Yay! Another Chapter!

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Kathryn woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and mouth full of cotton. It certainly wasn't the worst hangover she'd ever had, but that made the feeling no more pleasant. At 0700 her alarm went off. It was 0735 before she finally managed to drag herself from the bed to the sonic shower, the sound of which wreaked havoc on her already tender nerves.

I'm going to murder Q, she thought, viciously running a brush through her hair and slapping on some lipstick. Murder him! There was no covering the dark circles under her eyes. She decided to leave them, knowing the crew would think she'd been up late reading, working, or doing the numerous other captainly things she'd always done in the past to warrant such signs of fatigue. No one would suspect that she'd spent the better part of the night getting drunk, seducing Q, and then tossing and turning for the rest of the evening in utter horror and humiliation.

She managed to bypass actual human interaction until she reported for duty by spending a small fortune in replicator rations on black coffee, thus avoiding the Mess Hall and all its occupants. She paused to flash Tuvok a small smile and a pat on the shoulder as she passed his station, and thankfully her chair wasn't covered in roses, chocolates, or any other frivolity from a certain omnipotent being.

Chakotay was in his chair looking annoyingly pleased with himself, and Kathryn briefly wondered if the kisses he and Seven shared were nearly as hot as the ones Q had given her the night before. Then, she had to hold a PADD to her face in mock concentration to hide the horror that crossed her features. Thankfully Chakotay didn't notice. He gave her a small gesture of greeting, and then returned to tapping on his own PADD.

She couldn't believe how she'd behaved towards Q the previous evening. Not only had she drunkenly thrown herself at him in a manner she'd never thought herself capable of, but adding insult to injury was Q's rejection of her sloppy attempt at seduction. Shameful memories of the feel of Q's hands on her body assaulted her mind, combining mercilessly with even more cringe-worthy memories of her hand trying to force Q's onto her chest. She could still feel the horrid sensation of his hand trying to pull itself away from hers.

I don't want you to...what is it? Hate yourself in the morning? She heard his voice in her head and had to stop herself from covering her face in humiliation. She did hate herself. She'd lost control of the entire situation, and now Q knew that she was attracted to him. He knew how much she'd wanted him to touch her the night before, and as if that weren't enough, she'd shown him her weakness by ordering him to leave and then letting him kiss her into submission.

So there it was. She lusted for Q. She was at his mercy. Her previous protests against spending time with him were now obsolete. If he wanted to, with the right persuasion, he could ravish her whenever he wanted...she no longer had the will to resist.

Strange how that thought both terrified her and simultaneously aroused her.

He's coming back tonight, she thought, shifting uneasily in her chair. And he'll either be very kind, or incredibly cruel. And in the meantime, I'll pace around here like prisoner waiting for sentencing to find out which it will be. Damn.

The Captain had just gotten back to her quarters and taken off her uniform jacket when the door chime sounded. Her heart leapt into her throat. Here it goes, she thought, calling aloud, "Come!" She was prepared to play it cool, do whatever she had to do to maintain some semblance of her dignity.

Q stepped briskly inside and looked at her face searchingly. Kathryn thought she'd kept her expression sufficiently blank, but she was horrified to see a large, all-knowing smirk spread across Q's face.

"I knew it," he crowed. "I knew it! Oh ma capitaine! You conniving little minx!" He strode towards her with an eyebrow raised suggestively. She tried to back away, but he was too quick for her, snatching her about the waist and pulling her to him with unrelenting force. For a moment she didn't breathe as his eyes bored holes into hers.

"You want me," he murmured teasingly, reaching up to cup her face and run his fingers through her copper bob of hair. "Admit it!"

"No, I don't," she rasped. The arm around her waist tightened and pulled her even closer to him, if that were possible. She started to tremble unwillingly.

"Now now, Kathy, it's a little late in the game for these delusions, don't you think? Say it!"

"No," she hissed.

"Yes!" he cried.

"I won't do it," she snarled defiantly

"Well then," said Q, arching his eyebrow villainously and making her heart skip a beat. "I'll just have to persuade you, won't I?" His mouth was on hers before she could protest, kissing her passionately and expertly, leaving no part of her mouth unexplored. His arms were like bands of iron around her shoulders and lower back, pressing her flush with his body in the most compromising of ways.

"Say it," he whispered, and she felt the words brush against her cheek.

"No," she whimpered.

In the next moment, her back was against the wall, and his mouth was on her neck, his body crushing hers, setting it on fire. One hand pinned both of her wrists over her head, and the other slid up and down the right side of her body, pausing frequently at the top of its route to brush his thumb teasingly under the curve of her breast.

"Q..." she gasped.

"Say it!" he growled, and began to grind his pelvis up against hers slowly, enticingly. His teeth nibbled delicately at her jugular as his hand slid over her thigh down to cup the back of her knee. He lifted her leg up over his hip, taking the grinding motion of his pelvis into hers to a whole new level of intimacy. Kathryn moaned into his mouth, completely lost in the sensation. She'd been an idiot to think that she could deny this feeling and pretend like it didn't exist. She tried to free her hands, struggling against the vice grip Q had on her wrists.

"Ahh ah," Q taunted her, moving his mouth to the other side of her neck. "Say it!"

"Q," she muttered. "I want you."

"Hmmm? What was that?" he chuckled into her neck.

"I want you," she gasped, trying not to moan as he let go of her wrists and slid his hand down to cup her breast.

"Really?" his tone was playful as he brushed his thumb over her nipple.

"Really!" she growled, grabbing a handful of his hair and using it as leverage to press her mouth to his. Q kissed her back hard, letting the full weight of his body press her into the wall, and when she pulled back to take a breath, Q pressed his cheek to hers and hissed into her ear:

"Good."

There was a flash of light, and suddenly her arms were empty and the press of his body was gone. Kathryn nearly fell to the floor in the absence of his support and looked up in surprise. Q was leaning oh-so-casually against the wall next to her, just out of arm's reach.

"Are you ready to go on our date?" he asked in a chipper voice that held no trace of anything more than friendly inquisitiveness. "We have several things we need to discuss."

What? Kathryn thought, slowly straightening, her desire ebbing away. Is he serious? We practically just had sex against my wall! She pinned Q with a searching glance, taking in his expression and body language. He eyed her back mildly, his expression merely curious. What a tease! She frowned and straightened up, pulling herself together with cold efficiency and finally smiling at Q in a manner she reserved only for the most difficult of dignitaries.

"I'm ready when you are," she said in a courteous voice that only just hinted at the sarcasm beneath her words. Q smirked at her and offered his arm almost mockingly. Kathryn crossed the small distance between them and took the proffered limb, matching his insolence slight for slight. He snapped his fingers and they were gone.

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