Across the Galaxy

by A. Magiluna Stormwriter

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, as much as I wish I did. Cuz if I *did* actually own them, things would be a lot diffferent, and CONTINUITY would be a given. BTW, this story deals with f/f type issues. If that bothers you, or you're not old enough to read it, DON'T. Thanks.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written expressly at the request of YCD as her prize for winning a contest held a while back. It took me a while to get the right storyline for her request, but I did it.

"Where on Earth did you learn Klingon battle techniques like that? Have you been practicing with B'Elanna again?"

Kathryn laughed loudly, crossing to her replicator. "Computer, two glasses of orange juice, one extra pulp. Rations account Janeway alpha omega." The glasses appeared and she crossed to the couch to sit by Chakotay, handed him one glass. "I knew those moves long before I ever met B'Elanna." A tender look filled her eyes. "I learned them from a very cantankerous, lecherous old man."

"Lecherous?" Chakotay's eyebrows raised in amusement. "I take it he wasn't your father?"

"Gods no!" she replied in mock horror. "My father was far too conventional for things Klingon."

"Was he--?"

"Don't you dare insinuate my father was lecherous, Chakotay. I barely can handle the thought of my parents having sex to conceive me and Phoebe." She shook her head, smiled. "I truly miss that old man," she said softly, a faraway look in her eyes.

Chakotay watched her for a moment, left her to her memories. He knew eventually she'd tell him her story. After a few moments, she looked up at him, a sheepish grin on her face.


"No need to apologize, Kathryn," he replied, then asked, "So who's the old man?"

"Curzon." A secretive smiled crossed her lips.

"Curzon?" he asked, incredulous. "As in Dax?"

"Mm-hmm. He sponsored me at the Academy."

"I thought he sponsored Sisko."

"Curzon sponsored both of us, taught us how to beat the hell out of each other, how to drink each other under the table--"

"What? Do you mean to tell me Curzon Dax tried to corrupt two of Starfleet's finest captains?"

"Tried to? *Tried* to?" Kathryn's laugh echoed through the room. "Curzon *tried* nothing, Chakotay, he fully succeeded in corrupting both of more ways than one."

The sparkle in her eyes shocked him. "You -- you *slept* with Curzon Dax?"

"Dax? Yes. Curzon? No, I don't think so. He was a bit too old for me."

The confusion was plain on his face. Kathryn smiled at how boyishly cute he looked. And then, she noticed the dim spark of recognition dawning in his eyes, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. He gazed into her eyes, searching for an answer.

"I don't understand."

Kathryn stood, walked into her bedroom. A moment later, she returned with a small case and a photo. As she sat down, Chakotay began to speak, but she stopped him. She opened the case, pulled out two small brandy snifters and an ancient-looking bottle of Saurian brandy. Silently, she unstoppered the bottle, poured them each a glass, then sat the bottle on the table. She reached for the picture, gazed fondly at it for a moment, then handed it to Chakotay.

He accepted the photo, took in the image there. Kathryn, her hair down, in a beautiful soft burgundy dress, sitting next to.... "Jadzia?" He looked up into her eyes again. "You mean?"

Kathryn nodded. "Spirits, but I miss having her around."

"You mean you've--?" He took a huge gulp of his brandy, felt it burn down into his belly.

"Known her rather well?" She smiled, eyes sparkling. "Oh, yes. Jadzia and I were very close. I could never say no to her, not even when I was with Mark. She just had to smile that impish little smile of hers and I'd agree to just about anything. And Curzon? That crafty old bastard knew it, used it to his advantage. Anytime he wanted something from me, particularly some sort of workout, he'd just parade her out in some skimpy little outfit and make a show of sparring with her. It *always* worked. Even Ben knew it."

Chakotay was still shocked by this news, and stared at her again. "I never knew...."

A dark look crossed her face. "When Curzon drummed Jadzia from the symbiont program, I'd nearly killed him. Ben was doing his damnedest to hold me back, but it ended up being Jadzia who stopped me. There she was, so upset she was nearly in tears, but she stood before me, touched my cheek and told me to stop. She told me that Curzon had his reasons and she would just continue with her other studies. And she would stay in contact with me. And then she left the room and returned to the Trill homeworld." She paused to take a breath. "It took me a long time to forgive Curzon for that. A very long time."

"But you did?"

"Only when Jadzia showed him up by reapplying and being accepted. By that time, she and I had kept in touch, met on a few occasions. She did her best to calm me down on several occasions. I guess that's what endeared her to me, even more than her damned good looks and intelligence." She stood and moved toward the window. "Damn, but I miss her."

Chakotay watched her for a moment, saw how she started to close in on herself, arms wrapped about her as if to keep it all in even more. His gaze returned to the picture. Where Kathryn wore a burgundy dress, Jadzia's was a deep blue, matching her eyes. Her dark hair brought out the porcelain of her skin, and the line of spots going down either side of her throat. He'd heard rumours about those spots. He looked at the photo again, more closely. The women's hands were joined. It was obvious they were close, perhaps even in love. The smiles on their faces spoke volumes. One could see how close they were by the smiles on their faces, the way their eyes lit up as they glanced at each other.

"Did you love her?" he finally asked softly.

"Oh, yes. But not like most people would expect. Jadzia wasn't my first female lover, but she was the most special. She just had this spirit that called to me, a moth to a flame. I loved her, and I know she loved me. But it wasn't an exclusionary thing."

When she paused, he could tell she was struggling as to whether or not to continue. He decided to help her along. "How so?"

"In the beginning, after Justin and Daddy died, she helped me get back on my feet, after my family did. And we tried to be exclusive for a while, but it didn't work. And then Mark resurfaced in my life. He knew about Jadzia. He didn't mind. He knew what was going on, knew that we were close, but because of our respective careers didn't see each other that often. He was okay with the fact that when she and I did get to visit, usually we ended up in bed."

Chakotay blinked. "He was okay with that?"

Kathryn turned to look at him for a brief moment. "Mark was a very mild-mannered, generous man. He accepted the fact that my career came before him in many cases, he accepted the fact that I would be gone for long stretches of time, but I always came back. He knew what Jadzia meant to me, and accepted her place in my life for what it was. He was a very special man. I truly miss him, and I'm happy he's gone on with his life. I hope Jadzia has." She paused again. "Still, I have the memories of my time with Jadzia. And I'm glad we were able to see one another before Voyager shipped out from DS9 to follow your ship into the Badlands. I think it would have been harder had I not seen her then."

She rested a hand against the portal for a moment, then her forehead. Chakotay watched her again. He could tell she needed to talk, but wondered how to broach the topic. Before he could consider any options, her tale began, soft at first, hesitant, full of memories.

"The night before Voyager was to ship out for the Badlands, I was with Jadzia. Had I known it would be our last night together, things would have been different."

Again that silence, so indicative of the woman retreating behind the mask of indifference, burying her pain. "What happened that night, Kathryn?" he asked softly, not moving, only watching and listening.

In the reflection of the portal, he could see the ghost of a smile grace her lips as she remembered and began to tell of the memory....


"Don't you ever eat normal food anymore, Jadzia?" Kathryn asked, chuckling at the writhing gagh on the younger woman's plate.

"Why should I? Curzon never did. And if I remember right, that never bothered you about him," came the reply before the brunette stuffed more of the worms in her mouth.

Kathryn chuckled again, nibbling at her smoked salmon salad. "Yes, but I never had to sleep with Curzon afterward, or try to kiss him."

Jadzia leaned over to Kathryn, face dangerously close. "Well, if you want to kiss me, you'd better not stay here. I can think of a few places that are quieter."

Kathryn raised a brow. "And where might they be?"

"How daring are you feeling?"

"I beg your pardon?" Kathryn's eyes now narrowed in suspicion of her young lover.

"How daring are you feeling? And how much do you trust me?"

"You know I trust you implicitly, Jadzia. Name your desired place."

"Your Ready Room....and your chair on the bridge."

Kathryn stared at her in disbelief for a moment, shocked by her audacity. "You're not serious...." But the twinkle in Jadzia's eyes made it more than obvious she was.


"You didn't?" Chakotay asked, clearly stunned by this wild streak in his captain.

Kathryn merely smiled and continued with her tale.


"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Jadzia," Kathryn replied as they entered her darkened Ready Room. "Are you sure there isn't some part of the Curzon memories influencing this?"

Jadzia laughed, then trapped Kathryn against the wall. "Only if you're interested in some kinky fantasies the Old Man had about us," she replied huskily before kissing the soft lips before her. She felt Kathryn's laughter shaking in her chest, couldn't help but chuckle herself. Resting her head against the bulkhead next to Kathryn's, she sighed softly. "You know it's rather difficult to make love to someone who's laughing. If you don't want me, I'm sure I can find someone else willing to partake of my special talents."

"Oh no!" came the fierce growl as Kathryn flipped around and pinned Jadzia to the wall. "You are mine tonight, young Jadzia, and no one else can lay claim to you until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

Jadzia's face took on a properly chastised look, lowering her eyes. "Oh yes, Kathryn," she murmured before moving to nuzzle her lips against the sensitive spot just above the hollow in the redhead's throat. "I've been so hungry for this. I just love that vanilla shower gel and lotion you use. It drives me wild."

Kathryn groaned softly, fingers lacing in Jadzia's hair, undoing the clip that held back the long dark hair. Another soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the buttons of her silk top being opened, her skin exposed to the luscious lips. Her knees turned to jelly as she felt a nipple pulled into the warmth of Jadzia's mouth. "Oh god, Jadzia, what you do to me."

Jadzia grinned against her breast, fingers snaking down to push at the waistband of the silk pants. As the material moved, her lips trailed down along Kathryn's belly. Taking a deep breath, her grin grew. "Oh damn, Kathryn, you're all wet. Let me clean that up for you." Before Kathryn could reply, the brunette's head was between her legs, tongue and lips teasing and feasting upon her sensitive flesh. It took no time for Kathryn to reach her climax, as was typical when the two of them hadn't been together in a long, long time.

Feeling her legs give out completely, Kathryn fell forward, slumping against Jadzia. She loved it when Jadzia made her feel that way. "The couch," she murmured, knowing she couldn't stay upright at the moment. The tall brunette gently dragged her across the floor, up the steps, and onto the couch. Jadzia's cool fingers caressed her cheek, causing Kathryn's eyes to open. "You are -- damn, woman, what am I going to do with you?"

An impish grin spread across the younger woman's face. "Oh, I'm sure you can think of something to do with me -- or better yet, *to* me."

A sly half-smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Kathryn sat up a bit more. She gently kissed the woman, removing her dress, then began to slowly trail kisses along the line of spots running down the left side of Jadzia's body. She chuckled huskily as the brunette squirmed and whimpered in desire. She could smell Jadzia's desire as she ended the trail of spots on the left hip. Kissing her way across the flat belly, she nibbled her way up the other line of spots before claiming the dark mouth again.

With practiced ease, she slid two fingers into the warmth between Jadzia's legs, emitting her own low groan of desire. "You are incredible, you know that? How do you manage not to be snatched up all the time?"

"I've always got a line of suitors, men and women," Jadzia replied, smirking, then groaned again as a third finger was inserted. "I'm never at a loss for lovers. I'm just very choosy about who I give my heart to."

"And where do I fit into that tableau?" Kathryn leaned back a bit to look into the blue eyes before her.

Jadzia leaned forward to kiss her, almost possessive in her zeal. "You know you have my heart, Kathryn Janeway. Just as you know we will never work out as an exclusive item. You are in my thoughts and my heart always."

Kathryn felt tears welling in her eyes at that. She knew it was the truth, for both of them. And then she felt the need to bring her lover to the same glorious climax she'd been treated to. Sliding down the supple body, she knelt between the long, shapely legs, mouth homing in on the taut little nub of nerves resting above where her fingers worked feverishly. She latched onto the sensitive clit, lashing at it with her tongue, trapping it with her teeth. She knew exactly what her lover liked and needed....and she gave it to her, amid great enthusiasm. And when Jadzia did achieve her own explosive climax, screaming out Kathryn's name, the redhead smiled at her success. She loved to hear Jadzia scream like that.


"You like screamers, eh?" Chakotay asked, amused.

"Shut up, Chakotay, or I'll stop right now," Kathryn snapped, trying not to laugh herself. Then she did laugh as she saw Chakotay mime zipping and locking his lips shut.


Once she'd recovered, Jadzia's saucy wit returned. "Okay, we've kept up half of my conditions."

"Jadzia, you aren't really--?"

"I want you," she murmured huskily, "on your captain's chair, naked, wet, and screaming my name as you come."

Kathryn shuddered uncontrollably at the thought. "Oh god, Jadzia," she murmured. "But I don't know.... That would break a number of Starfleet rules, I'm sure."

Jadzia shook her head. "Nope, I'm not letting you back out of this one, Kathryn."

"But, Jadzia, I have to sit in that chair and command my crew."

"And now you'll be able to do it and know that you were subjugated to me in that same chair. Come on, Kathryn, let loose. Be a bit daring."


Chakotay stared at her, shocked. "Did you?" Kathryn didn't answer him, completely lost in memories. "Kathryn?"

"Yes?" she asked softly, then looked at him and blushed, grinning wickedly. "Oh yes, Chakotay. And if you tell *anyone* about this, I'll personally kill you."

He chuckled softly. "I won't say a word. Of course, I'll never be able to look at you in that chair again without remembering this story. Or your Ready Room for that matter."

She blushed again. "Oh, Chakotay, don't. I didn't tell you about this for that. I told you because....Well, I'm not sure why I told you, other than to get it off my chest." She paused a moment, eyes closing in reflection. "I take that back. I told you because I wanted you to know what would happen when we get back to the Alpha Quadrant. I love you, Chakotay, but if we are going to make any sort of commitment, you need to understand where I'm coming from, that Jadzia is part of my life."

He was silent for a long moment, watching her intently. So long, she began to get nervous. Finally he spoke softly. "As long as you're happy, Kathryn, that's all that I care about."