It's funny … they weren't supposed to do any of that. They were supposed to open the door and find … (but wait, that's in the next chapter).

Anyway, these two just don't seem to be able to control themselves.

Oh, and I have an observation for Janeway's OOC behavior. I believe they must have programmed her with a pole dancer's memories. LOL.

Please be gentle with your comments, but make them even if they're not gentle.

Thanks for reading.