By Kayryn Shadow
RATED NC17 (Janeway/Riker)
Disclaimer: Not mine, Paramount's
Author: I've always thought that Janeway and Riker would make a good-looking couple. I know I wrote this story with the possibility of getting killed afterwards, (by both J/Cers and Riker/Troi relationshippers) but this idea would not leave so I had to take the risk. FYI I AM a J/Cer and I DO believe Deanna and Wil belong together but� in Deathwish they looked so cute together!!!
This story was written from Kathryn's POV.
Summary: Kathryn Janeway meets Will Riker after returning to Earth.
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I�m walking the grounds of Starfleet Headquarters when I hear someone call my name.
�Janeway!!�
I turn around, agitated. I�m already late and I�m not in need of any other delays. But my anger diminishes when I see who it is.
�William Riker!" I exclaim. "I can't believe it! It's really you?� Will is probably the last person I expected to run into. For a second or two my thoughts linger on the last time we met, over seven years ago. It was right before I took command of Voyager in Admiral Felton's retirement party. He hasn't changed that much. I heard that he'd shaved the beard, but I'm glad to see it's back. It suits him well.
He smiles broadly. �The one and only. How are you Kathryn?�
�Late. I have a meeting in 10 minutes and I need to run.� The look on his face is slightly disappointed. I know exactly how he feels. �Say, I�m free after 1630 hours. You have any special plans?�
The smile is back in full force. �Not at the moment.�
�Good. Meet me at the Niko�s at 1700? You know the place, right?� I can see recognition flash in his eyes when I say the say the name of the cafe. I wonder if I should have chosen another place instead.
"Oh, yes. I know it alright."
Despite myself I feel my heart quicken. Dammit but he's still a good-looking man. I know I shouldn't watch him that way, but I can't help it. Age has only made him more handsome and a sudden image of him on top of me flashes behind my eyes. I shake my head as if to clear it off.
"What?" he asks.
Blushing I tell him that it's nothing. How could I ever let him know what I'm thinking. "I really have to go. Will I see you later?"
"I wouldn't miss it!" he grins. I love the way his eyes sparkle when he's happy. I nod and turn around. Admiral Marshall is waiting.
1700 that night, Niko's cafe
I'm right on time, something that must be a record for me. When you're a captain, it's always good to be a little late, so that you give a chance for those who arrive at the last minute. Tonight though, I wanted to be on time.
I look around the small cafe, my eyes searching for a dark haired man with a beard, when I hear someone behind me. "I'm not late am I?"
Without turning around I tell him, "Not at all. As you can see I just arrived myself."
"There's a free table in that corner, that look fine to you?" His hand is brushing my back and I'm wondering if he's doing it on purpose, and if so does he have any idea of the effect it has on me. I mumble something that I hope sounds like an agreement to him.
As soon as we're seated a waiter comes over to ask if we'd like to eat, or if we're here to have something lighter.
"I'm not really that hungry. How about you?" I look at Will questioningly.
"Me neither. I'll have coffee, please. Regular."
"Coffee. Black."
As the waiter leaves I notice that Will is shaking with laughter. "What?!"
He's trying to explain but just keeps on laughing. I have no idea what he finds so amusing but I can't help smiling myself. My earlier doubts about meeting Will vanish as I realize that this is something I've really missed. Spending time with a friend and having a good time without needing to worry about protocol or rules. Finally he calms down enough to speak. "I'm sorry, it's just that..." he's dangerously close to losing it again so I swat him lightly on the arm. "Sorry� the way you ordered your coffee. I can see that you're better friends with a replicator than with a waiter."
"Well, that's practically true. In the Delta Quadrant we didn't have luxuries such as waiters. We had Neelix, but he was in charge of the cooking as well as other things, so there was hardly ever time for him to be a waiter. Though he tried to please us the best he could." I can feel a smile forming on my lips as I think about the Talaxian friend, now so far away.
"Neelix� wasn't he the Talaxian that traveled with you?" Will's eyes are sparkling with curiosity. I know that look well.
"Yes. He and Kes joined us during our first week in Delta Quadrant. He offered to be a guide and ended up being the cook, morale officer and an ambassador of sorts."
"A morale officer?"
I chuckle softly. "Self appointed," I explain. "Well, that may not be a Starfleet appointed position on most ships, but he became a trusted friend and I have to say that even though I never at first considered it, I really miss him now."
"He stayed in the Delta Quadrant?"
The waiter is returning with our coffees and I hold the conversation long enough for him to leave again. Once he's gone I continue. "Yes, we ran into Talaxians about three weeks before we reached the Alpha Quadrant. When our ways were about to part he got an offer to stay with them. And he did." My smile is wistful now as I think about the goodbyes said that day. I also notice that he's having his coffee with two sugars, just like someone else I know. But I don't want to think of him. Not tonight.
"So did you make other friends while searching for a way back, or was this a one time incident?" I'm sure Will has caught my mood because he's trying to change the subject, even ever so subtly. I'm grateful.
"Well, we certainly made more enemies than friends, but there were good times. Very good times. We'd been traveling for almost a year when we met the 37's. Now *that* was an interesting experience." I'm sipping my coffee as I look at him over the rim. I'm wondering what it would have been like if he was there with us.
"Can you tell me?"
"Sure, but it's all in the public databases now. Are you sure you wouldn't want to read about it there?" I've never considered myself a story teller, so I'm not sure how interesting our experience would sound were it told by me.
"No, actually I'd rather hear it from you. I'm sure the files in Starfleet database are missing some of the details."
"Alright. It all started a bit funny when we found an old car floating in space. Once we brought it on board we studied it and realized it was sending out a distress signal. You know those old SOS things. Anyway, we found a planet not far from there and to our surprise it was inhabited by humans."
Will's face is shocked and I find that I'm quite enjoying this role. "They were taken there in the year 1937, abducted from their homes, cars and so on to work as slaves. All but eight people. Later on they fought the Briori and won. Their descendants built a community where they now live. Before we knew about the other humans we revived the eight remaining from their cryo-stasis. It was amazing. Have you ever heard about Amelia Earheart?"
"Of course. She was the first woman to fly across the Atlantic Ocean. She disappeared in.. 1937� are you saying?" I watch him place the pieces together. It was almost like living it for the first time again.
"Yes. She and her navigator, Fred Noonan were both among the 37's as they were called. It was incredible, you should have seen it. We offered to take them with us, but after awhile all of them decided to stay on the planet. You know, they invited us to join them as well." I tell him, and once again find myself wondering what my life would be like if the crew had decided to stay.
"Obviously you didn't."
"No. I was intent on getting us back home. I can't say I wasn't tempted. They were thriving, Will. It was really amazing."
"Do you regret your decision?" he asks.
"Actually, it wasn't my decision at all. I talked about it with my First Officer and then made an announcement to the crew. The ones that wanted to stay should gather to one of the cargobays and then Chakotay and I would meet them there." I think back to that moment right before stepping through the doors
"Well?" Will is holding the coffee in his hand but I'm not sure he even notices it, so much he's living the story with me.
"There was no one there." I smile and continue. "Everyone wanted to resume our course for home and so we did."
He's finally seeing the coffee cup again and takes a sip while he's mulling this over. "That's amazing. It also shows how loyal they are to you."
"I know. That was the first time I felt like I wasn't making that journey alone. Until then I wasn't sure if it was just me that wanted to get back. But after that time� I didn't have any doubts." I'm slightly embarrassed as I notice that I'm getting teary eyed. "Sorry. I'm talking too much."
"Don't be. And you're not, I'd love to hear even more." Will says. "I can't imagine what it'd be like. I have to say that when I heard you were in the Delta Quadrant I didn't doubt for a moment that you'd make it. Actually Beverly said that if there's anyone who can bring that ship and crew back home, it's Kathryn Janeway." He drowns the last of his coffee and looks at me. "I knew she was right all along." There was another pause before he continued, "Would you like to have seconds?"
I consider for a moment. "No thank you. My mother is already saying that I drink too much of this stuff. Besides, I think this was my seventh today, so I better leave it at that."
"Alright� how about a walk in the park instead. It's nice and warm outside."
"Yes, I'd like that."
He offers me his arm and I�m more than happy to accept.
It isn't more than an hour later that we are standing outside my apartment building. We'd ended up walking around the Academy campus, reminiscing about 'the good old days'. What surprises me is the amount of flirting we did all evening. I haven�t done that since� well, with Chakotay and even that pretty much seized sometime during our fifth year in the Delta Quadrant.
�Umm� would you like to come in?� I�m not sure it�s a good idea to even ask him, but I can�t stop myself. As I wait for his answer I once again notice how the electricity between us is so strong my skin is tingling. I know exactly what will happen if he says yes. Why is he taking so long to decide?
�Are you sure?� his voice is husky as he leans closer, so close that I can feel his body heat in the cooling air. I look up at him and search his face for any clues as to what he might be thinking or feeling. I find concern, kindness, but above all them I can see what I myself have been desperately trying hide. Desire. The openness he�s showing makes me want him even more and I let him see that.
I close my eyes in anticipation of what�s to come and I nod, ever so slightly. Yes, I�m sure.
The fierceness of our first kiss surprises me and to keep myself upright I thrust my hands to his hair. I�ve never kissed a man with a beard before and though it scratches my face lightly, it excites me to no end. His hands wander from my shoulders down my back and below and then back again. But this time in between us. One of his hands finds its way under my jacket and caresses my breast through the fabric of my shirt. I moan, needing more.
After a few minutes of tasting and exploring the need for oxygen forces us apart. �Come on,� I say and pull his hand as I start climbing the stairs to the second floor.
The three seconds it usually takes me to enter my security code stretch into twenty as Will keeps distracting me with his hands. When we finally reach the seclusion of my apartment I let the last bit of my control slip away. I push his clothing out of my way and groan in frustration as his coat gets caught in something. He shrugs it off and then in one motion he discards his shirt before his lips return to mine in yet another bruising kiss.
Will pins me to the wall next to the door we've just walked through. I hear something tear but I'm not sure if it's something that's his or mine. Right now I couldn't care less. He wraps his arm around me, and one hand finds its way under my shirt, touching my hot skin.
"Will!"
"What?" He looks at me with darkened eyes.
"Help me get these off," I beg him.
His reply is somewhat surprising as he begins tearing my clothes. In a matter of minutes I stand almost naked, my bra and panties the only things he's left on me. He bends to kiss my hair and then my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access and a sigh escapes my lips as he finds the spot. His tongue is stroking me from my ear to my collarbone, and I shiver in anticipation. I'm unsure what to do with my hands so I simply wrap them around him caressing his back and enjoy the ride that's about to begin.
He raises his head and look at me, searching. As his lips crash down on mine again, I think whatever it was that he was looking for he must have found it. Between kisses I tell him he's still wearing too many clothes.
"I know."
He takes one of my breasts in his hand and gives it a slight squeeze. It's been so long since I felt any of these sensations I'm not sure I'm going to last very long. I close my eyes for a moment as he reaches behind me and opens the hooks of my bra, slowly sliding them away. For a few moments I can feel nothing and I open my eyes wondering if something is wrong.
"Gods, you are beautiful." He says, his hands now cupping both breasts. "They're so perfect."
I feel myself blush, no one's ever complimented on my figure so openly before. I've had lovers who have complimented on my skills but never one has given me praise on how I look, not this way.
He moans as he leans closer and takes one in his mouth, sucking on it, then running his tongue over the peak, causing me to breathe in gasps only. He bites it lightly, and then switches to the other one, while he's keeping the first nipple stiff with his thumb and finger, pinching and pulling.
I reach for his belt and unbuckle it with trembling fingers. He looks at me and smiles. Gods, am I the only one suffering? I slide down the zipper, and push down his pants as far as I can and then pull them down rest of the way with my feet. Oh, I need not worry about him being ready. Will�s poker face has once again fooled me. Even though he's wearing boxers I can see the state of the arousal he's in. I run a hand over his erection through the material. He backs off and I'm pleasantly surprised at how little of my touch he's able to withstand.
He hooks his hand on my panties and unceremoniously rips them off with one move and drops down on his knees. He then places my other leg on his shoulder so he has better access. I can feel him grinning against my thigh, his breath caressing my sensitive skin. His mouth closes on my moist center and I moan loudly. I grasp his hair with one hand, urging him on. I feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs and wonder if he has any idea how close I already am. His tongue is creating incredible sensations that shoot through my nerves and I arch my back, trying to bury him deeper in me. As if reading my mind Will inserts a finger in me, making it necessary for me to grab his shoulder for leverage.
I shudder when he adds another finger and then another and drives them in and out of my wetness slowly and deliciously and I hold back the scream that is threatening to escape me. He has my nub between his lips and he licks it repeatedly with his tongue. It�s getting too strong and I know I won�t be able to hold back my scream when I come. My head feels light and for a brief moment I think I�m going to faint. Wil now sucks the pearl of my womanhood and I scream. The waves crash on me again and again and I�m dimly aware of the rocking of my quivering body as the orgasm takes control. When the tremors finally subside and I open my eyes I�m surprised to find myself sitting in his lap.
�Your knees gave out,� he offers as an explanation.
�Oh� oh god, Will�� I want to say more but my brain refuses to cooperate. Instead I kiss him fully on the lips. With one hand I reach down between us and I'm delighted at what I find. At some point he's managed to rid his boxers and I gasp as I see his member. To know that I'm about to have that inside me makes my mouth water. And I don't have to wait long.
"Kathryn� I want you now!"
His voice is so full of passion I understand my earlier intentions of progressing to the bed have to be reconsidered. Kissing him again with growing urgency I raise taking him with me. In one swift move he hoists me up and pins me between himself and the wall, almost knocking me breathless. I spread my legs as wide as I can and cross them behind his back.
He enters me almost brutally and I shriek at the pleasurable pain of it. It doesn't take more than a few strokes for me to feel the second climax closing. "Ohhh, Will� yesss� more, harder, yes! HARDER!!"
He pounds in and out of me relentlessly. He switches the rhythm all of a sudden and that's all it takes for me to come. I feel my muscles grip his hard erection still pumping into me and I scream incoherently, unable to focus on anything but the wild pleasure this man is giving me. As I'm slowly coming down from my last high, I realize Will still hasn't had his release. I'm trying to decide if I should point out the obvious when Will strengths his hold of me and moves away from the wall.
Before I have a chance to ask about his intentions he lays me on my desk that is next us. I reach up to kiss him again, telling him that we're not done until he's been satiated. When we break the kiss I lower myself down on the desk thinking that I'll probably never look at it in the same way again. I would keep my legs around him but he places them on his shoulders, making the penetration as deep as possible. Will then starts a slow but steady rhythm driving in me right to my cervix. I can't help it, I yelp. It's been so long since I last had a man who has done that and the feeling is incredible. It's beyond my comprehension but I'm getting closer to the edge again. It doesn't make any sense to me. Twice is the more than I usually have and three� unheard of. But here I am, laying on my back in front of a gorgeous, sexy man who's the most talented lover I've ever had. He's pushing into me hard and deep, his rock hard erection spearing me, his hands at my hips, guiding my body. The desk bangs against the wall giving away our actions and for a fraction of a second I wonder if my new neighbors have already moved in because the noise would surely wake them up. But then Will changes the angle slightly and I shriek. The G-spot. Oh god!! My back arches and I howl as my orgasm takes over, my body shaking almost violently with the earth shattering climax. Will's movements have turned erratic, but he's still holding himself back, stretching my pleasure impossibly. Just when I think I can't take anymore the friction from Will's swelling erection and the pressure of his erupting seed take me over the edge as every nerve in body is on fire, the burning sensations raging though my body.
"Kathryn... Kathryn!"
I open my eyes, unable to focus. Even the voice I hear sounds like it's coming from a far distance. "Wha�?"
"Kathryn, you O.K.?" His voice sounds a bit closer know.
"O.K.?"
"Are you O.K.?" He asks again.
My eyes finally focus on him, hovering just above me. He looks worried. "Yeah, I'm fine." I try to move, but regret it instantly. "Ooohh, I'm sore."
Helping me up and off the desk, Will grins widely. "Are you complaining?"
I feel a blush creeping up to my cheeks and I smile. "After what we just did? Being a little sore for a while is a small price to pay."
Will laughs. "Well, I guess that's one way of saying you're not entirely disappointed."
"Oh that was definitely not disappointing."
He settles for a smug smile and then reaches across me for a piece of clothing. While he dresses I try to figure out a graceful way to ask him what he feels, and to explain that I wasn't really looking for a relationship at the moment without making him feel like I'd used him. I grab a comforter from the couch and wrap it around myself hastily. When I turn to look at him I study his face and then smile at what I see. We seem to have an understanding. No strings attached, but just enjoying good company and having a great time.
"It's getting late, I better leave," he says. "I� I'd still like to see you before I have to go back to the Enterprise. don't necessarily mean like this, but�"
I nod as we walk towards the door. "I know. I'd like that too. Tonight I seemed to be the one to do all the talking, I'd like to hear what you've been up to as well. We've still got a lot of catching up to do."
"I'll call you."
"Oh no!" I laugh. "I've heard that line before. How about I call you? Tomorrow?"
He pretends to think about it and I smack his arm playfully. "Alright, alright. You know where I stay, so call me. I might be visiting Commander Jones around noon but other than that�"
I open the door manually and check the corridor. Will chuckles and when I ask what's so funny he says I look like I'm afraid that I'll get caught with my hand in a cookie jar.
"Oh you� get going you! And I'll call you tomorrow," I tell him.
Will leans closer and brushes a kiss on my lips. "You do that." I kiss him again slowly and thoroughly when I vaguely realize that someone's talking. Must be the new neighbor. I look behind Will's shoulder and I'm greeted with a sight of a man with a black, tousled hair and�
"�some people don't care about the hours of the day, but I have a very early morning and thanks to the two of you , I woke up and haven't been able to..."
I know that voice. I know it too well as it belongs to the man who stood next to me for seven years and then disappeared from my life. I can't believe this is happening! This is not happening!! The man looks up in the middle of his tirade. I can see the exact moment he realizes that it's me. I know I should say something but my mind is blank. I look at Will who has also recognized my neighbor. For some reason he finds it extremely funny and I poke him between his ribs none too gently but the grin only widens. Why do I even bother?
"Kathryn?"
"Hello, Chakotay." A grin creeps to my face as I grasp the wicked humor of the situation. Right now I'm feeling much too pleased for my own good and even the sight of my former First Officer can't discourage it. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I guess we got a bit carried away."
Riker is shaking with the effort of not laughing. He wraps his arm around me and feeling very content I lean on him all the while looking at Chakotay. For a microsecond I can almost see a blond haired young woman next to him, but then Will's laughter breaks the image in my head. Still grinning I tell Chakotay: "We'll try to keep it down next time."
The end