The BLTS Archive - Culinary Delights
fifth in the Twist of Fate series
by Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)

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Timeline: Twist of Fate picks up and takes off of the canon universe
early in season five just after the episode Timeless. This story is
set after the episode Bride of Chaotica and before the episode Gravity
although there are no spoilers for either ep. There is a reference and
possible spoiler to the episode Night.

As always Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun
playing with them.

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"That was excellent." Chakotay laid his napkin on his plate and sat
back. Across the table, his beautiful wife smiled back at him as she
dabbed her mouth with her napkin. His eyes lingered on her; she was
wearing one of his shirts, a forest-green one with buttons up the
front. She had it tied at her waist and had on white shorts which
highlighted her shapely, tawny legs ending with her characteristic
bare feet. Her ring and bracelet, connected with a silver chain,
glittered in the light as her hand moved.

"Thank you." Sassy put her napkin down and reached for her glass. She
admired her husband's rugged, dark features. He looked incredibly
striking in his uniform. "Would you like some more, or are you ready
for dessert?"

Watching her small, pink tongue slip out to lick stray drops of
moisture from her full, red lips, he was definitely ready for some
dessert. His large hand covered hers on the table, his thumb caressing
the soft skin. "Oh, I think I want dessert now," his voice barely a
whisper. Holding her hand tightly, he rose to his feet drawing her
with him.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at him with a mixture of confusion
and amusement.

"Taking my dessert in the other room." Chakotay murmured.

"I made a dessert." Enjoying the way his gentle brown eyes darkened
with desire, she teased him a little. "In fact I traded the recipe and
enough for Neelix to serve in the mess tonight for some of the
ingredients and a few hours in his kitchen just to make this dessert.
It's genniberry syrup over shortbread."

He released her and picked up the pitcher of syrup and the bread.
"Then we'll just take it with us and enjoy it in the other room."

Chuckling at his amorous tenacity, Sassy retrieved their glasses and
followed him into the bedroom.

After setting the bread and syrup down next to the bed, he turned to
take the glasses from her and put them out of the way. Running his
fingers through her long, silky black tresses, his eyes drank in the
vision before him. Although she had only been in his life a short
time, she had become a very important part of him. Her delicate,
tanned features were lit up with her smile more often than not, her
deep, brown eyes glittering with amusement. Somehow, between her quick
wit and quiet spirituality, she brought a soothing warmth and sense of
completion to his life. She was his soulmate. He cupped her face in
his palms, lowering his mouth to hers. Hovering over her, their lips
mere millimeters apart, he flicked his tongue out to trace around her
lips, moistening them. When her lips parted slightly under his moist
caress, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Closing her eyes to the sensations building in her, she slid her hands
up his muscled torso and wound them around his neck. She pushed
herself against him, her tongue greeting and stroking the hot invader.
His hands were heavy in her hair as they moved to tangle themselves
there. The fluttering in her stomach from the seductive huskiness of
his tone tightened as his talented lips and tongue aroused her. She
felt his hands slip between their bodies, his fingers nimbly untying
and unbuttoning the shirt. Breaking the kiss, she voiced breathlessly,
"dessert."

Discarding the shirt followed by her bra, he cupped her breasts,
gently squeezing and kneading their fullness. He dropped a quick kiss
on the tip of her nose. "I'm preparing the plate."

As she shuddered at the raw intensity in his voice, the rest of her
clothes were stripped off and tossed aside. Her heart pounding, she
watched as he began removing his uniform. No matter how many times she
saw his bronze, muscled body, the smooth chest flowing down into his
sturdy waist and powerful hips caused her breath to catch in her
throat. She reveled in the feeling of skin pressed to skin when
Chakotay embraced her, crushing her breasts against the hard wall of
his chest. Burying her face in his shoulder, she felt him gently lower
them both to the bed. He caught her wrists in one of his larger hands
and drew them over her head, carefully removing her ringed-bracelet
and setting it on the table. Her breathing quickened at the
vulnerability of her position, almost whimpering when she felt him
shift away slightly. She turned her head to look and heard him whisper
for her to close her eyes. Sassy gasped at the sensation of sticky,
coolness against her hot skin as he gently poured the syrup over her
breasts. Arching her body helplessly, she felt the slow trickling as
it slid down the sides of her breasts, pooling between them to run in
rivulets down her stomach. Her gasps turned to moans as he began to
lick the sweet stickiness. The rasp of his tongue along the sensitive
skin sent tingling sparks through her body. She cried out as he
suddenly increased the pressure, suckling strongly on a syrup-coated,
stiffened peak. Streaks of fire shot through her, tightening the knot
of desire in her stomach.

"Mmmmm, my favorite dessert," Chakotay murmured against her skin,
"sweet and Sassy." Lingeringly but thoroughly, he cleaned the syrup
from her breasts, his head moving down to lap at the sticky stream
trailing down her stomach. She writhed in his grasp, her hips
undulating as he varied the actions of his mouth from light caresses
of his tongue to strong sucking and nibbling. Lost in his own erotic
pleasure, he was barely aware of her desperate pleas. He shoved aside
the painful throbbing of his body, wanting to enjoy more of this sweet
confection before him. Grabbing the pitcher from the bedside table, he
paused to cover her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss before gently
dribbling some of the sweet syrup into her mouth and down her chin and
neck. Setting the pitcher aside, he tore off a large piece of the
bread.

Her eyes wide, she watched as he poured more of the syrup over her,
opening her mouth to taste its sweetness. She was gasping for breath,
her body on fire from the delicious sensations he was creating. One
large, muscled thigh settled between her legs, his knee gently nudging
hers apart. Suddenly, she inhaled sharply, her hips bucking against
his hand as he dragged the bread through the wetness between her legs.
She was entranced as he bit into the dampened bread, closing his eyes
as he enjoyed his dessert. When he drew the bread through the syrup on
her skin and offered it to her, she took a bite, savoring the mingling
tastes of the bread, the syrup and herself. He repeated his actions
with the last of the bread, his thumb brushing across the glistening
center of her desire, eliciting a groan as he further inflamed her
wild desires. He mopped syrup from her neck, the tender caress another
sweet torment. Biting into the gooey confection, he popped the
remaining morsel into her mouth. Swallowing quickly, she caught his
fingers between her teeth, her tongue rasping against his skin as she
licked them clean. He growled his pleasure as he dropped to nuzzle her
jaw and down her throat, licking the syrup there. Her passionate
gyrations brought her hips into intimate contact with his hardness,
frustrating her with its agonizing nearness. When he released her
wrists, her hands gripped his dark head, his hair soft under her
palms. She pulled him closer as one of his hands entwined itself in
her hair, the other sliding under her to press her hips tighter to
him. "Spirits . . . yes . . . so good." Sassy was pleading mindlessly,
her entire body on fire. When he raised his head, her tongue snaked
out to lick the sticky smears of syrup from around his mouth just
before his lips crushed hers.

Her tongue tasted of syrup as he pulled it into his mouth, sucking
gently. Settling himself between her smooth, tawny thighs, he slowly
eased himself into her. Her movements were frantic beneath him, but he
controlled himself, savoring the heat as her body welcomed and
enveloped him. He set an easy, gentle pace, long strokes that took him
almost completely out before sliding back inside her. She had wrapped
her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Whimpers tore from her
throat as he continued to play with her tongue. His own desire was
building to a crescendo, each long thrust stoking his needs. When he
felt her stiffen, her body spasming around him, his own release ripped
through him. Breaking the kiss, his shout of satisfaction echoed
around the room as he held himself buried deep inside her until the
last of the tremors passed. His breathing gradually returned to normal
and he could feel the drying sweat mingling with the sticky syrup.
Licking along her throat one last time, he rolled onto his back beside
her. He sat up, confused when she leaned over to kiss him as she
retrieved her bracelet and got out of bed.

"What are you doing?"

Not bothering to put her clothes back on, she turned around at the
doorway to the bedroom. "The same thing I do almost every night about
this time, I'm going to meditate." She slipped the ringed-bracelet on
as she spoke.

"Right now? Like that?" So much for afterglow.

She looked down at herself. "Do you want me to get dressed?"

"No, but --"

"Don't forget to clear the table after you change the sheets on the
bed." He was so adorable when he was flustered. "It was your idea to
eat in bed, it's only fair you clean up the mess and since I cooked
dinner, you can clear the table."

Chakotay surveyed the wet, sticky sheets, the comforter in a heap on
the floor. Laughing to himself as he got up and began stripping the
bed, he called out to the other room. "Dessert was amazing. My
compliments to the chef."

---

"Good morning, Lieutenant Paris."

"Good morning, Neelix." How anyone could be so upbeat and perky at
o'dark-thirty every morning escaped Tom. "Is that breakfast?" It
looked like the bowl was filled with jellied lumps.

"No." Neelix dished up some leola root oatmeal for him. "That's lunch.
I traded for it at that last planet. They're quite a delicacy; or so I
was told. I'm going to make a delicious stew out of them. A little red
pepper, a dash of paprika . . . it'll be great. I'll be sure to save
you some."

Taking his breakfast and coffee, Tom looked dubious. "Sure, I guess."

Taking his tray, he made his way over to where B'Elanna was already
eating her breakfast.

"Good morning, flyboy." Half the reason she called him that was to
watch him wince. She knew he didn't like it, but it was fun to poke at
him.

"Good morning." Sitting down, he began poking at his breakfast and
decided to start with the coffee, fresh coffee from hydroponics. That
was how to start the day.

"Any plans for lunch?" She thought dating couples were supposed to
actually date, at least that's what the term implied. Lately there
hadn't been all that much of that. Between the Delta Flyer and that
stupid Captain Proton program, she barely saw him.

"I need to get the navigational sensors aboard the Flyer recalibrated,
they've been acting up lately. Other than that, no, I'm all yours." He
took a bite of the oatmeal, it wasn't too bad.

She stood, picking up her tray. "I need to get to Engineering, meet me
back here at 1200 hours."

"It's a date."

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"Good afternoon, Ensign Kim. What seems to be the trouble?" The Doctor
stepped out of his office when the Sickbay doors opened.

"Hi, Doc. I'm not sure. I had Neelix's stew for lunch a little while
ago and I'm starting to feel a little strange." Harry felt warm,
although it wasn't really fever-like, he could feel beads of
perspiration on his forehead. His heart was pounding as if in
anticipation and there was a fluttering sensation in the pit of his
stomach.

"I'm constantly amazed that more people don't feel ill after eating
Mr. Neelix's cooking, so I can't say that I'm surprised." The Doctor
retrieved a medical tricorder from the instrument tray. "Have a seat
on that biobed and we'll have a look."

"Hmmm, heart rate and respiration are both elevated. No sign of a
pathogen in your system though. Whatever concoction Mr. Neelix
prepared, it must have just not agreed with you." As the Doctor was
preparing a hypospray to counteract the effects, the sickbay doors
hissed open. "Seven, is there a problem?"

Seven of Nine felt a little unsteady walking into Sickbay. "I am
unsure. Per your suggestion that I ingest solid foods, I ate my lunch
in the mess hall today. Now I find that I am feeling unwell.
Nutritional supplements never caused this sensation."

"Probably the same thing that disagreed with Mr. Kim, here." The
Doctor gave an exaggerated sigh. "Have a seat on that biobed over
there and I'll take care of you as soon as I'm finished here."

When Seven entered the room, Harry's heart jumped. The fluttering in
his stomach began to spread throughout his body, heightening his
senses. He could smell her natural scent from across the room, clean
and yet exotic. Watching her walk across the room, he felt an
overwhelming urge to touch her, explore the softness of her skin. His
body hardened, the uniform providing little camouflage for the
telltale bulge. He reddened slightly as he watched Seven studying him
intently. When her eyes moved up to meet his gaze though, he could
tell that she was feeling the same effects that he was. At almost the
same instant, it occurred to them both what they needed.

"Computer," It was Seven who spoke first. "Override EMH autonomy
protocol."

"Seven, what are you doing? I'm in the middle of treating a patient!"
The Doctor recognized the shut-down sequence and tried to stop her.

"Deactivate the Emergency Medical Hologram." Sitting on the biobed
across from Harry, her heart was beating at twice its normal rate. She
could see that Ensign Kim was similarly experiencing an intense
physical arousal. His body was hardening, his pants appearing to
reduce in size even as she watched. She allowed her eyes to linger on
the sturdy hips, oddly entranced by the physiological evidence of his
desire. His chest was broad and displayed intriguing musculature. Her
own body was tingling, a curiously electric feeling stimulating every
nerve ending.

"Computer," This time it was Harry. "Secure Sickbay doors and engage
privacy lock." He hopped down and crossed the distance between the
biobeds. Words weren't necessary. In silence they quickly removed
their uniforms, tossing the clothing to the floor with their boots.
Standing face to face, her blond hair drew his attention. Wanting to
bury his hands in it's silky length, he quickly found and removed the
pins holding it back. As the golden locks spilled down onto her
shoulders, he entwined his fingers in it, using his grip to pull her
face to his. His tongue briefly traced the fullness of her lips before
forcing its way between them to explore the depths of her mouth.

Naked, the Ensign's body was quite aesthetically pleasing. The tan
skin rippled with muscles, his broad chest hairless, prominently
revealing two dark, hardened nipples. As he pulled her in to a deep,
intense kiss, she touched the dampened smoothness of his abdominal
area, feeling the muscles contract under her questing touch. Harry's
tongue was stroking hers, the sensation causing the flutters in her
stomach to tighten with a desperate need. Responding to his kiss, she
moved her hands up his chest, exploring the contrast of soft skin over
hard muscle. When she grasped his nipples in her fingers, pinching and
pulling on them to test the extent of their stiffness, his body
spasmed and the kiss was ended.

"God, Seven." The rasp tore from his throat. Before he could say
anything else, Seven replaced her fingers with her mouth. He closed
his eyes, moaning as she tentatively flicked at one hard nub with her
tongue before gently pulling it between her teeth. His body was
throbbing with need, her every breath against his skin sending
throbbing pulses of desire through his entire body. Wrapping one
muscled arm around her tiny waist, he maneuvered them both back,
lifting her slightly to coax her onto the biobed. He carefully covered
her long, lean body with his own, bracing himself on his elbows. He
let out a ragged gasp as she moved her mouth to explore his other
nipple, her mouth tracing a hot, wet trail across his chest. His hands
began exploring the creamy perfection below him, his ragged breathing
blowing tufts of her hair into disarray. The firmness of her breast
against his palm stoked his arousal, the nipple stiffening even as he
kneaded it. His blood felt like it was boiling in his veins, driving
his need to unbearable levels. Tracing down her ribcage he encountered
the cold metal of an implant, the only contrast to the warm softness
of her skin. Trying to slow his pace to hers, he moved his hand lower,
sighing aloud as he checked and found the evidence of her body's own
desire. Urging her head up, he claimed her lips in a deep, demanding
kiss as he settled himself between her supple thighs.

Her entire body pulsed with each contraction of her circulatory
system, a pleasing sensation that was somehow frustrating at the same
time. Harry's skin provided an interesting taste that was uniquely him
with just a hint of salt, undoubtedly from the perspiration. It was a
very satisfying flavor. The ache below her navel was growing more taut
with each breath when his large hand caressed down her hip and between
her legs. The sharp streaks that shot through her temporarily
overwhelmed her senses with an indescribable aura. The pulsing and the
ache drove her to feel closer to him and she pressed herself tighter
against him reveling in the contact with his hot, damp skin. Only
vaguely aware of him pulling her up she welcomed his mouth against
hers, her tongue seeking his to explore the wet, rough texture. Every
muscle in her body was tight, the heat of their bodies firing her need
to increasingly higher levels of desire. His powerful thighs nudged
hers apart and she whimpered softly, the heightened sensitivity
causing the coarse hair of his legs to sting the sensitive skin there.
The soft noises from Seven's throat echoed in the silence of Sickbay,
overriding Harry's control. Lost in a haze of sensation and need, he
joined them with a quick, deep thrust and set a pace of furious
intensity. Vaguely he was aware of her body matching his movements,
meeting his every thrust. The heat from her body drove him to increase
the intensity of his thrusts, her legs wrapped tightly around his
waist urging him on. Nothing mattered but the burning pleasure he felt
driving himself deep into the tight perfection beneath him over and
over. As the spiral of desire drew him into total sensation, he heard
a feral scream resonate around the room and the body under him arched
and shuddered uncontrollably. He continued to thrust into her with an
desperate urgency, feeling her muscles spasm around him. Finally, the
desire that had been fueling him exploded and with one last, forceful
thrust, he held himself deep inside her as his own powerful release
ripped through his body.

Her heart rate and respiration approaching normal, Seven listened for
Harry's breathing. It was also nearing a normal rate so she opened her
eyes. He was laying heavily across her, not entirely unpleasant. She
had never really considered Ensign Kim an acceptable option for a
relationship of an interpersonal nature, instead consigning herself to
a lifetime of solitude for lack of equitable personal companions. Now
she found herself analyzing the ensign's . . . attributes. He was
certainly much more stimulating than she had projected, the curious
dream she had experienced regarding Ensign Kim had been insufficient
to prepare her for the reality. He was also quite intelligent as well;
the time that they had spent designing the Astrometrics Lab had been
quite enjoyable. In point of fact, they did share interests such as
music outside of professional interests. While she had been
contemplating the ensign, his breathing had returned to normal and he
was now propped up on one elbow looking decidedly discomfited. Until
she had adequate time to run a comprehensive analysis of the ensign's
suitability, she simply acknowledged.

"I believe that the affliction has been alleviated, Ensign. Are you
also feeling better?"

Well, that would depend on how you define better, Harry thought to
himself. Exactly what do you say after something like this? Yes, thank
you, ravishing you made me feel wonderful? Probably not. Her lips were
swollen from their earlier kisses and he found himself trying to
remember exactly how they had felt. He started to lower his head to
remind himself when her eyebrow arched and she began to say something.
Realizing that she had asked him a question which he still hadn't
answered, and that he was still inside her, he jerked back and quickly
moved to sit up on the bed.

"Yes, thanks Seven. I'm feeling much better now, that certainly seemed
to do the trick." Hopping down, he retrieved her clothing and handed
it to her before grabbing his own uniform to start getting dressed. "I
wonder exactly what was in that stew Neelix made for lunch."

"It is possible that some combination of the ingredients worked with
an aphrodisiac-like quality with our physiology." Seven hypothesized
as she donned her suit and pulled on her boots.

Laughing out loud, he turned to see her staring quizzically at him. "I
was just wondering how many other people are going to be affected like
this."

"I am uncertain although I could run a statistical analysis based on
physiological characteristics of the crew if you would like." She
offered, locating the hair pins on the floor and quickly pinning her
hair back into place.

"No, I think we'll just wait and watch the fun. This could be a very
interesting day." Harry got his own boots on while standing, hopping
slightly to maintain his balance. Once they were both presentable, he
released the lock on the Sickbay doors.

"Computer, activate the Emergency Medical Hologram." Seven brought the
Doctor back on-line.

"Please state the nature of the-- Hey, wait! Where are you two going?
I haven't treated you yet." The Doctor stood in the middle of Sickbay
holding the hypospray he had been about to use on Harry.

Seven turned back just before Harry and she exited the room. "We no
longer require your assistance."

---

Janeway checked the chronometer at her command chair, 1330 hours. Ever
since lunch, time seemed to be dragging. Her mind kept drifting into
very uncomfortable areas which led her to fidget in her chair.

"Problem?" Beside her, Chakotay had been watching her alternately
squirm and check the chronometer for the past several minutes. He had
just gotten back from lunch in the mess hall with Sassy.

If what she was feeling was a hot flash, there was no way she was
going to admit that to any of her crew. If it wasn't a hot flash, well
maybe she just needed something to remind her of her duties. She did
what she had done for the past four and a half years every time she
needed inspiration to stay strong for the sake of her crew. She pulled
up historical records of captains from the earlier days of space
exploration; a time when they truly were going where no one had gone
before. One of the penultimate captains of Starfleet appeared on the
screen, his picture and a brief bio preceding his extensive history
and log entries. He was the epitome of the dashing, daring--

"Captain?"

Suddenly Janeway realized that Chakotay was still waiting for an
answer. She also realized that she was caressing the length of her
thigh. "No, no problem. You have the bridge." Standing up, she tugged
at the waist of her jacket. "I'll be in my quarters if you need
anything."

Going to her quarters in the middle of the day was unusual enough to
concern Chakotay, especially after the weeks she had spent cooped up
in there during their time in that starless sector. "Are you sure
you're all right? You look a little flushed, maybe you should stop by
Sickbay."

"No, I'm fine, thank you Commander. I don't think Mr. Neelix's stew
agreed with me. I'm sure I'll feel better if I just lie down for a
little while." Nodding to the crew on bridge duty, she patted the
Tactical station console in front of Tuvok reassuringly as she exited
the bridge.

In the turbolift, she leaned back against the wall, her breathing none
too steady in the curiously warm lift. Her breasts strained against
the fabric of her uniform as she pondered the historical captain she
had started to review. She knew this captain particularly well, having
studied about him and many of his exploits in the Command track
courses in the Academy. Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS
Enterprise, registration number 1701. She had always been secretly
amused by him, her favorite story being the defeat of the Kobayashi
Maru simulation. Thinking that there had been many situations in the
Delta Quadrant that she would have liked to reprogram in her own
favor, she chuckled at his daring and ingenuity in the face of
overwhelming odds that had characterized his entire career. His
flaunting of protocols and regulations when they got in his way were a
source of envy. It wasn't easy for her to flagrantly disregard
regulations and she often deliberated on the times that he had
disobeyed orders when she felt that it was the only acceptable
alternative in a current situation. Quite often over the past four
years, she had imagined what he was like in person.

The turbolift stopped at her deck, startling her out of her reverie.
As she exited the lift, she continued her musings. He was handsome,
she could see that from his image. From his log entries she could tell
that he was dedicated to doing what was right and, contrary to the
opinion of many of the Starfleet brass, his decisions were
well-thought out and almost always successful. At her quarters, she
secured the door before removing her uniform jacket.

"Computer, access personal log entries for Kirk, James T., Captain of
the USS Enterprise, NC-1701, play entries."

Not quite sure why she was doing this but driven by a powerful need,
she listened to the voice carrying through the room. As the strong,
masculine voice caressed her ears, a flush of warmth flooded through
her. Kathryn closed her eyes, picturing the man who had recorded these
words so long ago. In her mind, he called her Kitten, his Kitten and
they shared stories of discovery and adversity for hours on end. His
arms were strong as they held her, his mouth covering hers in a
demanding kiss, his tongue probing and exploring her mouth
insistently. Slipping out of his arms, she playfully stripped for her
fantasy lover, dropping the shirt to the floor as she kicked out of
her boots. She pulled off his uniform top, his sweat-dampened chest
caressing her delicate skin as he pulled her back into his embrace.
Her hands rubbed at breasts tingling with sensation, her nipples hard
beneath her palms. He was a skillful lover, his fingers deftly
unhooking the clasp of her bra and she gasped at the sensation of hot
skin pressed against hot skin. Large hands cupped her hips, pressing
her against the impressive bulge of his own arousal. Her body was
throbbing with need, the tingling becoming electric impulses coursing
through her. She whimpered as his large hands stroked her thighs
before moving to the waistband of her trousers. Her small hands traced
the path of his hands, mimicking their actions as he removed her
pants. He took her hands and led her to the bed waiting for them. She
shed her remaining piece of clothing before laying down on the bed,
joined by her handsome, dashing lover.

He was laughing now, something in his log entry amusing him. In her
mind, he was delighting in his exploration of her body. Hot breath
teased her skin before his tongue rasped along the tender skin. He
started at her feet, holding her legs together as he licked up the
long, graceful limbs. Her moistened fingers stroked down and up her
thighs, the muscles quivering with desire. She was squirming
frantically, her breathing ragged, whimpers of need ringing through
the stillness. Her heart raced, blood pumping through her body warming
skin chilled by cool air caressing the sheen of sweat covering her. He
moved up her body and found a sensitive breast, pulling the stiffened
tip into his mouth. Delicate fingers stole up to pinch and torment the
straining peak, arching into the sensation. His large muscled body
settled over her, nudging her thighs apart. Her arousal was consuming
her, the aching painful in its intensity. His mouth latched on to her
throat, nuzzling and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Her fingers
slipped into the hot, throbbing center of her desire as her erotic
phantom penetrated her with his well-endowed body.

At that moment, control was lost, her thumb moving frantically along
with her fingers in time with the frenetic thrusts of Kirk's body into
her. Her hips twisted mindlessly off the bed into empty air. Closer
and closer it came, the knot tightening in her stomach. Muttering her
name against her skin, his mouth sought out a breast bobbing with her
exertion. With one last, sharp pull on the tormented nipple, she
groaned as a release exploded through her body.

Laying on the bed trying to catch her breath, Kathryn laughed aloud at
the sound of James Kirk still reciting his personal logs. This was not
usually the kind of inspiration she drew from the infamous Captain
Kirk, but wherever this had come from, it had certainly eased her
discomfort. Musing about the holodeck possibilities for future trysts
with James in her new stress-relief solution, her fingers slowly began
stroking the still-sensitized wetness again. Feeling the pleasure
slowly creep through her under the ministrations of her hand, she let
her legs fall open, deciding to let this one build slowly. 'Why Jim,"
she thought. 'Your bio didn't do justice to how utterly insatiable you
are.'

---


Tom was feeling around for the caliper, his fingers searching the
floor beside him while he lay half inside the navigational console on
the Delta Flyer. The sensors had taken longer to calibrate than he had
anticipated because of several relays that had burned out. He had
music blaring in the confines of the ship so he didn't hear the hatch
open or someone come aboard. A hand on his leg startled him and he
raised up, forgetting his position, and banged his head on the
console.

"Ouch." He rubbed the knot forming when he was unceremoniously dragged
out into the center of the floor. "B'Elanna, what are you doing?"
Suddenly he realized the time. "Lunch, I'm sorry. I lost track of
time."

B'Elanna didn't respond. Her heart was beating frantically, her blood
pounding in her veins. After lunch-- alone, she had gone back to
Engineering to wait for Tom to call and apologize for getting caught
up with that ship of his. While she steamed, she had started imagining
the things Tom would do and say to make it up to her, where his hands
would stroke, how he would caress, the feel of his tongue--it was at
that point that she left to find him. She couldn't even remember what
she had been working on after lunch, all she knew was that she needed
to find Tom and satisfy this insatiable drive that was slowly
consuming her.

Wondering why she was just standing there staring at him like he was
lunch, he stopped thinking when she dropped to her knees, straddling
him. Her lips found his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth to
plunder and pillage the moist cavern. He had taken his uniform jacket
off earlier, so the only barrier was his shirt which she ripped open,
flinging the shreds away. Her hair was soft and silky entangled in his
fingers as he cupped her head and returned the kiss, his tongue
sparring with hers. She whimpered, pressing herself against him, her
small hands sliding back and forth across his chest in frantic
motions. He was heating up, her obvious arousal exciting him,
hardening his body in anticipation. Her head flung back, breaking the
kiss when their lungs demanded air. Tom took the opportunity to open
and discard her uniform jacket. She raised her arms to help him pull
the shirt off and he cupped her breasts, covered only in a white
cotton brassiere. He kneaded the firm weights only a moment before she
took charge once again and unsnapped his uniform pants, shoving them
down to his knees. His body was throbbing, aching with desire at her
forcefulness. B'Elanna was a strong woman, in bed and out, but she
rarely took control like this. She was intent on ravishing him and he
was more than willing to let her.

Panting breathlessly, she admired the man exposed before her. Her
breasts ached and she could feel the moisture gathering between her
legs. Grasping him firmly, she relished the moans of pleasure that
tore from his throat. Unable to wait any longer, she quickly shoved
her own uniform pants and underwear down past her knees and straddled
him once again. She bent down and took a stiffened, brown nipple
between her teeth as she swiftly lowered herself onto him. Closing her
eyes as he filled her, she bit down on the stiff tip before sucking
strongly on it, feeling Tom buck beneath her at the sensations. She
sat up and pressed her knees tighter against his sides. Her hands
braced against the hard wall of his chest, she began grinding herself
onto him with hard, vicious strokes. She tightened as she pulled
almost completely off of him then reversing to impale herself, milking
his rigid body feverishly. Grunts and screams filled the small room as
she drove herself, desperately pushing closer to the raging
conflagration consuming her body.

Tom braced his hands on her hips, steadying her in her frantic
movements. She was so hot and wet, her body claiming his voraciously.
He twisted his hips up, meeting her every thrust, feeling the heated
juncture of her thighs slam onto him over and over. His own need was
spiraling, his desire more intense than he could remember. Struggling
with his control, his body screamed for the release her body seemed to
be demanding. Lost in the burning pleasure filling him, he felt her
nails rake down his chest and she spasmed against him with a howl of
triumph. His hips jerked against hers, unable to contain his own
orgasm any longer.

B'Elanna collapsed against the deliciously sweaty chest under her.
Gasping for breath, she could feel his lungs straining for air, her
cheek rising and lowering with his efforts. Her heart began to slow
and she slowly became aware of the sweat trickling down her own body.

When he could speak, he raised his head and surveyed the length of
their bodies. "If this is some sort of Klingon torture for being late
for our date, consider me properly chastised. Although I don't really
think it'll be much of a deterrent in the future."

Stretching against him, feeling him still inside her, she purred. "I
prefer to think of it as penance, apology accepted."

Tom gasped as he felt the stirrings of desire beginning to tendril out
from the pit of his stomach. "You know, there's a perfectly good bed
in the back. I think I need to apologize a little more but I'd prefer
to do it someplace a little more comfortable. This floor is hard on
the backside."

She nuzzled his neck before sitting up and smiling down at him. "I
didn't hear you complaining."

"I had more important things on me at the time."

B'Elanna laughed as she got up, pulling her pants up but not fastening
them. "Poor baby, let's go in the back and I'll kiss it and make it
better."

Tom stood and hitched his own pants up for the brief walk to the bed.
"You're going to kill me with sex, aren't you? That's how you're going
to punish me for missing our date."

Slipping off her bra, she dropped it to the floor and jiggled herself
at him. "There are worse ways to die."


---

Sassy rubbed her damp palms down her jumpsuit-encased thighs while she
waited for the turbolift. The PADD she had slipped into a pocket
pressed uncomfortably against a rib, reminding her of the pretense
behind this trip. Sweat trickled down her back and she closed her eyes
in frustration at the tormenting sensation. Minutes had begun to drag
barely a half hour after she had returned to the garden after lunch.
Finally, whimpering at the hours left before Chakotay finished his
duty shift, she decided to go to him. She knew it was crazy and
reckless to disturb him on the bridge like this but she had an itch
and she just couldn't wait three more hours to get it scratched.
Resolutely, she stepped into the turbolift and called for the bridge.

Nothing was working. Chakotay drummed his fingers on the arm of the
command chair impatiently. He had tried every breathing, focus and
mind control technique he had ever learned to get the golden
perfection of Ceshlyta's body out of his mind. He was the First
Officer, he had to set a good example for the crew. He couldn't leave
the bridge in the middle of a duty shift for a liaison with his wife,
it would be irresponsible. Many of the crew, including Tom and
B'Elanna were involved in romantic relationships; as the only married
couple on board, Sassy and he had to be models of appropriate
behavior. Just as he was giving himself the tenth lecture on mature,
responsible behavior in the span of fifteen minutes, the turbolift
doors opened. He twisted around to see Harry resuming his post at Ops.

"I trust your malaise has been alleviated, Mr. Kim." Tuvok noted from
his post at tactical in reference to Harry's earlier queasiness.

In spite of himself, a grin crossed Harry's features. "Yes, sir, a
trip to Sickbay did the trick. I'm feeling great."

Chakotay turned back around to face the viewscreen during their
exchange but his attention was pulled back when the turbolift doors
opened again.

"Chakotay, if you're not busy right now, I have some things I need to
go over with you." Sassy waved the PADD for everyone to see.

Jumping up from the chair, he immediately chastised himself. "I
shouldn't leave the bridge right now. Is it important?"

"I need to get this taken care of as soon as possible." She hoped she
didn't sound too desperate.

Chakotay thought quickly, maybe there was a compromise. "Why don't we
use the Captain's ready room, then?"

Curiosity burning his tongue, Harry blurted out. "Commander, did you
and Sassy enjoy Neelix's stew?"

Sassy turned to answer, already down the ramp towards the ready room.
"Yes, we did. I thought it was very tasty."

Chakotay nodded his agreement even as he quickly guided her into the
room and sealed the door.

Lowering his head to hide the smirk, Harry tried to look busy.

"Since you are feeling better, Ensign," Tuvok began. "Perhaps you
could conduct a diagnostic of the aft sensor array; it appears to be
off by .08 degrees."

Harry swallowed his amusement and nodded curtly to the security chief.
"Consider it done, sir."

Inside the Captain's ready room, Sassy had plastered herself to her
husband, her curves molded against the strong contours of his body.
Her arms wound around his neck, her hands entwining in his short, dark
hair to pull him deeper into a kiss. Their tongues sparred as she
silently tried to communicate her urgent desires.

"No, wait." His hands pulled her arms away and took a step back. "I'm
on duty, we can't do this." His body tightened, fighting to release
the restrained passion.

Freeing her arms from his loose grip, she caught his left hand in both
of her smaller ones and brought it up to her mouth. Seductively, she
began tracing the pattern of his wedding rings on his palm with her
tongue. "As the ship's botanist and chief gardener," she cooed between
moist strokes. "I consider it of the utmost importance," here she
paused to place an open-mouth kiss against the design, "to acquire
some wild oats for the gardener. As the First Officer, it is your duty
to give me what I need." She stepped back into the circle of his arms
and transferred the attentions of her tongue to the firm lines of his
tightly-clenched jaw.

It sounded logical, but there was a flaw in that logic somewhere,
there had to be. Tuvok would know where the flaw was, but he wasn't
inclined to ask him at that moment. His body strained uncomfortably
against the restricting fabric of his uniform pants. She was so soft
in his arms, her braid tickling his forearms as her head moved along
his jaw and down his throat. His resolve weakening, he tried to
remember exactly why they couldn't do this right now. Pressed tightly
together, he could feel their hearts pounding in unison. Surrendering
to the insistent demands of his body, Chakotay wrapped his arms
tighter around her waist and picked her up. He walked over to the desk
holding Sassy firmly against him. He set her down and quickly shoved
items on the desk out of the way.

Nearly squealing aloud in victory, she wasted no time unfastening the
jumpsuit she wore and kicking off her moccasins. She stepped out of
the suit and stood, her breathing ragged, in only her lacy
undergarments. Her breasts rubbed the fabric of her bra sending
shivers of anticipation down her spine. Tangling her fingers in the
silky luster of his hair, she pulled his head back down for another
deep, passionate kiss. Her lips crushed beneath his, she melted
against him as his tongue snaked into her mouth. The hot, wet invader
stroked and delved into the sensitive depths, inflaming her need
unbearably and she whimpered softly into his mouth. Her hand found the
fastening of his pants, releasing them to stroke the hard length
below.

The feel of her small, gentle hands caressing him sent a shudder of
desire through his body. Coaxing her onto the desk, he broke the kiss
only long enough to strip off her sopping panties and fling them away.
Heated blood surged through his veins, firing his need to a painful
intensity. Ragged breathing and soft moans were the only sounds in the
room as his mouth sought out hers to reclaim the red, swollen lips.
His hands dropped to her hips to steady her, her legs coming up to
encircle his waist. Unwilling to deny the throbbing urges of his body
any longer, Chakotay drove himself deep into the warm, welcoming body
of his wife.

Sassy groaned in pleasure at the sensation of complete fullness. Her
legs tightened around him as he began to move, determinedly stroking
in and out. Long graceful fingers clutched at his dark head, every
fiber in her body trying frantically to pull him closer, deeper into
her. The desk was hard against her back when she laid down, pulling
him with her. Twisting her hips up to meet his, she bent her knees,
feeling him bury deeper with every stroke. The burning pleasure of
long, hard thrusts seemed to go on forever. Suddenly, the knot of
desire and need snapped, her body convulsing in waves of release;
still his hard, powerful body slammed into her over and over.

He swallowed her cries, never slowing his pace, driving himself harder
and faster. His mouth tore away from hers, his lungs straining for
oxygen. His body continued to urge him higher, demanding more of this
exquisite sensation. Finally, when he could tolerate no more, his own
release ripped through him, his hips jerking spasmodically against
hers. He buried his face in the cushion of her breasts to muffle his
own shout of satisfaction.

"Spirits, that was so good." Sassy gasped, still trying to catch her
breath.

Nuzzling the sweet cleft of the lush, full mounds, he licked the salty
moisture he found there. "I aim to please." He murmured back.

"Mission accomplished."

Somewhere Chakotay found the energy to stand, helping her sit up. "Not
that I didn't enjoy this, but what exactly was it?" He found her
underwear across the room and retrieved them for her after he had
refastened his pants.

Shaking out her jumpsuit, she stepped into them, slipping the panties
into a pocket. "Delightful," she replied in a sated voice. She checked
his appearance, smoothing his tousled hair to remove any obvious
indication of their activity. Giving herself a quick once-over, she
patted his cheek. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as they say."

Chakotay began restoring the items on the desk to their former
placement. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth." He provided another
fitting adage.

"The curious raccoon who questions his food, goes hungry." Sassy
supplied. This was a game of theirs, the battle of the ancient
wisdoms. She did have something of an advantage over her husband,
since she had never rebelled against the teachings of her people she
had learned much more and remembered more than he did. Of course, if
Chakotay couldn't remember any pieces of ancient wisdom, he was just
as likely to make something up and he was insightful enough that it
usually sounded pretty good.

Chuckling, he raised his hands in mock surrender. "I don't think
enough blood has made its way back to my brain yet for this."

As she preceded him out of the ready room, she had one final shot. "It
is indeed a wise man who knows the limits of his knowledge."

---

"What?"

Janeway and her senior staff had convened in the briefing room at the
request of the Doctor. His report was not well received.

"As I said, Captain, after a couple of crew members," he cast sideways
glances at both Seven and Harry as he spoke. "After a couple of crew
members came to Sickbay behaving strangely shortly after eating in the
mess hall, I procured a sample of the item in question for analysis."
He passed a PADD with his findings around the table where Chakotay
studied it briefly before handing it to the captain.

 "An aphrodisiac, " Tom reiterated, looking at a very tired B'Elanna
even as he shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his chair.

 The Doctor nodded. "An extremely potent one. The primary ingredient
in this is apparently an equivalent to Terran oysters with
approximately 100 times the potency. "

"How many crew members were affected?" Tuvok made a note to review
security reports from the Alpha shift.

 "Between 30 to 50 as far as I can tell; additionally it didn't affect
everyone equally. Non-human crew members such as Vulcan and Bolian did
not experience any effects while Bajorans experienced a minor
reaction. The most potent reaction appears to have been among the
human crew members although I have been unable to determine the
extent."

"Why is that, Doctor? " Chakotay was trying not to remember Sassy on
the Captain's desk, her legs wrapped around him during their wanton
interlude.

 Fixing him with a knowing look, the Doctor pointed out the obvious.
"They resolved their reaction in a less-then-medical fashion and are
unwilling to document their experiences. Unless anyone here would like
to make a report?" His eyes traveled around the table. The only
individual who met his gaze was Tuvok, of course he had already noted
that Vulcan's were unaffected. He suspected that Harry and Seven had
made use of Sickbay but he was curious as to why the Captain was not
looking at him. The tinge of color in B'Elanna's cheeks confirmed his
suspicion about her reaction although Paris appeared more amused than
embarrassed. Chakotay also seemed to be particularly uncomfortable
with the information even through his typically impassive demeanor.

"Captain, I don't know what to say," Neelix began. "I had no idea. I
ate some myself on the planet and had no reaction, I never imagined .
. . "

 Janeway held up a hand it to halt the Talaxian's apology. Under the
table, she flexed her other hand in a subtle attempt to ease the
cramping. "According to the Doctor, the effects are temporary and it
appears that no one abandoned their post under the effects." She
slowly acknowledged. "However," here she fixed him with a purposeful
glare. "In the future you will have the Doctor analyze any new food
products prior to serving them. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am, absolutely." Neelix wrung his hands briefly before
speaking again. "What should I do with the leftovers?"

 "I'll take it." Tom and Chakotay replied in unison.

 "I didn't get any." Paris almost pleaded.

"Serves you right for standing me up at lunch." B'Elanna grumbled
under her breath.

Breathing a quick thanks for the self-cleaning aspect of the ship,
Chakotay tried to sound logical. "Sassy and I can see that it doesn't
go to waste, since we are the only married couple on board."

"Is that what you were discussing with your wife in the Captain's
ready room this afternoon?" Tuvok inquired blandly.

As snickers erupted around the room, Janeway avoided looking at her
First Officer. "Recycle it." The sofa in her ready room would never
look the same to her again; well, at least her desk was a comfortable
workstation. "And, Mr. Neelix, let's put a moratorium on any culinary
experimentation for a while. I think we've had enough fun with food
for the foreseeable future."

---

continued in the sixth story in the Twist of Fate series 'Chaos'