The Captain and her boyfriend
vanhunks
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Rating: R
Summary: Me? I was just getting my own back at Fair Haven...
Janeway wants her man. Her man seems hesitant. Ronnie is in a mean mood. Keep going...
This very, very short piece was inspired by some interesting discussions a
friend and I had about Janeway and her hologram...
THE CAPTAIN AND HER BOYFRIEND
Kathryn Janeway stood looking at Michael. She wished that she didn’t have to wear this unwieldy dress with its equally unwieldy corset. It took forever to put on, and she could ask no one to tighten the laces at the back. It took less time to ‘unzip’ the damned thing. Michael was a dab hand at unlacing the corset. His hands were equally adept at untying the tiny row of buttons that stretched from the high neck of the bodice down to just below the waist of the skirt.
"Well?"
"I don’t understand, Katie," he said, his voice sounding a little scratchy and falsetto. He didn’t speak like this last week. Why did he sound suddenly so whining, so...
"Last week you had these buttons down in record time, Michael."
"Did I lose my touch?" he asked, unwittingly stepping into the next words she fired at him.
"I could use your touch here," she said, cupping her breasts and sidling lasciviously up to him.
She heard him groan. She frowned. Damn, why did Michael sound so strange today? Slowly she untied one button after the other, and when she stepped out of the dress, Michael’s eyes grew larger.
Good, she thought as she turned round so that he could unlace the corset. She grinned, thinking how he got that lump in his throat every time when he imagined her naked. But Michael gave an embarrassed little cough.
"Katie, there is something you - "
"Hurry, Michael, I can’t wait," she purred softly, turning her head to look at him. "Come on!" she encouraged while she wiggled her bottom to entice him. She smiled when she heard him groan again.
She felt his hands on her back, the touch of his fingers sending little frissons of pleasure down her spine. She even gave a delicious shiver as the feeling coursed through her. The laces were slowly untied until the corset was released. Eagerly she took hold of it and removed it. She threw it aside on the grassy embankment, grinning as she thought that he’d have to lace it up for her again, the prospect of feeling him hardening against her her quickening her heartbeat. She would be writhing under him again before they could finally have the thing laced up. Now she stood, dressed only in the short frilly bodice and the ridiculous pantaloons.
"Michael?" she asked suddenly, noticing how quiet he became. She turned into his embrace, and slowly, starting with his necktie, she undressed him.
"Katie," he groaned again. His hands cupped the sides of her head so that she had to keep still.
Kathryn stared at him with wonder. Michael was blushing! How...?
"I must tell you there is some - "
"Oh, come on Michael, you are as free and unattached as I am," she said with great conviction, at the same time unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off him.
She bent low and removed his boots. She could feel his hands in her hair which she had herself freed from the pins. Now her hair was loose, hanging in her neck.
"Hmmm..."
"Please...Katie..." came Michael’s muffled plea as Kathryn hooked her thumbs in the waist band of his trousers.
She felt for his drawers at the same time and gradually pushed the garments down, over his knees and down to his ankles.
She stilled.
She looked at him, then rose slowly. Her eyes were very wide, and she wasn’t certain if she should laugh or cry.
"Michael, are you malfunctioning?"
"I tried to tell you, Katie."
"Michael!" she cried softly as his hands went to his crotch to cover...nothing.
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