Title: Good Grooming is Essential
Author: Supersleuth Trekbottom L. ( diana6prince@yahoo.com )
Series: Voyager
Code: Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway/Torres
Pairing: F/M, F/F
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Captain is getting really, really irritable lately. Torres wonders how much more the crew can take before they mutiny. Chakotay and Torres together, resurrect a Maquis practice the Captain learns to appreciate.
Warning: Menstrual blood plays a small part in the story. (Near the end if you want to skip it).
Disclaimer: Paramount and Gene Roddenberry did such a nice job of creating and owning the STAR TREK franchise. Thanks guys! (Especially nice work on the TOS uniform pants design). I lay no claim to anything but this little adventure that follows.
Feedback: Sure. I'm new at this, so be gentle. diana6prince@yahoo.com
Written for the Femme Fuh-q Fest Round 17 -- http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/
by Supersleuth Trekbottom L.
Torres stood outside the Captain's quarters. She'd rung the buzzer once and knew she was expected, so she let herself in. "I'm a little late. The warp drive needed a little extra attention before I left." She stopped when she saw Janeway sitting on the couch releasing Chakotay from a kiss.
"Glad you could join us." They were both dressed casually, Kathryn in a green dress that accentuated her red hair.
"Sorry about the uniform." She looked down at her slightly rumpled uniform tunic with several tools in the breast pocket. They had agreed no uniforms for these evenings. "I just need a quick shower," and she headed for the Captain's bedroom.
"I left some clothes out for you on the bed, B'Elanna," Janeway called, having anticipated the needs of the overworked engineer. She went back to kissing Chakotay.
B'Elanna loved showering in the Captain's quarters, the few times she had done it. Few people knew Janeway had a real-water shower. No 'efficient' sonic shower for the Captain's quarters on this ship, and Torres reveled in the feeling of hot water coursing over her tired body. Yes, this was all working out just fine so far.
* * *
It was something Chakotay had said that had reminded B'Elanna of the Maquis' Grooming custom. She didn't often think of the Maquis these days. There was too much to do here. Not all Maquis embraced the ritual but it was part of the culture that the leader of a ship or group would have two or three 'groomers': voluntary members of the following who would look after certain aspects of the leader's needs if he or she weren't mated, and sometimes even if they were.
B'Elanna hadn't personally participated in the past. It was always an arrangement one must be chosen and volunteer for, to be mutually beneficial, although the intent was mostly for the support and health of the leader, something Starfleet didn't recognize in quite the same way.
The thought kept crossing Torres' mind over the course of the next month as Janeway sniped at her and everyone else out of some mood or frustration that she was obviously feeling. The crew was beginning to lose patience.
Chakotay had been in Engineering getting B'Elanna's weekly report on maintenance and engine efficiency. B'Elanna reported having met the demands of 'the damn captain with not so much as a thank you for my constant efforts to keep the warp drive running!' Torres looked sheepishly at Chakotay. "What's wrong with her, anyway? I'm getting worried."
"The same thing that is wrong with all of us. We're stuck out here, plus she has all of us to worry about too. She just needs to relax and have a break for a while."
"She needs a couple of Groomers if you ask me," said Torres, censoring her speech a little too late. "Uh, forget I said that."
Chakotay raised his eyebrows. "I'll take this to the Captain. You should try and relax too." He took the report padd she'd given him and gave her a smile before turning to go.
* * *
The next day Chakotay and Torres were having lunch in the mess hall.
"The Captain has a few ideas to make the Engineering section a little more impervious to any possible attack. She'd like you to review these." He slid the padd across the table to her. "And I've been thinking about what you said the other day."
"Ya, about what?"
"Groomers."
B'Elanna leaned in closer and hushed her voice. "Chakotay, I was making a bad joke. I'm sorry. It will never happen again."
"Actually, I was thinking the idea had some merit."
"For Janeway? I don't think so. You know she would never even entertain the idea. Besides, who would volunteer? We're not on a Maquis ship anymore."
"I was thinking we would."
"What?!"
"You know we both have an 'appreciation' for her. And we have both earned her trust. It could be an agreeable situation for all of us. Besides I think she deserves a little extra support and pampering, and what's more, I think she really needs it. Just think about it."
The more B'Elanna thought of it, the more she thought it was a good idea. The Captain was not getting any less surly. The crew was not getting any more tolerant. The Grooming idea had always made sense and appealed to her, and of all she'd been commanded by, Captain Janeway was the one she'd most enjoy serving in this way. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt, she'd just submerged it in the name of her sanity aboard this ship. And Paris had been great for mutually letting off some steam. Which is something Janeway didn't get to do, as far as she knew. That must be pretty tough. Even logically, this could be a good solution. But convincing Kathryn Janeway herself would be the biggest obstacle. And a negative reaction from her could make matters so much worse. There was that to consider, too.
* * *
Chakotay and B'Elanna were in his quarters. She was a bit fidgety. "I hope we're doing the right thing."
"We're only expressing our concern and suggesting how we can help. She'll be resistant at first, but I think I can get her to at least think about it."
The door chimed. "Come," called Chakotay. That made B'Elanna smile.
* * *
"Just exactly what are you two suggesting?" Janeway looked very serious.
"I am suggesting that you try to be as open-minded to this idea as you have been to many other cultural practices we've encountered so far. I can see you feel defensive. I assure you, this is a highly honourable and successful concept amoung the Maquis. We brought this to you because we respect you greatly and we've been concerned for you lately, as well as for the ship." Chakotay had his most calm tone inflected into his voice.
"We are not suggesting anything distasteful, Captain," interjected Torres. "You might enjoy just being pampered a little. I could make you a cup of tea some evenings, for example."
Janeway's set expression hadn't shifted. She was clearly having trouble even considering the concept as applying to herself.
"And I give one hell of a foot-rub," continued Chakotay.
She knew damned well he gave a wicked foot-rub. They had become dangerously close to being lovers while they were marooned on that planet for so many months. She'd pushed him away, taking some kind of moral high ground. He'd professed he would serve her faithfully then too. Why had she not let him in? She looked up at Chakotay now, she'd been lost in thought for a minute or so. She knew her face had softened a bit. She saw the openness and caring in his eyes. Of all people aboard, she trusted him most and he knew her the best.
"I'll consider your suggestion. And if you will excuse me, I have some things to attend to." She got up and left without looking at B'Elanna.
"I was hoping that would have gone better," said B'Elanna, after the doors shut behind the Captain.
"I think it went very well, actually. She's a stubborn and proud woman. She'll need a little time to think over what we've said. But I can see she will give it a fair appraisal. That's all we can ask for. I would expect her to be a little icy towards us for a few days while she wrestles with it. Try not to take it personally."
"What was that about a foot rub? You caught her off guard there."
"We got a little closer than we've let on, when we were left on that planet, but not as close as you are thinking."
"I think you really care for her a great deal. You love her. I didn't notice that before now. That must be difficult for you"
"I've accepted my role as her First Officer, and I am happy with that for the most part."
"Well, here's hoping we'll all be a little happier from now on." She handed Chakotay one of the small glasses of brandy she'd gotten from the replicator. "Cheers."
* * *
B'Elanna got out of the shower. Steam was rolling across the ceiling of the bedroom. She was thoroughly warm now. She toweled off and put on the T-shirt and comfortable pants Janeway had left for her.
She walked into the main room, barefoot, her hair damp. She saw that Kathryn was astride Chakotay who was still sitting on the couch. They were both rocking and breathing heavily to the rhythm they created. Chakotay's clothes were on the floor save for a dark undershirt he still wore. His hands were under the pushed-up fabric of Kathryn's long skirt which rode up over her thighs now. B'Elanna could see some of his fingers denting into the flesh of her ass.
"You two are like teenagers," she said as she picked up a few morsels off the plates arrayed on the table. They were almost always more eager for the contact than she was and they usually started without her, which she didn't mind a bit. She was better on the slow burn.
She walked over to the couch and bent to kiss Kathryn's neck. Kathryn stopped grinding on Chakotay to turn to B'Elanna and kiss her. 'You taste so good,' B'Elanna thought, drawing in Kate's lower lip between her teeth and tongue. Her hand went up to Kathryn's bared right shoulder to massage the knot she knew would be there. 'The Command Knot' she'd dubbed it. Kathryn let out a deep moan as B'Elanna drove her thumb in beside the scapula. She gave her a quick nip on the side of the neck, then went back to the table to leave the two to their pleasure. She sat down and nibbled at the food and watched the woman she had devoted herself to be brought closer to orgasm by her Grooming mate.
She could see the sweat forming along the neck of Chakotay's shirt. She always made him sweat, no matter how much or little effort he exerted. This arrangement had been very good for him too. In fact, the stress level over the entire ship had dropped, but they were the only three who knew exactly why.
She watched as they increased their pace. Still a rocking movement, they had no jarring moves for each other. Chakotay had his eyes closed, his neck muscles were beginning to tighten.
Torres saw Kathryn's hands move, one to her breast, the other to her groin, a sure sign the explosion was immanent. B'Elanna enjoyed this voyeuristic aspect of her Grooming status. She doubted that the other two knew how intently she watched them, she hoped to keep that a secret, in case it would make them self-conscious, but she liked witnessing their beautiful bliss.
One time Kathryn had started weeping just after one of their intense releases, positioned on the couch just like they were now. Chakotay had taken her face in his hands, kissed between her eyebrows and then held their heads together, foreheads touching. He'd said, "beautiful woman," to her and continued to hold her that way as the tears streamed down her face, some of them landing on his cheeks too. It was the most beautiful thing B'Elanna had ever witnessed.
Chakotay let out an explosive breath now and gasped another in as Kathryn's quiet song of "Ah...ah" changed to a deeper and louder sound that came right from her belly, the same sound that B'Elanna had heard her utter when overcome with pain. His fingers gripped harder into her butt cheeks. She dropped her head forward and put her hands on his shoulders, shifted her knees wider to try to bring him even deeper into her and uttered a final cry. Kathryn definitely had an appreciation for good cock, thought B'Elanna. They were both quiet on the couch now, tired and sated. There would be a rest period, they'd eat a little more food, probably have a shower. When B'Elanna felt like it, she'd instigate some of the petting the two women enjoyed with Kathryn.
Sometimes the three would spend their time more passively, talking about non-ship topics, drinking tea or brandy, exchanging relaxing massage. She and Chakotay never interacted much. They had no real sexual attraction for each other, more a camaraderie and pride in their place of privilege and service to their Captain. They enjoyed their shared time and contact, but each had their fire directed towards the red-haired woman, and this kept the peace all around, as well.
* * *
They were all in the bedroom now. An hour had passed. Kathryn and B'Elanna lay naked on the bed facing each other, B'Elanna's one leg was between Kathryn's thighs so that their bellies touched. They kissed with eyes closed, each with a hand massaging the other's breast. B'Elanna pinched Kathryn's nipple eliciting a small moan.
Chakotay was absolutely spent. He lay behind Kathryn on the bed a little away from the pair of women. He loved watching them too as he traced his fingers up and down Janeway's back and across her hip. He tried not to interfere, but it was too much not for him to touch Kathryn's smooth back. It seemed to him that B'Elanna had this way of doing very little but exciting Kathryn greatly in doing so. And she, herself would seem very calm but like a burning ember when a bit of breath is blown over it, would burst suddenly into flame. He would so often gage their arousal as low, then without warning, one would be between the other's legs feverishly creating a heated response from her lover.
Tonight was no different. B'Elanna had surreptitiously slipped her hand in between their entwined legs. Abruptly, Kathryn rolled onto her back and her right arm connected with Chakotay's chest. 'Time to retreat,' he thought and moved off the bed to the chair at the sidewall of the room. He tossed the engineering uniform off the chair before sitting down, but had to also pick up a black dildo and harness that had been beneath the garment. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at B'Elanna. She noticed his gaze and what he held in his hands and made a 'toss it here' motion. She had been busy sliding her tongue up and down the folds of Kathryn's engorged vulva. She took the dildo and warmed the tip of the rubber cock in her mouth for a couple of seconds, then resumed her licking. Kathryn's hands were up by her breasts rubbing them, she was breathing faster, a glisten of sweat starting between her breasts. She took a sudden breath in. Her Klingon lover had rubbed the tip of the dildo over her hungry opening. B'Elanna took the lack of protest to be a positive sign and pushed the head in just an inch and withdrew it as she continued licking.
"Don't stop, my love." Just the response B'Elanna was hoping for. She continued lavishing attention over the engorged labia with her tongue, and pushing in and withdrawing the dildo working it slowly deeper, just to be a tease. It was driving Kathryn into a panting frenzy. "Chakotay..." she called out between breaths.
"Oh, you're not getting any help from me," he responded. He was going to enjoy watching this. He didn't try to hide his amusement from B'Elanna, who didn't unbury her face, but looked sideways at him. He knew she had watched him fucking Kathryn. Well, fair was fair. She didn't mind. She withdrew the cock completely, fumbling with a harness she couldn't see. Chakotay got up to help B'Elanna, and took the harness from her, finding where the straps went and fastening the thing on securely, cock pointing forward in place. Meanwhile, she had been able to keep Janeway busy with her fingers. Chakotay returned to his chair.
B'Elanna sat up on her heels and asked the computer to dim the lights by 50%. She felt a little self-conscious, but more adventurous than anything. A good Groomer brought new pleasures to her mistress and to herself. Kathryn propped herself up on her elbows and spied what she thought was an erection coming up from B'Elanna's groin. She sat up further.
"Well, you are full of surprises tonight." She also got to her knees, then forward onto her hands facing B'Elanna and took the dildo into her mouth giving it one hell of a blowjob. This truly surprised the Klingon. She didn't know quite what to do so she sat passively, but she soon began to enjoy what was happening. There wasn't much in the way of sensation other than pressure where the dildo contacted her mons, but there was an entirely different, more emotional pleasure in Kathryn loving her 'cock' like this. A new part of her sex felt affirmed and enjoyed by her and her lover. It was definitely a turn-on. After a few minutes, B'Elanna touched the back of Kathryn's head signaling her to sit up, which she did obediently. B'Elanna moved behind her and rubbed up and down her neck. Kathryn closed her eyes again and took a long slow breath in and out, waiting for her lover's next move. The beautiful dark-eyed half-Klingon returned her one hand to between Kathryn's legs, and used the other to apply pressure to the center of her shoulders, pushing her forward to her hands and knees. She returned the tip of her cock to where it had nestled before she'd strapped it on.
B'Elanna felt that she was wielding a new power she should be careful with. She had purposely selected a smaller sized dildo, shorter than she estimated Chakotay to be for just that reason. She pushed her hips forward, gently pushing the cock in, but Kathryn was already anticipating the contact and pushed back, engulfing the dildo right up to the harness. After a few missed strokes, they coordinated their rhythm, B'Elanna being careful all the while to move fluidly as she could. Kathryn had other ideas. She tried to push back hard into B'Elanna, but each time as she met B'Elanna's hip, B'Elanna gave to the pressure, still trying to get a feel of her new appendage and not be too harsh with it.
"Don't be afraid, my love," Kathryn cooed to her.
"I don't want to hurt you is all."
Kathryn hissed, "Patakh! You don't know what you are doing!"
The insult and slur made B'Elanna angry as well as a bit embarrassed and she drove the dildo so hard that Kathryn had to put a hand forward onto the bed to avoid being toppled.
B'Elanna was a bit shocked by her actions, and began, "Kathryn, I...," but Janeway cut her off.
"Perhaps your Klingon blood has diluted itself away. You have become tame after all." She was clearly taunting her dildo-clad partner.
"You'd like to think you've tamed me, wouldn't you?" She grasped Kathryn's hips firmly with both hands and began to thrust as deeply and as hard as she could. Now they were making slapping noises as the redhead's bottom contacted the Klingon's hips and thighs with each thrust. Kathryn made deep, grunting exclamations that sounded like "oh" but weren't a word at all, just repetitions of a sound that punctuated the slapping. She had both her whole forearms flat on the bed to support the weight of the pounding B'Elanna was giving her.
Chakotay was a bit puzzled since Kathryn had never indicated that she wanted anything but a fluid lovemaking from him, perhaps vigorous, but never harsh. At first he thought he should intervene, but he recognized his Captain's vocalizations as indicating her pleasure. She had clearly hoped to elicit this response from B'Elanna. She was being pushed forward on the bed a little with each thrust, but she held firm, panting and moaning, her mouth agape.
B'Elanna was laboring mightily and just as she was beginning to tire, Kathryn yelled out unintelligibly through five of B'Elanna's thrusts and then collapsed her shoulders, dropping her head to the mattress. B'Elanna ceased her movement and was also panting. She gazed, satisfied, over her lover's form and rubbed Kate's low back and buttocks. Kathryn could only slump motionless and breathe.
"Oh, my..." she finally sighed, catching her breath. She pushed herself up onto her elbows. "That was one magnificent fuck. And if you don't mind, my dear, I'd like to lay down."
"Oh, of course." B'Elanna withdrew her cock. She saw that it was slick with lovely juices. A drop fell to the sheets and made a small red stain, which made her immediately alarmed. "Kate, you're bleeding, my God, have I hurt you?"
Kathryn rolled to her side. "No, no, I thought that might happen tonight, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Really, you haven't injured me."
"You mean... you're menstruating?" She traced a finger along her dildo-cock and brought her reddened fingers up to her face. She looked at the blood, rubbing it between her fingers, then smelled it.
"Don't Klingon women shed blood?" asked Chakotay.
"Only in battle," came the response. "I've never bled that way. I've only heard it mentioned by other human women." She took another sniff. "It smells like blood, but more rich, more... something..." and she licked her fingers and closed her eyes, tasting.
Chakotay had moved to lay beside Kathryn, now assured that everything was all right. They both watched B'Elanna curiously as she explored this new phenomena. She tasted blood and life mixed in with the other sweet taste she was accustomed to. She liked it. It was deeply familiar to her Klingon genes. Drinking an enemy's blood was natural to her. She licked her other finger. Drinking a lover's blood was even more intoxicating.
"Kathryn, may I..."
An acknowledgment passed between them. B'Elanna was aware that she would be honouring something in Kathryn as Kathryn had empowered something in her by 'pleasuring' her 'cock'.
"Go ahead," Kate whispered, still staring at B'Elanna, and rolled back, spreading her legs again. No one had reacted to her bleeding this way before. It had always seemed an inconvenience at best. But this request had made her feel so divinely female. B'lanna was not only after her own exploration, but soon had Kathryn groaning again in pleasure, her eyes closed. Chakotay joined in teasing Kate's nipples between his lips.
* * *
In the middle of the night, Chakotay was wakened by B'Elanna growling and moaning in orgasm. He didn't open his eyes and easily fell back to sleep. When he awoke in the morning next to the two women, he smiled contentedly, and remembered he had been dreaming of home.
END