No End of Trouble (1/1)
Title: No End of Trouble
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who / Star Trek: Voyager crossover
Pairing: Captain Jack Harkness/Captain Kathryn Janeway
Rating: R for non-graphic sex
Spoilers: Nothing specific for Torchwood/Who, general sorts of things for Voyager.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: She knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second he landed with a flash in a heap on her bridge. An interlude between two captains; for lowbatterie because the fiendish woman put the notion into my head.
She knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second he landed with a flash in a heap on her bridge.
Well, that was an exaggeration. The first few seconds had passed in a flash of drawn phasers and shouted questions. But immediately after that, he'd pulled himself to his feet, straightened that ridiculously old-fashioned coat, and looked right into her face.
So, correction: she knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second those shockingly blue eyes met hers.
And he hadn't even opened his mouth yet.
If she'd been smarter, or faster, or any one of a number of things, she'd have shipped him off to the brig before he'd had a chance to flash that supernova, Casanova smile. And she'd have phasered him before he could drawl that disgustingly charming "Captain Jack Harkness, and would you mind awfully telling me where the hell I am?"
She should have thrown him out of the airlock.
Not that it would have hurt him.
But it might have saved her some time and trouble.
There was only one captain of Voyager. Kathryn had no intentions of this changing any time in the near or distant future. She should have gotten rid of Captain Jack Gorgeous-Brilliant-Charming-Charismatic-Flirtatious Harkness when she had the chance. Before he confounded her doctor, hit on her pilot, chatted up her resident Borg, invaded the personal space of her Ops officer, infuriated her first officer, and was slapped by her Chief Engineer.
Not to mention charming the Captain. That was just absolutely beyond the pale.
So how, exactly, had Captain Jack Harkness gone from charming nuisance to...not? Kathryn mused as she gazed out her window at the stars moving slowly by.
A warm pair of hands gently landed on her shoulders, and a gentle breath stirred her hair as a low voice breathed, "Thinking about throwing me in the brig again?"
Oh. Right. That was how.
"Maybe," Kathryn murmured, one eyebrow arching as she smiled slightly and leaned back against the tall, well-muscled body behind her. Jack's chest was slightly slick with sweat, cool against her bare shoulders. "You still haven't proven to me that you're not an alien spy trying to lead me astray."
She could see Jack's faint reflection in the glass, saw his face arrange itself into the picture of innocence. "If you're worried about me corrupting you, I'd say we're a little late. If anything, you just corrupted me." His reflection's easy grin flashed in the semi-dark as he added in a low purr, "Vixen." They both chuckled lightly, and Jack's arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her against him. He ducked his head, lips tracing a line down her neck as he whispered, "I want the same thing you do, Kathryn. I just want to get home."
Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she tried not to be distracted by the increasingly insistent kisses on her neck and shoulder or by the hand trailing lightly up and down her side. Even through the bedsheet wrapped around her body, she could still feel the lightest touch of his fingertips. "I'm...still not sure I believe your story," she managed to say, and though her voice was playful she was still the captain, still trying to learn all she could to protect her crew. Even though there was something about Jack, something that made her little inner voice whisper she could trust him with her life... She'd been doing this job for too long to be roped in by good looks and charm. Or trust.
"Accident with a space-time rift manipulator?" Jack's throaty chuckle blew against the trail of kisses he'd left and she couldn't help but shiver. "Stranger and less plausible things have happened." His wandering hand came to rest on her hip, and his lips returned to their gentle mapping of her shoulder. Kathryn bit down a little harder on her bottom lip, stifling an unwarranted moan.
"You'll draw blood," he reprimanded her gently, his eyes fixed on her reflection as his lips traced the curve of her ear. Even in a faint reflection, she could feel the heat in his gaze. His other hand, still around her shoulder, slid lower, hand trailing over her breasts to rest flat on her stomach, holding her against him.
"You're good at this," Kathryn murmured, not stopping herself from arching into his touch ever so slightly.
"Been a long time since I met a woman like you," Jack breathed, lips curving in a smile as his teeth nipped gently at her earlobe, a smile that widened at her tiny, involuntary gasp.
"Do you do this to all the captains you stumble across?"
"Only the strong, beautiful ones who throw me in the brig. I like a woman who--" Jack broke off sharply as Kathryn turned in his arms, stretching up to catch him in a kiss. "Takes charge," he finished in a murmur against her lips, one hand caressing her cheek to tuck wisps of brown hair behind her ear.
"Really, Captain?" she asked in mock astonishment, eyes wide with innocence as her hands came to rest on his bare chest, palms flat against his pectoral muscles. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile as she shoved him--gently--back onto the bed. Jack's grin was devilish as he fell back into the sheets, looking up at her with eyes whose darkness had nothing to do with the dim light of the room. Kathryn smiled wickedly as she knelt over him on the bed, fingers walking up the center line of his body to caress his face. "I hadn't noticed."
"Like I said," Jack told her with a grin. "Vixen."
Kathryn leaned down to kiss him again, a tiny moan of satisfaction muffled against his lips as his hands tugged away the sheet she'd wrapped around herself and threw it aside. "I still don't know if I can trust you, Jack," she whispered against his lips as his hands relearned the curves of her skin.
"You probably shouldn't," he breathed in response, breath hitching in his throat as her body slid against his. "But you do. You can." His eyes snapped shut as one of her hands wrapped around him, and she relished his low groan of "Kathryn..."
"Ground rules, Jack," she murmured against his neck, lips alternating kisses and bites as she worked her own line across his shoulder. "My ship. My crew. They come first, no matter what...this...is. And my decisions. No one gets to walk all over me."
"Yes, ma'am." Jack's voice was hoarse, rough, and Kathryn was wickedly thrilled by the sound of it. "But you will help me."
Kathryn leaned back, eyes connecting with his. It hadn't sounded like a question. "Jack?"
His smile was slow, knowing, and his hands gripped her waist gently, pulling her down on him. He felt her shudder, and he bit his lip, closing his eyes in a brief moment of bliss before going on. "You don't trust me with the lives of your crew, and I don't expect you to," he whispered, hips rolling against hers and wringing a gasp from her. "You want to stay in command, and I won't take it from you. But--" And he smiled, that celestial smile that she realized now had probably stolen her heart the first time she saw it. "--You see someone in trouble, and if it's in your power to help, you will. So you'll help me."
"You met me yesterday and you know everything about me?" Kathryn's voice was smoky, and Jack's eyes smoldered in response. "You still have a lot to learn."
Jack's body arched up against hers as she slid her hips down in a long, torturous slide. "So teach me," he gasped.
He was still trouble, Kathryn knew.
She'd never found herself hoping for no end of trouble before.
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who / Star Trek: Voyager crossover
Pairing: Captain Jack Harkness/Captain Kathryn Janeway
Rating: R for non-graphic sex
Spoilers: Nothing specific for Torchwood/Who, general sorts of things for Voyager.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: She knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second he landed with a flash in a heap on her bridge. An interlude between two captains; for lowbatterie because the fiendish woman put the notion into my head.
She knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second he landed with a flash in a heap on her bridge.
Well, that was an exaggeration. The first few seconds had passed in a flash of drawn phasers and shouted questions. But immediately after that, he'd pulled himself to his feet, straightened that ridiculously old-fashioned coat, and looked right into her face.
So, correction: she knew he was going to be no end of trouble from the first second those shockingly blue eyes met hers.
And he hadn't even opened his mouth yet.
If she'd been smarter, or faster, or any one of a number of things, she'd have shipped him off to the brig before he'd had a chance to flash that supernova, Casanova smile. And she'd have phasered him before he could drawl that disgustingly charming "Captain Jack Harkness, and would you mind awfully telling me where the hell I am?"
She should have thrown him out of the airlock.
Not that it would have hurt him.
But it might have saved her some time and trouble.
There was only one captain of Voyager. Kathryn had no intentions of this changing any time in the near or distant future. She should have gotten rid of Captain Jack Gorgeous-Brilliant-Charming-Charismatic-Flirtatious Harkness when she had the chance. Before he confounded her doctor, hit on her pilot, chatted up her resident Borg, invaded the personal space of her Ops officer, infuriated her first officer, and was slapped by her Chief Engineer.
Not to mention charming the Captain. That was just absolutely beyond the pale.
So how, exactly, had Captain Jack Harkness gone from charming nuisance to...not? Kathryn mused as she gazed out her window at the stars moving slowly by.
A warm pair of hands gently landed on her shoulders, and a gentle breath stirred her hair as a low voice breathed, "Thinking about throwing me in the brig again?"
Oh. Right. That was how.
"Maybe," Kathryn murmured, one eyebrow arching as she smiled slightly and leaned back against the tall, well-muscled body behind her. Jack's chest was slightly slick with sweat, cool against her bare shoulders. "You still haven't proven to me that you're not an alien spy trying to lead me astray."
She could see Jack's faint reflection in the glass, saw his face arrange itself into the picture of innocence. "If you're worried about me corrupting you, I'd say we're a little late. If anything, you just corrupted me." His reflection's easy grin flashed in the semi-dark as he added in a low purr, "Vixen." They both chuckled lightly, and Jack's arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her against him. He ducked his head, lips tracing a line down her neck as he whispered, "I want the same thing you do, Kathryn. I just want to get home."
Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she tried not to be distracted by the increasingly insistent kisses on her neck and shoulder or by the hand trailing lightly up and down her side. Even through the bedsheet wrapped around her body, she could still feel the lightest touch of his fingertips. "I'm...still not sure I believe your story," she managed to say, and though her voice was playful she was still the captain, still trying to learn all she could to protect her crew. Even though there was something about Jack, something that made her little inner voice whisper she could trust him with her life... She'd been doing this job for too long to be roped in by good looks and charm. Or trust.
"Accident with a space-time rift manipulator?" Jack's throaty chuckle blew against the trail of kisses he'd left and she couldn't help but shiver. "Stranger and less plausible things have happened." His wandering hand came to rest on her hip, and his lips returned to their gentle mapping of her shoulder. Kathryn bit down a little harder on her bottom lip, stifling an unwarranted moan.
"You'll draw blood," he reprimanded her gently, his eyes fixed on her reflection as his lips traced the curve of her ear. Even in a faint reflection, she could feel the heat in his gaze. His other hand, still around her shoulder, slid lower, hand trailing over her breasts to rest flat on her stomach, holding her against him.
"You're good at this," Kathryn murmured, not stopping herself from arching into his touch ever so slightly.
"Been a long time since I met a woman like you," Jack breathed, lips curving in a smile as his teeth nipped gently at her earlobe, a smile that widened at her tiny, involuntary gasp.
"Do you do this to all the captains you stumble across?"
"Only the strong, beautiful ones who throw me in the brig. I like a woman who--" Jack broke off sharply as Kathryn turned in his arms, stretching up to catch him in a kiss. "Takes charge," he finished in a murmur against her lips, one hand caressing her cheek to tuck wisps of brown hair behind her ear.
"Really, Captain?" she asked in mock astonishment, eyes wide with innocence as her hands came to rest on his bare chest, palms flat against his pectoral muscles. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile as she shoved him--gently--back onto the bed. Jack's grin was devilish as he fell back into the sheets, looking up at her with eyes whose darkness had nothing to do with the dim light of the room. Kathryn smiled wickedly as she knelt over him on the bed, fingers walking up the center line of his body to caress his face. "I hadn't noticed."
"Like I said," Jack told her with a grin. "Vixen."
Kathryn leaned down to kiss him again, a tiny moan of satisfaction muffled against his lips as his hands tugged away the sheet she'd wrapped around herself and threw it aside. "I still don't know if I can trust you, Jack," she whispered against his lips as his hands relearned the curves of her skin.
"You probably shouldn't," he breathed in response, breath hitching in his throat as her body slid against his. "But you do. You can." His eyes snapped shut as one of her hands wrapped around him, and she relished his low groan of "Kathryn..."
"Ground rules, Jack," she murmured against his neck, lips alternating kisses and bites as she worked her own line across his shoulder. "My ship. My crew. They come first, no matter what...this...is. And my decisions. No one gets to walk all over me."
"Yes, ma'am." Jack's voice was hoarse, rough, and Kathryn was wickedly thrilled by the sound of it. "But you will help me."
Kathryn leaned back, eyes connecting with his. It hadn't sounded like a question. "Jack?"
His smile was slow, knowing, and his hands gripped her waist gently, pulling her down on him. He felt her shudder, and he bit his lip, closing his eyes in a brief moment of bliss before going on. "You don't trust me with the lives of your crew, and I don't expect you to," he whispered, hips rolling against hers and wringing a gasp from her. "You want to stay in command, and I won't take it from you. But--" And he smiled, that celestial smile that she realized now had probably stolen her heart the first time she saw it. "--You see someone in trouble, and if it's in your power to help, you will. So you'll help me."
"You met me yesterday and you know everything about me?" Kathryn's voice was smoky, and Jack's eyes smoldered in response. "You still have a lot to learn."
Jack's body arched up against hers as she slid her hips down in a long, torturous slide. "So teach me," he gasped.
He was still trouble, Kathryn knew.
She'd never found herself hoping for no end of trouble before.