The Sato Series, Episode 3: a new Frontier

Cassidy Thompson wiped her mouth with her napkin, a puzzled look on her face. “Why would that go in your book at all?” she asked. “I’d think that would make a separate book all it’s own.”
Emily nodded. “It could, but I wanted to put at least a chapter in the book about it, because it’s important to show all the aspects of the research that didn’t work out, and the cost of progress toward the actual wormhole. There’s a human face to put on this subject matter, after all,” she argued. “The readers need to know that science doesn’t happen in a vacuum, it impacts lives at every step of the process. The Wildwomen have paid some very heavy prices for this breakthrough, and those deserve to be memorialized.”
“Actually,” Kieran said softly, “I was thinking I’d like to write a book myself, Ems, and co-author with you. I wanted to call it ‘Alternate Dimensions’ and make it about all the different spatial displacements I’ve experienced in my career. Captain Picard gave me the idea, in fact, because he told me he’d read my mission logs from Voyager, when I got lost in that spatial rift, and they read like a novel. When he said that, I started thinking it might make a decent book,” she said thoughtfully.
Emily nodded eagerly. “It would be a great book, Mom,” she agreed. “I’d love to work on it with you. The one that I’m working on now is going to be called ‘Opening the Beta Quadrant’. I think what I should do is put in references to the two future books in the appropriate places in this one, so the reader will know there’s more coming on the jungle planet incident, or the spatial displacement to Cassidy and Cameron’s reality. It will sort of tie the books together, like a trilogy.”
Kit grinned proudly at her wife. “Ems, you are the mastermind of marketing,” she praised her. “You always figure out the angle to make sure your next endeavor gets the audience it deserves,” she enthused.
Emily bowed her head in gratitude. “Thanks. My publisher will love this idea, I just know it. But you and Jenny really made the first book a success. I couldn’t even find a publisher on my own, but you guys did. I’d love to know how you ever convinced them to take on the project,” she said warmly to her wives.
Jenny and Kit exchanged conspiratorial looks. “Let’s just say that Melinda was a fan of the Academy basketball team, and a fan of Lenara’s,” Jenny said, smiling. “And you’ve made Melinda very rich, so any risk she took paid off handsomely, honey,” she promised her dark-haired wife.
“So, what do you say, Mom? Seven? Can I pitch the jungle planet book to her?” Emily asked hopefully.
Seven nodded eagerly. “It’s all right with me, if it’s all right with you, Kieran,” she deferred to the Commander.
Kieran smiled. “I think it’ll be a best-seller, Ems,” she agreed.
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Naomi Wildman poked her strawberry blonde head inside Robin Wildman’s office, grinning at her wife. “Hey, gorgeous,” she flirted. “Got a minute?”
Robin’s electric blue eyes sparkled. “For you, always,” she agreed, holding out her arms.
Naomi loved to sit in Robin’s lap, and availed herself of the opportunity as often as propriety allowed considering they were usually on duty. Alpha shift had ended just moments before, and Naomi wanted to catch Robin before she left the office.
“I wanted to know,” she said sweetly, easing onto Robin’s thighs, “how you’re doing with the foursome.” Naomi brushed her lips over Robin’s ever so lightly, cupping the older woman’s cheek in her slender palm.
“Why are you asking?” Robin wondered, turning her face into Naomi’s hand to kiss the warm flesh. “Do I seem like I’m not all right?” she murmured, lips exploring the creases of Naomi’s palm.
Naomi watched as Robin nuzzled, momentarily distracted. Robin never failed to get Naomi in a state of arousal when she set her mind to it, and Naomi’s mouth instantly went dry. “I—just—” Naomi swallowed loudly, sighing. “Robbie,” she whispered, train of thought completely gone.
Robin smiled that wicked, self-assured smile that always made Naomi weaken. “What, honey?” she said quietly, turning Naomi’s palm upward so she could kiss the wrist.
“I mean with Lenara pregnant, and Kieran gearing up to take command,” she explained, albeit in a far away voice.
“Ah,” Robin chuckled, “you’re wondering if I feel displaced in the marriage because I’m the odd one out?” she asked, gazing up at Naomi’s lovely face with a warm, welcoming smile playing on her lips.
“Something like that,” Naomi admitted. She didn’t wait for an answer before she kissed Robin deeply, opening the Commander’s mouth with a forceful thrust of her tongue. She felt Robin’s fingers tangle in her hair, the heat of Robin’s kiss reciprocal and immediate. “Are you okay, Robs?” she asked when they had come up for air.
Robin replied by nipping at Naomi’s throat, the edge of her teeth suggestive against the Ktarian’s pulse. “I will admit that you and Lenara seem very closed-coupled, right now. But Kieran and I were that way after I conceived Cami. It’s natural, Na,” she allowed. “But I do miss you,” she added, pressing Naomi’s body closer to her own.
Naomi’s eyes darkened with desire, and she kissed Robin aggressively, mouths yearning for more closeness. “I can remedy that, Robbie,” she promised.
Robin reached for the closure of Naomi’s tunic, as if to open it so that Naomi’s breasts could spill out of her uniform, but Naomi held Robin’s hands, stilling them. “I want to know how I can please you,” she requested of the older woman.
Robin was rendered mute by the seductive tone in Naomi’s voice. Delicate fingers ghosted over her cheeks and throat, followed closely by Naomi’s lips. Robin made a subtle sound in the back of her throat, something between a sigh and groan. “You always please me,” she whispered.
“No,” Naomi insisted, lips warm against Robin’s ear. “I tell you all my fantasies, and you barely say a word. I want your vulnerability,” she demanded, tugging on Robin’s earlobe with her teeth.
Robin sat motionlessly beneath her wife, struggling internally. There were things she wanted. Things Naomi only shared with Kieran. But with Naomi’s history of abuse, Robin had never felt safe admitting it. Robin gasped as Naomi bit softly at the curve of her throat and shoulder. “I—I’m not sure what to tell you,” Robin faltered.
Naomi kissed her harshly, an aggression that never failed to inflame Robin’s need. “I want to know what you think about when you touch yourself,” she persisted. “Tell me. What do you see in your mind?” she pressed, opening Robin’s uniform with nimble fingers and fondling her nipples through the sky blue mock turtle neck beneath her navy jumpsuit.
Robin swallowed the moan that threatened. “Computer, privacy protocol gamma,” she ordered the invisible sentry, “authorization Wildman, Robin, alpha pi nine.” She gathered Naomi in her arms and lifted the slight Ktarian, relying mostly on her cyber-enhancements to carry the weight of her wife. “Na,” she cooled her ardor by changing their location from her office chair to the couch, “I am not sure you want to hear this,” she said hesitantly, blue eyes pleading for a reprieve.
Naomi smiled softly, touching Robin’s face, loving the darker tones of her skin in contrast to her own pale fingers. “I do want to hear, or I wouldn’t have asked,” she said gently, her tone intended to convey assurance. “Robbie, there’s nothing you can’t say to me.”
Robin sighed and hid her face in Naomi’s shoulder, unable to look into those knowing hazel eyes. “I think about making love to you,” she admitted. “I think about fucking you,” she added sheepishly. “Like Kieran does.”
Naomi grinned. “You know about that, eh?” she teased her wife fondly, amused that Robin was blushing. “She told you?”
“Actually, I asked,” Robin corrected. “Because she and I do that together, and so I wanted to know if she’s shared that with you. When KT and I were engaged, I wanted to do that with her and she wouldn’t. Stoutly, flatly refused to entertain even the thought. And so I was stunned when she suggested it to me later, before we were married,” she recalled, chuckling softly. “I knew it had to be your influence,” she accused lightly, tickling Naomi’s sides.
“Guilty,” Naomi admitted readily. “I love doing that with her, and to her,” she said with a wicked grin.
Robin shifted their weight on the couch, so that they were facing each other, legs crossed. “She told me if she had only opened her mind with Lanna, they wouldn’t have ended up divorced, and that she refused to make that mistake with you. And so she and I adopted that style of lovemaking into our relationship, presumably on her part because she was afraid I needed that, just as B'Elanna had. And ever since I found out you and she do that together, too, I’ve been dying to make love to you like that.”
Naomi scowled. “Then why in the name of the Gods of Ma’kala didn’t you tell me that?” she asked, dismayed. “Robbie, I tell you everything,” she said petulantly.
Robin smirked. “No you don’t. You never told me you and Kieran use SED’s,” she accused, grinning. “I would have loved to hear the details.”
Naomi threw back her head and laughed. “You’re an auditory voyeur,” she smarted. She waggled her eyebrows, reaching for Robin’s hands, a feral smile playing over the pout of her lips. “We did it on our wedding night, and ever since then, I’ve asked her to take me that way periodically. Not always, but often. I love the primal quality of it, the baseness. It’s like,” she considered, “like—all the pretty niceties of romance fall away and we can just pant and groan and grunt and fuck each other senseless,” she detailed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love romance and tenderness, but sometimes, that’s not where I want to go. Rainbows and butterflies and roses have their place, but sometimes I just want to get sweaty and physical,” she explained. She leaned forward, planting her hands in Robins chest and pushing Robin down on the couch cushions. Their eyes locked, a smoldering intensity sparking between them.
“So you think about fucking me like that?” she said, her voice dropping an octave at the thought. She let her legs fall on either side of Robin’s hips, and Robin instinctively pressed upward, as if Naomi were straddling Robin’s penetration.
Robin nodded, eyes glazing over with the potency of the image in her head. “I do,” she managed to reply. “I imagine being between your legs, and thrusting into you, and you clawing at my back, and your legs around my hips,” she described, eyes closing and a chill skating up her back.
“And do I come to you? Do you come into me?” Naomi asked breathily.
“Yes. And you sound—amazing, the way you urge me on, and the things you say to me,” Robin said, swallowing hard. “God, Naomi, I want to be with you like that. I need to take you like that, to feel you beneath me,” she revealed.
Naomi kissed her with intent, tongue eager in Robin’s mouth. “I want you to. Tell me how you imagine it,” she demanded, hands fondling Robin’s nipples.
Robin groaned needfully, arching into Naomi’s caress. “A million ways,” she contended. “Naomi, it’s nearly all I ever think about sexually.”
Naomi sighed, smiling. “And your favorite iteration is?” she persisted, rolling Robin’s nipples in her palms. Naomi tugged Robin’s turtleneck free, lifting the fabric over the swell of Robin’s breasts, breathing through the fabric of her brassiere and nipping at her, raking suggestive teeth over the turgid knots. “Details,” she hissed, biting down on one nipple for emphasis.
“Jesus, Naomi,” Robin yelped.
Naomi kissed Robin’s objections away, then kissed a gentle trail to her ear. “If you tell me I’ll let you fuck me right here on the couch. Your replicator, my credit chit, whatever SED you want,” she promised.
Robin shuddered beneath her wife, struggling to let her walls go. She breathed deeply, willing the hesitation away. It was true that she was preoccupied by those fantasies, and it had worried her on more than one occasion, how prevalent those thoughts were. She could almost feel the SED, lying there, feel it surging and the warmth and tightness of Naomi’s walls surrounding it, squeezing it, gliding over it. Robin knew from her experiences with Kieran how it felt to ease the device into that welcoming wetness, the way the sensors worked to make it seem real, and how amazed Kieran was at her stamina. She wanted Naomi to be as amazed. It was partly about ego, but more than that, she knew, it was about giving the Ktarian ecstasy, about igniting that need in Naomi.
Naomi teased Robin’s breasts insistently. “Tell me,” she demanded.
Robin swallowed her reluctance and closed her eyes, conjuring up the image that had driven her half mad with lust. “I think about going to a bar with you, wearing it under my jeans, and you’re wearing that summer skirt, the pale turquoise one with the pink plaid. You’re naked underneath your skirt, and no one in the bar knows it but me. And you sit in my lap and start kissing me,” she breathed raggedly. “I can feel you against me, squirming to tease me, and you reach for the rivet on my jeans, and you loosen them. You’re kissing me, and your hand is down my pants, touching the SED, gripping it with your hand, stroking it. And right there in front of everyone, you hike up your skirt and straddle me, and you ride me until you’re coming all over us both,” she described.
Naomi reached for Robin’s uniform pants, unfastening them, hand mimicking the description Robin was giving her. “And do you see it, Robbie? Do you see yourself entering me? Do you see yourself disappearing inside me?”
Robin gasped, shuddering. “I see it so vividly, Naomi,” she admitted, meeting Naomi’s eyes as boldly as she could. “Your wetness, the look on your face as you ease onto me, the way your body goes rigid for an instant with that initial entry,” she explained, her voice quavering.
“And would you bend me over the table, Robbie? Would you fuck me from behind?” she asked coyly, knowing Robin was on the verge of tearing Naomi’s clothes off.
Robin’s eyes closed involuntarily. “I would fuck you any way you wanted,” she growled.
Naomi grinned. “Baby,” she cooed, “we can program that bar on the holodeck and play out that fantasy anytime you like,” she promised. “Do you want to see if there’s one free right now?” she asked, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Hell no,” Robin replied gruffly. “I want you right here, right now,” she asserted.
Clothing flew far and wide, and fingers found entry into wetness as they thrust against one another, the imagery doing more for their urgency than the actual touching. Naomi moved against Robin’s hand, feeling the long, slender fingers thundering inside herself. “Robbie,” she groaned, “Oh, God, Robbie, fuck me,” she begged, squirming and grinding to get Robin’s fingers deeper. She gasped into Robin’s kiss, the frantic intensity building and she cried out sharply as she came, body trembling above her wife’s.
Robin eased Naomi down beside her, moving out from beneath her. She left Naomi lying there, panting and trying to recover her senses. When Naomi’s eyes could focus again, Robin had been to the replicator, and was standing there sporting a fully engorged SED. Naomi reached for her, opening pale legs and pulling Robin down on the couch. Robin entered her with a strangled gasp, the heat of Naomi’s walls transmitting itself through the sensor buried in Robin’s passage. She hovered there, suspended above Naomi’s perfect nakedness, the tip of the SED pressing into Naomi’s opening, teasing. Robin undulated her hips, so the head of the device moved suggestively at the source of Naomi’s wetness, almost slipping out again, barely immersed. Robin kissed her, open-mouthed and gasping at the piercing need throbbing within, the urge to plunge in so strong, but the fantasy demanding gradual entry.
Naomi shivered, the gooseflesh visibly raising on her arms, hazel eyes pleading for satisfaction. She moaned as Robin eased further inside her, barely a full inch, hips still moving in slow, tantalizing circles. “God, Robbie,” Naomi sighed, trembling with want.
“You’ve always loved to be teased,” Robin said in an exhaled rush, fighting herself for control. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” she added with a feral smile.
“You never have,” Naomi admitted, biting her lip. “Please, baby, now,” she begged, trying to lift her hips to take Robin’s full length.
“So soon?” Robin taunted her playfully, moving backward by arching her back so that Naomi’s attempt was thwarted. “Don’t move,” she warned her wife, waiting for Naomi to obediently lower her hips again. “You wanted to know my fantasies,” she reminded the Ktarian, whose facial expression was one of near desperation.
“Teasing me is part of it?” Naomi asked, certain she would come any second if Robin didn’t relent.
Robin nodded, rocking her hips gently. “Not just you, myself,” she whispered. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you, right this instant?” she gasped. “Making myself wait, taking my time, it’s nearly torture,” she said softly. “But, oh, Jesus, Naomi,” she groaned, “it is so good.” She moved them both, raising up on her knees and pulling Naomi’s hips at the perfect angle so she didn’t lose intromission, but giving herself enough room to drop her face to Naomi’s nipples. She suckled and nipped them, making her wife writhe beneath her, all the while moving her hips ever so slightly so that the SED massaged Naomi’s outer passage. Gradually she thrust deeper, entering Naomi by degrees, until the younger woman was whimpering with delayed greed.
Naomi scratched lightly over Robin’s buttocks, legs opening further, anticipating being filled completely. “Robbie,” she groaned. “God, Robbie, you’re driving me crazy,” she pleaded, arching into Robin’s mouth so that her breasts surrounded Robin’s face.
Robin kissed her then, tongue exploring, as teasing as the motion of Robin’s hips, short, gentle strokes, hinting at lovemaking more than granting it. Robin felt the temperature of Naomi’s walls escalate slightly, felt the fluid covering the SED, every sensation searing into her synapses. She broke their kiss, gazing down at Naomi, her patience exhausted. “I love you, Naomi,” she said tenderly, then pushed deep and hard, filling the passage completely, as surely as the air around them filled with Naomi’s sharp vocal response.
The potency of the fantasy drove Robin into an immediate frenzy, and she thrust wildly into Naomi, who indeed clutched and clawed at Robin’s shoulders and back. Long, powerful strokes pinned Naomi to the couch, and Robin’s body was purposeful in its intentions.

Light and motion became one sensation and Naomi felt Robin’s penetration in the deepest part of her senses. The friction drove her half mad, the pressure against her most sensitive tissues making her wanton and needful. And still Robin stayed with her, hips merciless and forceful, body breaking out in a cold sweat.

Naomi felt Robin’s body straining, the tension in her legs, the rigid flex of Robin’s ass, the muscles standing out in sharp relief. Robin moved with fury but with grace, and Naomi felt herself slipping into that oblivion of fierce need, that place of utter and total surrender, her body conquered and peaking beneath Robin’s thrusts.

“Robbie,” she breathed, her words coming in fragmented bits, “Oh, Robbie, fucking hell,” she babbled, sinking her teeth in Robin’s shoulder. “Baby, yes,” she encouraged her, lifting upward to meet Robin’s thrusts. “Take me hard, Robbie, please,” she demanded.

Robin groaned loudly, out of control. “Naomi, I’m coming, oh God, I need—please, baby, come to me, come with me,” she begged, hips suddenly out of rhythm as the orgasm tore through her, and then blessed relief, Naomi’s walls closed around her and spasmed sharply. The sound of Naomi’s pleasure made Robin’s own crest intensify yet again, and she came in powerful waves inside her wife, gasping and crying and panting. “Oh, Naomi,” she said in a thick voice, showering kisses over the Ktarian’s forehead, “Oh, honey, I love you so,” she murmured.
Naomi kissed her then, fierce with her love and their vulnerability, and they collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa, poured out emotionally and physically. Naomi’s hand cradled the back of Robin’s head, softly stroking Robin’s hair, soaked with sweat. Naomi loved these moments, when the need had been sated, and the aftermath of the passion, when they could lie together, spent and open, recovering their awareness of the rest of the world around them.
Robin’s breathing eased into normalcy, and she allowed Naomi to cuddle her, still buried inside the smaller woman’s walls, her pulse echoed in the SED. She sighed one deep, cleansing sigh, mouth dry from panting, body aching from being crowded on the couch. “That was unreal,” she said quietly.
Naomi laughed softly. “As good as you imagined?” she asked, scratching lightly at Robin’s neck.
Robin groaned faintly. “Better. Much, much better,” she promised. “Would you really do that fantasy on the holodeck with me?” she asked hopefully.
“Absolutely,” Naomi assured her. “I think it sounds incredibly hot,” she flirted. “God,” she breathed, “the idea of you taking me from behind like that, bent over a table, with my skirt hiked up around my hips, and you rocking into me,” she detailed, shivering at the chill that skittered down her spine. “That unhinges me, Robs.”
Robin exhaled slowly, body fluid and relaxed, but her brain conjuring up the fantasy again. “Me too,” she agreed. “You don’t think it’s perverted?”
Naomi laughed. “Yes, and that’s why I love it,” she giggled. “I love your perversion, just as much as you love mine.” She hugged Robin closer. “Aren’t you glad now that we don’t kiss and tell much, between the four of us?”
Robin raised up on one arm, gazing down at the lovely woman she had just ravished. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, how quickly you’ve forgotten,” she scolded. “Remember, when we went to Cozumel, and you and I heard Kieran driving Lenara wild, and you wanted to know all of Kieran’s secrets—and she refused to tell you?”
Robin nodded, chuckling. “Oh, yeah. I do remember.”
“Well,” Naomi teased her, “would you want to admit to Kieran or Lenara that your favorite fantasy is fucking me in public with a dildo?” she cackled at the look on Robin’s face and the slow blush that crept up her wife’s throat. “With people watching?”
Robin started to laugh too, shaking her head. “Good point.”
“Yeah,” Naomi kissed her gently, still laughing deep in her chest. “I don’t think you want our wives to know you’re a total exhibitionist. Admit it Robbie,” she needled her playfully. “You just want the whole world to watch me screaming your name so they’ll know what a great fuck you are,” she accused.
“More like I want the whole world to know who you belong to,” she replied tartly, grinning. Then going suddenly shy, Robin hid her face in Naomi’s shoulder, embarrassed. “I am a perv, aren’t I?” she asked, chortling along with her wife. “Good thing for me you mirror that in me.”
“Yep,” Naomi nodded. “It is. And we complement each other perfectly. I think the fantasy would be even better if we start it out by dancing together, grinding a bit and teasing each other,” she decided. “I’ll program it if you like,” she offered, lifting Robin’s chin and kissing her tenderly.
Robin nodded eagerly. “I’d love that, Na. Truly. Nobody ever made me feel so safe sexually. And I am eternally grateful you finally let me have my way with you,” she added, waggling her eyebrows.
“Let you have your way with me? See, now I thought I was having my way with you,” she shot back, pulling Robin over on top of her again. “Just like I’m about to now,” she said in a no nonsense way. She kissed Robin passionately. “Are you up for it?”
Robin pinned Naomi’s shoulders to the couch cushions. “Was that a pun?” she asked.
Naomi quirked an eyebrow. “Never. I would never joke about sex with you,” she laughed.
Robin’s face was all seriousness, suddenly, and Naomi noted the immediate change in her demeanor. “What, Robbie?” she asked without a trace of teasing.