This story is so fluffy. I hope you guys don't think that I think I'm contributing anything of real substance here. Lol.
Enjoy! - Coffee
Kathryn spent most of her afternoon with Chakotay, going over Q's suggested flight plan ad nauseum. Chakotay nitpicked his way through each suggested stop and encounter in a not-so-subtle attempt to convey his distaste for Q. Even more obnoxious was the obligation Kathryn felt to tolerate Chakotay's overzealous dissection in order to prove that she wasn't showing Q any favoritism because of their relationship. Kathryn sat, grinding her molars furiously, as Chakotay reviewed the regional scans for the millionth time, and thought about all the ways in which she would not be showing her First Officer any favoritism any time soon.
She stood and went to the replicator for the fifth time that afternoon.
Her beverage shimmered into existence, and she clutched it between her palms in an effort to ground herself.
"That's your sixth cup today," Chakotay noted mildly from his seat beneath her windows. Kathryn rolled her eyes in annoyance before she turned around and made her way back to her seat. "That's two cups more than you normally have…even on a bad day."
"You're right, Commander. I need to do something to keep me awake."
"You could look at these scans of the third moon of this next planet Q wants to drag us to. Looks like a military installation to me…"
"You mean this culture has a military? That's certainly a surprise," Kathryn quipped, an edge of sarcasm creeping into her voice. "Not many civilizations have one of those."
"You're not taking this seriously, Kathryn."
"On the contrary!" Kathryn sighed. "You're taking this entirely too seriously! We've been at this for three hours, Chakotay. Enough is enough."
"Captain, it's our responsibility to anticipate any situation that might endanger the safety of this crew…" there was a condescending quality to his tone, as though he were reminding her that wasn't a good idea to have too many cookies before dinner, and to remember that she needed to do her chores before she could go out and play with her friends.
"I'm well aware of my captainly responsibilities, Commander. I think we're finished here." She stood and made her way back to her desk. "Nothing we've looked at today suggests that this course from Q contains unacceptable risk of danger, and the benefits of following it are too valuable to ignore."
There was a long pause as they stared each other down.
"Very well, Captain," Chakotay finally responded with an edge in his most professional tone. "I'll tell Tom to lay in the coordinates right away."
He gathered his PADDs and walked out.
Kathryn slumped in her chair and sighed deeply. According to Q's calculations, they would be making their first stop on an M-class planet rich with dilithium in just two days. Kathryn was glad she could take this one piece of news back to her quarters, where Q was undoubtedly waiting to continue their fight from earlier.
She couldn't blame Q for being jealous…she had spent a fair share of her free time stewing over Chakotay since he started dating Seven, but she was irritated that Q had allowed Chakotay's obviously petty attempt to evoke his jealousy succeed. She was not looking forward to soothing Q's ego when her shift ended.
But on the bright side, there was a great potential for some excellent make-up sex to be had afterward. Kathryn smiled and felt her face flush.
She spent the rest of her shift making an unnecessary, but not unwelcome tour of Engineering. She stopped by the Mess Hall to grab a snack and chat with Mr. Neelix, who was very happy to see her. She even stopped by sickbay to check in with the Doctor, which proved to be somewhat of a waste of time, as he was engaged in a medical experiment of some sort, and answered her questions in monosyllables until she finally took the hint and excused herself.
At last her shift was over. Kathryn braced herself and returned to her quarters.
To her surprise (and perverse disappointment) Q was not there. Sighing, she used the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and changed out of her uniform into a pair of loose linen pants and a long tunic-styled top. She considered ordering her dinner, but knew that Q would probably be disappointed if she ate without him. He seemed to enjoy watching her eat and forcing extra morsels onto her plate. Kathryn smiled at the thought. His concern for her was occasionally over-the-top, but Kathryn could always be certain that he cared, and that was a nice feeling.
An hour later, she was starving and still no Q. Clearly he was trying to make a point. Kathryn growled in annoyance as she paced the length of her living room. At last she called out, "Computer, locate Q."
The computer informed her that Q was in his own living quarters. Kathryn sighed and headed for the door. Fortunately, guest quarters were located close to the Captain's quarters. Kathryn always felt a little uncomfortable roaming the ship in her civilian clothes, and the fewer crew members that saw her, the better.
When she reached Q's door, she hit the call button and heard Q call, "Come in!" from the other side. The doors opened and Kathryn stepped through.
Q stood in front of his living room windows with his back rather dramatically turned to her, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked over his shoulder at her briefly before turning his face back to the view.
"Well good evening, Kathryn. I didn't expect to see you tonight," he said crisply. "Did Chakotay cancel your evening plans?"
Kathryn marveled at his mastery of sarcastic inflection.
"I didn't have any plans with Chakotay tonight, Q," she replied evenly. "You and I on the other hand…"
"Oh, did we have plans?" Q cut in, turning around and tapping his jawline thoughtfully. "I was certain you were going to be too busy making goo goo eyes at your First Officer all night to remember little old me!"
Kathryn smirked a little at the image Q painted and shook her head. "I did remember you, Q…"
"Oh goody!" he cut her off again. "How nice it is to be remembered! I mean, at least when this is all over, and I've been kicked out of the Continuum, broken hearted and alone, I can look back to the previous days and think, well at least Kathryn remembered me before she ran away with that tattooed buffoon!"
"Q…" Kathryn groaned, sensing a full-on rant about to explode on her head. "Please stop!"
"No!" he roared, stomping towards her at an alarming rate and stopping only just before he plowed her over. "Do you even comprehend what I've had to jeopardize just to be here with you? How much I've suffered for you?" he cried, staring down at her intensely. "In this form…I…have…to…use…toilets!" he hissed fiercely. Kathryn's eyebrows jumped up an inch at that, never having considered before as to whether the Q had to poop. No wonder he was always showering; the human form must feel rather disgusting for him. "And why do I do all this? Why? I do it to show how much I care for you! And how do you repay me?"
Kathryn took this opportunity to rise up on her tip-toes and plant a soft kiss on his cheekbone. He looked down at her, startled into silence.
"You're right," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I needed to get over Chakotay, and I have. I told him today that I needed to move on, and that I was moving on with you, which is part of the reason why he was so obnoxious to you earlier."
The hard line of Q's mouth softened a bit, but he pulled back from her grasp.
"Now Kathryn, I won't have you using your feminine wiles on me!"
"I'm serious, Q. I don't want Chakotay…I want you."
"Oh? You're sure about this?"
"Yes," she grinned. He smiled down at her in turn.
"All right then."
All traces of temper gone, Q learned down and planted a kiss, soft and sweet, onto her upturned mouth, which Kathryn returned with a groan. She pulled back to study his face.
"So, fight over?" she queried.
"Done," he confirmed.
"We never have to talk about this again?"
She gave him another brief kiss, which he tried to deepen into something seriously tempting, but Kathryn managed to pull back, grinning and blushing at the same time.
"I'm so hungry!" she cried plaintively. "I'd been waiting for you for an hour before I decided to come find you…a tad dramatic of you, by the way, hiding in here, making me come after you," she added with a touch of annoyance.
"I'm nothing if not a tad dramatic."
Kathryn rolled her eyes. Q smirked and took her hand. "We could certainly eat here, but I personally prefer your quarters."
"I can see why," Kathryn remarked looking around. Q's guest quarters were nice, but sparse and utilitarian. "I'm surprised you didn't bring more decorations with you to augment your splendid wardrobe." She looked him up and down suggestively. Q was wearing a tight black sweater and black pants. Originally the dark colors had fit his dark mood, but now that they weren't fighting anymore, he looked sexy and scrumptious. She took a moment admire the sleek lines of his body, the broadness of his shoulders. Her eyes traveled to his face to admire the strength of his jaw, the sultry curve of his lips. She realized he was watching her, a knowing gleam in his eye. She blushed and tried not to smile in response.
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it," he purred, his words ripe with double entendre. "And I didn't bring many decorations because I wasn't planning on spending much time in these particular quarters…" He took her hand in his and squeezed it affectionately. Kathryn scoffed at his arrogance and smacked his bicep lightly with her free hand, but she returned his squeeze with the other one. "Come on."
They made their way back to the Captain's quarters, maintaining a professional distance between the two of them the entire time, but as soon as the Captain's doors whooshed shut behind them, Q grabbed Kathryn around the waist and planted a kiss on her that was steamy enough to set fire to the room.
"This is much better," he whispered in her ear.
"I agree," she whispered back, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his soapy smelling chest. Q wrapped his arms around her and waltzed them both over to the dining area. He deposited her lightly on one of the chairs at the dinning table under the windows, and made for the replicator.
"Wine?" he asked.
"Yes please," she replied, standing to pull candle-holders and other dinner accouterments out of a storage cabinet. She set the table while Q ordered a specific bottle of merlot and glasses from the replicator. He returned to the table and poured her a glass as she lit the candles.
"Ooh, a candle-lit dinner…are you trying to seduce me, Kathy?" Q quipped.
"Yes," she replied simply, quirking a saucy eyebrow in his general direction. Q laughed and returned to the replicator.
"I'm feeling Italian this evening, what do you think?" he called over his shoulder.
"Italian sounds lovely," she said, taking a sip of her merlot. Q spoke to the replicator and returned with two plate of warm fettuccine tossed in a little olive oil and tossed with diced cherry tomatoes, mozzarella and basil. "Oh, this is prefect!" she breathed, and he laid her plate in front of her and took his place on the other side of the table.
They ate together companionably and comfortably. Q was amazingly attentive to her needs, offering her more wine and later getting her a glass of water. At one point during the meal, his foot made contact with hers under the table, and he kept it there, winking at her cheekily. It was wonderful. The cares of her day seemed to fade away. She could feel herself truly relaxing for the first time in what had seemed like forever.
She told Q that they were on their way to the first planet indicated on his flight plan, and thoroughly enjoyed his jubilant response. He clasped his hands and went on and on about the sites she would see, the people she'd meet, and the places they could explore together. He was thrilled, and his enthusiasm was infectious.
When she'd finished eating, Q recycled their plates and offered to replicate her some dessert and a cup of decaf. Kathryn declined dessert, but happily accepted the coffee, and plopped herself rather ungraciously on her couch. Q joined her promptly with a large piece of tiramisu. They relaxed together, Kathryn drinking her coffee, and Q wolfing down his dessert. At one point he seemed to realize himself, and offered Kathryn a bite, which she gracefully accepted. His eyes focused on her mouth for a moment longer than necessary, watching her swallow the tempting morsel, but he soon went back to stuffing his face, clearly enjoying his food.
"Being human isn't all bad, is it?" Kathryn chuckled as she watched him practically lick his plate clean.
"There are certain advantages that make up for its indecencies," Q sighed, learning back and patting his stomach in satisfaction. He gave her a tender look out of the corner of his eye, reached down, and pulled her feet into his lap. He ran his warm hands over her shins, calves, and around her ankles, soothing away the stresses and pains of wearing Starfleet-issued uniform boots for an entire day shift. His fingers traveled down to soothe the arch of her foot through her sock, and Kathryn sighed with bliss. She suddenly felt a little guilty for letting Q cater to her in this way, when she had barely considered his human needs.
"Has it been hard for you? What is it like? What can I do to help?" she asked as Q started on her other leg.
"It hasn't been nearly as hard as my first human experience…mostly because I chose it this time around. I had time to prepare…sleeping is still terrifying to me, although it's better when there's someone else there," he looked at her pointedly. She smiled. "I enjoy eating, but I detest hunger. I'm occasionally frustrated by how difficult things sometimes are…and then sometimes delighted by how easily they come together…" his fingers were sliding up the outer side of her leg, cupping the back of her knee and running his hand up and over the curve of her hip.
"Q…" Kathryn breathed.
"This obsession all you humans have with mating and sex…I didn't understand that before, but now…" he was moving over her, crouching like a tiger ready to strike. Kathryn almost giggled, but she held it back, biting her lower lip enticingly. "Now, I understand," Q continued, leaning down to press his lips to hers. "It's like, a craving..." he kissed her again, urgently. "You can't control it! It's primal…" He pressed himself against the length of her body and buried his face into her neck. Kathryn groaned and wound her hands into his hair, tracing her fingers across his scalp. He made a growling sound in response that made her gasp as every ounce of blood in her body rushed directly to her vagina. "You're so sexy…" he muttered, running his hands over her breasts possessively and breathing her in. "The way you feel, the way you smell…Kathryn…" he hissed her name like it was a prayer.
She was on fire, intoxicated by Q and what he was doing to her. She wrapped her limbs around him, moving against him wantonly, placing tiny, fierce kisses down the length of his jaw, grinning stupidly in anticipation of what was to come.
Q was in no hurry. He ran his hands over her body slowly, languidly, kissing her thoroughly as he went. Kathryn raked her nails lightly down his back and nibbled at his tender neckflesh, remembering how much he'd liked that the evening before. She was right; he shuddered violently and gripped her to him.
"You like that, huh?" she whispered to him, kissing the same spot.
"Yes," he growled.
"How about this?" she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging and massaging lightly.
""Yes!" he whimpered, kissing her frantically. As his lips moved against hers, Kathryn slipped her hand between their bodies to cup him through his pants.
"This?" she murmured coyly.
"Brazen temptress!" Q hissed. He stood abruptly, and pulled Kathryn up and against him before she even had time to miss the weight of his body. He kissed her furiously before half-dragging her to the bedroom, where he again pulled her flush against him and ran his hands over her rump while plundering her mouth. Kathryn clung to him too tightly, shaking with arousal. Q pulled away and pushed her back onto the mattress, grinning mischievously. Kathryn grinned back at him as he began to strip her of her clothing in a most efficient manner before practically ripping off his own garments.
His warm, naked body covered hers on the bed, and the sensation of hot flesh against hot flesh was too much for them both. Q lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling the nipples, while at the same time cupping her between her legs and finding slick wetness there. He groaned into her chest, and repositioned his hips between her thighs. Kathryn felt the tip of him pressed against the entrance of her opening, and cried out with need.
"Please," Q whispered, his voice tight with restraint, begging her for permission. Kathryn pushed against him in response, reaching down to grasp his hips and pull him closer. They cried out together in bliss as Q began to slide slowly into her, each slick inch sending paroxysms of ecstasy through them both. "Forgive me," he groaned as he began to move. "I can't…I can't…" Kathryn moaned with pleasure as Q started to thrust into her, hard and fast, stretching, invading. It was too good. His pelvis rocked against hers mercilessly, pressing against her clit with a glorious rhythmic pressure that made Kathryn see stars. She came hard against him with soft mewling cries, as waves of sensation rolled through her.
"Q…" she gasped. "You…you're so…"
"I'm sorry," he moaned "You're too…"
He thrust inside her so deeply, Kathryn thought he might split her in two, but then she felt the first hot spurt of his orgasm, warm and deep inside her. The sensation was so erotic, her walls suddenly clenched as she came a second time, crying out, milking him for all he was worth. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as he rode her climax out, loving the sounds he made and the way he settled on top of her afterward, still joined with her, burying his face into her neck and hair.
"I love you," he gasped. Kathryn chuckled.
"You feel good," she replied, running soothing hands up and down his back.
"So do you," he murmured. "So good."
"I could get used to this," she sighed.
"That's the idea," he grinned, rolling to his side and propping himself up on one elbow. "I plan to ruin you for all other men."
Kathryn laughed and cuddled up next to him.
"You're off to a good start."
He held her as they silently basked in the afterglow of great sex, but eventually Kathryn felt cold and a little sloppy.
"What do you say to sharing a sonic shower before bed?" she queried, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
"An excellent idea," he nodded in approval.
She slid off her side of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Q watched her move, clearly enjoying the view.
"Are you going to join me?" she asked, grabbing a towel.
"Absolutely," he replied, and did just that.
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