cosmic_llin | 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!

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Number One/Christine Chapel, The Way You Make Me Feel - by

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Ro Laren/Tasha Yar, G, mentions of war - by

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Lily Sloane/Nyota Uhura; G - by

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Chapel/Uhura, PG - by

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Seven/B'Elanna, M - by

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kira/dax; m; warning: consensual bondage - by

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Kira/Janeway, PG13, everything changes - by

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Number One/Uhura (AOS), 'Professional' and Part 2 - by

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Kira/Dax - by

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Kira/B'Elanna - by

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Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres wallpaper - by

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Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, G - by

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Jadzia Dax/Grilka, wallpaper - by

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Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, An Ever-Fixed Mark, T - by

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Beverly Crusher/Kate Pulaski, PG-13 - by

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Crusher/Pulaski, PG - by

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Number One/Uhura; professionals

It had been exactly five years, three weeks, ten days, and two hours since Nyota Uhura went to a guest lecture given by Number One about the push to manufacture a class of phasers that could be used as modular weapons. It had been a Thursday night during a flash thunderstorm and therefore sparsely attended beyond a few weapons enthusiasts and curious cadets like herself, who made a point of going to as many of these lectures as possible. It never hurt, after all, to curry favor with those who might hold your career in their hands at some point.

And besides—Number One was fucking boss. Everyone knew about her, or at least everyone should have known about her. She somehow managed to convince Starfleet that she should be simultaneously tracked into the sciences and command, and went on to rack up a number of successful diplomatic missions as well as military engagements early on in her career. Her meteoric rise in the ranks only meant that the gossip was especially intense when her Captain was sent back to Earth for a teaching stint and she was passed over for the promotion. Uhura had devoured every rumor she could find on the messageboards regarding Number One's fate, from pregnancy to political intrigue to the one where she was a secret Vulcan operative who'd murdered a crewmember during a bout of a mysterious disease that the poster believed to be named "pondfall".

Uhura clung to Number One's every word that night. Her eyes locked onto those long fingers of hers as she took apart the prototypes she'd brought with her and reassembled him with frightening speed. Once she'd concluded her talk with an invitation for people to come up front and view the weapons up close, Uhura had been up and out of her seat so fast that Number One had tensed a little, only to let her expression relax back into one of careful bemusement.

"Eager, aren't we cadet?" she said, her voice betraying nothing of her thoughts.

"I'm Cadet Uhura, Commander One. Excuse me," she said, surprised to find herself at a loss for words in front of her hero. Which was embarrassing, because Uhura didn't stumble over anything, especially not her words. "I just wanted to thank you. I've been looking forward to your talk; I really admire your work and I couldn't believe you were actually on Earth for once."

"I'm sure Starfleet will put your enthusiasm to good use," Number One said dryly, and Uhura couldn't tell whether or not she was being sarcastic.

After that too-brief exchange, Uhura was gently but firmly pushed aside by a boot-licking toad of a Lt. Commander eager to put in some face time, who sucked up every minute Uhura had remaining until she needed to leave for one of her evening classes. She'd stalked across campus in the driving rain, irritated enough that she hardly noticed the icy droplets as they ran beneath the hood of her poncho and trickled down her neck.

Now, it was years later and Uhura was a ranking officer herself, on the bridge of the flagship, no less. They weren't equals yet, but she was no longer the nervous cadet she'd once been, refined through her years in Starfleet into something cool, efficient, and relentlessly professional. She'd wrangled her way into the delegation scheduled to meet Number One, who was hopping a ride to a conference in a nearby solar system. Kirk seemed vaguely amused at Uhura's enthusiasm, getting the sort of glee out of teasing her over it that he'd largely left by the wayside once his hours became dominated with captainly paperwork or, since it was Kirk, fistfights with anyone willing to tangle with him.

The iridescent light of the transporter beam resolved itself into a single tall figure. She was just as impressive as Uhura had remembered, with that impassive gaze and a generous fall of dark hair that added an aura of indefinable sensuality to everything she did.

Number One greeted Captain Kirk with a polite nod, with a second one for the security guard on hand to escort her to her quarters. But in front of Uhura she paused, studying her for a few seconds that stretched on forever before extending her hand.

"Lieutenant Uhura, I believe?" was all she had to say to send Uhura back to her eager cadet days. She clasped Number One's hand tightly in her own; her skin seemed almost unnaturally cool.

"It's an honor to have you here on the Enterprise, Captain One. I hope you enjoy your stay."

The tiniest of smiles worked its way onto Number One's face. Before letting go, she ran the sharp edge of one blood-red fingernail across the sensitive skin of Uhura's wrist, making her pulse halt for a second before stuttering back to life again.

Uhura couldn't help but watch as Number One followed her security escort down the corridor, ignoring the curious weight of Kirk's gaze upon her shoulders.

Completely, totally professional.

Right.

Ahahaha, this is awesome. Love over-eager cadet Uhura.

Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing this.

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