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We're What Now?
by Djinn
Seven
walked into Shaw's office, set his favorite muffin down in front of him, and
pulled a chair over to face his desk. "You look concerned."
"Am
I reading this right? We have to pretend to be married?" Shaw glared at
her like it was her fault.
"I
didn't write the mission parameters." She leaned back and put her feet on
his desk. The Manlu sounded like nice people. Into romance and sex, and rich
with resources—like an obscene amount of dilithium—but resources they sold only
to likeminded souls.
"Hansen,
so help me God. My desk is a temple and your feet have been who knows
where."
When
she didn't move her feet, he leaned over and pushed them hard, knocking her
back enough that the chair went over but she managed to get clear before it hit
the ground. "Almost got me that time."
"Someday."
"Yeah,
yeah."
"This
is bullshit," he said, running his hand through his hair as he read more.
She
got the chair resettled and yelled out to the not terribly startled bridge
crew, "I'm all right. Don't fall all over yourself running in here to help
me."
"We
won't, Commander Seven." La Forge did walk over though. "You two make
it kind of hard to concentrate on our jobs. Comm us if you need a referee or,
you know, lube for when you make up." She closed the door.
"Do
you think they respect us?" Seven asked. "I don't think she needs to
bring up lube like that. No one every brought up lube to Janeway."
"Who
cares? Can't I pretend to be married to Ohk? She actually likes me."
"Or
she's just better at pretending." She moved around the desk and straddled
him. "I don't have to like you to be married to you. Plenty of people who
are married dislike each other." She leaned in and gently bit his lip,
pulling it just enough to drive him nuts.
He
drew her in for a very long kiss, then pushed her off his lap. "Would you
be serious? I can't pretend to be married to you when I already am
married to you."
"I
know but it's only been for a few days and nobody knows about it. And we didn't
mean to get married. I didn't know that green stuff was absinthe or that they
did weddings in the back room of the bar without first checking blood alcohol
level."
"I
don't know what was worse, the hangover or waking up with you as my ball and
chain."
She
tipped up his chin. "Yes, you do. A hangover wears off. I don't."
"You
sure don't." He grinned at her and pulled her back onto his lap.
"It's not that I regret that we're married. But there's a shitload of
paperwork we need to do if we don't get it annulled within thirty days. I mean
Starfleet knows these things happen—missions get wacky."
"Mmm
hmmm." She was undoing his trousers and only halfway listening. "Well
on the plus side, we won't be lying when we tell the Manlu we're married."
"You
always find the silver lining." He stopped her hands. "How many times
do I have to tell you. What do you say before you do that?"
"Computer,
lock doors."
"There's
my careful girl. Safety first. Even if it's just to our reputation."
"La
Forge mentioned lube. I think it's far too late for our reputations."
"Yeah,
well, you're worth it." He pulled her shirt up and unsnapped her bra with
one hand and went to town the way she liked. Soon his hands were creeping under
her pants and underwear.
She
gave up trying to get his pants undone. Once he got started on her, he was a
man who always followed through. It was one reason she wasn't in a rush to get
their marriage annulled.
The
fact that he was gorgeous and whip smart, took no shit from her without giving
it right back, and cried at cute animal videos were also factors.
Plus
she just really, really liked him. And he made her laugh.
Although
right now the noises he was bringing out of her were more moans than laughter. He
had his hand over her mouth to keep her from being too loud as she came and
then just held her for a moment, kissing her neck gently, before saying,
"Okay, let's get these pants off."
She
loved days that started with those words.
##
"I
know I don't have to tell you two to bury whatever differences you might
have." Janeway glared at both of them through the terminal screen.
"Have
you been bitching to her again about me?" Shaw wanted to wink at Seven,
but Janeway missed nothing.
"The
admiral has met you, Shaw. She already completely understands."
"She's
also met you, Hansen. And saddled me with you. Thanks, by the way,
Admiral."
"Oh,
you two. If you'd just for one minute stop to smell the coffee, you'd realize
you're an excellent command team. But back to the mission." She suddenly
giggled and brushed something offscreen away.
"Chakotay?"
he murmured to Seven.
"Probably."
Seven could not have sounded more annoyed.
"Jealous?"
He was really hoping the answer was no. He was smitten with her even if he'd be
damned if he'd say "I love you" first.
"If
she is, it's news to me," came a male voice from offscreen.
"Shhh.
Everyone. As I was saying, the Manlu have turned away others for sending
officers in who weren't sufficiently in love. I suggest you two give a very
clear message."
"Why
send us if you want two people in love? Why not send you and the Chucklehead
you won't let on camera?" Shaw heard Seven snicker and grinned.
"I'm
a bit busy to do this kind of mission." Her expression was like durasteel.
"Also
we don't want to."
"Also
that. Good luck, you two."
Once
the screen went dead, he pulled Seven into his arms and said, "She knows
we're together, doesn't she? Why else would she send us to something this
important?"
"She
so does. How?"
"Does
it matter? I'm sort of psyched we get to actually act like we dig each other in
freakin' public."
"Agreed."
##
The
Manlu were insanely nice. Seven could feel herself relaxing just listening to
them speak.
They
were shown pools they could swim in, buffets of all kinds of yummy food, a
place for couple's massage, and then they were taken to their room.
"We
must warn you," the head of the Manlu delegation said, "we have
become sadly quite accustomed to outsiders trying to pretend to be together
merely to secure our dilithium. We know because they see this and their faces
fall." He pointed to a door on the far side of the bedroom. "Open
it."
Shaw
did and a light came on—a red light. He looked around, his mouth open, and said
softly, "Holy fucking shit." Then he held out his hand for her, and
she took it and let him pull her to the doorway.
"You
gave us a playroom." She walked in, imagining herself or Shaw on the
various devices/furniture. "Uh, I don't think this one matches our
anatomy."
He
walked over and tilted his head. "Well, if you were kind of restrained
sideways you could..." He demonstrated with a thrust.
"Ohhhh.
Huh. Wouldn't you get a cramp doing that? It's kind of tall."
He
looked around till he found a lever that lowered the thing. "Where's an
engineer when you need one? Right here, that's where." He rubbed his hands
together. "This is going to be so much fun."
The
Manlu were grinning at them. "Our formal discussions don't begin until
tomorrow afternoon. Please avail yourselves of the pools, food and of course
this room."
"Oh,
we may not leave this room."
"In
that case, you room has a replicator." They pulled aside a piece of art to
reveal the hidden replicator.
"Fancy
schmancy." Shaw gave her an almost predatory smile. "What do you say,
darling? Do you want to swim or use the playroom?"
She
shot him a look that meant he was an idiot. Pools were everyday but how often
did you get a whole sex playroom attached to your bedroom?
Could
they do that on the ship if they cut a hole in the shared wall between their
quarters to create a door?
"We'll
see you tomorrow, then." The Manlu left them.
"Oh,
Baby, where do we start first?" He pulled her to him and kissed her
soundly. "Safe word is?"
"Chakotay
sucks."
He
sighed theatrically. "You need to let that go."
"I
will when 'Picard sucks' stops being yours."
"Fine.
Safe words established. Let's play."
##
Shaw
was very happy to see that the chairs they would be sitting in for the
discussion were extensively padded. Seven had gone a little hard on him when
she'd had him restrained over the switching post.
Not
that he'd minded at the time. But they hadn't thought about bringing a
regenerator with them.
She
was moving a little gingerly too. That sideways thingamajig had been amazing
orgasm wise but ultimately they'd both pulled muscles using it.
He
held her hand as they walked to the table and the head of the delegation
smirked at them. "It is wonderful to see such true love. And lust,
apparently."
"MMmmmm,"
was all Seven said, but she was smiling like the cat who got the canary.
He
loved that look on her. He leaned forward, "I'm authorized to tell you
that Starfleet is eager to get things rolling as quickly as possible." He
leaned in even closer and lowered his voice for the head of the delegation
alone. "But the missus and I sure would hate to leave before we've tried
all the toys in the playroom, if you get my drift?"
"Loud
and clear, Captain Shaw. It is a shame we won't be able to see eye to eye for
at least three...?" He laughed when Shaw nodded. "Three days."
"Any
more than that and we're liable to do permanent injury to ourselves."
"Well,
you can always come back on vacation. The playrooms are standard in our
homes."
"Mmmmm,"
Seven said. "Standard."
The
head of the delegation passed a padd to Shaw. "These are our terms."
"They
look reasonable. Too bad it's going to take us so long to actually sign the
trade treaty."
"Indeed.
I am afraid my delegation and I must now retire from the negotiation table in a
huff. Enjoy your day." He winked and clapped sharply.
Everyone
got up and left.
Then
one of them ran back and handed them both regenerators. "Just in case you
want to start a session fresh."
"Oh,
you are the best hosts ever." He held up the regenerator. "Your turn
on the switching post, my angel. And maybe we can master that sideways thing.
"Mmmmm,"
was her only response.
##
Seven
was sitting on a two-person lounger holding hands with Liam when his
communicator buzzed.
He
lazily hit it and said, "Shaw here."
"We
have a signed treaty." Janeway sounded annoyed. "Why are you still
with the Manlu?"
"Honeymoon."
He looked at her and made a sheepish face, then mouthed, "Okay to
tell?"
She
nodded.
"I
beg your pardon. I thought you said 'honeymoon.'"
"Yep,
see, we actually did get married a few days before you sent us on this mission.
I know an annulment is easy but we errr had to consummate for this mission, so
that's out."
"You
can still get it annulled—this is Starfleet, not the Vatican."
"But
you never know when this kind of situation may come up again and you need a
married pair of captain and first officer."
"Pretty
much never comes up, Captain Shaw. How serious are you being?"
He
looked at Seven, a question in his eyes—but also the affection she really
enjoyed and that he was letting out more and more on this mission.
She
mouthed, "Tell her very."
His
smile was lovely, and he touched her cheek as he said, "Serious as a heart
attack, ma'am."
"You
realize I could just separate you two."
"Or..."
"Oh,
do not start with your endless 'Or's,' Liam Shaw. I heard enough of those when
we were in the Academy."
"You
were the best squadron leader a plebe could want."
"Buttering
me up will get you nowhere. Where is Seven on all this? Seven?"
"Here."
"You
actually want to be married to this bozo?"
"He's
a delightfully inventive bozo. We can keep it a secret if that's easier."
"Yes,
it is easier. You keep two rooms but if you want to carve out a door between
the two, don't tell me about it."
Seven
started to dance in the chair, mouthing, "Playroom, playroom,
playroom."
Shaw
was trying not to laugh as he said, "Okay, ma'am, mum's the word. And the
paperwork? I hate to not be current on that."
"I'll
set Tom Paris on the paperwork. I'm sure he can come up with a creative reason
why you two need to be secretly married."
"Give
Tom our love," Seven said.
"I'm
a little busy giving him mine."
She
and Liam just looked at each other. He mouthed, "Really?" And she
shrugged.
"Oh,
that was a joke. Sort of." Janeway laughed in a not at all uncomfortable
manner. "You'd think two people who'd made such free use of the Manlu
playroom wouldn't be shocked by a little swinging."
"You
know about that...how?" Liam's voice went very high.
"That's
for me to know and you to find out if I ever need to blackmail you. And may I
say you two look exquisite together. We're having a great deal of fun using
your sex tapes as, well, mood starters."
"Fuck
me," Liam muttered.
"Oh,
I would like to. But Seven's not into sharing. Curious for a hive creature
but..."
"Human
now." She rolled her eyes. "Your fault that I am."
"Yes,
yes, I'm horrible. I know. All right, you two. Please get back on your ship.
Accounting for this trip is going to be a nightmare as it is without you
staying an extra day."
"It's
not like they're charging." Liam frowned. "Wait, are they
charging?"
"By
the fucking hour, Mister. And we requested the deluxe suite for you. Chakotay
had his doubts, but I knew you'd come through. I remember how eager you were at
the Academy."
Seven
shot him a suspicious look.
"Eager
to impress, darling. Not eager to—"
"Yes,
Seven, relax. You're not sharing this one with me. Although if you two ever
want to..."
"Shaw
out." Seven said as she cut the connection by hitting his communicator
rather more forcefully than needed.
He
didn't seem to mind. "Yeah, I don't need anyone but you." He pulled
her in close. "So before we go, let's get extensive photos and
measurements of our favorite diversions in the playroom."
"So
we can recreate them in the quarters that I won't be using anymore once we put
a door in?"
"Just
exactly." He pulled her close. "I love you, by the way. I wasn't
going to say it first but hell, if we're going to stay married, I'm going to
have to learn to bend a little."
"You
told me you loved me the night we got married. It's why we decided to get
married. Don't you remember?"
"No.
Absinthe is the devil."
"Oh,
well, you said it then. I didn't say it back because we were wasted."
"You
said 'I do' but not 'I love you'?"
She
nodded with a grin. "I think I had my priorities in the right place."
"And..."
"And
I love you too."y
FIN