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Forfeit: Part Three
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Forfeit: or The Captain's Game
Part Three
By Ruth Moore
© 1995
It was late afternoon and the two captains were immersed in
conversation, surrounded by the remains of their lunch. "But how could
they possibly have considered you objective?" Kathryn was saying,
gesturing with her wineglass. "Your Security officer is from one of the
Klingon Great Houses, for God's sake."
"Yes, but you have to remember that Worf was in disgrace at the time.
There was no way that he could gain from my actions."
"But he did, didn't he? I mean, he was reinstated and didn't he fight in
the civil war on Gowron's side?"
"Yes, but his reinstatement was more the result of his actions and those
of his brother than any thing that I did. At least it could be argued
that way. In fact, of course, I was far from objective; the last thing I
wanted was to see the Duras family in power. But I had to act within the
constraints of Klingon law." He shook his head. "Sometimes when I'm on
the Klingon Homeworld, I feel like I've walked into Rome under the
Borgia Papacy, with assassins lurking behind every tapestry, and armies
deciding who rules."
"But when you talk about it, you get...enthusiastic. You kind of like
their politics don't you?" Kathryn smiled as he looked at her in
surprise.
He thought about it for a moment. "Well I don't like the chaos and
people trying to kill me,. but...there is something...operatic and
swashbuckling about the whole thing." He looked a little embarrassed.
"Of course, I'd rather do my skulking around on a Holodeck where no one
is *really* trying to kill me." He reached for the wine bottle, only to
find that it was empty.
Kathryn lay back and stretched. "Mmmm....this is so relaxing. We've been
on the Cardassian border for too long." She sighed. "I wish I could get
back to exploring, even if it's just a mapping expedition."
He moved to sit behind her. Taking her head into his lap, he began to
massage her scalp. "No more 'Fleet talk." She made a rumbling noise in
her throat and he laughed at her. "I believe you're purring, Kat." He
scratched her behind the ear and she laughed.
"You know, I hate cats. I'm a dog person."
"Most cats hate other cats. My aunt had two cats and they ignored one
another with complete arrogance." He bent and kissed her temple. "Not
that I'm accusing you of arrogance, mind you."
"Oh of course not," she said, pulling his head down again to kiss him.
"You know what I want to do."
"Hmmm?"
She pulled away from him and sat up. "I want to see if that water can
possibly be as clear as it looks." She stood up suddenly reaching down
for his hand. After pulling him up, she turned and ran toward the water.
When he caught up with her, she was splashing in the shallow waves.
"This is almost like bath water, it's fantastic." As he moved toward
her, she kicked a spray of water at him and then turned and headed for
deeper water. He laughed and followed her, watching as she dove into a
wave. She swam several meters out and turned to look for him. When he
surfaced, she yelled, "It's safe isn't it?"
"Perfectly safe," he called back. He then dove under the surface,
swimming toward her. The water really *was* impossibly clear and so she
was able to evade him easily. As she dove and tried to go after him, her
hair floated into her face. She surfaced and spent a quick moment
clearing her eyes. He took advantage of her pause, coming from behind
her to grab her in his arms. She squirmed, trying to break free, but his
grip held. "You have to pay a toll," he said sternly.
"Oh really? And what would the toll be, Captain." He turned her around
and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and let herself go limp.
As he relaxed his hold, one hand coming up to caress her breast, she
wriggled out of his grip. "Really Picard, you'll have to do better than
that."
They chased one another for a while, then, tiring of the game, Kathryn
relaxed, floating on her back. "Oh, I'm all worn out," she said in a
frail little voice. "I have no choice but to let you have your way with
me, you gorgeous sea god."
Jean-Luc laughed hard enough that he almost swallowed a mouthful of sea
water. "Oh please, you could probably swim rings around me, you nereid."
He swam up to her. "But as my first officer would say, I'm not going to
question my luck." He reached her feet and pulled one of them out of the
water, nibbling on her toes. "You're not ticklish are you?"
"Not my feet, the rest of it you'll have to find out the hard way."
"Ah, a challenge." He began to run his fingers up her legs, pulling her
toward him. She floated in the warm water, remaining completely passive
to both his hands and the slight pull of the waves. His hands on her
skin felt so good, almost an extension of the sea and although she was
aroused, it was a relaxed arousal. She had the feeling that she could
drift for hours, held up by the sea and his touch. He moved under her,
fingers trailing along her back and then surfaced near her head. He bent
and kissed her, his mouth tasting faintly of salt. His fingertips were
brushing the sides of her breasts now, moving slowly up toward her
nipples, but even when he reached them the caress was gentle, almost
nonexistent. Then he was under her again, and she felt him surface
between her legs. She let them fall open and his hands began to move
lightly along her inner thighs. He was thorough and by the time he eased
a finger into her she was wet from more than just the sea.
She began to feel less calm, and it was becoming harder to stay afloat.
She could feel her need build up and she tried to relax. He kept up the
gentle rhythm, avoiding her clitoris for the most part; only
occasionally sliding a finger across it. Her pretense of passivity was
becoming harder and just when she was about to break down and ask him to
do...something, she felt his hand firm under her shoulders. The hand
between her legs began to move harder and faster, three of his fingers
sliding inside her and his thumb rolling across her clitoris.
"Go ahead," he said. "Let go, I won't let you drown." He bore down
harder and she cried out as the wave of feeling rolled through her. He
kept her head above water as she writhed and then, as she became still
again he let go. She floated in silence and stared up into the blue sky
for a long time. When she moved again, she discovered that they were in
fairly shallow water.
"I was afraid that you were treading water all that time." She said as
she noved over to join him. "Thank you, that was...incredible. Like
zero-g sex, but not like it..." She wrapped herself around him and
kissed him deeply. "What's this?"
"What do you think? Watching you have an orgasm like that would rouse a
dead man. You look completely abandoned when you come...very intense."
"I told you so." She rubbed against his erection. "If I remember, making
love in water just doesn't work. How about hitting the beach? If we
don't get out of this water soon, we'll both be totally wrinkled." They
waded out through the knee high surf and as they walked toward the
blanket and the drowsing horses, she saw glint of color in the sand.
Bending over, she picked up a lump of some sort of blue crystal. It was
small, four or five centimeters and worn smooth by the sea. "I wonder
what this is?" She looked at him and he shrugged. "Oh well, it's pretty
enough. I'll ask when we return the horses. I hope it's OK to take these
off planet." Reaching the blanket she tucked it in the pocket of her
jeans. She then stretched out on her stomach, looking over her shoulder
at him. "And what can I do for you?"
He knelt behind her and ran his hands up her thighs to her backside.
Bending, he began to kiss his way up her spine, his hands once again
moving into her. She was afraid that all the time she had spent in the
water would have dried her out, but as he bent over her, nibbling and
kissing the back of her neck she could feel another rush of arousal and
his fingers slid into her easily. "You have amazing hands," she said,
arching to give him easier access.
Jean-Luc said nothing, continuing to stroke her. He never knew what to
say to compliments like that and right now he decided that silence was
the best option. She was moving now, and he straightened up waiting to
see what she wanted. When she was on her hands and knees, she tossed her
wet hair over her shoulder and looked back at him.
"So how good a rider are you?"
There was nothing to say to that either; he simply moved in behind her
and guided his erection into her. He moved slowly at first, but she
encouraged him to move faster; thrusting her hips back to meet his
thrusts. He loved the way she felt, her inner muscles tight around him.
He was close to an orgasm and he tried to slow down, reaching around her
hip to try to stroke her. "No," she gasped out. "just be selfish." She
lowered herself to her elbows and hissed back at him, "Jean-Luc take
me...hard." So he did, grabbing her hips again and thrusting into her
with an ever increasing urgency. When it happened, his climax was
powerful; he flung his head back and cried out.
Kathryn braced herself and was surprised when the intensity of his
orgasm was enough to push her over the edge. Seconds after he came, so
did she; her fingers digging into the blanket and the grass beneath.
Jean-Luc gently eased himself out of her and slid down to lie next to
her. She curled up against him spoon fashion, and they were silent far a
time. Finally she stirred. "I'll have to make sure any time there's a
poker tournament and the _Enterprise_ is present that I win the
Captain's Game." She sat up and looked at him. "Or that I lose to you.
What kind of Forfeit would *you* demand."
He laughed. "You'll just have to wonder." He sighed, not knowing how to
bring up the fact that they should really be heading back. She looked
down at him.
"We have to go, don't we."
"I'm afraid so." He stood up and looked around. "At one point today I
thought that it would be nice to have this recorded for a Holodeck
program, but I'm glad that I don't have a holocamera." At her look of
curiosity, he explained. "Some things should remain in memory, don't you
think?"
She looked around and then stood up and joined him. "You're right." She
kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Shall we?" She gestured to the blanket
and their clothes.
A short time later they had picked everything up and were remounting
their horses. As Jean-Luc went to remount his horse, Kathryn saw him
bend over and pick something up but she couldn't see what it was. He
made no explanation and she didn't bother to ask.
As they reached the headland they reined in and looked back at the cove,
each of them reluctant to ruin the mood, but each of them feeling like
something needed to be said. Finally, Kathryn said, "Perhaps we humans
try to hard to put things in words." He looked at her. "Here we are,
both trying to think of something to say, but there really isn't a need
for more words."
He murmured something in what sounded like Vulcan. Shrugging, he
translated, "It was."
"I like that." She wheeled her horse around and he followed her back to
the trail.
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The next morning, a small box materialized on the desk in Janeway's
Ready Room. She looked at it in surprise for a moment and then picked it
up and opened it. Nestled against black velvet was a green crystal
similar to the one she had picked up in the beach. There was a tiny
scrap of paper with two words written on it. *It was*. She smiled and
wondered how soon he would find the blue crystal she had slipped in his
jacket pocket.
The End
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