The BLTS Archive- Personal Logs
by Devorephile (Devorephile@hotmail.com)

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Kathryn Janeway looked at the images on her monitor and shifted
uncomfortably in her chair. Punching savagely at her console, she
turned it off, angry for allowing herself this indulgence while on
duty. Then she exited the ready room, thankful that the shift was
finally over. She plastered a pleasant look on her face, nodding to
the crewmembers taking their places on the bridge for the next shift.
Entering the turbolift, she leaned against the back wall, waiting for
the doors to slide shut before allowing her face to again betray her
pensive mood.

Damn.

It had been almost a year, and she was still haunted by feelings that
unsettled her. Oh, she understood the strongest of them ... pure, raw
need. Sexual desire. Not surprising, since she had denied herself that
basest of human pleasures for so long. For several years she had
ignored it, denying her own sexuality. Now her body demanded attention
more often, and it was always the same image that came to her,
relentlessly, with startling clarity.

Kashyk.

When he left, Kathryn had been prepared to forget the entire
encounter, satisfied that whatever chemistry had existed between them
was just part of the performance. The self-confident swagger that had
been his undoing replayed itself in her mind, prompting feelings of
rage ... and creating a tight, nervous hunger deep within her. Kashyk
had simply used their camaraderie to his own advantage. Or so she had
thought.

The ship's internal sensors had been rigged to track the Devore
Inspector's every move. After his departure, Kathryn had replayed all
of the sensor logs in the privacy of her own quarters. She was so
startled by what she found that she keyed all the logs to her
authorization code only, to be replayed at moments like these.

She shook herself from her reverie as she realized that she had
somehow piloted herself to her quarters. Dimming the lights, she
crossed the room and collapsed on the couch, looking out at the stars.
Points of light twinkled at her from the deepest black. Like his eyes.

The images from the logs were relentless. The kiss in the shuttle bay,
and the look on her own face as she returned it. Kashyk after leaving
the bridge, emitting an anguished cry as he slammed his fist
helplessly against the wall of the turbolift. His final wordless gaze,
directly into the sensor pickup, that penetrated to her very core.

Kashyk, alone in the guest quarters, stroking an impossible erection,
whispering her name.

Kathryn shifted on the couch with a sigh, moving her hips. She was
very wet.

Moving into the anteroom, she removed a small device from the
compartment beside her bed. She slid the device into her pants,
wedging it into place above her already throbbing clitoris. When she
closed her eyes, she could see him looking down at her, drawing her
into his strong embrace. Could smell his clean, spicy scent. She
wondered, not for the first time, if Devore males had abnormally
strong pheromones.

Kathryn had always been ineffectual at pleasing herself with her own
hands, but there were other ways to satisfy her body's needs, and it
was amazing what one could find while shopping on alien space
stations. A flick of a switch, and the device began pulsing, sending
delicious vibrations shooting through her. She began rocking her hips
in a steady rhythm, feeling the familiar tautness starting to build in
her pelvis. Her breathing became heavier, each exhalation causing a
thrill of sensation to emanate from her swollen bundle of nerves.

She lay on the bunk and closed her eyes, imagining Kashyk
masturbating, looking at her, then pulling her towards him. Now his
warm hands were on her hips, guiding her onto his rigid member. A
ripple of sensation shot through her as she felt him impale her,
settling her firmly on his shaft. His arms wrapped around her, and he
began to thrust...

Kathryn's senses exploded as the unmistakable tingle of orgasm began
to build. She flexed her inner muscles, heightening her fantasy,
squeezing tighter with each push of her hips. Her rhythm was faster
now, steady, breathing forgotten, as she concentrated solely on the
waves of pleasure centered inside her. Heat flushed through her body
as she came with a jerk, inner muscles kneading, pulsing, endless.

She switched off the device and lay still, satiated and panting. Maybe
he had betrayed them. Maybe he was an arrogant bastard. But he had
certainly left her an excellent gift.

Kathryn smiled and fell into a sound, restful sleep.

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The End