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DISCLAIMER
The characters are all the property of Paramount. Contains graphic
depictions of sexual activities. If this sort of thing is offensive or
disturbs you, excercise your first amendment right and don't read any
further. I'm absolutely NOT responsible for anyone's precarious mental
state but my own, so don't go blaming me if you go nuts in a post office
after reading this. Obviously no one under legal age should read this. 
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Q for Me

    The bridge was quiet so close to the end of another uneventful watch.
Tuvok as always was busy at his station. Harry Kim too, gathering his data
for the daily reports. Paris sat with arms folded over his chest, watching
the stars creep foreward in the viewscreen. Voyager was so automated that
a helmsman didn't have to pay attention to the myriad sniggling details
that demanded attention. This was the kind of week helmsmen dread.
    They were screaming back toward the alpha quadrant at high warp speed,
but they cruised through an empty stretch of space, totally devoid of even
the dust and gas that normally condensed in such empty regions.
     Janeway looked up boredly from her log pad to wonder what was
occupying his thoughts. He hadn't moved in several minutes in fact. Not
exactly derilection of duty...the ship could fly itself quite well. He was
really too good to be so unfairly stuck out here. But then they all were
or they would have perished long ago. Let him enjoy his boredom, after
what we've been through, he's earned it.
      Beside her Chakotay sighed tiredly. She pitched her voice so that no
one except perhaps Tuvok could hear. "Something on your mind commander?"
"Bored out if it. I guess the Starfleet, the Maquis, now this...we're
jaded by action and there isn't any chance of excitement for another three
days."
     "I was wondering about that myself. This area looks like someone came
and swept it clean."
"Yes, otherwise a star would be trying to form, just because it's empty
space and nature abhors a total vacuum."
     "Wanna stick around and see if we can figure out why?" she asked with
a wry smile. "No,"  he grinned back. "At least we'll be six days closer to
home when we clear this gap," she replied
"Agreed. Do you have any plans for later? Some of us are going to a party
on the holodeck."
"Any special occasion?"
      "No, just and excuse to use up some nervous energy."
"Thanks anyway but I've already got some time scheduled myself this
evening."
      "The Holonovel? Still working that program eh?"
Kathryn suspected that the culprit or culprits behind the bugging of her
quarters and the holodeck were right here on teh bridge, and wanted to
give them no special notice of her plans.
"Yes, slowly but surely,' she smiled through the lie."It diverting."  Tom
still sat unmoving, and Harry barely had glanced over at them since they
had started talking. Still they had the right combination of skill and
motivation. Still, she had her own talents to draw on....and they had
worked so far.
      "Well all right but if you change your mind, we'll be just accross
the corridor."

    The holodecl locker room was deserted when she arrived. That was fine
with her, it would make things easier. Every few minutes she could hear
the doors open and close as party goers arrived. Blasts of carribean music
and laughter poured out each time. 
     She undressed and hung her uniform up in the locker and took out not
her victorian costume, but a flimsy sheer length of tholian silk, green
gold. She wound it around her body until it formed a sleeveless gown, and
she secured it at her shoulder with an antique brooch from the holonovel
costume. 
     Waiting out of sight until she heard the doors to holodeck 1 close
again before slipping out into the corridor, with a computer module in
each hand. The first anybody would recognize, the standard holoprogram
cartridge. The other had a homemade look to it. Keying a code into the
archway door. A security panel opened and she slipped the second module
into it's hidden socket and closed the panel. A moment later, Tuvok's
voice emerged from the voder grill.
SECURITY OVERRIDE, LEVEL 1 PRIVACY LOCKOUT ENGAGED.
"Computer is the medical sensor tap still active?"
AFFIRMATIVE, DO YOU WISH TO EXTEND LOCKOUT TO INCLUDE MEDICAL SENSORS? 
she almost said no, but thought better of it. "No. Substitute recorded
data from my last unarmed combat practice." under her breath she muttered
that that should fix the adolescent peeping Tom.
PROGRAM READY 
Instantly the regular, femanine voice of the computer returned and
confirmed that her holoprogram was ready as well, and she slipped through
the arch as the next batch of partiers arrived.

    She stood on the portch of her fantasy cabin, overlooking a lake with
a setting sun. She loved the rippling flashes from water, and how they
made the tholian silk around her body seem to glow with it's own inner
fire.
    And inside, there would be a perfect fire in the fireplace, and a
couch that folded down to a bed...and him.
    She had had fantasies of course, about long last Mark and about every
male aboard. Mark was as opposite from him as a person could be. And there
was Chakotay, handsome powerful and mysterious. Such self control he had!
During their massage sessions she never failed to become thoroughly
aroused, and although he said he did too, he never showed it. Someday she
was going to see how far that self control went.
    And her hidden admirer, probably Tom. He was young and brash, exciting
in a reckless sort of way. Harry was young too, but Harry was like an
innocent. Her fantasies involving him had her as his teacher, his sexual
instructress. And there were the tantalizing hints of Neelix, with his
alien...technique. Even the Doctor had had a place in one of her
fantasies...
    But inside the cabin was a man, a being, that she had turned down
twice. Turned down not because she wanted to, but because she had been
forced by priciple and circumstance. Who wouldn't want to fuck god?
    A flash beside her made her aware that he had not waited. Of course he
was just a hologram, but unmistakably Q.
"You look absolutely delicious this evening Kathryn. Tholian Silk....very
nice." It was uncanny, so much so that she almost stopped the program. He
wasn't wearing the ususal Starfleet uniform, but a black tuxedo, of the
style that was fashionable among the social elite of the late twentieth
century. It made him look aristocratic. 
    He spun her to him dramatically. She almost stopped it again, but she
had wanted a realistic experience. His lips pressed softly agaisnt hers,
and for a moment she hesitated before accepting the kiss, returning it
with growing enthusiasm. "I'm glad you've agreed to do it this way..." she
said, holding herself against him tightly.
"I always have wanted to you know Kathryn."
She toyed with his cummerbund, eventually loosening it and tossing it
aside. It vanished in a little flash of light befoer it hit the decking. Q
himself tugged off his bowtie and tossed it skyward with a flourish, to
flash out of existance overhead.
Like an oversexed cadet she was loosening the studs of his shirt, so that
she could slip her hands inside and feel his hard smooth body.
"Is it that I'm a married man now Kate?"
      "No," she said, voice husky with lust, "It's that you are a
man...now"
She reached between them and began tugging at his trousers. He laughed.
"Let's not rush this...that's the Q way." He touched his fignertip to her
nose and a spark connected them static. In that instant she flet as though
every cell of her body was in ecstacy beyond mere orgasm....but it was a
short as the sting of a static spark as well. "See, he smiled.
He pulled her close again, kissed her again until she was breathless.
"You see Kathryn, for all your human shortcomings, very few races have
actually come up with anything better." They kissed again before Q swept
her up in his arms. She percieved the flash this time. When her eyes
adjusted she was inside.
     They were both reclining on the couch, which was folded out into a
bed covered in soft white furs. Q had changed to a maroon silk smoking
jacket. He started to raise his hand, but Kathryn stopped him. Some things
she had to do herself...a hologramatic Q couldn't flash away her clothes
because they weren't holographic themselves. Besides she enjoyed this
aspect of sex...the teasing revealation. She pulled the brooch and let the
spiraling coils of silk unwind to the floor.He gazed upon her body
appreciatively. "Oh Kathryn, you are gorgeous..."
An isntant later he too was nude, his jacket simply gone. It was Kathryn's
turn to apreciate Q. He was able to look like anything he wished, and he
chose the body that most pleased her. 
     The slight paunch he sometimes seemed to have in uniform must be an
affectation...for his belly was flat and ripplinging with muscles, a
perfect taper from broad chest to slender hips. And he was perfect
elsewhere as well, exactly perfect.
     They lay together, feeling hot skin against hot skin...Q was hairless
below the neck, and the feeling was absolutely fabulous. They kissed for a
long, breathless time, probing tongues sliding over each other.
"Oh Q, I've wanted to do this since our first meeting..."
     "I knew a woman who would choose such a soft and lovely nightgown
would be a true romantic at heart," he quipped as she kissed his throat
and nibbeld at his ears. They clawed and caressed each toher, legs
entwined as they rolled and touched, joined by hot wet lips. She was
keenly aware of his growing presence.
His hands on her ass, her breasts mashed against his chest...
"You wanted to try it earth style, didn't you?"
      Before he could answer she slid down his body, teasing him along the
way, nipples, navel...
His penis was perfect...not too big or too small...perfectly shaped,
beautiful.
As her lips slipped over him, her tongue teasing along his length...he
gasped and moaned. When she scooped him into her mouth he cried out her
name. She wanted to be his first...she remembered the visit they made to
the continuum...he said sex hadn't been pacticed in eons...so in a sense
whatever else he was omnipotent at, he was a virgin too...
But she didn't want to come that way. She wanted more...
     Q was a quick study and soon she was rocking her hips and moaning
loudly as Q lavished his tongue onto her. He was tireless, and seemed to
know exactly how she liked to be touched and licked.  He gave her orgasm
after orgasm with fingers and tongue as she ground her crotch into his
face, until she could stand waiting no longer.
"I want to feel you Q...I want to feel you deep inside me." Q obligingly
complied, pushing his fat and throbbing cock into her wet slit. She could
feel him spreading her, filling her. He moved so slowly that that alone
was giving her tremors and chills. Bit by bit he built up his speed, and
she felt as though she would explode from the pressure of pleasure inside
her. She was well past being able to articulate meaningfully, only
stacatto grunts and moans and heaving panting sounds came from her as Q
pumped into her. Longer than any man she had ever had..sweat was pouring
off her body and she nearly blacked out when she came this time, feeling
his cock spurting and jumping inside her, filling her with heat and wet...
   Kathryn lay in Q's muscular arms. "You were wonderful," she was saying,
when the room went white for a moment. She looked around expecting to see
grandiose gifts, that was Q's style.
   Instead she saw the female Q, the one who was Q's wife and mother of
his...child. Kathryn wasn't sure there was a rank that fit all the pips
and insignia the buxom dark haired woman had on her uniform, but grand
admiral of everything might be a start. She looked at Q.
"Yes Kate it's really good old me and not some cheap holographic
impression of me...I could hardly let you abuse yourself in my name."
       "We don't consider masturbation self-abuse any longer Q, we haven't
for a long time."
The female Q snorted. "I knew you had a...thing for this semi-sentient
primate. You're supposed to be back in the continuum, taking care of
little Q. Not practicing....beastiallity...tawdry little biological
exercises."
"Oh you are so transparent Q" the male Q crowed. "You're only mad because
you aren't off having your own little tawdry biological exercises."
She smiled, flashed off her uniform and moved to the bed. "Perhaps you are
right..."

The party broke up in the small hours of the morning. Tom and Harry
supported each other down teh hall. Harry's quarters being first they
tumbled laughingly in. "Hey, we got something," Harry exclaimed through a
mouth slurred by synthehol. 
They collapsed into chairs and started the recording.
     "How many times a month does she practice?" On the screen their
captain, in a black skintight combat skin was tossing Klingons around like
ragdolls. 
They kept watching because as Tom put it, "She sure looks sexy in that
combat skin." Without warning the screen flashed white. Imposed over the
fighting captain the smiling face of the brunette Q winked at them. "Isn't
that that woman Q we met a few months back?" Before Harry could confirm
it, the face vanished, and with it the captain in the dusty fighting pit.
In it's place was a different scene, dark warm...The captain in a
complicated tangle with the two Q...