WARNING! This chapter is full of SMUT and GRATUITOUS SEX, and therefore rated "M."

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Kathryn had expected Q to start ripping her clothes off the second they were transported into her living room, but she was sadly mistaken. The moment they materialized, Q suddenly looked a bit funny.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, pulling away slightly to study his expression.

"Not at all," he smiled down at her tenderly, but there was a tightness around his eyes that told her he was lying. He leaned down and kissed her again, and his lips trembled against hers.

"You're not nervous, are you?" she asked when the kiss ended.

"Moi?" Q scoffed. "I'm hardly a blushing virgin." Kathryn raised an eyebrow. Q matched her dubious look with an over the top leer. Kathryn shook her head, not willing to fall for his attempt at subterfuge. "Oh fine," he huffed, all pretense falling away. "If you must know, this is the first time I've ever done this as an actual human, not just in human form."

"What's the difference?" she asked, pulling him toward the sofa and sitting down.

"My powers," Q said sourly. He looked up at her, and Kathryn was suddenly aware that she'd unintentionally assumed her "diplomatic counseling" pose, ankles crossed and hands folded neatly into her lap. Q smirked at her, reached over and pulled her to him. "Always the Captain," he chuckled in her ear. She snuggled into his chest and inhaled, welcoming the little shocks and thrills that went through her as Q hugged her to him.

"You know," she murmured, looking up into his face. "Humans are perfectly capable of having great sex without the aid of Q abilities."

"You only say that because you've never had sex with a Q," Q huffed. "This human body only taps into a fragment of my potential as a mate or lover," he sighed dramatically. Kathryn smiled to herself. His frustration was oddly endearing.

"Well, I'm not complaining," she shrugged and grinned at him.

"Well, that's a first," he countered, returning her smile with a disarming one of his own. She scowled. Q smirked, and suddenly pressed his mouth to hers hungrily. Kathryn suddenly felt warm and kissed him back. Q wrapped his arms around her waist and skillfully pulled her into his lap. Kathryn found herself straddling Q's thighs and looking into his brown eyes. He gave her a naughty smile.

He reached for her, running his warm hands up and down her arms, over her shoulders and down the front of her chest. Kathryn gasped, but Q didn't stop. He slid his hands over either side of her waist, his hands nearly spanning its circumference, his thumbs moving over her abdominal muscles as if he were massaging them. Taking her cue from him, Kathryn ran her hands up the length of his arms, stopping at his biceps to gently squeeze and feel the strength of his muscles through the soft fabric of his shirt.

Q leaned in to kiss her, and she let her hands move over his broad shoulders and up into his soft, dark hair. This move elicited a groan from Q, and Kathryn reveled in the sound. Q responded by peeling down the neck of her uniform to expose her tender flesh to the air, and then covered it with his mouth. She moaned as the tip of his tongue made tiny, sensitive circles over her smooth skin. Q seemed encouraged by this sound and started nibbling her neck lightly, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her closer to him with a growl. She could feel Q, hard and pressing against her intimately. She moved her hips against him experimentally, and smiled as he hissed "Kathryn!" and arched against her with pleasure.

Almost feverishly, Q unzipped the front of her uniform jacket and pushed it off her shoulders to the floor. She tried to do something similar to his shirt, but in her haste her fingers had trouble with the buttons down the front. Frustrated, she pulled the hem of the shirt out of the waistband of Q's trousers. He helped her by unbuttoning the neck, and together they pulled the garment up over his head.

Q's chest was bare and magnificent under the heat of her gaze. She was content just to look at him for a moment, but Q took her hands and pressed them firmly to his pectorals in a silent, but desperate, plea for her to touch him. She was too happy to oblige. Moving her hands against his bare flesh, Kathryn was surprised to see that Q's body was not the super chiseled physique she'd expected…not that he wasn't well-formed, but there was something soft about him that she liked.

Q pulled off the undershirt of her uniform and made short work of her bra. He cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples of both between his fingertips. Kathryn cried out and moved against him at the sensation. It felt too good. He chuckled at her response and continued the motion as he kissed her hard and deep, then moved to lavish more attention to the side of her neck with his mouth.

She gasped, running her fingertips down his chest and over his own nipples, wondering if they were as sensitive as hers. Curious, she rubbed them and Q gasped and began to squirm beneath her. Intrigued, she lowered he head to his chest and took one of them in her mouth, nibbling and sucking, noting that his chest smelled like soap. Q groaned and moved under her merciless teasing. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and stood up. Kathryn wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent herself from falling on the floor.

"What are you…" she started to ask, but Q cut her off with a kiss and walked the short distance from the living room into her bedroom, taking the opportunity to hold and squeeze her butt along the way. She giggled as Q deposited her on the bed, and sighed in satisfaction as he covered her body with his own. It had been awhile since Kathryn had sex, but she was pleased to discover that she still seemed to know what to do.

"Having fun?" Q asked, his expression amused. He reached down to unbutton her trousers.

"Yes," she grinned, running her hands luxuriously over the smooth skin of his back. Q suddenly sat up and took one boot-clad foot in his hand and began to remove her shoes. When he had them off, Kathryn eagerly began to strip him of his clothes. Soon, they were both gloriously naked and stretched out together across her bed, hungrily running their hands over one another.

Kathryn reached down and began to stroke Q erect hardness, pleased at both the size and feel of him against her. He groaned and reached for her, finding the slick, sweet nub between her thighs and stroking. Kathryn whimpered, pleased to discover that Q had not forgotten the magical rhythm he'd discovered early that morning. She kissed him in earnest, and he was quick to wrap his free arm around her and crush her to him.

Kathryn realized she had goose bumps all over her, and she writhed against Q in pleasure, not caring about anything except how good it felt. She reached out and pulled him on top of her, burying her face in his neck to lick and nibble small patterns there. When she gently kneaded a bit of his flesh between her teeth, Q spasmed above her, and suddenly the tip of his member was pressed against the entrance to her warm, moist opening. Kathryn groaned in pleasure, and parted her legs to grant him better access.

He lifted his head to study her expression, and was apparently pleased by what he saw. Watching her face intently, Q began to slide into her ever-so-slowly. Kathryn moaned and squirmed under him, trying to take all of him at once. He smirked at her and shook his head teasingly.

"Q!" she moaned as he slid in another inch, but no more. Crazed, she tried to grab his buttocks and push him in further, but Q snatched both her wrists and pinned them effectively over her head with one hand, while keeping most of his weight on the other. He was driving her insane. She cried out in protest as he withdrew, only to cry out in pleasure as he slid back in. It was a shallow stroke, and so frustratingly unsatisfying, she wanted to scream. He did it again and again, stokes so shallow and teasing, she didn't know if she should cry out with pleasure, or slap him. He was grinning at her in dim light.

"Q!" she cried again, trying to make it sound like a command and failing.

"Hmmm?" he said, kissing the tender spot on the side of her neck. "Did you want something?"

"Please," she hissed. "You're killing me…" For someone who'd never had sex as a human, she thought, Q certainly knew what he was doing. She looked up at his face and realized he was laughing at her.

"Something funny?" she gasped as snidely as she could. Q bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers.

"You're beautiful when you're mad at me," he whispered. Kathryn groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure at the compliment. She shifted underneath him, trying unsuccessfully to find a more satisfying angle. Q laughed at her again. She growled in irritation at his sweet torment. Lust gave her enough strength to suddenly push unsuspecting Q onto his back, then jump on top of him.

"Kathr—," he started to say, but she cut him off with a fierce kiss. Then she slid down until the tip of his penis was pressed against her slick entrance. Before Q could protest, Kathryn mounted him and bore down inch by inch until he was deep inside her. "Sweet cosmos!" Q hissed. They both cried out and jerked in pleasure. Every small movement he made caused her to clench with sensation. Q put his hands on her hips and pulled her up slightly, then pushed her back down as he thrust up into her. Kathryn felt a jolt of electricity arc through her body.

He took his hands from her hips and began to trace small trails up and down her thighs and over her knees. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his chest, and his hands were suddenly in her hair, moving around her scalp, stroking and massaging. She moved her hips in a circular motion, and gasped at the sensations the action produced. The hands in her hair clenched involuntarily, and Kathryn grinned a naughty grin into Q's chest. She sat up, and placed her hands on his chest, pleased at the dreamy look on Q's face. Watching him, Kathryn repeated the movement, smiling as Q twitched with pleasure.

"Did you like that?" she grinned. He nodded, his expression awestruck. Kathryn began to grind against him in a slow, steady pace, amazed at how wet she was and how easily he moved with her. Q groaned and began to run his hands over her body--up her legs, over her stomach, over her breasts, down her arms and back. Kathryn echoed his groan with one of her own. She learned forward and kissed Q, who returned the gesture with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Q slid his hand, palm up, between their bodies. His questing fingers found her sensitive nub and began to stroke her in time with her movements against him. Kathryn cried out and started to ride Q in earnest, her hips moving up and down with reckless abandon. She looked down at Q, who had a naughty grin on his face, clearly enjoying himself. Kathryn flushed, but couldn't feel embarrassed; the feelings running through her were too marvelous. She could feel her muscles start to clench, waves of sensation building inside her. She moaned throatily as her orgasm hit her. Mmmph! It was almost painful, her body jerking with every fantastic spasm.

"Oh god!" she hissed, breathing hard.

When it was over, she collapsed against Q's chest, still twitching with aftershocks. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Wow…" he whispered in her ear. "That was amazing." Kathryn chuckled.

"We're not done yet," she murmured. Q was still inside her, hard as a rock. She could tell he was dying for release, but too polite to move until he was sure she was ready. She rolled over onto her back, pulling Q with her.

"So forceful!" he gasped from above her. "I love it!" He leaned down and kissed her again, quite thoroughly. He pulled back, kneeling between her legs, and took her hands in each of his. Then he leaned forward again, raising her arms over her head and pinning them there. Kathryn moaned as he buried his face into her neck, licking and sucking, and suddenly he slid himself into her again. Kathryn sighed with pleasure.

"Ready?" he chuckled in her ear. She nodded in assent, and suddenly he was fucking her hard. She cried out and tried to free her hands so she could touch him, but he kept them firmly pinned to the bed. She growled in frustration, and wrapped her legs around Q's waist, forcing him to thrust into her deeper. Q groaned, and his hold on her wrists loosened enough for Kathryn to escape and wrap her arms around his neck. Q slid one arm under her back, holding her and aiding her movement against him.

Kathryn reveled in the delicious friction between them. She moved her hips, urging Q on. He began to make tiny noises, deep in his chest.

"Oh, Kathryn," he hissed, his breathing erratic. "I…oh!" Q suddenly made a squeaking noise, and Kathryn felt warmth inside her. Q thrust a few more times, making guttural noises as he did so, and then he shuddered, collapsing on top of her. Kathryn welcomed his weight as she kissed the top of his head. There was a moment of silence as both parties recovered.

After awhile, Q rolled onto his side and looked at her.

"Sweet Captain," he smiled. "I think I love you."

Kathryn rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop from smiling.

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Review please! ~Coffee