Trek Femslash Comment Ficathon

[cosmic_llin]

Welcome, one and all, to the Trek Femslash Comment Ficathon!

Rules and What-not:

1. Stories should be femslash. And about Star Trek characters. Crossovers are a-ok. Any length, any rating, any theme or style. Heck, if you're moved to a vid or icons or something, those are good too.
2. Prompts should be in the format PAIRING; PROMPT WORD(S)
3. Leave as many prompts as you like, fill as many as you like. There's no need to post a story if you post a prompt.
4. Feel free to write for prompts that already have fills - the more the merrier!
5. For fills, please note pairing, rating and any applicable warnings in the comment header.
6. Play nice; have fun!

Note: This ficathon is running permanently. Feel free to drop in any time to leave a prompt or answer one!



seven/torres; t (t+?); no warnings - by sophia_gratia
Deanna Troi/Beverly Crusher, teen, no warnings I can think of - by oparu
Kira Nerys / Jadzia Dax, G, warningless fluff - by chesari
Number One/Christine Chapel, The Way You Make Me Feel - by merisunshine36
Ro Laren/Tasha Yar, G, mentions of war - by cosmic_llin
Lily Sloane/Nyota Uhura; G - by cosmic_llin
Chapel/Uhura, PG - by ubiquitousmixie
Seven/B'Elanna, M - by cosmic_llin
Deanna Troi/Jadzia Dax, Teen, vague mentions of broken bones - by oparu
kira/dax; m; warning: consensual bondage - by sophia_gratia
Kira/Janeway, PG13, everything changes - by ubiquitousmixie
Number One/Uhura (AOS), 'Professional' and Part 2 - by merisunshine36
Kira/Dax - by entropy233
Kira/B'Elanna - by entropy233
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres wallpaper - by abydos_dork
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, G - by cosmic_llin
Jadzia Dax/Grilka, wallpaper - by abydos_dork
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, An Ever-Fixed Mark, T - by abydos_dork
Beverly Crusher/Kate Pulaski, PG-13 - by carawj
Crusher/Pulaski, PG - by cosmic_llin

Comments

[1bill-sookie.livejournal.com]

TOS or XI
Uhura/Chapel
Uhura/Giala
Chapel/Rand
Uhura/Rand

` Love, acceptence, agnst, cheating, whatnot. Up to you.

[1bill-sookie.livejournal.com]

Janice Rand/Helen Noel

TOS or XI. How they become a couple or are together for one night.

[merisunshine36.livejournal.com]

(YOU ARE MY HERO!!!!)

Winona/Uhura; Tell me something good.

[merisunshine36.livejournal.com]

Christine Chapel/Number One; Rubik's cube

[merisunshine36.livejournal.com]

Lily Sloane/Nyota Uhura; time travel

Lily Sloane/Nyota Uhura; G

[cosmic-llin.livejournal.com]

The stranger offers to buy her a drink.

A lot of people do, lately – since the First Contact. Not just because she was there but because she knows Z, because she helped to build the Phoenix. They want to tell their children and their grandchildren that they bought a drink for the woman who helped make the future happen.

People talk about having grandchildren now. It's nice. But Lily finds it a little overwhelming.

But this stranger doesn't come right up to her, doesn't slap her on the back and congratulate her, or ask to see the ship. She's trying to look comfortable, leaning on the other end of the bar, but her eyes are darting everywhere. She's anxious. A little lost-looking. And alone, which isn't wise in a strange town.

She keeps looking over at Lily, and then looking away. Lily isn't sure whether it's flirtatious or suspicious. Then, the stranger flashes her a brilliant smile, and glides up.

'Buy you a drink?' she says.

'Sure,' says Lily. 'You choose.'

The stranger glances nervously at the row of drinks on offer. Lily sighs.

'Are you from the future?' she asks.

The stranger stares at her, her mouth falls open for a moment. She forces a laugh. 'Why would you say that?'

'The last time travellers – they didn't recognize any of our drinks either. They had this stuff called synthehol.'

'The last time travellers?'

'Let me guess,' says Lily, trying not to look too much like she's enjoying herself. 'Somehow, you've wound up in this time, and you're trying to work out what's going on, so you figured you'd get me drunk and pump me for information.'

The woman looks hurt. 'I wasn't going to get you drunk.'

'Seduce me, then?'

'The captain said I should. I was just going to buy you a drink and, well, flirt with you a bit to get you to tell me what I need to know.'

'Nothing stopping you,' Lily grins.

'You'll help, then?' she asks.

'One drink can't hurt,' says Lily. 'What's your name?'

'Nyota.'

'Lily.'

'Nice to meet you, Lily.'

'Say, Nyota – do you actually have any money on you, or do they not have that in the future?'

Nyota looks guilty. 'I was going to sneak out without paying... I promise I wouldn't usually, if the fate of the galaxy wasn't at stake.'

'Sure, that's what they all say,' Lily says, with a grin. 'This round's on me, ok? And then... we'll see.'

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

Chapel/Uhura; wish right now

Chapel/Uhura, PG

[ubiquitousmixie.livejournal.com]

Christine Chapel stepped off the turbolift, nodding to the security officer in acknowledgment as she bemusedly watched Uhura strain to sort through the static-clogged frequencies being transmitted from the planet below. She knew as well as any officer that the lack of communication from the captain’s away team meant that all was going according to plan or, conversely, that they had once more attracted trouble, but Nurse Chapel was optimistic. She’d received the tissue sample that Dr. McCoy had transported aboard and, after running cursory scans on its bimolecular structure, concluded that the substance was not toxic after all.

She reported her findings to the officer in charge and, once he had returned to his data scans and she was presumably dismissed, she walked to Uhura’s station, unsurprised that the officer had yet to realize that she was on the bridge. So absorbed was she in listening for traces of audio hails that she jumped when Christine gently touched her shoulder.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Uhura said, playfully elbowing the nurse’s hip.

“I couldn’t help myself. You’re lovely when you’re concentrating.”

Uhura smirked, flicking her eyes over the other woman’s face. “I know. So are you.”

“It’s been a long time since you’ve been to see me in sickbay.” Christine leaned against the workstation, enjoying the way Uhura’s eyes followed the curves of her body as she moved.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not as prone to accidents as the rest of the bridge crew.”

“Let’s keep it that way. I think I’d prefer to have you in one piece when your duty shifts end.”

Uhura blushed. “And why is that?”

Christine cast her eyes across the bridge, noting that everyone was absorbed in their work. Not wanting to be overheard, she leaned into Uhura’s ear and dropped her husky voice to a whisper. “You know I hate to eat alone.” She smirked when Uhura shifted in her chair.

“And sleep alone, and shower alone, and—“

Christine flicked her finger against the other woman’s lime green hoop earring. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

Uhura nodded, pressing her finger absently against a blinking yellow button. Christine knew that likely meant a transmission was incoming. “I wish we were alone right now.”

“Oh?”

With a devilish grin, Christine whispered into her lover’s ear exactly what she’d do if the bridge were deserted, chuckling when the crimson flush of Uhura’s cheeks deepened.

“You’re horrible,” Uhura mumbled, twisting one of several knobs.

“Am I?”

Uhura glared. “I won’t be able to look at the helm anymore without blushing.” Her eyes focused on Christine’s mouth and she unconsciously licked her lips. “Just you wait—“ She paused and then straightened her shoulders. “Sir, we are being hailed.”

Christine smiled at Uhura’s apologetic frown and headed for the turbolift, waiting for the door to quietly hiss open. She stole a final glance at her lover and grinned, knowing her words would linger in her ears for the remainder of her shift. She wished for the hours to pass by quickly.

[cosmic-llin.livejournal.com]

B'Elanna froze as the doors opened behind her.

'Lieutenant?' said Seven's voice, curious or bemused, B'Elanna couldn't tell.

B'Elanna whirled to face her. 'That was locked!' she said. 'Do you know how rude it is to walk in on someone's private holodeck time?'

'You have exceeded your allotted hour,' Seven pointed out calmly. 'I have reserved this slot for a sensor simulation.'

'Oh... already?'

She watched as Seven took in the opulent bed-chamber, the tankards of bloodwine, B'Elanna's own attire, which featured considerably more in the way of leather, spikes and cleavage than her usual off-duty clothes.

'I'm... exploring my Klingon heritage, all right?' B'Elanna snapped.

And if that exploration took the form of a trashy romance holonovel, well, that was none of Seven's damn business.

Seven nodded. 'That is commendable, Lieutenant. The captain has often encouraged me to investigate my own origins – I had not considered dramatized narratives as a way of accomplishing this. Are you finding it successful?'

'I was, until you got here,' B'Elanna said. 'I'm halfway through a chapter. And I'm due back in Engineering in a few hours, I won't get a chance to finish it until next week now!'

Seven nodded. 'If I recall this chapter correctly, it ends after M'Nea, abandoned by her lover Rorg, instead turns to his handmaiden to satisfy her desires.'

B'Elanna blushed. 'You've read it?'

'I am trying to broaden my literary horizons. If I can achieve the desired outcome for you more quickly than the narrative, will you allow me to run my program?'

B'Elanna wasn't sure what Seven meant until she pushed her down onto the bed.

'Well?' she asked.

B'Elanna, caught between stunned and excited, managed a nod.

Seven really must have read the book – she knew exactly how the handmaiden grabbed M'Nea's wrist to sniff it hungrily, ran her tongue down the line of her neck to kiss her collarbone, raked clawing fingers up M'Nea's legs to push aside the heavy material of her skirt, leaned down and bit the inside of her thigh, and then moved her tongue in lazy spirals upwards.

B'Elanna squeaked as Seven's fingers spread her labia and her tongue darted inside to flicker softly up and down. Fuzzily, she watched the perfectly-coiffed blond head as it bobbed between her parted legs, until she fell back and squeezed her eyes shut, panting, sweating in the heavy leather, and, oh –

B'Elanna came in a flood of Klingon curses.

Seven got up, brushed down her clothing and wiped her mouth. She was composed, if a little pink and bright-eyed. She looked at B'Elanna, still lying spread on the bed, breathing hard.

'May I run my simulation now, Lieutenant?' she asked.

'Give me a minute here, Seven...' B'Elanna gasped.

Seven shrugged. 'Very well.'

There was a pause as B'Elanna sat up and shakily tidied herself.

'Lieutenant?' Seven said.

'Yes?'

'The next time you run this program... perhaps I might participate again?'

B'Elanna grinned. 'Any time.'

[seashadows.livejournal.com]

Gaila/Uhura; the relationship no one thinks will be monogamous

[1bill-sookie.livejournal.com]

Second this, with Kirk/Spock as a TINY side pairing.

[elder-goddess.livejournal.com]

Right, I have one for you. But it's so er um nonstandard - and yet has the potential to be an awesome and beautiful piece of writing - that I might have to send it to you in email...muhahahaha...

[cosmic-llin.livejournal.com]

Femslashers are a pretty open-minded bunch, you could just post it and see if anyone wants to fill. ;)

[cosmic-llin.livejournal.com]

Kate Pulaski/Kathryn Janeway; mirror universe

Agreed

[rosaline feriune elizabeth leaf (rosa) (from livejournal.com)]

That'd be a very interesting combo and story to read.

[cosmic-llin.livejournal.com]

Alyssa Ogawa/Sito Jaxa; playing games

[carawj.livejournal.com]

Deanna Troi/Jadzia Dax, Klingon sex

Deanna Troi/Jadzia Dax, Teen, vague mentions of broken bones

[oparu.livejournal.com]

"This?" Deanna trails her mouth down Jadzia's clavicle, leaving heat behind her lips.

"Twice."

"Ouch." Deanna turns her attention to Jadzia's ribs, following each one from spine to sternum along her right side.

"That one, that one and-" Jadzia pauses, sitting up slightly, her long hair falling down across her breast. "Are we counting dislocation?"

"I have been and I think that's fair. It hurts." Deanna studies Jadzia's hip before nuzzling her way down the long femur in Jadzia's right leg.

"Tibia, but not the fibula." Jadzia lifts her to the pillow and smiles down as Deanna eyes her toes. "I hope you're keeping track."

"Twenty-eight, not counting the four dislocations." She kisses the top of Jadzia's foot, then heads up the inside of Jadzia's thigh. "Which does have you ahead."

"I've only been counting this body."

Deanna giggles and kisses the thigh just above the knee. "Well, I only get to count one."

"Curzon would win this, several times over." Jadzia moans slightly as Deanna heads higher.

"Good thing he's not playing."

[oparu.livejournal.com]

Deanna Troi/Lily Sloane; "the good stuff"

[oparu.livejournal.com]

Beverly Crusher/Kate Pulaski; before I go.

Crusher/Pulaski, PG-13

[carawj.livejournal.com]

"They'll be sorry to see you go."

"They'll be glad to have you back, is what you mean."

Beverly glared over the rim of a mostly-empty synthale. "I know you think they didn't appreciate you, Katherine, but Jean-Luc... Well, he wouldn't have had you on his ship if he didn't respect you."

Kate smiled. "Thanks. I'm not saying I didn't make any friends here. It was just a, a struggle, sometimes. They all care about you very much."

"And I about them." Beverly toyed with her glass, and let her gaze wander around Ten Forward. "When I left, I thought... I guess I thought I wanted a change, but in the end, I missed this life too much."

"And this conversation is now altogether too serious for the number of drinks you've had." Kate grinned and signalled the bartender. "The same again for me, please, and a Cardassian Sunrise for the lady."

***

"And then Worf... and then Worf said," Kate took a deep breath in between giggles and made a passable imitation of the security chief's deep tones. "'I do not see why she used a hammock.'"

Beverly let out an enormous burst of laughter, and quickly smothered it with her fingers over her mouth as a nearby group of ensigns looked up in surprise.

Kate leaned in close and lowered her voice. "I think perhaps we should continue this somewhere that we're less likely to get court martialled for undermining fellow officers. I might be leaving in the morning, but you have to stay and work with these people."

Nodding and getting to her feet, Beverly tried to pretend that it wasn't taking her a little longer than it should to gather her thoughts and limbs.

Kate put a steadying hand on her arm. "My quarters? I've got a lovely, unopened bottle of Altairian brandy that's been begging for the right person to share it with."

"That sounds perfect."

The hand stayed where it was, and a little shiver ran up Beverly's spine.

***

With one of Kate's hands knotted in her hair, and the other snaking it's way down her hip, Beverly wondered if she would regret this in the morning.

She wondered what exactly she thought she was doing, behaving like a hormonal teenager, as Kate's lips moved to her throat, her neck, her collarbone, fluttered across her breast and back to claim her mouth again. She wondered at how she clutched Kate to her, whimpering her name, all nails on bare skin and tangled limbs.

And then Kate's fingers found their mark, and she stopped wondering anything at all.

Later on, in a haze of warmth and sweat and catching her breath, the thought crossed her mind that Deanna would probably approve.

***

A surprising number of the senior crew came see Dr Pulaski off the ship and when the official and unofficial, even fond, farewells had been made, and the Captain had been called back to the bridge on urgent business, it made sense that Dr Crusher would be the one to escort her on her way.

Beverly stepped forward from where she'd been leaning against a wall, watching the proceedings, a glint in her eye and the corners of her mouth twitchng.

“You don't have to say you told me so,” Kate retorted. “Maybe some of them thought a little more of me than I'd guessed.”

“So, do you think you'll see the Enterprise again?” Beverly asked her, as they reached the door to Transporter Room 2.

Kate grinned. “I can definitely think of a few reasons to come back.”

[oparu.livejournal.com]

Beverly Crusher/Borg Queen; surrender

[oparu.livejournal.com]

Kathryn Janeway/Borg Queen; quiet

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

Kathryn Janeway/B'Elanna Torres; chain of command

[asteriski.livejournal.com]

Kira Nerys/Jadzia Dax - Home, Bajor

[asteriski.livejournal.com]

Deanna Troi/Tasha Yar; mess hall, drinks

[asteriski.livejournal.com]

Kira Nerys/Ezri Dax; interruption

[asteriski.livejournal.com]

Last one!

Kira Nerys/Jadzia Dax; taking orders

kira/dax; m; warning: consensual bondage

[sophia-gratia.livejournal.com]

At first, Nerys would spit out the gag with some variation on I outrank you. She’d undo her bindings with her teeth, use the power of her thighs against Jadzia’s hips, disobey every rule at every step. But she’d learned. Jadzia smiled as her careful fingers secured studded leather at her hips. She’d learned very well. Jadzia no longer bothered with the gag. Lifting a blue glass bottle from the vanity, she turned, and at the sight of Nerys, she gave an appreciative chuckle.

Skin flushed, arms stretched across the pillows by sashes that bound her to the bedposts, fire burned in her eyes while quiet, intense control stilled her lips. Her toes flexed; one knee twitched. Three months ago, Jadzia would have called this calm; tonight, she called it desperate.

‘So lovely, Nerys.’ Her lover’s eyes flashed, but she didn’t speak and she didn’t move. Good.

With a wry promise of a smile, she tipped the bottle over her hand, her cool eyes holding Nerys’s hot ones as cold, viscous liquid poured slowly onto her skin. She watched a suppressed whimper twitch in Nerys’ throat. She nodded her approval; Nerys’ hips twisted in response. Jadzia coaxed the lubricant across her palm, set the bottle aside, and strode slowly to the bed. She never broke her lock on her lover’s eyes – and her lover’s desperate hold on hers sent a stab of heat straight to her cunt.

She kneeled between Nerys’ knees on the bed, cupping in her thickly lubricated hand the cock that stood out between her legs.

‘Is this what you want, Nerys?’ she asked, soft and low. Nerys’ eyes flashed, her lips twitched; Nerys struggled against a deep-drawn shuddering breath. But she didn’t speak. ‘Good girl,’ Jadzia purred, and raked her fingernails along the outside of her lover’s thigh. Nerys’ back arched; her jaw dropped. Jadzia’s eyes flashed a warning. Nerys’ snap back into position was precise as a salute. ‘Good girl,’ Jadzia rewarded her. Her fingernails now trailed the inside of one thigh – a new reward and a new test. Nerys breathed quick and shallow, blinked furiously, and remained perfectly, silently still.

Jadzia smiled. Good girl, she thought, but instead of speaking, she stroked her hand slowly along the length of her cock. Nerys’ eyes went wide. Taking her lover’s calf in one hand, Jadzia tipped her head back, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and stroked slowly, up and down, slowly. This was her gift to Nerys. Her calf tensed in Jadzia’s hand, and without looking Jadzia could see the flush spread across her chest, arousal and the effort of control on her fine features.

She had learned so very well.

Jadzia opened her eyes, ran her hands along her lover’s tense, heated thighs, and sighed into the intensity of her own desire. Slowly, she planted her hands to either side of Nerys’ head and lowered herself slowly, slowly, until she felt her cock just graze Nerys’ skin. Her lover’s eyes flashed, and she breathed a desiring moan. She rocked her hips, letting her cock slide slowly, slowly across Nerys’ clit. She moaned again, low and long – out of pleasure, yes, but also because she knew what it did to Nerys. She watched her eyes clamp shut with the effort of restraint, and moaned again.

‘Good girl,’ she whispered as she slipped back, one hand moving to part Nerys’ lips. ‘Good girl,’ she whispered as she slowly, slowly entered her. Nerys’ mouth fell open; her hips rocked. In a punishment that was also a reward, Jadzia slammed her cock home hard. Nerys’ sudden stillness was the extremest expression of extreme desire. Jadzia rocked more gently between her legs and as her hair fell down across her shoulders to brush her lover’s, she decided on one final reward.

‘I am so in love with you,’ she whispered. It was true; it was also a code. Nerys whimpered with relief. Her thighs clamped around Jadzia’s hips, her wrists tugged hard against her bindings, lifting her back off the bed, her hips bucked in elegant, urgent rhythm, and she cried out loud and long as she came, shuddering the bedframe and Jadzia’s body.

The stillness that followed was brief. Nerys shoved her aside, ferocious with desire and with the predatory rage that always surged when Jadzia released her. ‘On your back, Lieutenant,’ she growled with a vicious smile. ‘That’s an order.’

[yetanothermask.livejournal.com]

Winn Adami/Kira Nerys: prophets know all

[greyelveneyes.livejournal.com]

TOS!Uhura/XI!Uhura; "I like what you've done with my hair."

[ubiquitousmixie.livejournal.com]

Kira Nerys/Beverly Crusher, red

[ubiquitousmixie.livejournal.com]

Kira/Intendant; liar