The BLTS Archive- Change of Plans by Devorephile (Devorephile@hotmail.com) and Boadicea (Boadicea12@aol.com) --- Obligatory Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns Star Trek and the characters of Captain Janeway, Inspector Kashyk, and probably anyone else who appears in this story. The story idea is ours. If we could make money doing this, you sure wouldn't be seeing it here. Sorry, Cea, you're sharing credit. I insist. August 20, 1999 --- They were alone in the shuttle bay. Kashyk's small ship hummed busily as it prepared itself for flight. He looked at it to avoid looking at her. He was leaving, returning to his own ship. She had asked him to stay, but he couldn't assume that she was feeling the same things that he was. His thoughts were in turmoil, but what could he do? His duty, as always. Only this time, staying that course would be almost impossible. Giving an inward sigh, he turned to continue their conversation. "I may not be able to join you this time." She looked at him solemnly. "Try." --- Suddenly he was kissing her, and Kathryn Janeway felt her body respond immediately. She looked up into his dark eyes as he released her. All trace of smugness was gone from his face, replaced by a look of gentleness and longing. Spontaneously, she slid her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, elevating the level of passion between them. His thick hair was soft to her touch as she slid her fingers into it. He kept one hand pressed into the small of her back, pulling her to him as he grasped her hand and brought it around to his mouth. Every touch of his lips burned her skin as he kissed her fingertips. He met her gaze again as he backed away. The look of regret on his face was unmistakable, but he turned to go. The leaden feeling in her heart increased as she realized that he was really going to do it. He was really going to leave. Inwardly, she was screaming. NO! Don't go! Her thoughts raced. Could she trust him? If not, then keeping him here was probably the safest course of action, even if they had to fight their way to the wormhole. If he was sincere… Oh God, if he was sincere, then she was about to lose him forever. Senses whirling, Kathryn realized that she had only one choice. "No." She took him firmly by the elbow. "There's been a change of plans." He looked back at her in surprise. "Captain?" "We'll find another way," she continued, tapping her communicator. "Security to shuttle bay. Please escort Inspector Kashyk to his quarters." She tried to keep her face unreadable as she let her eyes bore into his. "I'll be along in a few minutes." She turned on her heel and exited as the security guards arrived. --- Alone in the corridor, Kathryn forced herself to slow down and think objectively. The upcoming confrontation with Kashyk would be key. If the Inspector's entire purpose all along had been to trap the telepaths, then he would probably continue to cooperate, but passively. Their odds against the Devore warships were small, and he could still be rescued and rejoin his people. If he were sincere, however… If she hadn't mistaken what she had seen in his eyes… Kathryn shuddered at the thought of those eyes, so full of passion. Kashyk in all likelihood had the knowledge and ability to help Voyager escape. If he actively continued to help… The thought of him staying with Voyager, with her, filled her with longing and hope. She prayed that she wasn't wrong. --- Kashyk looked about the stark guest quarters and sighed. It was entirely possible that she suspected that he had planned to betray her. However, given his current emotional state, he didn't know if he minded that at all. And he certainly didn't mind the fact that she hadn't let him leave, though he would have found the thought of staying on this vessel incomprehensible just two days ago. What does she have in mind? How much does she know? Muttering to himself, he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the table. He rearranged his clothing, which had become uncomfortably tight while they were in the shuttlebay, and sat heavily on the couch, elbows on his knees. What had his kiss told her? Did she suspect that he had planned to betray her? How strange, if it was the kiss that had made her suspicious. Oh, there was some calculation, rooted in his original plan, in his decision to kiss her. But when she had kissed him back, pulled his mouth to hers, run those small beautiful fingers through his hair, he had forgotten everything but her. And then she had called security. She couldn't be a touch telepath, could she? Had she been able to see his schemes, his plans to trick her, find the wormhole, seize the telepaths and the ship? He had been trained to resist mindreading, and the scanners had not indicated any telepathic abilities on her part, but she was from a species they hadn't encountered before. No, she couldn't be a telepath. How could he feel like this about a telepath? Perhaps she had been on to him, perhaps she had never intended to let him go. But then why had she kissed him? It had been a little energetic for a kiss of betrayal. Curiosity? Some sort of contest? If she was a touch telepath, she would know how much he wanted her. Hell, she didn't need to be a telepath for that. The doors of his quarters opened, and Janeway strode in imperiously. Kashyk rose and leaned forward, putting his fists on the table, prepared for the verbal sparring that was to come. "All right, Inspector. I can't risk letting you rejoin your fleet. Let's come up with another solution." "Captain, we've discussed this." He shook his head. "Making a run for the wormhole is too dangerous." "It's not like you to give up so easily." He gave her a small smile. The echo of his earlier phrase wasn't lost on the Devore soldier. She laid a PADD on the table between them and continued, "Surely you can think of something that will help us, considering the potential benefits…" She halted in midsentence, leaving the thought awkwardly unfinished. She was looking at him, her gaze intense. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, whether she trusted him or not. Did he really see desire on her face? Or was it wishful thinking on his part? "I . . .agree with your assessment of the potential benefits." His eyes were locked on hers. God, he wanted her. He picked up the PADD thoughtfully, then entered a complex sequence. "These command codes will disable the warships long enough for us to escape." He handed the PADD back to her. Janeway's face showed her shock. "You're willing to disable your own fleet?" Kashyk nodded curtly and turned towards the viewport. The codes were real. He walked across the deck and looked out pensively. "You didn't trust me, did you?" Janeway stepped around the table, coming to a stop just behind him. "It was a chance I wasn't prepared to take." Kashyk looked down for a moment, leaning on his hands against the sill. She had won, beaten him at his own game. He didn't feel angry, just a strange sort of relief, and resignation. "I understand, " he chuckled softly. "Better than anyone." "I don't think you do." She reached out and placed her hand in the middle of his back. Startled, Kashyk jumped as if stung, and whirled to face her. His eyes grew wide as he registered what was happening. "I couldn't let you go," she whispered. "Not now." He touched her cheek gently with one elegant finger, his gaze searching her face hopefully. There was no mistake now -- hers was a look of desire, of invitation. Relief washing over him, his voice became gentle and passionate. "I'm very glad you couldn't." --- Kathryn's heart was pounding with elation at what Kashyk had just done. She had been right! She studied his rugged features, reaching to touch his lips. He captured one finger gently in his mouth, then took her hand in his and again began kissing her fingertips. Only this time he pulled her closer, placing his mouth lightly upon hers, allowing them both to savor the feeling. Stepping closer, she slid her hands onto his chest, then up and around his neck, allowing her breasts to push against him. Her mouth opened slightly, inviting him to reciprocate. Kashyk wrapped his arms around her back, quickly pulling her into a deeper embrace. He pulled her body tightly against his so that she could feel the full extent of his arousal. His tongue teased hers as the kiss became more passionate. She pulled away enough to speak. "Inspector," she whispered breathlessly. Looking up into his dark eyes, she felt a hot wave of desire run through her. She appreciatively traced the muscled line of his shoulders, then gazed at his well-built form as she ran her hands down his strong arms. He replied with a fond smile. "Captain." The word came out almost as a chuckle, making her realize that the time for titles was over. --- "Kashyk." Her voice was thick with emotion. He shuddered as she spoke his name. He stood completely still, watching her as she lightly stroked his erection through the thin fabric of his pants. A deep thrill ran through him as his excitement grew and his member strained to escape its confinement. "Kathryn," he whispered hoarsely. "Please. I want to make love to you." She nodded as she slipped her hand inside his shirt to feel the soft hair underneath. "Yes." She pushed the shirt over his head, raining kisses on his powerful chest. He moaned softly and grasped her buttocks, pulling her tightly to him. He inhaled sharply as she pressed into him, rubbing her torso eagerly against his. Captivated, he gazed at her in wonderment as her breathing became uneven and ragged. He released her and quickly removed her uniform jacket. Tossing it to the floor, he began to caress one breast through her undershirt, teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. --- The effect on her senses was astounding, as if every inch of her body became suddenly attuned only to him. She slid her arms around his waist and moved close to kiss the taut tendons at the base of his neck. "I need you, Kashyk." She murmured against his skin. He sighed eagerly and helped her remove the rest of her uniform. Her breasts, pert under her tank top, now received the attention of both his hands, and were sending thrills of sensation throughout her body. "Kathryn, you're beautiful." "Kashyk…" She flushed with excitement as he took her hand and pulled it towards the waistband of his pants. She slid her hand inside, caressing the bulge within, then pushed the clothing down to allow his engorged penis to spring free. --- Kashyk shuddered as her small fingers stroked the underside of his erection, caressing the swollen length. It hardened impossibly under her touch, nearly sending him to the brink. He quickly slid his fingers into the warmth between her legs. His eyes never left hers as he gently rubbed her clitoris. Focusing on her pleasure, he worked one finger, then two, deep inside her, stunned at the throbbing within. Guiding her to the bed, he removed her tank top and laid her on the covers. He gazed longingly for a moment, then removed the rest of his clothes and stretched out beside her, tracing his fingertips along the line of her hip. He drank in the sight of her body wordlessly, then propped himself on one elbow and lowered his head to kiss her tenderly. His fingers again found her warmth as he began to run light kisses down her neck and body. She arched her back as his mouth found and fixed on her swollen clitoris. He sucked gently, teasingly, eliciting soft wails of pleasure from this wonderful, strong woman who somehow wanted him, too. Her cries grew stronger, and he could feel her body tense as he brought her to the verge of release. He relished the feel of her fingers in his hair, gently urging him on. Trying to ignore the demanding call of his own desire, he continued relentlessly against her gentle bucking, until she jerked with a powerful climax. Trailing kisses back up her body, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a deep embrace, rolling her over on top of him. She lifted her head to look at him, and what he saw moved his soul. Her hair framed her face gracefully, enhancing the depth of passion in her eyes. He watched her gaze rake his body as she lightly massaged his chest with her fingers, quickly following with her mouth. His heart pounded as she continued her trail of kisses down the soft hair on his torso. She moved onto her knees, sliding between his legs to allow her breasts to tease him. Moaning, he lifted his hips to meet her, his erection jerking spasmodically as she took him in her mouth. He nearly lost control as she stroked his balls and sucked firmly and steadily on his cock. Finally, unable to wait, he sat up and pulled her towards him, guiding her hips to straddle his. He allowed the tip of his penis to rub against her opening, and he forced himself to hold there for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes. Then, with a guttural moan, he slowly and passionately lowered her onto him. She emitted a small cry as he wrapped his arms about her and penetrated her pulsing, waiting body. "Ah… Kathryn…" She was impossibly tight and warm. All logic and reason fled as he began to thrust rhythmically, almost frantically, again and again. --- Kathryn cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely, and she became lost in the sensation that was building inside her. She could feel her orgasm again cresting, washing over her body in great waves. She opened her legs as wide as possible, meeting his thrusts, wanting to experience everything about this sensual man, and was rewarded with an intense climax that slammed into her, ripping through her repeatedly. "Oh... GOD..." She almost couldn't breathe, and nearly lost consciousness as her contractions pounded endlessly through her body. --- The power of Kathryn's release enveloped Kashyk like a tidal wave, pummeling him. He came desperately, with a primal groan, reeling from the sensation and the depth of his emotion. They remained tightly locked together as their passion subsided, neither wanting to relinquish the closeness they had found. Kathryn buried her face in Kashyk's neck, whispering one word that completed both of them. "Stay." --- The End