Title: Fully Functional
Author: Khylaren
Contact: Khylaren@earthlink.net 
Series: VOY/TNG
Code:  EMH/Pulaski
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts:  1/1

Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager, the EMH and Dr. Pulaski all belong to Paramount.  I’m only playing with them for a little bit and will put them back when I’m through.  No infringement is intended, of course.

Summary: This was written for the Doctor Fuhq-fest.  It is purely fluff and for entertainment purposes only.  I was given the pairing of the EMH and Dr. Pulaski and this is what I managed to do with it.  The story takes place after Voyager returns to the Alpha Quadrant.  Its fluff.  Pure fluff.  You’ve been warned.

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Dr. Kate Pulaski entered Voyager’s sickbay, her gaze intent on the PADD she was studying.  Since Voyager had returned, there had been heated debate about the validity of Captain Janeway’s claim that her EMH was indeed sentient.  Dr. Pulaski had been called in as an impartial witness in the debate.  It was her task to study the EMH and submit her opinion in a report to the committee in a week.

“Please state the nature of the medical emergency,” the EMH, a Mark I model, stated with cordial efficiency.  

Kate sighed and rolled her eyes.  *All* of the Mark I’s said that. She dropped the PADD into her lab coat. “There is no medical emergency,” she replied.  “I’m Doctor Pulaski, and I’m here to study your program.  Captain Janeway said that she briefed you already, and that you would be expecting me.”

The EMH smiled, something which Kate was unused to seeing in a Mark I.  Surprisingly, the expression sat well on his features.  “I was expecting you,” he said, sticking his hand out for her to shake. Kate accepted it with a raised eyebrow.  

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” he continued.  “I have studied all of your research on genetics and I find your theories simply fascinating.  It would be an honor if you would share some of your thoughts on a project I’m working on.” He practically beamed.

Kate was impressed with the programming, but had to cut his enthusiastic chatter short. “Doctor, I apologize, but I don’t have time at the moment to discuss your research. I’m here to determine whether you are truly a sentient being or merely the results of clever programming.”

The EMH’s face fell. “Oh,” he said shortly. “Very well.  How may I assist you?”

“I would like to access your holomatrix to begin with,” Kate replied, moving towards his office purposefully.  The EMH followed her, his expression concerned. “Then I will take a closer look at your programming. Finally, I will as you some questions.”  She looked up at him, irritation crossing her features as she noticed him hovering anxiously. “I do not require your assistance at this time.”

The EMH frowned. “Excuse me, but I think you do.  After all, this is *me* you are investigating.  Who better to assist you?”  He smiled charmingly.

Kate looked at him a moment and sighed.  “Very well.”  She couldn’t stay irritated at him when he smiled that way.  She shook her head, puzzling at her train of thought.  True, when he smiled, his eyes brightened, and his features took on an appealing look that the other Mark I’s lacked, she thought. But that didn’t explain the tiny flutter in her stomach when he smiled.  *Hogwash* she thought crossly, steeling herself to direct her attention to her work once more.

Several hours later, Kate’s understanding of the Mark I program had been greatly expanded, and she found herself intrigued at how a supposedly substandard program had exceeded the expectations and programming of its original design.  As she scrolled through the ship’s logs, time and time again the EMH had proven that he was more than just a hologram.  

She looked up from the screen to watch him, working on an experiment out in the main part of sickbay.  After initially showing her his holomatrix and programming specs, he had outlined the careful additions he had made to his original program, and downloaded the ship’s logs pertaining to him so she could access them more easily.  With another charming smile, he had left her to her own devices, but remained within earshot should she have questions or require clarification on a subject.  

Kate absently reached for the cup of tea he had replicated at her request, taking a sip of its now lukewarm contents, watching her subject as he added another bit of genetically designed bacteria into the study model.  The scientist in her admired his careful, steady hands as he guided the sample from one dish to another.  The physician in her saw his expression of intent and curiosity, an expression she herself wore often as she conducted her own research.  The woman in her couldn’t help but notice his fine build, his handsome features, how his face looked as if it were more used to smiling than frowning.  

Kate snorted to herself, surprised again that her train of thought had wandered beyond that of her project.  *He was a hologram*, for crying out loud.  Sentient or not, he wasn’t a real person.  She blamed her distraction on hormonal imbalance, most likely caused from lack of sexual intimacy.  Kate sighed.  It *had* been a very long time since she’d been with anyone.  She shook her head again and finished the last of her tea, determined to forget that line of thinking altogether.

She immersed herself in the ship’s logs, paying particular attention to the EMH’s personal logs.  Kate smiled as she read of the EMH’s inability to select a name.  Luckily, for most, that was a decision made by others and entirely out of their control. She couldn’t blame him for his indecisiveness.  She leaned in slightly, her chin resting on her hand as she read through his first away mission to the holodeck, lips quirking slightly at the name he had finally selected for himself: Schweitzer.  Kate blinked, continuing to read as he described his encounter with Freya, the Shieldmaiden, and how heartbroken he was at her death.  

“Holocharacter or not,” he had written. “She touched me in a way that no member of this crew ever has. She respected me, called me equal.  Though her ‘death’ was not real in any sense, it has shaken me and given me pause.  I shall miss her.”

Kate was oddly moved by his words, and noted that immediately following the episode, he chose not to remain ‘Schweitzer’.  She continued to read, each entry describing how he interacted with the crew, and that after time, they began to accept him as a fellow crewmember.  He had endeavored to teach the former Borg drone, Seven of Nine, the rituals of dating. Kate stifled a chuckle when she read that.  Imagine, a being who had no actual humanity of his own trying to teach humanity and human rituals to another.  It would be like a blind man trying to teach a sighted man to read.  She shook her head, reading on as the EMH described his growing feelings for the young woman, and how those feelings had eventually been crushed, pushed casually aside by the former Borg.  

“Perhaps if I had shared with Seven the depths of my feelings for her, she would have been less inclined believe that there were no suitable candidates aboard Voyager for her,” he wrote. “However, as emotionally immature as my dear Seven is, I believe that one day, she will see that I am the one for her.”

Kate sighed, shaking her head. The EMH had the same failings as every other male in the Universe.  Once they set their sights on a female, nothing in the world would convince them that their feelings would never be returned. She filed that thought away as a vote towards sentience.  Kate continued to read, skipping over entries, re-reading others.  She came across another entry that described an away mission to a planet where time passed much more quickly there than on Voyager.  He described, in great detail, the life he had lead while planetside.  He had met a woman, fallen in love, and had fathered offspring, apparently (Kate paused to wonder exactly how he had managed *that* feat), all in approximately 5 minutes Voyager time.  A slow flush crept up her cheeks as he described, in great detail, making love for the first time to a woman.  Evidently, according to his report, he’d had to make several adjustments to his programming and holomatrix to accomplish *that*.  Kate glanced up once more to study the EMH and found herself face to face with her subject.

“Are you feeling all right?” he inquired politely. “You are looking a bit flushed.”

“I-I’m fine,” she stammered, trying to cover her embarrassment. “I’ve finished with studying your logs.  I would like to ask you some questions now.”

The EMH smiled. “Fine. Can I get you some more tea, or a bite to eat, perhaps? I don’t need to consume food, but I am aware of your human needs.”

*Are you?* Kate thought with humor, her mind recalling the saucy bit of reading she had just finished.  Her lips twitched briefly as she tried to hide her smile.  “More tea would be wonderful. I don’t require anything to eat at this time.”

The EMH nodded and stepped out of the office to procure the offered tea.  Kate took advantage of his absence, trying vainly to get the erotic images his log had produced out of her head.  It wouldn’t do to be flustered like a teenager when he came back with her tea.

He returned shortly, taking a seat across from her after handing her the tea.  He crossed his legs, poised to answer her questions.

Kate took a sip of her tea and hid her smile behind the cup, resuming her usual, more serious demeanor as she asked her first question.

“Why haven’t you selected a name at this point in time?”

The EMH smiled, noticing the effect it had on his interviewer. “I have not been able to make a final selection yet. There are so many to choose from, it is difficult to select only one.” He paused, leaning back slightly in his chair and clasping his hands on his raised knee.  “Names have meanings all their own.  Yours, for instance: Kate.  Its short for Katherine, of Greek origin, and it means ‘Pure’.  I want to select a name that defines me, fits my personality.”  He shrugged, smiling lightly. “I simply haven’t run across a name that falls under that category.”

Kate rested her chin on her hand, leaning forward to watch him as she asked her next question. “Why did you reprogram yourself?  Specifically, I want to know the reasoning behind your program expansions.”

The Doctor paused, tilting his head slightly as he considered his answer. “Well, I suppose mainly I did it because I wanted to become more human.  I wanted to expand my knowledge into areas beyond medicine.  I can’t explain my reasoning, exactly, except to say it was an urge I couldn’t ignore.  I had a need to be more than what my programmers anticipated.  I wasn’t satisfied until I could sing, paint, write holo-novels, and make friends.”  

Kate felt the flutter in her stomach again when she asked her next question. “And your, other, more physical additions? And the programming for love-making techniques?  Why did you add those?”  Her cheeks felt warm and she carefully avoided his gaze by taking another sip of his tea.

“Ah, well, e-hem…” the EMH cleared his throat, a useless gesture since he didn’t actually possess a throat, but a habitual one nonetheless.  “I felt the need to expand my knowledge in all directions.  Sex and sexuality are important parts of humanity and I felt it was necessary for me to understand their nature completely.  The only way I could do so was to experience it first hand.  It was also useful on an away mission several years ago. I have since added several databases worth of knowledge and technique, as well as improved the overall shape and size of my penis.”

Kate nearly choked on her tea. “I beg your pardon?”

“I could give you a demonstration, if you like.”

“Oh, my.”  Kate didn’t quite know how to handle that one.  

“I assure you, my holomatrix is fully functional.”

“Really?” Despite her better judgment, Kate was intrigued.  What better way to judge this aspect of his potential sentience than to…she had to stop this train of thought immediately.  This was getting out of hand.

The EMH stood and stepped closer to her, aware of her distracted state.  He leaned near her, his lips close to her ear. “It has been a very long time since I made love to a woman as beautiful as you.”
 
Kate shivered at the intimate tones of his voice, momentarily lost for words.  She turned her head to face him, and froze, her lips inches from his own.  For the first time she noted how full and sensual they were, parted slightly as if in anticipation.  Her eyes traveled up his handsome face to meet his own, and she was startled by the deep brown color of them, and the intelligence and warmth she saw reflected in them.  Her own lips tingled in anticipation and she couldn’t stop herself as she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips softly against his.  His lips were every bit as soft and sensual as they had looked and as she pulled away from the kiss, she resisted the urge to touch them with her fingers.

“Is that a yes, Dr. Pulaski?” He asked, his eyes darkening with anticipation.

Unable to speak, not ready to admit what she was agreeing to, Kate merely nodded.

The Doctor held out his right hand and took hers, bringing it to his lips.  His kiss traveled lightly over her knuckles, his tongue darting in between her fingers, causing her to shiver.  He smiled at her, and his smile was both charming and predatory. 

“Computer, transport the EMH and Dr. Pulaski to Holodeck One,” he ordered.

They rematerialized at their destination moments later, surrounded by the yellow gridlines of the holodeck.  Still holding her hand, the Doctor reached with his other for her face, cupping her cheek gently as he bent down to brush her lips with his own.

Kate felt his lips touch hers and again marveled that their touch could arouse such a response in her.  She returned his kiss with growing heat, parting her lips under his, accepting the feather-like caress of his tongue against her own.  She felt giddy from the sensations.  *I haven’t felt like this since I was a young woman*, she thought as her tongue danced and tangled with his.  His hand had slid into her hair, cradling her head carefully as his kiss deepened.  Finally, he released her lips, pulling her into his arms and embracing her.

“Computer, run Program, Paris three.” His voice was husky.

The black and yellow walls vanished and were replaced by a lush and elegant Victorian-style bedroom, complete with gauzy bed-curtains.  A simple stand with a basin and pitcher of water stood in the corner of the ivory painted room.  In a word, it was perfect.

The Doctor smiled at her expression. “Is this acceptable?”

Kate nodded, returning her attention to him. The look in his eyes made her knees weak.  Carefully, almost reverently, he bent his head again to claim her lips, his kiss swiftly deepening as he sensed her passion growing.  His hands moved from their resting point at her waist to caress her back, down her shoulders, and around her waist once more.  His lips strayed from hers, moving across her cheek to the soft hollow of her neck, where he licked and suckled the skin there until he heard her moan softly.  Taking his cues from her, he captured her lips once more, his hands moving cautiously into areas previously unexplored.  

Kate groaned into his mouth as his hands cupped her bottom, pulling body tighter against him as his tongue softly caressed the inside of her mouth, sliding and teasing her tongue, flicking against her lips.  He was more than a proficient kisser, his kisses were intoxicating, and Kate found herself reaching up around his shoulders, her hands sliding up his neck, caressing his body through his uniform.  

His hands swept up from her waist and rested just beneath her breasts, his thumbs brushing the sides softly.  Kate shuddered lightly in his arms, her hands moving from his shoulders to mirror his movements on her body with her own.  She brushed her hands over his chest, feeling his nipples stiffen beneath her thumbs through his uniform. She gasped in pleasure as his thumbs repeated the maneouver on her own, feeling her nipples stiffen into peaks of pleasure beneath his touch.  His lips left hers once more to explore the sensitive spot beneath her left ear as his fingers kneaded and cupped her breasts.  

Kate felt a wetness between her thighs as he reached for the clasp on her uniform, baring her skin to his lips and to his hands.  She reached for his uniform fastenings as well, eager to see his body, anxious to explore the feel of his bare skin under her fingertips.

He pulled away slightly so she could reach the waistband of his trousers, allowing her to push them down his hips, freeing his sex to her gaze.  He delighted in her gasp of pleasure when she laid eyes on his member.  He had spent several weeks researching just the right tool for the job, something she obviously appreciated.  He guided her hands to its hardness, closing his eyes in pleasure as her hands firmly stroked him.  The Doctor finally pushed her hands away, anxious to explore her as well.

Kate stepped out of her uniform, a faint blush staining her cheeks at the Doctor’s honest look of desire and need.  Without the barrier of uniforms between them, they quickly retired to the soft and inviting bed that waited nearby.

Gently the Doctor laid Kate on the mattress, stretching his length beside hers.  His hands and mouth resumed their exploration of her body without restraint, and Kate found herself writhing in pleasure at his sure touch.  His lips traveled down her neck, placing kisses in the valley between her breasts.  His right hand palmed her breast, cupping it carefully, caressing the nipple, as his mouth imitated the actions on her other breast.  He took the nipple deep within his mouth, suckling it greedily, delighting in the moans of pleasure his ministrations elicited.  His left hand moved from her waist to her hip, and gently explored the flat expanse of her belly, until it rested lightly at the juncture of her legs.  

Kate parted her legs to allow him better access to her moist center, reaching with her hand to grasp his sex once more.  She gasped when his fingers flicked against her sensitive nubbin, her gasp becoming a moan of pleasure when he eased a finger into her passage.  His lips left her breast and returned to her mouth, feasting on her lips as his fingers began moving between her legs, teasing her, tormenting her sweetly.  She firmly grasped his sex and began to stroke it, alternating between firm and soft strokes, and occasionally cupping and caressing his balls.  He groaned deeply as her fingers found his own lubrication and spread it down the shaft, using it to ease her strokes and increase his pleasure.  He gasped and pulled away from her teasing hands, shaking his head lightly and smiling.

Kate smiled in return, knowing she’d had him too close to the edge, and delighting in the power she wielded.  

The Doctor moved over her, covering her body with his own, kissing her deeply, his tongue probing the velvet softness of her mouth once more.  He parted her legs with his knees, positioning himself at her entrance and paused, looking down at his partner, seeing her meet his gaze with a lust equal to his own.  He timed his next kiss with his entry, claiming the body beneath him as his own.

Kate’s hips rose to meet his and she cried out, matching his thrusts, urging him deeper.  She shuddered as he grasped her hips, holding her tightly against him as he moved in and out of her.  His lips moved over hers, sucking and biting her lower lip, as his body moved, bringing her ever closer to the edge.  Kate felt the approach, her hips meeting each thrust, and cried out, shuddering uncontrollably as the first waves of her orgasm hit her.  Hearing her cries, the Doctor thrust once, twice, three times more, giving a gutteral cry as his own release was attained.  He slowed his thrusts and stopped, panting with exertion.  

Kate smiled up at him, and then chuckled.  He was sweaty and panting, all of it merely for her benefit. Holograms neither sweated nor breathed.  Still, she appreciated the effect.  She gasped softly when he pulled out of her and lay down beside her once more.  She could tell immediately that she was going to be *very* sore tomorrow.  But at the moment, she couldn’t care less.  She rolled over so she could face him, touching his face gently.

“Thank you,” she said softly, still smiling. “I haven’t felt that good in so very long.”

The Doctor returned her smile. “That, madam, is criminal.  A woman as fine as you should feel good all the time.”  He caught the hand that was touching his face and placed a kiss at the center of her palm.

They laid there in companionable silence for several moments, until Kate finally sighed.

“Oh dear,” she said finally, looking somewhat amused.

“What is the matter?” The EMH wore an expression of immediate concern. “Are you all right? I didn’t injure you, did I? Should we return to sickbay?”

Kate chuckled, placing a hand over his mouth to stop his questions. “No. I’m fine. There’s no need for alarm. I just realized something.”

The EMH looked greatly relieved. “Oh? What is that?”

She touched his face again and smiled. “I don’t think I’ll be a very impartial witness any more.”  She leaned towards him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “However, I *do* think that more research in the area of your sexuality is called for.”

“Madam,” the Doctor replied, his expression deadpan. “I shall do my best to help you any way I can.”

The End