Voyager is the property of Paramount. I commandeered her for a bit during the summer between Seasons 1 and 2 for this story, but gave her back in working order (and with the plausibility generator on-line--I take no responsibility for "Threshold"). Neelix's green stuff has *not* been approved by the FDA. This story is for adults only.
B'Elanna Torres stood in the corridor for a long time before she reached out to the panel by the door and signalled her presence. She was still very much under the influence of the green stuff, or she wouldn't have been there at all, but her thinking was sufficiently coherent that the idea of making a pass at the captain gave her pause. What if the captain had eaten the purple stuff? After all, she'd showed signs of recklessness on occasion--pursuing the Vidiians into that asteroid, going back into that cloud critter that had already damaged the ship on their first trip inside. Eating the purple stuff involved a much smaller risk, even if it had reminded Torres of something perfectly dreadful which an aunt visiting from the Klingon homeworld had served her once when she was about nine years old.
After Paris had gone to sleep, she'd first thought about looking up Chakotay. They'd known each other for years, they were good friends, they'd already had one sexual encounter which she remembered as pleasurable, though she was a little fuzzy on the details. But somehow she just couldn't get the captain's face out of her mind. It surprised her that she'd come to feel this way. Initially, Janeway had simply seemed stiff and Starfleet, and Torres had felt like a prisoner. The captain had made it perfectly clear that she was reluctant to make Torres her chief engineer. But once she had the job, and found that Janeway was willing to put aside her prejudices and work with her, she'd begun to notice other qualities in the captain: her adventurous spirit, her open mind, her generosity, and her calm self-confidence, which Torres envied tremendously. That day when they'd both said "Warp particles!" at the exact same time, something had just clicked. And, Torres being a sensual person and Janeway being a very attractive woman, the engineer's admiration had from the beginning been mixed with a desire to see what the captain looked like out of uniform.
When the chime at the door sounded, the captain was sitting on the sofa with her first officer's head in her lap. Behind her, the stars in the window were streaks of light.
"Now who can that be at this time of night? I'm off duty." She ran her fingers through Chakotay's hair. "With good reason," she added.
"Why don't you find out who it is?" asked Chakotay.
This seemed like a reasonable course of action.
"Computer, who is at the door?" Janeway traced the edge of Chakotay's ear with her finger.
"Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres," came the computer's voice.
"Shall I invite her in?" asked Janeway, looking down at Chakotay with a lascivious smile on her face.
"By all means, but be careful. It's possible she had the purple stuff and this is just business." Chakotay stood up and withdrew to Janeway's bedroom.
Janeway wrapped her pink satin robe more closely around her and called "Come in." The door slid open. Torres had been about ready to give up and leave, and the additional wait had done nothing to decrease her nervousness. She stepped inside. Her palms were sweating. She'd done a lot of stupid things in her career, but she had the feeling she was about to top them all. Still, she couldn't resist, certainly not when the captain was sitting there in a rose- colored satin robe, her hair falling loose about her shoulders, looking warm and lovely and like she might very well have had the green stuff for dinner.
"What can I do for you?" Janeway was asking.
"Captain, I know this is way out of line but right now I don't care. If you don't want what I'm offering you, just say so and I'll leave. Please don't throw me in the brig--you can spank me if you want to." She walked over to where the captain was sitting, banging her shin on the coffee table in the process, and fell on her knees in front of her. "I really, really want to make love to you."
Seeing B'Elanna's dark, serious eyes looking up at her, Janeway was reminded of Bear and felt a pang of homesickness. She pushed it aside. She'd been uncertain about Torres's engineering skills at first, and very uncertain about her ability to get along with the rest of the crew, but there had never been any question in her mind about the young woman's physical attractiveness. Over time, she'd grown to like her as a person, too. She valued Torres's straightforwardness. She found this a most appealing example of that quality. She reached out and stroked her thick, shining, dark hair.
"You should know that we're not alone. Chakotay is here. Is it all right with you if he stays?"
Torres considered. She really wanted the captain to herself. On the other hand, Chakotay was not exactly chopped liver.
"Yes, it's all right." Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chakotay appear in the doorway, but she didn't take her eyes from the captain's face as she rose and sat down beside her on the couch. Janeway's mouth, usually firmly set, was soft and inviting. Her eyes shone warmly. Torres slipped an arm around Janeway's neck, careful not to pull that beautiful hair. She was feeling slightly dizzy. She reached out slowly and laid her hand on the captain's chin, turning those narrow red lips toward her own. Feeling the captain's tongue deep in her mouth, she made a silent resolution to be nicer to Neelix in the future.
Torres moved her hand lower, letting it slide down the silky surface of the robe until she felt the warm roundness of the captain's breast, its nipple hard against her palm. One of Janeway's hands had penetrated the thick forest of her hair. The fingertips moving against her scalp both relaxed and aroused her, not that she could get that much more aroused than she already was. The captain's other hand, trapped in an awkward position between their two bodies, fumbled ineffectually with the closure of her uniform.
Torres slipped back down to the floor, pressing her body against Janeway's knee as she did so. She knelt in front of the captain and placed her hands at the point where the fabric of the robe parted to reveal her slender legs. She slid her hands slowly up the captain's thighs, feeling them become covered with goosebumps. The robe opened farther and farther, revealing a neat patch of dark brown hair. She moved her hands back down to the knees, then between them. When she began to press the knees apart, the captain did not resist, but slid forward on the couch, letting B'Elanna's hands run up the insides of her legs, until what B'Elanna wanted was there at the edge of the couch, pink and open and dripping. B'Elanna kissed her on both thighs and then direct on the clitoris, sending a sudden shock of sensation through the captain's body. Then she bowed her head and began to move the bony ridges of her forehead against the captain's vulva, very gently, from side to side and up and down. She heard the captain gasp with pleasure, felt her push against her forehead and add her own movements. After a while B'Elanna switched to more conventional methods, working on the captain's clit with her lips and tongue and sliding first two, then three fingers into her dripping vagina. She was glad she'd recently trimmed her fingernails. Janeway came with a cry which B'Elanna was sure could be heard on all decks.
By this time, Chakotay's habitual stoicism was rather severely strained. He had come somewhat before the captain, by his own hand, leaving a smear of semen on her desk top, but he had no intention of being relegated to the bleachers for the remainder of the evening. His voice startled the two women.
"One of you two had better get where I can screw her right now, or I'm going to go crazy," he said.
Janeway smiled down at Torres.
"I think it's your turn," she said. "Why don't we move into the bedroom?" Her back was beginning to hurt. Torres nodded. She stood up, sweeping Janeway up carefully in her arms. The captain put her arm around her chief engineer's shoulders and kissed her cheek. Torres carried her into the next room and put her down on the bed (whose covers, for some reason, lay crumpled on the floor), smiling at Chakotay in passing. She then went to the sink and washed her hands and face, using the captain's rose-scented soap. Chakotay followed her and embraced her from behind, taking her breasts in his hands and rubbing his cock against her rear end. She was so irritatingly--clothed.
"I thought you didn't like that uniform," he said, looking at her in the mirror. He began to fumble with the fastenings. She watched in the mirror as he undressed her, admiring her own body, slim and brown with small, firm breasts. He squatted to remove her boots, biting her ass in passing. She slapped at him but missed. When he'd taken off her boots, she kicked the uniform aside and turned to face him. Kathryn Janeway was watching with interest from the bed. Torres pushed past Chakotay, away from the sink alcove, into the open space at the foot of the bed.
"You're going to lie down on that bed, now," said Chakotay in a voice which was half-threatening, half-desperate.
"Make me," replied Torres with a grin.
Chakotay swore, in Klingon for her benefit. Normally, he liked games like this, but right now he was about to explode. He lunged at her. She stepped to one side, but he still caught her arm. She pulled it out of his grip and turned to face him again. When he renewed his attack, she jumped aside, knocking over a small white-topped table and sending a pot of flowers crashing to the floor. Oh, no, she should have thought of that, this wasn't really the thing to do in someone else's quarters. She looked around at the captain's furniture in a bit of a panic. She had to stay away from the grandfather clock and the gramophone, definitely. When Chakotay reached for her again, she tried to move in the direction of the desk, which looked reasonably solid, but she tripped over a leg of the table. Chakotay caught her, wrapping his strong arms around her back. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. She struggled, but was careful not to kick him in the wrong place. He dropped her onto the bed, pinning her as best he could. He looked up at Janeway.
"Why don't you give me a hand, Kathryn?"
Janeway grabbed Torres's wrists and, because Torres let her, was able to pull her arms out straight above her head where she could hold them firmly against the bed. Chakotay seized her thighs just above the knees and forced them apart, inserting his body between them. He pulled her forward until her hips were just over the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. He and Janeway now had such superior positions that Torres, despite her strength, could struggle as hard as she liked with no effect, and she did so. She was glad she'd decided to allow Chakotay to stay. Chakotay teased her, rubbing just the tip of his penis along her inner thighs and across her vulva, for longer than she'd have thought he'd be able to stand. Then he entered her and thrust hard, delaying his climax for as long as he could, which was not very long. When he came, he released her thighs and collapsed forward onto her with a sigh. She wrapped her legs around him. Janeway released Torres's wrists and knelt on the bed with her knees apart, placing Torres's hands on the insides of her thighs. Torres took the hint and went to work.
Meanwhile, Chakotay slid back down to the floor, spread Torres's legs again, and buried his face in her pussy. She was exquisitely wet and smelled delightful, with a definite hint of the typically musky Klingon smell but nothing overpowering. He recognized the grassy scent of semen as well. If he'd had the same keen sense of smell as his animal guide, he would have noticed that not all of it was his. He started with gentle flickering motions of his tongue, but given that she'd already indicated she liked it rough, he went on to bite her outer labia and press his tongue hard against her clitoris. When he sensed by her struggles and her moans that she was getting close to orgasm, he backed off and bit her thigh. She swore at him. He made her wait a long time, kissing her belly and thighs. Then he took his hands from her knees--she made no move whatsoever to bring her thighs together or to kick him away. He spread her lips with one hand and slipped the other inside, then covered her clitoris and the smooth and slimy surfaces around it with the fingers of the one hand, making small but rapid motions, as he thrust the other in and out. She spread her legs even farther apart and pressed herself against him, her own touches to Janeway's cunt becoming less and less attentive. She came convulsively, wrapping her legs around Chakotay again.
Slowly, B'Elanna Torres became aware that the captain was pulling impatiently at her hands.
"Sorry," she said with a smile, picking up the pace. The captain began to move her hips in slow circles. Torres turned and scrambled up onto the bed. Chakotay came around and stood by the bed, turning Janeway so that her back was toward him, taking her breasts in his hands. She reached back to embrace him. Torres put her knees between the captain's and her arm around her hips, pulling her forward and up as she slid two fingers of her other hand inside her. She went to work on the clitoris with her thumb as gently as she knew how. Then she brought her other hand into the act. The captain clung to Chakotay's shoulders, thrusting her hips forward, pressing the most tender parts of her body with more and more force against B'Elanna's fingers. For a moment, she thought there had been some kind of a malfunction of the gravity generators and that she was floating. Then she came, writhing frantically. She collapsed onto the bed.
"You're good with your hands," she told Torres, her voice even huskier than usual.
"I think an engineer needs to be," Torres replied.
Chakotay lay back across the bed. Without any prompting, Torres nestled her head on his belly and took his generous cock into her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of its tip, raising her head to flicker her tongue against the spot on the front where that edge came up in an inverted V, then trace a zigzag line down to where the hair began. Then she took his balls in her hand and laid her head back down, taking him as deeply into her mouth as she comfortably could, biting him gently a couple of times by way of revenge, then settling into a rhythmic sucking.
Meanwhile, Kathryn Janeway had recovered, taken a position on the other side of the bed, and was caressing Torres's legs and buttocks with long, gentle strokes. They were beautiful legs, slim but strong. She'd been very glad when Starfleet had scrapped those damned miniskirts, but she was sort of sorry not to have the chance to see B'Elanna in one. It wouldn't have done much for the efficiency of operations in Engineering, though. She slid her hands under B'Elanna's right leg and lifted it, ducking underneath to support it on her shoulder. Supporting herself on her right elbow, she began caressing B'Elanna's thoroughly wet cunt with her left hand. B'Elanna quivered at her touch. The captain bent down and let her tongue get into the act. B'Elanna let Chakotay slide out of her mouth, and her inarticulate noises became discernable, though not especially profound, words.
"Oh... yes... please... more... please... "
The captain obliged her, holding her fingers tightly together and pressing them into B'Elanna's body, feeling the tight grip of B'Elanna's muscles around them. B'Elanna's speech became inarticulate again and soon the captain felt a rhythmic pressure against her fingers.
Chakotay laid B'Elanna's head down gently and walked around to where the captain's slender legs were trailing off the bed. He looked down at her as she lay there between B'Elanna's legs, her robe half off, her chest flushed, her nipples hard. She disengaged herself from B'Elanna and gave him a quizzical look.
"Kathryn, I think it's your turn," he said, with that mysterious smile of his. She felt his big, warm hands on her hips, turning her on her back, holding her firmly, lifting her so that she let out a little cry of surprise which made B'Elanna turn over. B'Elanna looked at them and laughed. She'd just remembered something about that night with Chakotay. She hoped he was a little steadier on his feet tonight. The captain's field of vision was restricted to her first officer's lower abdomen. Her hair fell to below his knees. She let her robe slip off, wrapped her arms around his hips and began somewhat absentmindedly licking his cock, the focus of her attention about sixty-five centimeters higher. She couldn't move much in this position, not without worrying about throwing Chakotay off balance, anyway, but his tongue was very active. She kicked rather hard against the window when she came, but of course the windows of starships are designed to withstand much greater impacts. No serious damage was done to her foot, either. Chakotay laid her down gently on the bed.
She lay for a moment across the bed, with B'Elanna stroking her breasts. B'Elanna looked up at Chakotay, then back to the captain. The captain nodded. She sat up on the edge of the bed while B'Elanna stood up and gently maneuvered the smiling Chakotay onto the bed. He lay on his back, looking up through the window at the streaking stars which were the only sign that they were actually traveling through space at almost four hundred times the speed of light. It felt good to lie down, not that the captain was all that heavy. B'Elanna traced the lines of his tattoo with her finger, then bent her head to kiss him. He responded enthusiastically, slipping his fingers into her thick, dark hair and pulling her head to his. She held the kiss a long time, but then broke free--she had other things in mind for his tongue. She settled herself comfortably, remembering--the effects of the green stuff had worn off enough to permit some degree of rational thought--that it was important for Chakotay to be able to breathe.
Chakotay's view of what was going on below his face was thoroughly blocked by B'Elanna, but he correctly surmised that the gentle strokes he felt on his body and legs came from the captain's silky hair. It sent shivers down his spine. It came perilously close to tickling. As she brought it slowly up his thigh, his penis flopped like a fish out of water and his tongue pressed hard against B'Elanna's clit. Janeway smiled at the effect she was having and continued to tease him. His pleas for mercy were muffled by B'Elanna. Janeway lay down on his legs to control his struggles, feeling him heaving and twisting under her. Finally, she ran her tongue up the underside of his penis and took the tip in her mouth, caressing his balls with her hand, using just the right amount of pressure, neither tickling nor squeezing. She began to move her lips rhythmically up and down his shaft. She was surprised, when he came, that he still had so much in him.
B'Elanna felt the movements of Chakotay's tongue become more frantic and then cease altogether. She looked down and saw that his eyes were closed. She slipped off and knelt on the floor, knees wide apart and breasts against the edge of the bed, and began to stroke herself. Soon her hand was replaced by both of Janeway's, one from the front and one from behind. She came, hard, muffling her cries in the mattress so as not to disturb Chakotay. Then she turned, put her arms around Janeway, and lowered her to the floor. She kissed the captain's soft, yielding breasts and slid her knee between her thighs, gently drumming her fingers against her abdomen, lower and lower, until she felt the captain's body begin to buck. Then she knelt and put her hands against those smooth, white thighs, spreading them wide apart, holding them firmly, admiring the glistening flesh between them, breathing soft puffs of air against it.
"Dammit, Torres, finish me off," came the captain's drowsy voice. "That's an order." Torres obeyed. Then the two of them lay on the floor in each other's arms for a few minutes before climbing back onto the bed and cuddling up, one on either side of the sleeping Chakotay.
They slept that way for a couple of hours, then awakened because the two women were cold and Chakotay's arms had gone to sleep. At that point, B'Elanna Torres chose to get dressed and return to her own quarters. Chakotay also made groggy moves to go.
"It wouldn't do for members of the crew to see me coming out of your quarters at 0700. I'd better get back to my own bed now."
"How long were you in the Maquis? And you don't think you can get four meters down a corridor without being seen except in the middle of the night?" asked his captain with mock exasperation, her arm around his shoulders. He smiled, tickled her, and permitted her to settle him down again. She picked up the covers from the floor and threw them over him, then snuggled up next to him. She nestled her head on his shoulder, wrapped one leg around his, laid her arm across his smooth, warm chest, and dropped off to sleep, feeling like a lizard basking on a sun-warmed rock.