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Trek Femslash Comment Ficathon

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

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At the beginning of the story, I was scolding myself for being dirty minded about what B'Elanna was trying to fix. That turned out to be needless. ;-) Nice, well written ficlet.

How do you think up such awesome stuff so quickly? I am astonished.

Awwww, that was sweet. Ewwww, Curzon, gross. Glad he's not playing, too. :-D

oh my god.

HOT. *fans self*

Oh, excellent. Exquisite. This is so thoroughly believable, and the characterization and the detail and the poetic language, just...AAAH. *flails happily* ♥♥♥

Wow. VERY nice.

Aah I love this! You just blew any ideas I had about this prompt clear out of the water. Brilliant! Totally brilliant. And hot. Really hot.

And also quality like this is why I femslash ;P

YES! This is wonderful. I love the backstory you've constructed for Tasha, are her big sister interaction with Ro. Thank you so much for writing this!

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.

Bridge flirting! My favorite. Especially when it's this delightfully suggestive, and when Christine Chapel is this smartly sassy.

Favorites include the earring-flick and Uhura's helm-related discomfiture.

♥

'Bear with you'? Look. If the physical response I had to the appearance of this prompt in my inbox is anything to go by, the idea is so excellent that the fic may not even be necessary. Desirable, oh yes, but perhaps not actually necessary.

Kira Nerys/Kathryn Janeway: Tolerance

TOS Uhura/Charlene Masters: gifts

Oooh, yes!

Enterprise Hoshi Sato\T'Pol; consolation

T'Pol/Elizabeth Cutler; advice

Number One/Uhura; professionals

J.M. Colt/Janice Rand; all work and no play

Kes/Kathryn Janeway; curiosity

Muhahahaha, love this. Now I won't be able to look at the helm without blushing, either!

Guh.

I'll be in Holodeck Four (http://sttngfashion.tumblr.com/post/937947499/5-21-the-perfect-mate).

Kira sits at the edge of the bed, staring down at her bare feet. Moonlight from two separate moons cast shadows through the window upon her pale toes. She wiggles them in the hope that she will recognize them. She doesn’t.

Kathryn lies entangled in the sheets behind her, equally lost. Neither of them are present in this dark room. It’s a shame, really. Kira can’t remember the last time she’s been with such a beautiful woman, and she wonders now if she’ll remember this one night stand a month or two from now in the future. She hopes she will. She thinks that, perhaps, she may forego sleep for whatever time remains and exhaust every fantasy and whim with this woman. She’d be a fool not to; not many people can say they’ve been to bed with one of the most celebrated Starfleet admirals in history.

“Penny?”

The sound of Kathryn’s voice slicing through the darkness causes Kira to jolt. “Hmm?”

The bed rustles as Kathryn turns onto her side, her fingertips slowly skidding up and down the broad expanse of Kira’s back. “What are you thinking about?” She traces the little ridges of her spine.

Kira exhales. How honest should she be with this woman, this stranger? “Everything. You. Me. This world. It’s different out there. Everything is different.”

“That’s what life is, isn’t it? A series of evolving moments?”

“You could say that.” Kira traces the fingers of her left hand with her right thumb.

“Nothing ends up the way it began. That’s the one certainty in life: everything changes.”

Kira exhales slowly before she lowers herself back into the bed, allowing the wrinkled sheet to be drawn over her torso. “Did you think things would be the same when you got back?”

“You mean when we got home from the Delta Quadrant?” Kathryn draws little circles on Kira’s stomach with her index finger. “I knew things were going to change, but I had hoped they wouldn’t...not to this extent, at least.” She sighs, her breath hot on Kira’s shoulder. “I suppose that’s why they call me an idealist. I had hoped I’d have a chance to catch up on everything I’ve missed, but I’m always a day late and a dollar short. A lot happened in seven years.”

Kira nods. She tries not to think about the war, about the way she has unalterably changed over the years. “So what do you do?”

“To adapt?”

“Yes.”

“You just…do it. What other choice is there?”

“You could fight it.”

“I suppose I could, but I can’t change the galaxy. Things are the way they are. All I can do now is allow myself to change along with them and hope that I won’t be constantly lost in the process.”

“What if you can’t catch up? What if you’re always on the outside?”

Kathryn Janeway entwines her fingers with Kira’s and squeezes gently before placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles. “Then at least you and I will be outsiders together.”

Kira thinks about this and decides that, even if the world has irrevocably changed without her, it’ll be okay to be on the outside. She takes comfort in knowing that she’s not alone. There is something reassuring about the warm, solid form of this famous officer lying beside her in a rented bed. She is not alone in the world, and that makes the vast question mark of the universe that much easier to tolerate.

“Nerys?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we think about the world tomorrow?”

Kira smiles in spite of herself. “Yes.” She kisses Kathryn and the weight of the rest of the world no longer seems to matter, at least for now.

Oh my gosh, this is gorgeous. I love the wistful mood and the feeling of connection between them.

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.'

Aw, this is so cute :D

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Re: Deanna Troi/Beverly Crusher, teen, no warnings I can think of

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Chapel/Uhura, PG

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Kira/Janeway, PG13, everything changes

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