Kathryn stood at the window of her quarters, watching the dazzling streaks of stars beyond the windows. In the cold vaccum of space, the presence of light against the black forming into colors of rainbow sparkles could still, after all these years, mesmerize her for hours on end.
She felt him before she saw him; felt the air stir around her, smelled the tangy scent of the soap he used and the musky scent that was strictly male. Unique to him, it made her mouth water. Gentle hands slid around the waist of her robe, strong, dark hands. She covered them with her smaller, whiter ones, stroking along the length, feeling them gently, before they were just as gently but firmly taken and placed on the ledge of the windows before her.
Those same dark hands slid her robe away, untying the sash with deftness and grasping it from her shoulders, kneading at worn, tired muscles, blowing a cool stream of air that brought a shiver and caused gooseflesh to ripple down her body. The silk whispered as it slid down her skin, landing in a soft puff of air on the floor, and was kicked away by another bare foot, this one not her own. She knew, without turning, that he was as nude as she had just become, and trembled in anticipation.
Gentle, light kisses pressed to her shoulders, along her dusting of freckles, down her back until they reached her waist. Light, gentle touches her belly, caressing the skin, hands moving upwards to her breasts, where they tickled and teased at the nipples until she was gasping with pleasure, fighting the urge to push him lower and not let him reach his destination in his own time, at his own pace.
She was trembling by the time he parted her folds with his tongue, on his knees behind her, allowing him access to whatever he desired. Her feet slid apart a bit more, her knees bent slightly as she arched her back towards him, allowing him to manipulate her, and then she felt nothing but the intimate caress of his tongue on the sensitive pink flesh in between her legs.
She moaned, clinging to the window ledge so as not to fall down; her knees were growing weaker and weaker by the nanosecond as he lazily fit himself to her, his tongue working magic with circles before lapping slightly harder, faster, one large hand slipping from its grip on her skin to test her waters, pushing at her depths, then filling her slightly, in and out, in and out, the thumb rubbing back and forth on her sensitive knot, already engorged.
Then it was happening, the sparkles were no longer just on the other side of the thick transparency of the window, they were behind her eyes as she took flight, feeling weightless and lightheaded, moaning her pleasure in soft breathless whimpers that grew deeper and longer as he added another finger, filling her more, jolting her, almost causing her to topple over as the wetness came from inside and slicked down her thighs.
She whimpered as his fingers slipped from her entirely, though this time it was in protest. He maneuvered with skill, keeping one hand on her, keeping her open for him, two fingers sliding to roll her button between them, kissing with great love and endearment all over flesh as he stood upright behind her, his other hand on her hip urging her backwards until his manhood filled her completely, sliding inside until she felt his wiry black hair tickling her buttocks.
He allowed her a moment to adjust, bending forward to lick at the trails of sweat trickling down her back, nuzzling the perspiration and drinking in the scent of her skin, pressing himself as much as possible against her, loving the full body contact. Ever so gently he pulled his hips back, feeling her warm inner walls mold around him, gripping him, not wanting to let him go. Not now, not ever.
She cried out softly with the feeling of it, his hands manipulating her, one reaching around her slim waist to dip into her folds, teasing her pleasure center between two fingers. The other pulled her back slightly along the length of him inadvertendly as he reached to tickle a nipple. His thrusts were smooth, measured strokes, burying himself inside her to the base and pulling out almost to the very tip, pinching and teasing at the parts he held captive with his fingers, the inside of his wrist hot against the hotter skin of her belly, his pulse beating in time with hers, resounding through her body.
At the very moment his orgasm overtook him he pulled back slightly, the pressure on her breast forcing her against him, back to chest, the full-body contact as intimate as it would be if she lay underneath him in bed. He released her breast entirely, so as not to hurt her, though he kept his hand between her legs, pinching very, very gently, and was gratified at the way her inner walls contracted around his member as he thrust entirely inside her once more, his scrotum hot against her skin as his seed warmed her insides pleasantly. He groaned, a gutteral, short sound of satisfaction, matching her higher, keening cry and the shiver that rippled down to her toes.
“Kathryn,” she heard him murmur behind her.
“Hmmm…” she answered sleepily, snuggling against him.
“Kathryn, wake up.”
“What?” she jolted, startled beyond belief, opening her eyes, finding herself face-to-face with Chakotay, staring at her with a quizzical look on his face.
“Are you all right?” he asked quietly, brushing his fingers along her brow. His hands were wonderfully cool, soothing against…the realization of what had just happened, and yet hadn’t happened, woke her up entirely.
She jumped from where she had fallen asleep in her uniform against the window ledge, fighting not to groan at the cramps and knots that had invaded her muscles. “ What happened? What time is it? Am I…”
“Relax,” he chuckled slightly, noticing the flush on her skin but not choosing not to say a word about it to her. “You were asleep, that’s all.”
Asleep? It had all been…no. This could not be happening. It had felt so…so real. She could still feel the dampness in between her legs, the way his hands had felt on her…she immediately wished she could stop feeling on command.
“I came in to give you the latest report and you were asleep by the window. I didn’t mean to intrude, but I was worried when you didn’t answer, and so I overrode…” she stopped him with a wave of her hand.
“Thank you, Chakotay. For waking me. It’s all right – I would have been miserable in the morning,” Of course, the knots would probably have been smaller than the knot that was in her stomach right then and there, tightening rhythmically...
“Well, if there’s nothing else…” Chakotay walked towards the door, turning for one last quizzical glance. “The next time you want to fall asleep under the stars, you might want to grab a sleeping bag at least.”
“Chakotay, wait.” Kathryn said the last on impulse, not realizing or knowing where it came from until it escaped her throat. “Please…stay. For a little while at least.”
“Why?” he asked, almost appearing guarded, though there was more than friendly interest etched on his darkened features.
“I’d like to tell you about the dream I just had…”
