Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount. The story is a product of my sick little mind.First Place in Blue Alert New The Root of all Happiness
Rated NC17
The negotiations had gone well. The reports from the planet were good from the start and B’Elanna had been nothing sort of ecstatic when she recounted the list of available spare parts at the morning meeting. Neelix reported the cupboards well stocked and it had all been remarkably easy. The Captain and B’Elanna returned to the planet to attend one more round of diplomatic rituals to assure the hierarchy that Voyager and her people were grateful and forever indebted to the Barellii and Voyager broke orbit.
As with all successful trade missions, this one left the Captain with elevated spirits. When the Captain was happy Voyager was happy and so the following days glided by smoothly.
“Sickbay to Captain Janeway.”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Captain, you possible come to sick bay? I need to consult with you.”
“Can’t it wait, Doctor? I’m due for my lunch break in half an hour, I could come down then.”
“Captain, I believe you should make the time now.”
“All right.” The Captain glanced at her first officer and rolled her eyes. She was in too good a mood to let the doctor spoil it.” “On my way.”
“Thank you, Captain. Doctor out.”
“Commander, the bridge is yours.” She stood and smiled. “It seems I am needed in sick bay.”
“Captain, are you sure it’s not a trap?”
“A trap?”
“It is close to physical time, isn’t it?”
“I think you give our EMH too much credit.” Kathryn laughed her good mood carrying forward as she entered the lift.
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“Captain, good. May I speak with you in my office?”
“Certainly, Doctor.” The Captain led the way taking a seat in front of his desk. “What’s this all about?”
“I have been going over the food stuff we acquired from the Barellii.”
“And is there a problem?”
“Yes, I have found several roots that could cause slight problems for several species on board…”
“Then eliminate the roots.” The Captain felt the good humor slipping with his drawn out explanation.
“Yes, that will handle the problem in most cases.” He turned the view screen toward her. “This particular item…
“Yes, they call it a pomlutii or something.”
“The Pomlutuii, yes.” The Doctor’s concern deepened. “You know this root?”
“Yes it’s quite sweet but tastes a lot like a pineapple.” She glanced from the screen to see the concern on his face. “It was a large part of the final ritual. Is there a problem with it? I feel fine.”
“You consumed this?”
“Yes, quite a bit of it as I recall, as did B’Elanna.” She glared at him. “What’s the problem, you approved all the food at the banquet?”
“Well, I never approved this one, but that might explain the problem in engineering.”
“What problem? Why don’t I know about this problem?”
“Mr. Simmons was in here earlier, nothing major a minor burn, but in the course of conversation he mentioned that Lieutenant Torres was behaving like a —well, rather badly.”
“Mr. Simmons is not known to be a fan of Lieutenant Torres.”
“While that is true, Captain,” He scanned her quickly as he spoke. “I believe this particular incident may well be related to the Pomlutuii she ingested.” He shook his head at the readings. “You seem to have eaten a fair amount yourself.”
“All right, Doctor, explain this to me. Just what is the problem with this.” She gestured toward the screen. “We both ate this thing and I feel fine, as far as I know so does B’Elanna.”
“Captain, would you please have Lieutenant Torres report to sick bay.”
“Doctor I want an explanation.”
“And I will give you one, but first please ask the Lieutenant to join us here.”
“Janeway to Torres.”
“Yes Captain.”
“Lieutenant, please report to sickbay immediately.”
“Captain I’m busy here
“That’s an order Lieutenant. Janeway out.” She glared at the doctor. “Now, explain.”
“The ingestion of this root causes certain chemical reactions, in humanoids, which in turn stimulates certain nerves creating an electrical impulse that is carried to the brain. The brain then sends out its own messages creating an altered physical state.”
“Altered how?” She was growing weary of his lengthy childlike explanation. She was scientist for god's sake she understood synaptic reactions.
“Blood pressure becomes elevated, the heart rate increases and respiration becomes shallow and rapid. The body will become more sensitive to outside stimuli and there will be hormonal fluctuation. There will be an intense increase in the blood supply to the genital region.”
“Doctor, are you telling me this—this—root is an aphrodisiac?”
“That is a rather simplistic and I might say ‘mild’ explanation of the expected reaction.” The doctor showed the Captain a tiny piece of the root. “Would you say you consumed this much of the plant?”
“Much more than that, I’m afraid.”
“Yes, well this much of the plant may have a moderate effect on humans, beyond that the problem increases exponentially.”
“But I feel fine.”
“Yes, well, I have no way of knowing the incubation period of this substance, but it will sooner or later have the prescribed effect.”
“I see and what are we doing to counteract this effect?”
“Captain, I must say I’m flattered, but I’m certain I am not the person you wish to resolve this with.”
“You’re the doctor. Who else should resolve this?”
“Surely, I wouldn’t venture to guess.” He took his seat and grinned at her. “But there is only one way that I know of to counteract this effect.”
“You’re not suggesting…?”
“Not suggesting at all. I’m prescribing …”
“I get it!” The Captain stood and paced the room.
B’Elanna entered sickbay, looking more than a little agitated. Shocked by her appearance the Captain glared at the doctor.
“Yes, I suspected her reaction would be more severe, you do have to love that Klingon blood.”
The doctor was enjoying this a little too much for Kathryn’s taste and she made a mental note to attend to him later.
“Come in Lieutenant.” The doctor held the door open. “I would like to explain something to you.”
“That won’t be necessary, Doctor. I will explain to B’Elanna.”
“Very well.” He walked half way out the door. “Oh and Captain you are both relieved of duty until this is resolved.”
“And how long is that?” Kathryn demanded
“That, my dear, Captain, depends on how effective your treatment is.” He closed the door leaving the two women alone.”
Kathryn explained the problem to B’Elanna as calmly as possible. Her chief engineer was not happy to be relieved of duty but was glad to understand her current aggressive state. She might even have considered it funny if the captain had not been clearly upset. After a short time, Kathryn sent B’Elanna to her quarters and headed to the readyroom to make arrangements for her own ‘leave’.
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The door slid back to admit him. Chakotay stepped inside the darkened quarters just far enough to allow the door to close behind him. Kathryn smiled at him from her place on the couch.
“Hi.” She brushed her hair from her face. “You can come in I’m not contagious.”
“How are you?” Chakotay thought she looked uncomfortable but not anything like he expected. She had been her for two days so perhaps the effects were wearing off. He took a seat beside her.
“I’ve been better, but I’ll be fine.” Kathryn laughed nervously and sipped her coffee. “Help yourself to something if you like.”
She put the coffee done and straightened the hem of her dress.
“No, nothing right now thanks.”
As Kathryn continued to quietly fuss with her dress, Chakotay inventoried her appearance. Her hair was in its usual style but freer, somehow softer and less restrained. Her fresh scrubbed face showed not a trace of makeup, just a healthy looking glow. She wore a loose fitting dress and no shoes. She seemed a bit jumpy but otherwise fine.
“Chakotay you often said you would be here for me – no matter what I needed.” Kathryn broke the silence, not looking at him as she shifted in her seat.
“You know I will.” Chakotay had spoken to the doctor but he found Kathryn much too controlled, to believe the accuracy of the diagnosis. He had had to relieve Tom of duty this morning, B’Elanna almost killed him; Kathryn did not seem to be having the same reaction.
“I need you to….” Kathryn got up and walked to the viewport “I need---your help”
Chakotay followed her, watching her agitated movements. He moved closer. Kathryn jerked away wrapping her arms around herself.
He was close, so close she could hear him breathing, she imagined she could feel the heat of his body behind her. Her whole body tingled just with his presence. She hoped he wouldn’t touch her and she prayed that he would. Kathryn hugged herself tighter; she couldn’t do this.
“I’m sorry, Chakotay, I shouldn’t have taken you away from your duty.”
“I went off duty an hour ago.” He took a step toward her, but stopped when she stiffened.
“Well, this was a bad idea anyway. I should be resting, after all the doctor did put me on medical leave. You better go. ”
“Kathryn, I spoke with the doctor.”
Kathryn turned in shock, her eyes large and frightened, then the anger set in.
“I was concerned about you, he explained….” Chakotay reached out but she backed away.
“He had no right…” He cheeks turned a bright red, the anger in her eyes was clouded by embarrassed tears.
I’m sorry Kathryn, but he had every right. He was forced to relieve the Captain of duty there is only so long that he can keep the nature of that decision from the acting Captain. He was concerned about the ship and he is more concerned about you.”
“You’re perfectly capable of running the ship and I can take care of myself!” She turned to stare out the viewport. “Get out!”
“I’m not leaving you like this. Kathryn...” He was beginning to realize that the doctor had not exaggerated. Even Kathryn's practiced control was about to snap. He watched her try to reign in her desperate need.
“You may be the acting captain but I still have some rights. These are still my quarters and I’m telling you to leave.” She hissed at him through clenched teeth.
Chakotay closed the space between them gently rubbing his hands down the side of her taut arms. Kathryn groaned and trembled at his touch.
“Kathryn.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath and let her head drop back against his chest. Looking down at her closed eyes, her heaving chest, gave Chakotay his first glimpse of how bad off she really was.
“You have no idea, Chakotay.” Her words came out in a rush of hot air as Kathryn leaned back pressing herself against him and reaching to draw his arms around her. “I tried – spirits how I tried...” Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath catching her lower lip between her teeth.
“Kathryn...” He spoke her name as he kissed her hair, his warm breath causing her to shiver.
“No.” Kathryn tried to push herself away. “This was a bad idea.
Chakotay easily held her against her weak struggles.
“Please, I don’t want it this way.” Kathryn fought harder but he wouldn’t release her. “This isn’t right, I always imagined…”
“It’s right Kathryn, it’s always been right.” He held her gently, he wouldn’t force her to do this not even for her own good, but he could feel her tremble. “I love you, Kathryn, nothing else matters. Just let this happen; you need this.”
Her eyes closed, her fists in tight balls held stiffly at her side, Kathryn took deep slow breaths in a desperate attempt to control the fire surging through her blood. She wanted him, god right now she had to have him, but it wasn’t right. Their coming together shouldn’t be some quick hard fuck to satisfy some burning primal need--- oh god, but that’s exactly what she craved.
“You’re willing to do this?” She leaned away from him.
“Yes.” He almost wanted to laugh at the question, but he knew it was part of her struggle. She was his commanding officer; she needed to be sure.
Chakotay could see she was fighting the inevitable, but he was determined to leave her as much choice as possible. He stood rock still, afraid to move, afraid that even his breathing would cause her distress; he didn’t touch her beyond where his hands now rested on her arms. Looking at her, he could see Kathryn losing her battle. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her hips rocked involuntarily; he could see the flush of her arousal and almost feel the pounding of her blood as it surged through her.
Kathryn was lost in the blur of a sexual haze. She could feel him solid and warm behind her; she pressed back hard. Her hips rocked against the swell of his manhood and she moaned. She needed him; she had to have him.
“Chakotay.” Her fingers dug into his thighs as she ground her bottom against him. “Please…”
“What do you want, Kathryn?”
Kathryn felt his breath ruffle her hair; the flood gates opened and she turned in his arms. Suddenly, her mouth was on his, her tongue forcing his lips apart. Her hands pawed at him, tearing at his clothing.
“Easy, Kathryn.” Chakotay tried to still her hands.
“I can’t.” Her hands pushed his shirt off as her mouth blazed a trail across his chest. “Help me.”
Kathryn didn’t wait for him to respond before she pulled away, frantically attacking the buttons on the dress. When her fingers fumbled she yanked the dress over her head and advanced on him completely naked. She forced him backward across the room her tongue plummeting his mouth, hands struggling with the fasteners on his pants. Kathryn growled into his mouth, frustrated by the failure of her clumsy fingers to rid him of the cloth barrier.
Chakotay steadied himself, letting her move him backwards across the room until he leaned against the back of the couch. He toed off his shoes and forced her hands aside quickly working the fasteners and letting his pants slip to the floor.
Kathryn’s hands were back yanking at his boxers roughly dragging them down his legs. Chakotay stepped out of his clothing and tried to steer her around the couch toward the bedroom; he managed only a few steps.
Kathryn had no time for preliminaries, and she wasn’t fussy about the location, she pushed him over the arm of the couch and climbed on top of him. She was wet and tight, and her muscles unaccustomed to the intrusion; Kathryn gasped. Her whole body shook as she allowed her own weight to force their joining. She stilled for only a moment then began to raise and lower her body over him.
Chakotay began to move with her, his reaching out to cup her breasts; she pumped harder. The room was filled with the sounds of panting breaths, the scent of arousal hung heavy in the air. Chakotay’s hand grazed the soft flesh of her belly, fingers reaching into sodden curls to stroke her needy center; Kathryn cried out.
Kathryn continued at a furious pace, driving herself hard against his body. Faster, harder, he matched her stroke for stroke. With a sharp gasp her body stiffened, then ached as she convulsed wildly above him, his name garbled in a throaty cry. He tried to holdback against the furious contractions of her tight muscles but her frantic release proved too much, he spilled himself deep within her spasming body. Kathryn sagged against his chest, breathlessly.
Chakotay held her, his hands soothing down her back as her body trembled with after shocks. He whispered words of love, trying to softly reassure her; he knew from reports that this was not over for her.
“Chakotay…” She raised her head and looked at him with painfilled eyes. “I…” she climbed off the couch.
“It’s all right, Kathryn.” He stood and took her in his arms.
Kathryn buried her face in his chest. Chakotay held her as her body shook with the effort of holding back her tears. Slowly the deep calming breaths grew shorter, her hands began a deliberate journey down his back, her hips rocked and her lips sought his.
“Chakotay.” She whispered into his mouth, before her mouth hungrily covered his.
Chakotay lifted her without breaking the kiss. He carefully placed her on the bed and moved beside her. He raised up mesmerize by the sight of his darker hands as they grazed over her milky white skin. His hands traced over soft curves his lips pressing moist kisses over the soft mounds of her breasts sucking on her tight nipples. Kathryn groaned reaching her hand into his hair, arching herself into his supple mouth. His hands moved lower running up and down her legs, caressing the smooth inner surface of her thighs, his lips moved across her belly and she shivered in anticipation. His hot breath blew against her damp curls and she spread her legs wider for him.
His lips touched her gently, his tongue tracing her swollen lips seeking the sensitive bundle of her pleasure. Kathryn cried out arching toward him, hands wildly grasping the air, as his surging tongue grew more demanding, delving into her tender flesh, kissing, nipping, stimulating her beyond reason. Chakotay pressed two fingers deep inside and Kathryn flew over the edge with a sharp cry. He didn’t stop; his lips and tongue forcing her up again before she could even come down. He body bucked wildly against his mouth; his name screamed and mumbled alternately as over and over again he push her through an unbelievable series of orgasms, until she lay limp on the bed.
He moved over her, slipping easily into her depths. With great effort she raised her legs around him locking her ankles behind him. He moved slowly, withdrawing then fully immersing himself again and again. Steadily he increased the rhythm as the pressure built and she once again writhed beneath him. His pace increased until he was slamming in and out, their sweat mingling, lungs raggedly sharing the same air in desperate gulps.
Kathryn screamed, arching hard against him, inner muscles grabbing him as she convulsed around him. His steady movements faltered as one last thrust he cried out her name and emptied his seed within her.
Slow easy thrusts drew them down and he rolled them to their sides. As semi coherent thought returned, Kathryn wanted to hide in shame. She wanted to run and wanted to thank him; she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
When she woke he was watching her. Kathryn looked away. She needed to say something but no words would come. Her mouth opened and closed, she bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment. She wondered how she would ever look at him again. He was her First Officer, and yes, her friend but this was beyond both of those. She had crossed a barrier not easily replaced.
“Kathryn.” He turned her so that she looked at him. “Please look at me.”
She faced him with her eyes tightly closed. She took several deep breaths and forced herself to look at him. When she finally met them, the eyes that watched her didn’t mock her or scold her they held only love. Kathryn cried.
Chakotay pulled her close allowing her to empty her emotions against his chest. He stroked her back and softly murmured his devotion into her hair. Finally, Kathryn’s shudders subsided and she stilled.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed against his damp chest.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Yes. I do. I had no right to ask this of you. I…”
“Kathryn, you can ask anything of me. Long ago I granted those rights to you. I haven’t done anything against my own will; you have nothing to apologize for. Where we go from here, is up to you. I just want you to know that I love you and you can ask anything of me- anytime.”
“I have so much to be sorry for.” She moved back, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry, I never told you I love you, I’m sorry for hiding my insecurities behind protocol and I sorry we were forced together by some damned alien root.” She watched him swallow hard, she knew he thought she was sending him away yet again. “But I’m not sorry that we have finally come together and…” She looked away, bit her lip then smiled at him. “Do you think we could do that again without the benefit of Pomlutuii?”
The End