                      Star Trek Voyager meets Star Wars

                         Princess Leia meets Chakotay
 
She was running as fast as exhaustion and blistered feet would allow.  They
had been right behind her, although she no longer heard the clanking of the
uniforms.  Turning slightly to see if they were close, she inadvertently
tripped on a stone and tumbled down a small grassy hill, landing face-down in
a pair of black boots.
 
With  her heart in her throat she gradually lifted her head and began to gaze
along the body attached to the boots.  A nice pair of strong legs in black
pants, impressive manly bulges, good looking torso, and...  who is this? she
thought as she stared at a handsome face with unusual markings on the left
forehead.
 
Chakotay looked down at the person who had fallen onto his feet, seemingly
from nowhere.  He had been on a  reconnaissance mission with the away team and
had  wandered over to this hilly area to find tubers for Neelix.  What he
found instead was a lovely, and apparently frightened, woman. While she was
staring at his tattoo, Chakotay was transfixed by her hairdo. On both sides of
her head the hair was wound in tight large circles.  He had never seen such an
unusual  arrangement of side-buns.  The rest of the lady looked very appealing
to him, especially what was visibly outlined through  her slightly translucent
white gown.
 
"Are you  all right?"  he asked, looking down at her, but trying not to
frighten her further.
 
She responded to him cautiously. "Yes, I am fine now.  You are obviously not
from The Empire."
 
Chakotay considered this for a second.  What Empire?  Klingon? Cardassian?  He
couldn't conceive that either of those empires had reached to this quadrant of
the galaxy.  Did she actually speak English or was the translator doing its
job?  There would be time for questions later;  he reached out with his hands
and helped lift her up off the ground.
 
"Look," she said, abruptly raising her voice and  waving a finger at him, "I
want to know who you are and where you come from and I better get some answers
pretty damn quick."
 
Chakotay was taken aback by the unexpected forcefulness and arrogance of this
young woman.  She had the looks of a helpless damsel in distress, but she was
obviously not so helpless.  She spoke to him like an impatient commanding
officer.   Not even Kathryn had ever dared yell at him in that manner.
 
"You're very welcome," he said sarcastically responding to her lack of
gratitude for the helping hand. "But you're not in any position to be
demanding answers.  Perhaps you would like to tell me who YOU are."
 
She stared him down undaunted. "Maybe I will and maybe I won't. I would first
like some reassurances as to your allegiance."
 
He was losing patience with her snippy attitude. The prime directive prevented
him from immediately revealing his identity and the existence of  Voyager and
the Federation, but it was definitely time to get some information from this
strong- minded girl. She had retreated several feet away from him and was
reaching into her long loose sleeve.  As he began to take a few steps towards
her, she quickly pulled out her concealed  blaster and aimed it at him.
 
"That's far enough," she said to him menacingly, "I am Leia, Princess of
Alderaan and you are now a prisoner of the Rebel Alliance."
 
A smile escaped from Chakotay's lips, even with the weapon pointed at his
head.  A rebel leader.  Well, he thought to himself, that makes her almost a
Maquis.  And a princess to boot!  He couldn't decide whether to hug her or
punch out her lights, but he was definitely warming up to this pretty rebel
and could feel some swelling starting in his loins.   Maybe it was the buns.
He was very attracted to bun-headed fiery women;  Kathryn had the same effect
on him.
 
He was convinced Leia wouldn't actually shoot him so he tried inching closer,
using conversation as a distraction.  A bizarre tingling passed through him as
he moved in her direction.
 
"You have nothing to fear from me.  I've never heard of Alderaan; I don't know
anything about your Empire.  I was merely gathering food. Can't we discuss
things in a civilized manner?"
 
Intrigued by this handsome stranger, she let down her guard for only an
instant, but it gave Chakotay enough time to make his move.  He grabbed her,
snatching the weapon from her hand and pushing her down on her back.  As she
was spread-eagled on the grass, he was able to pin her down with just one of
his powerful arms, pressing himself on top so she couldn't move. He wasn't
certain of his motives for forcing himself on her this way; he had never acted
in such a violent manner with a woman and he was shocked by his own behavior.
But the sensuous curves underneath him fueled his urges almost involuntarily,
and his free hand slowly groped the hot, moist area between her legs.
    
Leia could feel his huge erection and his probing fingers and debated with
herself whether to just give in or fight back. She was more than a little
aroused by his looks and his touches, but some sixth sense told her that this
man was possessed by an irrational sexual appetite. In a few minutes he would
pull himself free of his clothing and lunge into her.  Ultimately her
instincts and dignity won out and she took the only course open to her.
Closing her eyes, she prayed that Luke's lessons had taught her enough...
 
To Chakotay, it appeared that Leia had gone into a trance. Her lids were shut
and she did not move for almost 30 seconds as energy seemed to project from
her hands, encircling them both. While she was in this state he continued to
stare at her face and rub his aching penis against her body. Suddenly, her
eyes burst opened and she scowled at him.
 
"Are you going to rape me?"  she asked in a confident voice. 
 
"Absolutely not!" Chakotay answered, outraged that she would even consider he
was capable of such a thing. The question had snapped his mind back to
reality.  He started to regain control of his common sense, although he stayed
on top of Leia, still pressing hard against her body.
 
"Good, then I won't have to drop that boulder on your back." 
 
He turned his head and looked upward.  A gigantic rock was floating in the air
six feet above him. In a panic he pressed his comm badge, "Two to beam up."
  
B'Elanna was in the transporter room helping to fix some worn bioneural
circuitry.  She had activated the transport beam herself at Chakotay's request
and watched as the bodies materialized on the pad.  They arrived with Leia
still on her back and Chakotay still on top her.

 
"Interesting position for transport, Commander." B'Elanna said, grinning
broadly.
 
Chakotay immediately jumped off Leia and turned to face B'Elanna, his erection
still bulging through his pants.  The Chief Engineer sauntered over to the pad
and teased him with a few lip-licks.
  
"You better settle DOWN a bit, Chakotay, before you leave the transporter
room."
 
"You can put your tongue back in your mouth, B'Elanna.  It's not what you
think."
 
By this time, Leia had gotten off the floor and was standing, hands on hips,
waiting for someone to notice her. She was a little miffed at being ignored,
and she was very anxious to find out where she was and who all these strange
people were.  One thing she was certain of, this was not an Imperial ship. The
Emperor would never give a woman a position of importance aboard a ship of the
Empire.  In fact, she had never seen a woman in ANY position on an Imperial
ship.  She walked over to B'Elanna, gave a quick glance at her forehead, and
then demanded some attention.
 
"Excuse me, But is anyone going to tell me where I am and what I'm doing
here."
 
Chakotay signaled for Tuvok with the comm badge and, ignoring Leia, took
B'Elanna aside.
  
"I'm going to recommend that Tuvok keep this woman in detention until we learn
a little more about her.  She has impressive telekinetic powers and her
intentions are not clear."
 
B'Elanna gave Leia a quick once-over. The woman seemed harmless enough and
hardly more than a child.  But remembering how Chakotay and Leia had
transported up, B'Elanna decided a little detention might bring this smartass
down a few notches.
 
Tuvok arrived with Captain Janeway and they both conferred briefly with
Chakotay.  It was standard procedure for the Captain to check on any unknown
aliens aboard the ship.  When Janeway and Leia finally locked eyes, it was a
moment full of  meaning for both of them.  Leia was more and more astounded by
the military position that women held in this society, whatever society that
was. Janeway's intuition told her that something, she was not sure what,  was
very special about this young lady.  She decided that the prime directive was
probably no longer an issue.
 
"Princess Leia, I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the United Federation of
Planets.  You are on board my ship, The Voyager. You have already met my First
Officer Commander Chakotay..."
 
Leia interrupted Janeway with a mysterious smile. 
 
"Yes, you could say we have definitely met." 
  
She glanced at Chakotay, who was looking sheepishly down at the ground,
remembering with embarrassment how he had behaved on the planet's surface.
 
Janeway continued, "We understand that you have special abilities and also
that you are unsure as to where you are.  For your protection and for our own,
we are going to confine you to quarters until Mr. Tuvok, our Chief of
Security, has had a chance to interrogate you."
 
Leia said nothing.  She looked at Janeway; she looked at Tuvok, at B'Elanna,
at Chakotay.  She wondered what sort of place this was where people had never
heard of The Force.
 
Leia was being kept in quarters protected by a magnetic shield. She knew her
abilities weren't developed enough  to deactivate a magnetic field, and even
if she could get out, where would she go? The room was comfortable, she had
everything she needed, and she welcomed the opportunity to talk to Tuvok.
There would perhaps be a useful exchange of information. She was also worried
about what had happened to Han, Luke and the other people on Hoth, but that
was useless worrying.  She didn't even know what had happened to her.
 
Tuvok belonged to a species Leia had never seen but that in no way surprised
her.  The galaxy was populated by thousands of species and she knew there were
many she had never come across.  What interested her about Tuvok was his
spirituality.  She could sense that he was more connected to The Force than
the others on board this ship.
 
Tuvok, for his part, was fascinated by Leia.  Their conversation began not
with a discussion of Empires or planets but with an explanation of The Force -
a concept that Tuvok found consistent with his own views of the universe. Leia
told him she was only a novice but she promised to give him some of the
lessons that Luke had given her.  She also made it clear that there was a
genetic aspect to The Force.  A person had to be born with the ability. She
had it and she was certain that Tuvok had it also.
 
She related to Tuvok that just before she found herself at Chakotay's feet,
she had been at the Rebel base on the planet Hoth. There was a celebration
going on to honor her home planet, which is why she was dressed in her
traditional native costume. Imperial stormtroopers landed by surprise and she
began running towards the escape ships. Another person had been with her - Han
Solo.  She did not know what had happened to him.
 
"Can you tell me which Empire you are referring to?"   
 
"What do you mean, WHICH Empire?  There is only one - the evil Empire that
controls most of the star systems in the galaxy."
 
"Most of the star systems in the galaxy?" 
  
Tuvok repeated her words with absolute astonishment and caught his breath as
he realized this woman was not referring to his own galaxy.  Some strange
twist of space-time had propelled her further than he ever believed possible.
They talked for a few minutes more before Tuvok left. He promised to return
soon and continue the conversation, but his immediate concern was to report
the incredible findings to Janeway.  She thanked him and sat quietly -
gathering The Force around her for the task ahead.
 
Leia was on her bed in the dark recalling all the lovers in her life.  There
had been many - some great, some adequate, some horrible.  Some had given her
moments of supreme pleasure, others had given her only frustration.  These
sexual memories that were a source of comfort during a lonely time also
brought up thoughts of two special men.
 
Han was an agonizing problem for her.  She wanted him more than she had ever
wanted any man.  But his personality mixed with her personality were two
storms trying to subdue each other.  Somehow they never managed to put down
their defenses long enough to connect. One of them was going to have to back
down if they were ever going to be together.  Most days that seemed like an
impossibility.
 
Her mind turned to a new man - Chakotay.  A big smile came across her face as
she remembered their meeting.  This man was going to be fun.  She looked
forward to teasing him and then satisfying him, especially with The Force
growing stronger in her each day. Closing her eyes and letting go of her
conscious self, she allowed her longing for him to flow out of her body.
  
Later that evening someone arrived at her door.  She knew without asking that
it was Chakotay.  Her passion had found him and brought him to her.  The power
of her lust led him into the room where she was on the bed, naked and full of
desire. Jedi mind games were a wonderful way to control a man.
 
Though it was dark in the room, Chakotay knew Leia was waiting for him. He
wasn't sure how he came to be here.  All he knew was that some unknown power
had led him to her and every time he was within 10 feet of this woman he got a
demanding hard-on. She uttered only one word, calling his name, "Chakotay,"
but it was enough to increase his excitement beyond the point of reason. His
penis was large, stiff, and painfully ready for her.  "Leia," he answered,
ready to fling himself on her in a rage of uncontrollable passion.
 
As he approached the bed he had the sensation of unseen hands caressing his
body.
 
"Wouldn't you like to take off your clothes," Leia whispered from the bed,
laughing softly.
 
"I..."  He never finished the sentence.  Leia was manipulating him from the
bed like a remote-control toy.  His shirt flew off; his pants fell down to the
floor and slithered away from underneath his feet. Invisible lips grabbed hold
of his hard penis while a spectral tongue licked and worked its magic.
 
Realizing what was happening, he relaxed and grinned at her; a grin that her
mind was able to see.  His surprise was over and his sense of humor allowed
him to play along. What did she call it? The Force?  Well, it certainly had
its useful moments, but there are limits to even to The Force.
 
"Leia, this feels great, but I'm sure the real thing feels even better."
 
"Oh yes," she sighed, "there is something very real waiting for you on this
bed."
 
He stood next to the bed and took hold of her head by the side- buns, guiding
her mouth to his needy cock.  She eagerly sucked at him while he moved his
fingers around her rolled locks.  Moaning and gasping from the pleasure, he
repeated over and over, "I love your hair."  The more he stroked her buns, the
more energetically she worked on his rigid sex, until she unexpectedly broke
off and pulled him down on top of her.  She was ready for some good fucking.
 
He didn't want to rush entering her; the anticipation would intensify the
result.  She was moaning for him, calling his name and begging to be
penetrated; her clit throbbing and screaming out for a full frontal assault.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he stifled her noises with a kiss,
pushing his tongue in her mouth at the same time as he pushed his fingers into
her dripping wet mound.  She rotated her hips around trying to relieve herself
against his fingers but she needed more.
 
"Please, oh please, Chakotay, please fuck me, please put it in, I need it
hard, I need it big. Oh, I'm dying for it."
 
She was in the throes of agonizing desire. Reaching  down and getting hold of
his swollen cock, she tried to pull him in.  No longer able to resist he
pulled out his fingers and let her hand guide him in.  She let out a scream as
he shoved all the way in; her hands on his buttocks controlling the thrusts.
The enjoyment was delicious, the arousal increasing; both of them were
grunting and getting closer to climax.  Leia needed to come badly.  She was so
juiced up that Chakotay had to work hard to keep from slipping out.
 
At the moment of her orgasm something knocked Chakotay on the head.  Leia was
screaming and things were flying around as if the room was possessed by dozens
of poltergeists.  He recovered enough to join her and ejaculated seconds
before the mattress flipped over and threw the spent lovers off the bed.
 
Lying on the floor, he wrapped his arms around her and felt her heart pounding
in the aftermath.  She was almost asleep from the workout and from the Force
she had expended involuntary.
 
"Leia," he said to her as she drifted off, "next time remind me to wear a
helmet."
 
Han Solo meets Janeway (mf)

                                       
Paris was at the helm. The Captain had advised him to  be particularly alert
for any anomalies or activity. She had also released Leia from detention after
listening to Tuvok's retelling of their conversation. Janeway was convinced
the woman was not a threat and had invited her to sit with the crew on the
Bridge, hoping to cheer her up.  Oddly enough, Leia appeared to Janeway to be
already very cheerful, wearing a grin from bun to bun.

"Captain, the scanners are showing there's an unidentified ship approaching
the planet in a landing trajectory.  It  seems to have come out of nowhere."

"Put it on the screen, Mr. Paris." 

"What the hell is that?" Paris exclaimed, almost to himself.
 
The Bridge crew looked through the viewscreen at a very odd, dilapidated ship.
No one had ever seen a ship of that style before; no one, that is,  except
Leia.

She walked closer to the screen with her heart racing.

"That's the Millennium Falcon.  That's Han Solo's ship.  He's come looking for
me."
 
Leia stared at the viewscreen and Chakotay stared at Leia. Everyone knew about
this Han Solo from Leia's stories of the Rebel Alliance, but Chakotay knew
more.  She had confided in him that Han had never made love to her.  Now
Chakotay knew it was not from lack of interest on Leia's part.  He felt her
heat as she gazed lovingly at the Millennium Falcon.  Jealousy was out of the
question, though; he hadn't been fucking her long enough to be sexually
possessive.

"Can you hail the ship, Mr. Paris?" Janeway asked.

"No, Captain.  It does not seem to have technology compatible with our
transmissions."

Leia was standing next to the helm when she unexpectedly became lightheaded.
She tried to balance herself by leaning against the console but she was
overpowered by her emotions and fainted right into Paris' lap.

"Mr Paris," Janeway teased him, "You have quite an effect on women.  Why don't
you and Tuvok take the Princess to sick bay." She turned to Chakotay,
"Commander, I'd like to check out this planet for myself and I'll need Leia on
the away team to help find Han Solo.  Let me know when she's recovered.  It'll
be just the three of us beaming down."
     
The next day Leia had recovered enough to accompany the away team. Chakotay
tried to instruct her in the elementary use of a tricorder, but every time she
touched the instrument the readings went haywire.

"You need a few more lessons in The Force, Princess," Chakotay said to her,
laughing affectionately.  "You're going to kill me and destroy every piece of
equipment on Voyager."

Leia laughed back at him as they walked together to the transporter room to
meet the Captain.

Later, after beaming down, the team decided to split up to search for Han
Solo. An unspoken communication passed between Chakotay and Leia. Janeway
could sense it, but said nothing.

"Leia and I will check out those small hills where I first encountered her.
Perhaps we can locate the original entry point."

"Fine," Janeway agreed, "I'll continue to take tricorder readings in this
area."

After a few minutes Janeway decided there was nothing interesting in the area
she was checking and began walking over to the hills where Chakotay had taken
Leia.  She didn't bother to signal, figuring she would keep taking tricorder
readings until she met up with them.  As she approached the small knoll she
caught sight of the couple from the side, at close enough range to view every
detail.  Leia was kneeling in front of Chakotay, holding his big cock in her
hand, licking it wildly.  Chakotay had been gripping her  buns when he pushed
himself completely into her mouth and came convulsively, his body shaking as
he shot deep down Leia's throat.  In the death-like stillness of the planet,
Janeway could hear his orgasmic cries.

Certain they hadn't seen her, Janeway turned and ran as far as she could get
before her legs gave out. She was both sickened and aroused, feeling weak as a
hot dampness grew between her legs. She recognized the sensation for what it
was - she was horny.  She wished it was her with Chakotay, but that could
never be.  She would never allow herself a sexual relationship with any member
of the crew.  It would undermine her authority and make the rest of the trip
home unbearable.  But she was only human and getting enough sex had never been
a problem until Voyager got flung into the Delta Quadrant.  She pictured
herself as a Flying Dutchman, destined to spend the rest of her life wandering
the galaxy, celibate and frustrated. No! the little voice in her head yelled
back, Somewhere, on some planet, there is a man for you, if only for a night
here and there. Be patient....

She pulled herself together and noticed that she had wandered almost a mile
from that knoll and was in unfamiliar territory. She could communicate with
Chakotay via the comm badge but she had no intention of doing that until she
was sure he was finished with Leia. Instead, she went back to the boring
business of taking tricorder readings.

She had been taking readings for a few minutes when the tricorder unexpectedly
registered a humanoid life form directly behind her. Turning around, her first
reaction was that her prayers had been answered. She was looking directly in
the face of the handsomest man she had ever seen.  The fact that he was aiming
one of those blasters at her in no way interrupted her hungry staring.  She
wondered why he didn't move or speak until she realized that her tricorder was
pointed menacingly in his direction as if it were a weapon.

This must be the infamous Han Solo, she said to herself. It was clear to
Janeway why Leia fainted at the mere thought of him; he was a gorgeous
specimen. For a few brief seconds she let her fantasies soar and the familiar
heat returned between her legs. She had to shake herself loose from the
reverie and remember that this dazzling man might blast her into oblivion.
 
Janeway let Solo make the first move.  She was in no mood that day to get
killed.

"OK, just put the weapon down", he said motioning with his free hand, "and
nobody will get hurt."


"It's not a weapon," she answered him calmly, "and I know who you are.  You're
Han Solo and I assure you that you're in no danger from me."

"How do you know who I am?"

"Because Princess Leia is a passenger on my ship and we have both been
searching for you since we saw the Millennium Falcon land on this planet."

He looked at her in total shock, letting the hand holding the blaster fall to
his side. "Leia? Leia is on your ship?" he said anxiously.

Janeway took a step towards him.

"Hold it right there, sister!"  he said, regaining his composure and raising
the blaster back in Janeway's face, "Who the hell are you and what are you
doing with Leia?"

"I assure you, Mr. Solo, you have nothing to fear from me.  In fact, The
Princess is on this planet as we speak.  I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the
United Federation of Planets and my ship is the Voyager..."

"United what?"  Solo was more than slightly confused and not about to put down
his weapon until he was sure about this woman.

"Just take me to Leia right now," he said, waving the blaster at Janeway. Solo
did not like the looks of the uniform she was wearing and he wasn't totally
buying her story. He had to admit to himself, though, that the body inside the
uniform was pretty decent and he liked the hairdo - nice bun.

She slowly moved her hand to the comm badge, trying not to startle Solo.
"Commander Chakotay,  please get a lock on my coordinates and have Voyager
beam you and Leia directly here. I have found Han Solo"

She smiled her most seductive smile at Solo and said in the nicest way she
knew how, almost cooing, "they'll be right here."

Seconds later Chakotay and Leia materialized. Chakotay's clothes were a little
askew and Leia's buns were starting to come apart, but Solo didn't notice.  He
was overjoyed to see her.

"Leia!"

"Han!"

Janeway was expecting to see them leap into each other's arms and kiss
passionately.  Instead, she and Chakotay were treated to repartee that was
like two old married people fighting.

"You idiot!  This is some pathetic rescue attempt, as usual. Couldn't you have
at least fixed up that heap of scrap metal you call a ship?"

"Well, excuse me, Your HIGHNESS.  I was in kind of a hurry to get here before
your ass was toasted by the Imperial stormtroopers. Thanks for the warm
welcome, your WORSHIP."

Chakotay and Janeway exchanged incredulous glances.

"Shut up, Han.  Just get moving on figuring out how to get us out of here."

Janeway short-circuited this nonsense, "I think it's time for everyone to
return to Voyager and sort things out.  Four to beam up, Mr. Paris."

"Now wait a minute, I'm not going anywhere until ..." Solo started to say as
he vanished into a transport beam.

It took several days to settle Solo into the ship's routine.  He was giving
everyone a hard time and being obstinate about sharing information.  Leia and
Solo continue to fight like two alley cats; providing hours of unintentional
entertainment for the crew. Tuvok did his best to control the altercations
since every time Leia got angry some piece of Voyager would come loose and fly
around. Finally Janeway had enough information to speculate on what had
brought these strangers to the planet, and she called a breakfast
brainstorming meeting.

Tuvok gave the first report.  "Apparently, Han Solo was behind Princess Leia
when she disappeared into some kind of immense portal on the planet Hoth.
Rather than follow her on foot, he flew his ship through the portal in an
attempt to retrieve her. He was very fortunate that random quantum shiftings
of the entrance put him in orbit around this planet rather than crashing him
directly onto the surface."

Captain Janeway put on her "Science Officer" hat and dropped her bombshell. "I
believe the portal is to a parallel universe.  It is the only explanation for
why these two people are completely human, speak English, yet apparently live
in a totally alien galaxy. If the portal is still on the planet, it should not
be difficult to return them both."

Everyone agreed and it was decided that searching for the portal could be done
very effectively from the ship using Voyager's sophisticated sensors. B'Elanna
was given the assignment of putting together a team to locate the portal.

"Meanwhile," Janeway said, trying to look very nonchalant, "I will continue
Han Solo's interrogation in my quarters this afternoon. I think he might offer
more information in a relaxed setting."


B'Elanna gave Chakotay an "is she kidding?" look and everyone but Janeway saw
Tuvok's telling raised eyebrow.

It had been quite some time since Janeway had attempted a seduction.  She was
at least 10 years older than Solo but, all things considered, her body had
held up fairly well.  She examined herself naked in front of the mirror- no
ugly bumps of fat, breasts still firm, no flabby flesh hanging down.  She felt
confident that she could get him interested enough to jump-start, and  given a
little bit to work with, she knew how to milk the rest out of a man.  She
smiled a wicked little smile to herself as she imagined her crew seeing what a
temptress their Captain could become.  Putting her uniform back on (without
underwear this time), she signaled Tuvok to bring Solo to her quarters, and
tingled with delightful anticipation. A chance like this was not going to come
along every day in the gloomy Delta Quadrant.

A few minutes later Tuvok was escorting the intended victim into Janeway's
quarters.

"Tuvok," Janeway said, nervously reaching up and patting her bun, "Try not to
signal me unless it's an emergency. I really don't think interrogations should
be interrupted.  It's so hard to pick up where you left off."

"Understood, Captain." Tuvok answered, leaving the room with the doors sliding
closed behind him.  If Tuvok hadn't been a Vulcan, he would have been rolling
on the floor by now, laughing hysterically.  Instead, he returned quietly to
his duties. He did not consider it his concern what the Captain did with this
man, or any man.

Solo found his own way to the couch, kicked off his boots and stretched out,
obviously very relaxed.

"Well, Han, how are you today?"  Janeway asked him with a big smile.  To
herself she was saying, be calm, don't look anxious, don't stare at the
outline of his cock (oh, it looks big), don't be scary,  be cool.

She sat down next to him on the couch.

"I'm fine, Captain" he said, and for no apparent reason added, "you know, I
really like your hair."  He reached out and touched her bun, setting off a
heavy wet flow between her legs.  Janeway had to struggle to keep from
flinging herself on him.

"Why, thank you," she said, "How about some coffee?"  She got up and walked,
with difficulty, to the replicator.  She couldn't think of a better reason to
use up a ration than what was waiting on the couch.

Solo smiled behind her back. Is she for real? He could tell instantly what was
going on and what she had in mind.  NO problem, he thought to himself.  He
wasn't getting any from Leia and this Captain Janeway was a decent looking
woman. He could feel the arousal starting.

Janeway walked back with two cups of coffee, and bending down to hand one to
Solo she almost spilled the other all over his lap. His erection was saluting
her through his pants.  She sat down, trembling and at a loss for words.

"I think the coffee can wait." he said, setting down his cup and taking hers
away also.  He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer; so close
she could feel his hot breath.

If he kisses me, I'm going to faint, she thought.  He did kiss her but she
didn't faint; instead she realized there was definitely something to be said
in favor of pure lust, unimpeded by emotional baggage or attachments.  Solo,
for his part, was a Grand Master of recreational screwing. He liked to give
and take carnal enjoyment, and always appreciated a nice 'Thank you'
afterwards.
 
Both of them being of the same mind, they plunged headlong into it.  Solo
slipped his hands under the top part of her uniform, caressing and squeezing
her breasts until the nipples were as hard as his cock.  He pulled the garment
over her head and then went to work on her pants, only slightly surprised that
she had nothing on underneath. He'd seen that maneuver before.

While he was busy with her clothes, Janeway was very quickly reaching an
unstoppable level of lecherous appetite. She ripped open his shirt and pressed
herself against his hard muscles; at the same time reaching down into his
pants for the main course. She was not disappointed by what she found.  A big
hard cock already covered with a juicy film.  Freeing it up from its confines
she stroked it gently with her hand and lapped up the seeping clear fluid with
her tongue. She couldnt take her eyes off his erect penis. It was magnificent;
thick and long with a big rosy head.  Solo closed his eyes and let the
exquisite feeling wash over him as she worked it.  Very quickly, however, her
pulsating clit was demanding relief and she was torn between wanting to watch
him come and wanting to get it into herself as soon as possible.

Releasing him for a moment, she leaned back on the couch and moaned
desperately. He reached down between her legs and felt the creamy wetness, an
indication that she needed something very badly and very quickly.  Pushing her
down onto the couch, he spread her legs apart and whispered to her,  "Kathryn,
I'm going to fuck you now, fuck you very hard."

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as he thrust into her; the pleasure so intense that
she had her first orgasm almost immediately.

A second later a voice was heard...

"Captain, this is Torres.  Please respond."

Janeway and Solo both came to a dead halt. She had to force herself to stop
quivering so she could point to the floor.

"See that little badge over there on my uniform," she said to him as softly as
possible, "please hand it to me...quietly"  He did as she asked; giving it to
her along with a big wet kiss.

"Torres," she said, holding back her emotions as much as possible, "this
better be DAMN important."

"Captain, we've located the portal.  We need you on the bridge immediately."

"I'll be there in a few minutes.  Janeway out."

Janeway rolled her eyes and clenched her teeth. Solo got the hint and
disconnected himself from her. "This is not exactly fun for me either," he
said with a playful frown, emphasizing his agony by placing her hand on his
unrelieved erection.

Janeway's years of military discipline were a big help in getting herself
pulled together and dressed quickly. The training, however, did nothing to
take away the bitter disappointment. She'd have to salvage what she could.

"Look, I don't know how long this will take.  Let's just agree to meet here
again tonight - late.  Around midnight.  I'll be waiting for you.  OK?"

He nodded to her.

With that, she hurried off... 

The Bun Maneuver


Janeway showed up on the Bridge in an fitfully bad mood, with just enough
patience to hear what B'Elanna and Chakotay had to say about the portal.  It
was good news. The location had been identified and the portal was showing
every indication of remaining stable for at least another 24 hours.  There
should be no problem flying the Millennium Falcon back through to the other
side.  Leia and Solo, of course, would have to take their chances as to what
would be waiting for them but there was no other choice.

"We're setting up the fly-through attempt to be ready in about two hours."
B'Elanna said.

"No!" Janeway countermanded forcefully, "I'd rather wait until morning. 0800
hours will be fine. Lieutenant Torres, please see to it that Mr. Solo knows
the plans; I'll speak to the Princess.  You have the Bridge, Commander."
Without any explanation as to why she preferred to wait or where she was
going, the Captain walked off the Bridge.
 
Solo was killing time waiting for midnight, wandering around until, almost by
accident, he found himself at Leia's quarters. He debated with himself whether
messing around with that horny Captain would ruin any hope of getting Leia,
but decided it wouldn't since Leia never seemed to care what he did. In any
case, it would all be over by tomorrow morning when he and Leia returned to
Hoth. As he stood by her door he spied her walking down the hall and jumped in
front of her, blocking the entrance.

"Well, hello PRINCESS, Would you like to invite me inside for a late lunch?
I'm veerrry hungry."  He leered at her, smacking his lips almost obscenely.

"Drop dead, Han.  You really know how to annoy me. Why don't you go find
something useful to do.  Like sticking your head out an air lock."

"Come on now Leia, you think I'm irresistible, don't you."

"You know, Han, you keep saying that and it's not getting you anywhere, so why
don't you just give it up."

"I don't think so, not this time."  He threw his arms around her but she
managed to wiggle out of his clutches just as Chakotay was walking around the
bend.

"Han, get lost. I'm busy," she said, grabbing an astonished Chakotay by the
shirt and planting a kiss on his mouth as her hand pushed the bulge of his
genitals.

Solo laughed to himself, wondering how many times she was going to repeat the
same stupid stunt. She already played that number with Luke.  It wasn't
convincing then and it wouldn't convince him now.

Except this time he WAS convinced.  Chakotay was not Luke Skywalker. He didn't
care that Solo was watching.  He responded to Leia's touches by rubbing her
breasts with his hands and ramming his swelling penis against her.  Still
locked in the kiss, Chakotay opened the door to her quarters and the two
disappeared inside, leaving Solo standing in the hall with his mouth open, in
shock.

Solo knew it was his own fault. As much as he felt like punching his fist down
this Chakotay's throat, he blamed only himself for driving Leia to this point.
What was wrong with him?  She was having sex with every X-Wing pilot in the
Alliance, but had refused all his advances. The hell with her, he said to
himself, she's not the only woman in the universe.  Maybe he should tell her
about his "appointment" with the Captain this evening.  That might shake her
up a bit.

Meanwhile, inside her quarters, Leia was suddenly not in such a sexy mood. The
whole episode with Han had disturbed her. What was she doing with Chakotay?
She could have Han but some obstinate streak in her messed up every time.

"Chakotay, I'm not feeling well right now," she lied.  "Please, come back
tonight - around midnight.  I'll be waiting for you in bed."

Chakotay could see something was wrong, and not knowing the cause, he left her
with a kiss and a promise to be back. He was going to miss her very much when
she was gone.

After stalling a few minutes, Leia decided to risk leaving her room.  She
wanted to walk around and expend some nervous energy but she didn't want to
meet up with either Chakotay or Solo. She couldn't deal with male nonsense at
the moment.

Seeing the coast was clear she set off in no particular direction and ran
smack into Captain Janeway.  Over the past few days Janeway had developed a
sort of "motherly" attachment to Leia, and was feeling a bit guilty about
fooling around with Solo.  She didn't have to be psychic to know that beneath
all the bickering there was real affection hiding, waiting to get out.  But,
she rationalized, all's fair in love and war and Leia had been fucking
Chakotay, anyway.

Putting her arm around Leia, Janeway tried the buddy approach. "I was on my
way to the ship's hair salon.  Would you like to join me."

"The hair salon?" Leia said, looking puzzled.

"Princess, I don't know how things are in your galaxy," she said smiling at
Leia, "but in this galaxy some of us have to get our hair cut once in a
while."  Leia couldn't help laughing and agreed to tag along; she didn't have
anything better to do.

They were early for the appointment and Pierre, the hairdresser, treated
everyone as equals.  You had to wait your turn no matter what your rank. While
they were sitting, Janeway asked Leia if she found it annoying dealing with
those big complicated buns everyday; she herself had enough trouble with just
her own little regulation bun.

The floodgates were open; Leia spilled her guts to her new friend Kathryn.

"These buns are a royal pain.  I've only been wearing them on Voyager because
Chakotay loves them so much.  He's visiting me tonight and I sometimes think
his motto is: No Buns, No Boff." She regretted saying that as soon as the
words were out; she hoped the Captain didn't think she was crude.

Janeway didn't even notice Leia's language.  She was thinking about Solo and
the Princess leaving tomorrow and decided it was time for total honesty. She
told Leia about her own plans for the night.  Leia was upset, not by Solo's
behavior, but by her stupidity in letting him slip away time after time. It
became clear to the women as they talked that both would prefer to be with the
other's lover for the evening.

Suddenly Leia's face lit up and she grabbed Janeway's shoulders, looking deep
into her eyes. Sparks of The Force flowed from her fingers down Janeway's
back.
 
"Kathryn, switch places with me tonight.  All we have to do is exchange
hairdos.  Chakotay and I hardly ever talk - you won't have to say anything. If
you have the lights off he won't know the difference as long as he can feel
the buns.  And I'll finally get to be with Han; I don't care if he thinks I'm
someone else."

It took just a few seconds of silent deliberation for Janeway to decide that
this ridiculous scheme might actually work, and the chance to spend a night
with Chakotay was worth the risk.

"YES," Janeway said to Leia, anticipation overflowing in her voice. "Let's do
it. Try to sneak out of my room before morning and meet me in the Ready Room.
But whatever happens tonight, you and Han must beam down to the Millennium
Falcon by 0800 tomorrow morning.  B'Elanna has arranged for you to go back
through the portal."
 
The deal was made. The women sealed the pack with a hug, each wishing the
other luck. Leia was beside her self with joy. She'd get a night with Han and
then a chance to go home and set things right.  Janeway arranged for them, on
her signal, to be internally beamed out of the hair salon into each others
quarters; there to wait in hiding for the denouement of the grand plan.

Pierre walked into the waiting room. "Madame Captain, you are next, s'il vous
plait."

Janeway and Leia both smiled mysteriously at Pierre, who responded with a
quizzical expression.  "Mesdames, is something wrong?"

"Pierre," Janeway said as the two women walked together into the cutting room,
"I've got a very special job for you today."

At midnight, Chakotay arrived at Leia's quarters and let himself in.  The room
was totally dark but he found his way to the bed. He was too sexually aroused
by the thought of Leia to worry about whether the lights were on or off.  Leia
never talked much during sex so he wasn't expecting a conversation; he just
reached out for the buns. As soon as he felt those big round orbs of hair his
erection got rock hard. Slipping out of his clothes he climbed on the bed and
spent a few minutes with the usual foreplay before positioning himself between
her legs.

So far, so good; the kissing and caressing had been marvelous but Janeway was
still very nervous that Chakotay would sense something different and discover
her.  She had no intentions of ever telling him about this deception, at least
not until they were home and she was no longer his CO. Although anxious, she
was extremely aroused and dripping from expectation. As she bent her knees,
she placed her feet by his hips to signal her readiness for penetration, and
waited impatiently for the thrill of the first thrust.

Instead, Chakotay leaned over her and whispered, "Come on Leia, do it; you
know what I like."

OH NO!, Janeway thought to herself in a panic. What? Do what?  Give me a
clue... Leia hadn't mentioned anything. Then her mind flashed back to the
scene she had witnessed in the rocky knoll. Yes!
 
She sat up and gently took hold of his throbbing hard penis with her lips.

"Leia, oh that's nice..., Leia, I really want to hear about your world and the
Rebel Alliance...  I.... oh, yes... Oh..., I want to know more about the Force
and...hmmmmm...."

Crap!  Janeway thought to herself as she worked his dick with her tongue. With
the real Leia he never says a word.  With me he wants to have a philosophical
discussion.  Janeway wondered if Leia used some kind of Jedi mind trick to
keep Chakotay quiet during sex.  In any case that was not an option for her
and she couldn't suck on him all night.  Eventually she was going to have to
find other, more creative, ways to keep her mouth busy.

So far Janeway's romantic evening with Chakotay was not working out as she had
expected.  She decided to take charge of the situation and turn it to her
advantage. The cock-sucking was just not doing it for her. He was too distant.
What she wanted was to feel his strong body against hers and have him touch
and arouse her. She let go of his penis (did she detect a sigh of
disappointment?) and worked her mouth up his body with kisses. When he tried
to ask a question she quickly pressed her lips against his and rubbed whatever
was available (a hand, a leg) against his erection.
 
She kissed his neck; she gave him a butterfly kiss on the eyelid; she put her
tongue in his ear; she dipped her fingers into her cream and let him suck it
off... When she kissed his nipple she moved her hand to his testicles and got
one finger in his rectum.  That drove him wild.  All thought of conversation
was gone.  He moved his hands all over her body and gave her back as many
kisses as she had given him.  Janeway knew she could relax and let their
bodies' natural instincts take over.  Chakotay had moved on to a higher level
of sexual readiness.  Even working in complete darkness he could tell what she
needed.  Janeway was also ready for more.  She maneuvered herself underneath
him on her hands and knees, and wisely thinking ahead, she placed a few
pillows by her face.

He got into position behind her and place the tip of his penis right by the
opening. She clenched her fists and drove her face into the pillows.  The
moment he thrust in she let go a scream that was completely muffled.  Each
thrust brought on another cry concealed by the pillows.  She was finding it
increasingly hard to breath but the lack of oxygen was heightening her
arousal. After just a few minutes, she came so hard her contractions almost
knocked him off but he stayed on long enough to finish, shooting far inside
her.

She collapsed almost instantly into sleep, partly from the climax and partly
from  near-suffocation.
        
Chakotay wondered why nothing was flying around. Leia's orgasms usually sent
at least one piece of furniture on a spin around the room.  Maybe she'd
finally gotten that Force thing under control. He wrapped his arms around the
woman next to him in bed and drifted off to sleep.

Janeway woke up a few hours later and seeing that Chakotay was fast asleep,
she slowly got out of bed, got dressed (undoing the buns), and left.  She
intended to spend the rest of the night having dreams of contentment in her
Ready Room.
 
Solo entered Janeway's quarters and thought it was odd that the room was pitch
black.  Maybe she's developed a sudden case of modesty, he said, jokingly, to
himself.  As he started walking towards the bed he tripped over something hard
and sharp.

"Oh, shit!" he yelled in pain. "Would you mind, Kathryn, if I turned on a
light?  I can't see a damn thing."

Leia was expecting this.  The force of her mind erased the need to see by
guiding him to the bed. Her mental control made him forget everything except
getting undressed and satisfying her sexual desire. She commanded him
telepathically, "Han, smell my passion. Taste my longing for you."

He threw himself like a madman onto the bed and dove immediately and hungrily
into her damp mound, flicking her excited clit with his tongue.  His hands
were on the tops of her thighs, holding the legs apart as she rocked with ever
increasing delight.  The Force she released stroked his swollen cock, causing
it to drip on the bed with the fluids of his own arousal. To Solo it felt as
if tiny pleasure points were vibrating throughout his body. As Leia got closer
to climax, she was unable to control her frantic cries.

"Oh Han, Oh yes, yes... Han, that feels soooo good."

When Solo heard her voice, he abruptly stopped and lifted his head.

"NO," she begged, trying to push his head back down, "Don't stop. DON'T STOP
NOW."
     
"Leia?  Leia, is that you?"

She knew it was too late. The mind link was gone.  He had discovered her
identity.

"Yes, Han. It's me.  It's Leia."

He was feeling so many things at the same time that his brain was close to
overload.  Where was Kathryn?  What was Leia doing in Kathryn's bed?  In a
sudden flash of understanding he realized that Leia was here because she
wanted him. He didn't ask for an explanation; he didn't need to hear any
words.  He moved himself beside her in the bed and pulled her close. It was
not everyday that Han Solo was overcome by his own emotions.

Leia, however, wanted to talk.  She needed to break the awkward silence.

"Well," she said with a sigh, "I guess it's obvious now how I feel about you."

"You love me, don't you?"

"I suppose so."

"I know."

She threw him over onto his back, yelling and laughing at the same time, "Why
you conceited son-of-a-bitch!  I'll show you who's in charge here."

"Show me Leia" he said, smiling in the dark. "I'm dying for you to show me."

She mounted herself on top of his still very erect penis and with a wave of
her hand turned on the lights.

"Good trick."  He said, teasing.

"I have more."  She answered, teasing back.

She sat completely upright on him, pressing her buttocks down so that his
penis went straight up to the tip of her womb.  It was an exquisite feeling.
She rode him slowly for a few minutes and then leaned over and kissed him.

"I want to see your face when you come." she said in a passionate whisper.

Just hearing Leia say those words pushed him over the edge. She watched as his
face distorted into a silent scream, his mouth wide open.  Squeezing her
thighs tight enough to leave welts, he arched his back and ejaculated into her
like a explosion.  She could feel the movement deep inside and let out a soft
groan for him, collapsing by his side.  The Force could do many things but it
couldn't revive a man after such an orgasm.  She just curled up next to him
and hoped someone would wake them in time. There would be many other nights.

"Commander Chakotay, this is the Captain.  Please report to the Bridge
immediately"
 
Janeway was laughing inside at the thought of Chakotay waking up in a panic
and finding himself alone.  She had spent a delightful night in the Ready
Room; reliving everything again and again in her mind. She had also gone in
person to get Solo and Leia.  When Leia didnt show up in the Ready Room,
Janeway deduced that somehow the two had resolved their differences and stayed
together the whole night. When she found them in the morning, she knew she had
been right, and now the happy couple was looking forward to returning to their
own world.

Chakotay burst onto the Bridge.  He wanted to take Leia aside and ask what the
hell had happened to her but there was no time. The whole Bridge crew had
already assembled.  He shook hands with Solo and from Leia he got a smile and
a knowing wink. As the group walked to the transporter room, Chakotay noticed
that Janeway's hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and was slightly
disheveled. He had never seen her looking like that.

"Did you have a rough night, Captain?" he asked playfully.  
 
She just smiled at him.


                 -  The End -   




