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Buns 2/3: Han Solo meets Janeway (mf)
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Subject: BUNS (2/3) Han Solo meets Janeway
Date: Sat Jun 17 07:39:25 1995
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BUNS Part 2
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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 couldn?t 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...
- End Part 2 -
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