“Captain,” Chakotay’s voice greeted her as she entered the turbolift.
“Commander,” she responded, with nothing more than a ‘good afternoon’ evident in her tone of voice. The lift started again, reaching another deck where both the junior crewmembers exited, bidding their own good-days to the command team of Voyager.
Chakotay didn’t hesitate – as soon as the lift doors closed, she was his and in his possesion, and he spared nothing in letting her know it. He took her face in his hands, kissing her lips before trailing a path of wet fire down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe.
He groaned into Kathryn’s mouth as she panted, their lips closing in on one another. His hands kneaded on her breasts and caused aching nipples to rise against the material, the friction burning little pinpricks of pleasure on a direct course and warp speed into her core. Her hands played over his erection, stroking it through the material, until he growled.
“Stop playing, damn it.” Chakotay growled into her mouth.
She freed him then, grasping his length, nails tickling at his sacs underneath, wriggling as his were doing the same to her, freeing her pants (her movement helped them down her legs) ripping her panties (she had gone through countless pairs since their first coupling), frantically preparing her by slipping his fingers in and out of her warmth, thumb circling her nubbin.
He couldn’t wait long.
She didn’t need much.
His fingers grasped her hips and lifed her with sureness, bracing her against the wall as his erection found its way inside her inner warmth, locking them effortlessly together in an odd and mouth-watering combination of savagery and tenderness. She groaned as he began.
He was sweating, hot and hard, ruthless in his treatment of her. Kathryn was helpless to do anything but hang on for dear life as he shifted her, from one wall to the next, around the turbolift bumping and grinding against her firmly, pressing inside until the very tip of his tumescence touched her cervix, making her howl, clawing the wall as she climaxed around him.
Her release was too much for him, as it always was. The rhythmic clamping of her muscles grasping his cock caused a shudder, and somehow he managed to keep going until his seed dripped from her womb, and he gyrated against her, catching her clit with each pass, keeping her trembling, breathless whimpers escaping her nose until she finally reached down and clawed at his hips to prevent him from moving.
The doors chose that precise instant to open.
They were going to die. There was no other way out of the sheer embarrassing situation that they found themselves in. Of course, in their lust for each other they had completely forgotten to stay away from the control panel that would cause the turbolift to move, whether or not they were inside it an inconsequential matter to the computer, who obeyed every command.
And so now they stood frozen, eyes on each other. Chakotay risked a glance over his shoulder, keeping Kathryn as much out of their view as he could, though they were surely going to notice her ripped panties and were getting an even better view of his bare ass…
Thankfully it was not a group of gawking junior officers. Tom and B’Elanna stood on the other side of the open door, clearly caught in the moment of just entering the turbolift for whatever destination. The level of their jaws matched the level of Chakotay’s dropped pants. Their eyebrows would have made Tuvok proud.
“Uh…uhm…” Tom couldn’t seem to get the words out. He cleared his throat.
“We’ll take the next one.” B’Elanna palmed the control switch, and the turbolift doors hissed shut again. The lift, mercifully, remained still. Chakotay released Kathryn, and wordlessly they put themselves back together.
“Well, so much for secrecy,” he finally said. “What do you think?”
