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	Common Ground
	by Ann Douglas

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.

Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/


	The walls of the transporter room came into focus as the
newly promoted Lieutenant completed her transfer from the
high-speed transport that had been her home for the last two
days.  Quarters aboard Hermes had been cramped to say the least,
but they were little better than she expected to find here on
Crockett.  A patrol cruiser with a crew of twenty-eight, its
accommodations were going to be very unlike those she'd had back
on Enterprise. Especially those she had enjoyed as a Captain's
Yeoman.

	But the choice had been hers to make.  Better to start over
somewhere where people would have to judge her on the here and
now, and not what she might've been in the past.  She'd worked
damn hard to earn her commission, despite what some jealous
residents of the lower decks might've had to say.

	"Permission to come aboard?"  she asked of the redheaded
Lieutenant who had been standing next to the transporter chief.

	"Permission granted,"  came the reply with a smile as the
older officer stepped forward and reached for one of the two
duffel bags the newly assigned j.g. had brought with her.  "Let me
give you a hand with those."

	"Thank you,"  the younger blonde smiled in return as she
relinquished one of her bags.  "Janice Rand,"  she added in way of
an introduction,  "but I guess you already knew that."

	"J.M. Colt," the redhead countered as she slung the strap of
the bag over her shoulder,  "Second Officer.  We don't have a First
right now so I'm the welcoming committee."

	"Hermes acknowledges transport,"  the transporter chief
reported from behind her, silently relaying the signal to the bridge
as well.

	"Thank you, Mr. Kane," the senior Lieutenant said over her
shoulder,  "I'll take it from here."

	"Yes Sir,"  he replied as he locked down the console and
exited the room though the door.

	The redhead waited until the doors closed behind him
before turning back to the new arrival.  Who, she observed, was
taking in every aspect of the room around her.

	"I spent some time as a transporter chief before I was
commissioned,"  she said to explain her interest.

	The overhead lights dimmed for a half-second, coupled with
a louder vibration through the floor plates beneath them.  It was
an unaccustomed sensation for Janice, but one she recognized
immediately.

	"We've gone to warp,"  she noted.

	"Not bad,"  J.M.  said with a nod of her head.  "It's a bit
different than you were used to on Enterprise.  On a ship like
Crockett, you can feel the engines a lot more."

	"I'm sure I'll get used to it soon enough,"  Janice said as she
followed Colt out of the transporter room, remembering the Chief
Engineer on Enterprise once saying he could tell what warp they
were at by the feel of the deck plates beneath his feet.

	"I've no doubt of it,"  the senior Lieutenant  replied, her
tone suggesting to Rand that it was a transition she'd also made.

	"Captain Imaru must've been anxious to get underway,"
Janice said as she found herself comparing more of her
surroundings as they walked  to those of a heavy cruiser.  "I hope I
didn't hold her up too long."

	"Actually, we weren't scheduled to make the rendezvous and
transfer for another two hours,"  Colt replied.  "Being able to go to
warp early probably made her day.  Even though Houston is
covering for us, she hates leaving her patrol area for even a few
hours.  Also, she's not happy unless she can take the ship out to
where she can really let her fly."

	"Captain Imaru has an interesting reputation, I can't wait to
meet her,"  Rand said as they entered a turbolift.

	"Deck three,"  Colt said as she took hold of the controls.
"You'll get your chance soon enough, but what say we first get you
settled in."

	As the decks raced by, Janice looked at the woman at the
other end of the turbolift.  A full Lieutenant, she guessed her to
be ten or twelve years older.  About the same height and weight,
Colt wore her hair in a style much shorter than Rand in an almost
boyish cut, but one quite attractive.  Their body shapes were
similar and a familiar tingle made Janice wonder what else they
might have in common.  Then she decided that such thoughts were
best kept to herself on a ship this size, at least for the time being.
It wouldn't pay to get off on the wrong foot five minutes after
she'd come aboard.  Not after working so hard to get a fresh
start.

	"What's the J.M. stand for?"  Rand asked, thinking it was an
innocuous enough question.

	"Just Me,"  Colt said with  smile and a shrug of her
shoulders.

	"In other words, none of my business,"  Rand grinned.

	"Its just personal, that's all,"  Colt replied as the turbolift
doors opened and they stepped out onto deck three and walked
down the corridor.

	"Fair enough."

	"Well here we are,"  Colt said as she stopped at the fifth
door and it opened to her presence.  "A little smaller than you were
used to back on Enterprise, plus you'll have to share the
accommodations."

	"I'm sure neither will be a problem,"  Rand insisted as she
dropped her bag on the floor and took in the small space.  The
room looked to be already occupied and she wondered which of the
two beds had already been taken.

	"I hope you feel that way in a week,"  Colt countered.
"There's a vicious rumor that your roommate has been known to
snore under certain conditions.  She of course insists it's a lie."

	"It won't be a problem,"  Rand repeated as she took in the
rest of the cabin, which didn't take long at all.

	"Well let me let you settle in then,"  Colt said as she put the
bag she'd been carrying down next to the other.  "Why don't I
come back in twenty minutes or so and show you the way to the
mess hall.  We're already into gamma shift, but I'm sure we could
find you something to eat."

	"As tempting as that is, I think that maybe I should stay
around and  meet my new roommate when she comes off shift,"
Rand said after a moment's thought.  "I wouldn't want to give her
a bad impression by just dumping my stuff and running."

	"I think she has a good enough impression of you already,"
Colt said, confusing Rand.

	"I don't..."

	"In case you were wondering, my bed is the one on the
right."

				-=-=-=-

	A half hour later, the two of them were sharing both a table
in the far end of an almost empty mess hall and a late night cup of
coffee.  Their conversation centered on, at first, Crockett and how
things ran on the ship.  A lot smaller than the heavy cruiser that
Janice had transfer from, the patrol ship was as heavily armed as
it could be and even a slight bit faster than Enterprise.

	They had to be because it was their job to patrol the areas
the Constitution class ships didn't have the time for.  Used for
down and dirty border patrol, it was their job to take care of
problems with smugglers and other incidentals as well as alert the
Fleet if something big came their way.  Of course the running line
was that you had to survive long enough to report it, not an easy
trick if you're suddenly faced with a phalanx of Klingon or Rihannsu
warbirds.

	Eventually, the conversation drifted to more personal
matters and Janice brought up a question that had been occupying
her thoughts.

	"It's not that I'm not glad,"  Rand said as she laid down her
now empty cup,  "but I'm also curious.  Since you're a senior
Lieutenant, how come you wound up having to share a cabin with a
newly commissioned j.g.?"

	"Well, I could say that in her infinite wisdom, the Captain
decided a newly commissioned j.g. such as yourself, could only
benefit from exposure to a fine officer such as myself,"  Colt
smiled as she refilled both their cups.  "But the truth is that she
has a lot more important things on her mind.  So, I acted on what I
was sure that she would've done had she had the time and
volunteered."

	"Why?"

	"Because you might not know it yet, but we have a lot in
common,"  Colt went on.

	"Such as?"

	"You were Jim Kirk's Yeoman, correct?"

	"It wasn't a secret,"  Janice said, thinking that she wished
it had been.  She'd had enough of that back on Enterprise, people
thinking that she'd gotten her stripe by doing more for the
Captain than just keeping track of his paperwork.

	"I bet when you first got that job, you were overwhelmed by
it."

	"A lot of people are,"  Janice replied, feeling a bit defensive.

	"And I bet that thinking that you can't have been the first
person to be faced with an insurmountable task, you went back and
looked up how the people who had the job before you handled
things."

	Rand nodded her head in agreement, wondering where this
was leading.

	"Do you remember any of the names from those reports?"

	"Well there was Yeoman Smith,"  Janice recalled.  "I
remembered the Captain kept referring to her as Jones when he
brought her up."

	"Anyone else?"

	"Let me see,"  the blonde pondered as she mentally reviewed
the endless files that had once been her existence.  "Wait a
second!"  she exclaimed as realization suddenly washed over her.

	"Yes...?"

	"Colt,... J.M. Colt."

	The redhead smiled.

	"You were Captain Pike's Yeoman,"  Rand said in triumph.

	"Guilty as charged,"  she smiled.  "So as one Yeoman to
another, how could I not take you under my wing.  Who else is going
to understand your problem?"

	"My problem?"

	"Well lets just say that I once found myself in the position
of having jealous people think I got my rank practicing skills they
don't teach in officer training."

	Rand opened her eyes in surprised.

	"And that was with Chris Pike, probably the original straight
arrow,"  Colt added.  "I can only imagine the stories that went
around with someone with Kirk's reputation."

	"Does everyone on board know?"  Janice asked, thinking that
the ship had just grown a whole lot smaller.

	"Only the Captain has seen your service record,"  Colt
assured her and she's not about to start spreading idle gossip."

	"Then how did you know..."

	"Remember I said we had a lot in common,"  Colt whispered,
her voice growing even lower.  "Well, three days ago I got a
sub-space message from an old friend, someone I knew back on
Enterprise.  She had transferred on six months before I
transferred off.  She asked me to look out for you if I could."

	"An old friend?"  Janice repeated, thinking that those two
words held a number of definitions.

	"Nyota Uhura, I'm surprised she never mentioned me to
you."

	Janice had a suspicion she knew why J.M.'s name had never
come up, but had no idea how to say it.  If she was wrong, the
Lieutenant might take offense at the suggestion.

	Ten seconds later, that thought was the very least of her
worries.

	"Red alert, red alert,"  the voice of the communications
officer called out.  "All hands to general quarters!"

				-=-=-=-

	With no duty station yet assigned to her, Janice followed
Colt onto the turbolift to the bridge.  An extra set of hand always
came in handy.  The doors opened onto a much smaller version of
the bridge Janice was used to, more streamlined and lacking most
of the science station larger ships carried.

	"Captain, might I present Lieutenant Rand, our newest
addition,"  Colt said as she led Janice down to the small pit that
housed the helm and the Captain's chair.

	"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant,"  the white haired Andorian
woman said as she glanced away from the graphic display on the
forward screen.  "I'm sorry we don't have time to really chat right
now, but if Jim Kirk recommended you, I've no doubt you're
capable of the job they sent you here to do.  Lend a hand at
tactical if you please."

	"Right away, Captain,"  Rand replied, thankful that she'd
taken the time to learn the layout of her new ship on the way here.
It would've been embarrassing to have to ask where tactical was.

	Colt had to wipe the wide grin off of her face when Captain
Imaru turned her attention back to her.  The Andorian's antenna
rose a few inches, a habit the Lieutenant recognized as a sign that
she was happy with the new replacement.

	"What do we have, Captain?"  Colt said as she relieved the
junior officer from the helm.

	"Distress call from the colony on S'haki IV,"  Imaru said as
she glanced at a piece of information on  her padd.  "Someone
couldn't wait until we left our patrol range so they could make a
raid on the Dritanium stores.  Houston is an hour away so it's a
lucky thing we're back early."

	"ETA two minutes,"  Ensign Burke said from Navigation as he
replaced the tactical image on the forward screen with one of the
approaching space.  "We're reading two ships down on the surface
and one in orbit, no id transponders."

	"Anyone care to venture a guess as to who they are?"  the
veteran officer in command asked out loud.

	Not even thinking that it might've been a rhetorical
question,  Janice offered an opinion that they might be Orion
Raiders.  A half dozen sets of eyes turned her way, most shocked
that with only five minutes of bridge time under her belt she had
dared to speak up.

	"If I had to put money on a guess,"  the Captain said as her
stern look faded to a smile,  "I think that'd be a pretty safe bet,
Lieutenant."

	Janice let out a silent sigh of relief at the Andorian's
response.  Making a stupid guess right out of the gate would've
been an even bigger faux paus than the one she almost made in the
turbolift when she first came aboard.

	"It looks like they've seen us coming, Captain,"  Ensign Burke
reported.  "I show one ship from the ground now heading into orbit
and it look like, yes there it goes, number three is on her way too."

	"Then I guess it's time to lock and load,"  Imaru said, using
one of her favorite human expressions from her Academy days.
"Send a signal to Houston and see if they can get here any
quicker."

	"Sub-space jamming on all frequencies, Captain,"  reported
Lieutenant Salo at communications, "we're not getting through to
anyone for a while."

	The triad of raiders were now breaking orbit and it was a
toss-up as to whether they were going to turn and run or fight.
With Houston still a distance away, they must've felt they had a
pretty good chance since they spread out in a three-prong attack
formation.

	"Bring photons and phasers to bear,"  the Captain said, "that
one on the far left is going to try and come around behind us."

	Sure enough it did, sending twin beams of destructive
emerald energy ripping into Crockett's port shields.  They only
broke off the attack under the impact of a photon torpedo.
The attack succeeded, however, as it occupied the Federation
ship's attention just long enough for the other two raiders to get
into a  closer firing position.

	"Forward shields down to sixty percent,"  Colt reported as
the view screen flashed again and again with bright green bursts.

	"Photons again, full spread this time,"  Imaru ordered as the
phaser shots seemed to have little effects on their shields.

	At tactical, Janice Rand concentrated her attention on the
duties she'd been assigned, passing along the information to the
helm and the Captain's chair as quickly as she could.  She'd come a
long way since the days when she'd stood scared on the Enterprise
bridge when that first Rihannsu Bird of Prey had come out of the
Neutral Zone, destroying a string of monitoring stations and almost
the Enterprise as well.  She was still scared at times, but she'd
learned to control that fear and do the best job she could to
insure their survival.

	"Number one is coming around again,"  Burke reported,
"They're firing again, something different this time..."

	He didn't have a chance to finish as the bridge rocked with
the impact of the new weapon.  Sparks and fire exploded from the
helm console, sending a shower of fragments into Burke's chest.  A
second explosion brought a rain of ceiling debris down on Colt's
head.

	"J.M.!"  Janice cried out as she saw her new friend fall to
the floor.

				-=-=-=-

	"J.M., look out!"  Janice screamed as she jumped up.

	It took a second for her to grasp it, but she was far from
the bridge of the Crockett.  In fact, she was also out of uniform,
unless the uniform of the day was au natural.

	Shaking her head, Janice realized it had been just a dream.
No, not a dream, a memory.  The battle with the Orions had indeed
occurred that first day on the patrol cruiser, but that had been
four months ago.  Captain Imaru had proved that not all the great
Captains commanded heavy cruisers and turned the tide of battle,
destroying two of the raiders and having the third self-destruct
when it had been too damaged to fight any more.  It had been a
victory, but a very costly one.

	"You going to spend the day in bed, baby?"  the T-shirt clad
woman entering the room from the outside deck asked.  "Cause if
you are, I can think of some better things to do in it than sleep."

	"Good morning, J.M.,"  Janice said as she pushed off the
sheet she had pulled over herself during the night.  "I was just
about to get up."

	The look on Janice's face told the whole story.  Her lover of
two months had seen it often enough.

	"Bad dream again?"  she inquired.

	"If you mean the one where I thought I'd lost you even
before I'd found you, yeah that's the one."

	"But you didn't lose me,"  J.M. Colt replied as she leaned
across the bed and kissed Janice softly.  "I'm here, back in one
piece and better than ever."

	"Mmmmm, you certainly are,"  Janice replied as she opened
her mouth to the kiss and lost herself in the warmth found there,
banishing once again the fearful images that haunted her night.

	A second kiss followed, soft and warm as the first.  J.M.
joined the younger blonde on the bed, her hand reaching behind
Janice's neck, her fingers stroking the soft flesh.

	Their tongues intertwined as J.M.'s fingers continued down
across the junior Lieutenant's back.  Down across her waist they
moved, gliding across her thigh to come to rest against the lightly
haired mound beyond.  Gently they brushed against it.

	The brief touch was enough to send a tantalizing shiver
through the blonde's body.  She shifted position to give her lover
better access to her charms, only to have the smile on her face
turn, if only for fleeting second, to a grimace of pain.  It was gone
in a heartbeat, but that was enough for J.M. to take notice.

	"How many times have I told you to let Doctor T'Chal look at
that back injury?"  the older officer said, her voice carrying just a
touch of admonishment.  "It's been bothering you ever since ..."

	"It hardly bother's me at all,"  Janice insisted, remembering
that at the time she was injured, she was more worried about J.M.
than herself.  "Just when I ..."

	"No buts,"  Lieutenant Colt interrupted, her voice now totally
the one she used for command,  "the minute we get back to the
ship, it's off to sickbay for you."

	"Yes, Sir,"  Janice said with the cadence of a first year
cadet, knowing full well that it was impossible to argue with the
redhead when she was in that mode.

	"But for now,"  J.M. smiled, her tone shifting from that of
superior  officer to lover,  "I guess you'll have to settle for one of
my patented massages to take care of the pain."

	"Yes, Sir,"  Janice repeated, the smile back on her face
mirroring that on the woman beside her.  "That's one order I'm
always happy to follow."

	"Then assume the position, mister!"  J.M. playfully barked.

	Janice rolled over onto her stomach, stretching her legs out
across the length of the bed and folding her arms to give herself
better support.  Over her shoulder she watched as the redhead
climbed over her and, her back to her, reached out and began to
rub the bottoms of her feet, working her way up to her ankles.

	"Mmmm, you have such magic hands,"  Janice purred as she
lowered her head to the large pillow beneath her and let the
soothing sensations of her lover's touch wash over her.

	J.M. shifted her body to the right and worked her fingers
into the flesh of Janice's right leg, starting again at the bottom
and moving upward to relax the muscles.  Reaching the edge of her
buttocks, she leaned over a little more and duplicated her actions
on her left leg.

	Janice moaned softly as she felt her body grow limp under
J.M.'s expert rubdown.  Nothing made her feel more relaxed than a
good massage.  Well, maybe one thing, but this was a close second
best.

	Again coming back to her cheeks, the older woman pulled
them apart just far enough to give herself an appreciative look at
the enticing delights within.  Then she released her hold, worked
her fingers into the soft flesh before moving again down Janice's
legs.

	"You have such beautiful legs,"  she noted as her fingers slid
up and down.  "It makes me glad you still wear that mini-skirted
uniform instead of pants."

	Her head buried against her pillow, Janice smiled.  She knew
how, even back on Enterprise, people always took note of her legs.
Even Captain Kirk would look when he thought no one would notice,
but of course she always knew when he did.

	Climbing over Janice's prone form so that she was now on
the left side of the bed, J.M. ran her hands down those long legs
one last time.  She then kneaded her ass for a few long moments,
before moving on to the small of Janice's back, working her way up
her spine.

	"Oh yes,"  Janice encouraged as she closed her eyes to drift
in the buoyant state J.M. ministrations had carried her off to.
"Where did you ever learn how to do that?"

	It was a question that had been asked of her by many lovers,
but one that she never answered.  Some things were better left a
mystery.  The truth was, if she ever decided to share it, was
simple enough.  Back when she'd been Chris Pike's Yeoman, J.M. had
spent a shore leave on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet.  There, a
delectable pair of twins had taught her the secrets of erotic
massage.  It was a lesson she had mastered over the years and one
that she had always been willing to share.  Even if she kept the
origins of her skills her own.

	Knowing she was hardly likely to get an answer this time
either, Janice just relaxed and continued to enjoy the attention.
J.M. swung her body over Janice's legs and raised her hands to her
neck and shoulders, applying her talents there.  What little pain
had prompted Janice' earlier discomfort was now long gone.
Replaced tenfold by an ever increasing sense of bliss.

	Lifting herself up off the bed just a little, J.M. instructed
Janice to roll over onto her back.  A direction the blonde was
happy to follow because, if past experience was any indication, the
best part of the massage was yet to come.  As Janice had moved,
J.M. had taken the time to grab the edges of her T-shirt and
pulled it up and over her head.  The only clothing she had worn
when she'd stepped out on the balcony, she carelessly tossed it to
the carpeted floor.

	Now on her back, Janice stretched out on the length of the
bed, her arms over her head.  J.M. had moved again to the bottom
of the bed and had her hands wrapped around the blonde's ankles.

	Slowly she moved them upward, tickling the flesh as she
moved.  At the midway point, the redhead planted a soft kiss
between Janice's legs, a kiss that was repeated again and again as
she moved higher.  Her mouth sought out the bright pink nipple
that capped the younger officer's left breast, closing her lips
around it as she tickled it with her tongue.  J.M. then swirled her
tongue around the areola, drawing concentric circles around it until
it was brushing against the sides of Janice's nipple.

	Janice moaned softly as J.M. took her nipple deep into her
mouth, even as her hand reached for her other mound and
squeezed the matching pinkness between her fingers.  At the same
time, J.M.'s leg pressed between Janice's, her thigh rubbing
against the blonde haired bush.

	After a few minutes, the woman on top switched breasts,
with the manipulation of the mound her mouth had abandoned
taken up by her free hand.  The switch did little to decrease the
pleasing warmth washing across Janice's body.  In fact, it
increased it considerably.

	Janice was hardly idle during this time as her own hands ran
up and down J.M.'s back.  Her fingers demonstrating her own small
skills, from the base of the redhead's neck to the crack of her ass,
She might not have had the background of the Crockett's Second
Office, but she'd had a few good lessons from other lovers over
the years.

	J.M. lifted herself higher and kissed Janice on her lips,
rubbing their breasts together as she did.  It was a short, brief
kiss but one full of promise.  She moved a little closer to the
headboard, bringing her own breasts just about even with Janice's
mouth.  The motion was an invitation the younger Lieutenant would
be hard pressed to ignore - not that she had the least intention of
doing any such thing.

	Janice reached up with both hands, placing them again on
J.M.'s back and pulled her down lower.  Just far enough that she
could slip the dark circle around the redhead's own extended tips
into her mouth.  She pulled it deep inside her, rubbing her tongue
around the edges, tickling the sensitive flesh.

	J.M. held herself in place, allowing Janice to indulge herself.
She's learned the first night they ever spent together that her
new love was definitely a breast girl.  The transferee from
Enterprise would spend hours if she could, suckling at another
woman's breast.

	But this time she had only minutes, but minutes she made
the most of.  Moving from mound to mound, she pleasured each
with her hands, mouth and tongue, sending tiny ripples of delight
across the redhead's chest.  Small waves that carried with them
the desire she felt for the woman above her.

	A desire J.M. shared as, however reluctantly, she withdrew
her bounty from Janice and began once more working her way down
her body.  It was a slow passage, each inch punctuated by a loving
kiss.  Kisses that continued down to Janice's legs, which she parted
to give J.M. greater access.

	On the return journey, J.M. replaced those soft kisses with
equally soft licks of her tongue, the tip of which left a wet trail
across Janice's skin.  Reaching the junction point, her hand came to
rest against the folds of Janice's mound and gentle fingers again
brushed against light hairs.

	J.M. parted the folds with her middle fingers, the shape of
her hand looking for all the world like the traditional Vulcan
greeting.  The very first time she had seen it demonstrated back
on Enterprise by the Science Officer, it had been all she could do
not to burst out laughing.  It had taken some quick thinking to
come up with an explanation that wouldn't offend the Vulcan
Officer.  Somehow, she didn't think he would appreciate the truth.

	Such thoughts, however, were far from J.M.'s mind as she
leaned down between Janice's outstretched legs and sipped her
tongue between the halves of the Vulcan salute.  Janice shuddered
excitedly as the wet tip touched her inner walls, sending an
electric shock racing outward.

	A shock that quickly transformed into a steady current as
J.M. proved that her tongue was even more talented than her
hands.  If Janice considered herself a breast girl, the senior
Lieutenant wasn't bashful at all at proclaiming herself to be an
enthusiastic cunnilinguist.  She was never happier than when she
was exactly where she was right now - between the legs of a
beautiful woman.

	Her tongue probed deeper, seeking out the sensitive, secret
spots she'd discovered during many hours of late night lovemaking
back aboard Crockett.  Yet even if it had been their very first
time, the experienced lover would've had no trouble following the
path.  Not with the encouragements coming from Janice, both
vocally and by the excited responses of her body.

	"Oh yes, baby, right there,"  Janice cried out passionately as
J.M. once again found her most secret of places, sending a bolt of
lightning ripping through her body.

	Only one other lover, Nyota back on Enterprise, had ever
found that spot.  After their first time together, when the
redhead had found it so effortlessly, Janice had wondered if
Uhura had told J.M. about it.  In fact, she had a suspicion that her
friend had set up their whole relationship.

	It was only when, she had the opportunity to discuss it with
her former shipmate via subspace, that she discovered that all the
Communications Officer had said to the former Yeoman was to ask
her to help Janice adjust to life on the smaller ship.  As an
afterthought, she had added that she thought the two of them
might find some common ground and become friends.

	As to Lieutenant Colt's and Uhura's shared uncanny ability to
find her most sensitive places, it suddenly occurred to Janice to
wonder where exactly Nyota had learned her skill at it.  After all,
J.M. had said that the two of them had been shipmates for half a
year.

	"Oh God!"  Janice echoed as J.M. took her to even greater
plateaus than ever before.

	Her body continued to tremble as the erotic currents
oscillated, building in force until she almost couldn't stand it any
more.  But the one thing she wanted most in the world right now,
even more than culmination, was to share the joy that this amazing
woman had brought to her.

	Catching her breath, she gasped out what she wanted and
even more reluctantly than before, J.M. pulled herself away from
Janice.  If was only a momentary pause she knew, but that didn't
make it any easier.

	The two women quickly changed position on the bed, with
J.M. now facing Janice's sex from the opposite direction and her
legs now on both sides of the blonde's head.  Looking up into the
thick red bush only inches above her, Janice felt her heart race
with anticipation.  She might indeed love a woman's breasts, but
this was a very close second.

	J.M. lowered her body so that her own head fit comfortably
back between Janice's legs, even as the younger woman pressed
her head upward to do the same with hers.  As much as she wanted
to immediately pick up where she left off, J.M. waited until Janice
was well into her own pleasures before she did so.  It would be
more fun, she knew, if both of them could climax as close together
as possible.

	Even with her head start, J.M. knew that Janice would have
no trouble catching up.  Ever since she'd discovered the ecstasy
other girls could bring back in middle school, she'd always had an
orgasmic hair trigger.  If fact the real trick had always been not
to come too soon.

	Feeling the tides quickly rising within her, J.M. turned her
attention back to Janice's own climax.  Despite the brief pause,
her level of arousal had barely diminished.  It didn't take much to
replace what little had been lost.

	In short order, the two of them were on the same level as
both bodies, covered with sweat, heaved back and forth on the
bed.  Each was buried deep within the sex of the other and it was a
race to see which would arrive at the finish line first.

	A race that it was hard to tell who exactly won but in this
case it really didn't matter because there was no loser.  The
passions of their lovemaking exploded like a nova and both bodies
rocked with the fires of Eros.

	Their shared orgasm passed back and forth between them,
at first at a frightening intensity, but then at a slower pace as the
fires slowly cooled.  Finally, all that remained was a warm
afterglow, a sense of contentment that both were more than happy
to bath in as they held each other tight.

				-=-=-=-

	The late morning light filled the room as the two
Lieutenants finally stirred.  Moving to the edge of the bed, they
shared a kiss before rising to their feet.

	"I think we both need a shower,"  Janice said to her still
naked lover as she took note of the residue of their lovemaking
that covered their bodies.

	"Want to join me?"  J.M. grinned as she took a few steps
toward the bathroom.

	"I do and we're never going to get out of here today,"
Janice grinned back.  "Weren't you the one who said something
earlier about wasting the day in bed."

	"I only said it was wasted if you spent it sleeping,"  J.M.
laughed,  "and if you were paying attention, neither of us have been
getting much sleep, at least not this morning."

	"This is true,"  Janice laughed back, "but if we went to all
the trouble of using up two days of our leave coming all the way to
Gedi Prime, don't you think we should see what it has to offer
beyond these four walls?"

	"Party pooper,"  J.M. said in mock seriousness.

	"I promise, I'll make it up to you tonight,"  Janice countered
as she tossed J.M.  a towel for the shower.  "We'll have dinner on
the lake and ..."

	"... dessert on the beach,"  J.M. finished the sentence.

	"If you want,"  Janice agreed, knowing exactly what the
redhead wanted for desert.

	"I love you,"  J.M. said, her face beaming,  "I really do."

	"Do you?"

	"How can you even doubt that?"  J.M. said, her face
registering concern than Janice would even ask such a thing.

	"Would you do anything for me?"  Janice asked.

	"Of course I would,"  J.M. said, feeling a little hurt that the
question would even be asked.

	"You mean that?"

	"You know that I do,"  the older woman replied, her feelings
now more than a little hurt.

	"Then will you please tell me,"  Janice asked with heartfelt
emotion, "what in the name of the Great Bird of the Galaxy does
J.M. stand for?"

	J.M. Colt burst out laughing.  She had been outmaneuvered.

	Thinking about it for a few seconds, she nodded her head
and walked back over to Janice and whispered into her ear.  Two
simple words brought the broadest of grins to her as she silently
repeated the name.

	"I think your parents had even more of a sense of humor
than you do,"  Janice laughed as she repeated the name once more
in her head.

	"That is to be treated like a Starfleet secret,"  J.M. shot
back,  "not to be repeated to anyone, ever!"

	"Cross my heart,"  Janice promise as she ran her hand across
her breast, trying unsuccessfully to hold in any more laughter.  "I'll
take it to my grave."

	"You better,"  J.M. said in a fake menacing tone.

	"You're beautiful when you're threatening, has anyone ever
told you that,"  Janice retorted.  "That's just another reason why I
love you too."

	"Oh why did I ever listen to Nyota when she asked me to
look after you,"  J.M. bellowed in an equally fake tone as she took
her towel and headed for the shower.

	Janice stood there for a few moments and then followed
after her.  As impressive as the sights of Gedi Prime were
supposed to be, they could wait another hour or two.

END


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