Another quickie I wrote a while back. This story obviously takes place before "State of Flux"...
Star Trek - Voyager: Seska's Night Out (MF)
by Jennifer Pelland
Seska looked around the mess hall and realized that there wasn't a single Maquis to be found. She sighed and resigned herself to sitting alone again. It just wasn't necessary to make friends with these Federation wimps. Getting stranded in the Delta Quadrant on Voyager wasn't exactly part of her plan. After all, the Obsidian order had already ferreted out all the details of this ship's technology. There was nothing new to be gleaned from it. And there was no way she could keep her "rebellious Maquis" cover while cozying up to the Captain.
Besides, Janeway was a sentimental fool. If this had been a Cardassian ship...
Ah well. Best not to dwell on her anger. Best to just keep blending in and looking for a way to get home quickly.
She saw the infamous Delaney sisters sitting by the window, giggling furiously about something. What the hell. She'd spent some time with them before in Stellar Cartography, and mingling with them wouldn't tarnish her image. She approached their table and asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Seska! Hey, sit down," Izzy said as she slid over and made room.
Seska grinned and sat down. "So, what's so funny?"
"Oh, Izzy here is just telling me about some of Tom's little 'idiosyncracies'," Jenny said with a wicked grin.
"Oh, thanks!" Izzy blurted. "Just make me tell the whole story again!"
Seska poked at her food, trying to remember which bits of Neelix's cooking would be palatable to a Bajoran. She spied Geron sitting nearby and saw him studiously avoiding the green vegetable, so she did the same. Turning back, she said, "Oh, come on. Let's hear it."
Izzy smiled. "Wait a minute...I saw you looking at Geron. Is there anything we should know about you two?"
Seska grinned and shook her head. "No, nothing's going on. He's way too young for my tastes." Besides, she didn't feel like acting like a Bajoran when she had sex. She wanted to let loose. While she might have the physiology of a Bajoran, she still had the mental needs of a Cardassian. Having sex with Chakotay as a Bajoran had sure been interesting...but it had been worth it. But there was no way she could fool Geron without losing herself in the role so much as to not have any fun at all.
"Uh huh. Yeah, we believe you," Jenny said pointedly.
"You're getting off the subject," Seska said as she put her fork down. "Cough up the details on Tom."
"Why, are you interested?" Izzy asked.
"Only if he sounds good. That is, unless you're exclusive."
Izzy laughed raucously. "Hell no. No, we're not even close to exclusive. And yes, he is good," she said, a flush creeping into her cheeks.
Seska leaned forward. "Weeeeellll....."
Izzy smirked and leaned forward conspiratorially. "Well, the boy certainly is good with his tongue; I'll say that. The last time we had sex, he must have licked me from head to toe."
Seska grinned smarmily at that thought. Really good Cardassian sex usually involved lots of licking. This was sounding more promising by the minute. "Go on...there's got to be more."
"Ever hear of a hummer?"
"Oh, Prophets, yes! Is he a hummer?"
Izzy just grinned and nodded. Jenny was practically bouncing in her seat.
Izzy's grin widened even farther as she said, "Oh, and he's terribly ticklish. Super, super ticklish until you get him totally aroused, and then he's really sensitive in those spots. But you haven't seen anything until you see the high and mighty Tom Paris giggling like a little girl."
Seska spluttered, "You're kidding!" Oh, this was too precious.
Izzy nodded, then her face grew a little more serious. "Oh, but you can't restrain him. Something must have happened to him in prison, I guess, so if you try to restrain him or overpower him, he freaks out."
Seska nodded. "Okay, I'll remember that."
Jenny leaned over and said, "So, are you going to give him a whirl?"
Seska turned to Izzy quizzically, and Izzy said, "I'd recommend him highly. Go for it."
"Then I will. Think he's in that damn bar?"
Jenny nodded. "Probably."
Seska stood up. "Well then, I think it's time to pay him a little visit."
"Good luck!" Izzy called after her.
* * *
There was no way she was going to seduce someone in uniform. This damn Starfleet uniform just didn't fit. It wasn't what she'd trained for. Besides, Seska the "rebellious Maquis" didn't spend any more time in uniform than was absolutely necessary.
She'd spent her precious replicator credits on clothing early on in the voyage, and it was a decision she hadn't ever regretted. She pulled her closet open and looked at her options. Tom was a rebel wanna be, so she dressed to appeal to that side of him. Peeling off the uniform, she pulled on a pair of baggy black pants, a snug white tank top, and a black vest. She also pulled on her old black Maquis boots and undid her hair. There, now she looked sexy but dangerous. Hopefully that would appeal to his prurient interests.
* * *
The bar was fairly empty. Just Tom and Harry playing pool while holobabes hovered close by. They both looked up as the doors opened, and Tom said, "Seska? I've never seen you here before."
"That's because I've never been here before," she said as she sashayed in.
Tom suddenly found himself giving Seska a once-over. He'd never thought of her as attractive before, but then again, he'd never seen her out of uniform with her hair down. Suddenly remembering what he'd heard about Bajoran women, he braced himself for the insult he knew would be coming. But Seska just smiled and gave him a similar once-over. He gulped and grinned, remembering what else he'd heard about Bajoran women. He was either a very lucky man, or a very doomed man, but he definitely planned on sticking around long enough to find out.
She looked down at the pool table and asked, "So, what's this?"
"This?" Tom asked. "It's a game called pool." Harry positioned himself to take a shot, and Tom explained, "See, he's trying to use his cue, that stick he's holding, to hit the white ball, which is called a cue ball, into the other balls in such a way that they go into the pockets."
"Oh," she said, pointedly not looking at Harry. She smiled slyly at Tom, who held her gaze with an interested smirk. The clatter of balls didn't break their concentration, nor did Harry's small cry of jubilation.
"I win!" Harry grinned. Then noticing that no one was looking at him, he said, "Well, thanks for the game. I'm outta here."
The door slid closed behind him, and Seska moved closer to Tom. "I didn't come here to play pool, you know."
"I'm glad," he replied with a smile. "Computer, initiate privacy setting."
Seska cocked her head to the side and said, "I also didn't come here to spend time in your bar."
"We can change that," he replied. "Do you have any suggestions?"
She spun lazily on her heel and walked a couple of steps away from him. "How do you feel about water?" she mused.
"Water's nice. What precisely are you thinking of?"
"Oh, I've always been partial to rainy days."
"Mmmm," he said as he came up behind her, stopping when he was close enough for his breath to hit her. "I've always liked the sound of rain on a roof."
"Not on a roof...on us." She turned around and grinned wickedly at him. "Oh, if you still want a pitter patter, we can make sure that some rain falls on the trees too, but I want to get wet."
He raised his eyebrows at the novelty. Sex *in* the rain. Why not? "Computer, run Betazed rainforest program with light rain and soft ground cover. Animal sounds, no actual animals."
"And light thunder," Seska added.
He just smiled and shook his head. "This should be good."
"Well, that all depends on you, now doesn't it?"
The program shimmered and changed to a wet rainforest. A light rain hit their bodies, and Seska laughed and shook her head as the water soaked into her hair. It was much too dry on this ship for her tastes, and the water felt good.
Tom had never seen Seska really laugh in enjoyment before. It was uncanny - this woman kept continuing to surprise him. She took off her vest and the rain made her already tight tank top cling even tighter to her body, making it blatantly obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tom licked his lips and took her in his arms. They dove for each other's mouths and kissed fiercely. Gods, she was strong. Guess what they said about Bajoran women was true...
Impatient for more, Seska reached for his uniform closure and pulled it down. Tom pulled his mouth away and pulled his turtleneck over his head, then reached for her again. She wrapped her arms around his slender frame and pulled him tightly against her body. Damn, he felt good.
His nimble hands pulled her tank top out of her pants and started easing it upwards. She reveled in the feeling of his hands slowly sliding up her bare skin, exposing it to the rain. When he reached her breasts, those same nimble fingers caressed her with practiced skill. He was good at what he did, she mused.
Pulling back, she tugged the tank top the rest of the way off her body. The rain had soaked through both of their hair, making Tom's spring free of the confines of the gel he used so it was curling boyishly across his forehead. She smiled and smoothed her hair back with her hands, arching her spine luxuriously and driving Tom to distraction. Reaching one hand out, she ran her fingers through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. "So, you're blond all over?"
"Are all Bajoran women this direct?" he asked as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.
"Why, am I your first?" she asked innocently.
He nodded. Good. She could do whatever she wanted with him and he'd have no way of knowing that her reactions would be rather atypically Bajoran. "Yesssss," she hissed. "We are all very direct. Is this a problem?"
He shook his head and reached for her again. Wrapping his arms around her rain-soaked back, he pulled her close and started lapping at her neck. Seska moaned and raked her fingers across his back. It had been far too long since she'd had it this way...
"So, you like this?" Tom murmured against her skin.
"Yessssss....." she hissed gently.
He pushed her gently down to the ground and started exploring her torso with his tongue. Oh, Cardassia...this boy knew what he was doing. Alternating small fluttering licks with larger, wetter ones, he slowly drove Seska into a delicious frenzy. When he started teasing her nipples, she couldn't stand any more. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she flipped him onto his back. Plundering his mouth with her tongue, she tugged his uniform the rest of the way off and then kicked her pants and boots off as well.
Sitting up, she took a good look at his naked form lying prone beneath her. If she used her imagination, she could practically see the gray body scales, the thick neck tendons, the spoon-shaped depression above the eyes...he would make such a beautiful Cardassian. Ah well, no use pining over what could have been. He was here now, and he was warm and vital and talented. He'd do just fine. She leaned back over him and licked a flickering trail across his perversely tiny neck tendons, smiling to herself as he writhed under her ministrations. Her tongue flickered up to his ear, which she explored in minute detail while her hand snaked down between his legs and teased his erection with her fingernails. Judging by the sounds he was making, she figured that he must like this kind of attention.
Never one to pass up an opportunity to make a man writhe, Seska smiled to herself and started flickering her tongue down his wet, straining torso. Not only were his nipples eager for the stimulation, but she also noted to her amusement that Izzy was right - when he was turned on, his ticklish zones were highly sensitive. As her tongue made contact with his side, he practically jumped out of his skin. "Seska...." he moaned urgently.
She raised her head and grinned predatorially at him as she slowly moved her head back up to his. She hovered over him for an agonizing few seconds, not touching him with more than her rain-soaked hair, as he stared up at her urgently. Then she slowly lowered her face down to his and their mouths opened to each other once more. His strong hands clasped at her back, trying to pull her down on top of him, but she resisted, and instead moved her hips down to his with agonizing slowness. When they finally made contact, they both gasped simultaneously into the other's mouth. They quickly maneuvered themselves into position, and he slowly eased himself inside her eager body.
Seska wrapped her arms around Tom's back and pulled him into a sitting position with her. Their rain-slicked torsos slid across each other as they rocked their hips in concert to the pounding rhythm building inside of them. Thunder crashed ominously in the background, but they were too absorbed in their needs to notice. Tom came first, tearing his face away from hers and gasping with exertion, and the feel of his hot breath on her face drove Seska over the edge as well. By the State, he was good...worthy of a Cardassian...
When they were both coherent again, Tom pulled Seska down with him onto the wet ground, curling up around her as the rain fell on their rapidly cooling bodies. Ugh, he wanted to cuddle. She figured she'd indulge him a little just in case she ever wanted to come back for more. "So," he said contentedly, "are all Bajoran women as talented as you?"
"I don't know. I've never had sex with a Bajoran woman," she retorted. Not that she'd want to. All the Bajoran women she'd met were pathetic, whiny little creatures. Who'd want to have sex with one of them?
"Mmm," he replied and snuggled closer.
This cuddling thing was getting interminable. Thinking back to her conversation with Izzy Delaney, Seska got an idea. "So," she said with a grin, "I hear you're ticklish." And before he could answer, her fingers dug into his side.
"Eeek!" he shrieked as he jumped away. "No fair!"
Seska laughed in delight. Tom had just shrieked. Oh, this was too delicious. She stalked closer to him and said, "What do you mean, no fair?"
"Exactly what I said, no...teeheehee!" he giggled helplessly as she skittered her fingernails across both of his sides. He curled into a ball and tried to push her away.
Seska moved away with a satisfied grin on her face and said, "Okay, I promise not to tickle you anymore."
He met her eye warily. "You mean it?"
She laughed. "Yes, I mean it. I just had to see you giggle."
Tom turned pink in reply. "Gee...thanks," he said sarcastically.
Seska reached for her wet clothes and said, "Computer, end program." The rainforest disappeared, along with all the rain, and she easily pulled on her now-dry clothing.
Tom followed suit, and once they were all dressed he asked, "So, is there any chance of this happening again?"
She smiled contentedly. "I think so."
* * *
A few weeks later, Janeway pulled Tom aside in the corridor and said, "Tom, you need to keep this to yourself, but the Doctor found out that Seska is really a Cardassian spy who has been surgically altered to appear Bajoran. We're going to confront her with it in a couple of hours, but if you see her out of sickbay, please inform me, Commander Chakotay, or Mr. Tuvok. Understood?"
Tom nodded, shock evident on his pale features, and croaked, "Yes, Captain."
Janeway patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and went on her way. Tom just stood stock still in the corridor, mind racing back to their time together in the holodeck. A Cardassian...? He'd made love to a Cardassian? A shudder ran through his body, and he quickly shook it off. Right, well, he'd made love to a Cardassian. And pretty soon Harry would know. And then the whole rest of the ship might know. Ugh. But then again, they'd also know that Chakotay had had sex with a Cardassian, and that his Maquis ship had been infiltrated by that same Cardassian. With a wicked smile of satisfaction, he walked back to the bridge.