Kathryn came awake slowly, conscious only of a drowsy cocoon of warmth and comfort surrounding her, the feeling of safety and security draping her like the blanket she realized was covering both her and…Chakotay.
She’d fallen asleep on top of him.
Her blue-gray eyes fluttered open softly, as she yawned, her cheek pillowed against the hardness of his chest.
“Hey there sleepyhead,” Chakotay’s soft, husky voice reached Kathryn as his arms tightened around her thin form.
“Mmmm…” Kathryn sighed contentedly, her eyes closing again. “What time is it?”
“Almost time.” He kissed her head. “But not quite.”
“I see.” Her mind was reeling with how she was going to get out of his quarters unseen and into her own to put on her uniform.
Chakotay felt her tense. “Worrying already, sweetheart?” he planted another kiss in the top of her sweet-smelling red tresses. “Don’t.”
“I’m just wondering if there’s any diplomatic way to get back to my quarters without anyone seeing me,” Kathryn laughed into him before discovering that he smelled absolutely delicious, and lavished soft kisses on his muscled chest.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Chakotay stroked her hair, moving to her soft face and neck. Kathryn sighed again at the feel of his long, hardened fingers so tenderly massaging her alabaster skin. “Do you have any regrets about last night, Kathryn?” he whispered.
She looked up at him then, noticing how handsome he was even in the dim light. “None.”
Chakotay leaned up and surrounded her face with his hands again, holding her steady. “Then who cares who sees?” he asked her, kissing the tip of her nose.
She giggled. It seemed so incongruous to her, lying there nude covered only by a blanket, in the arms of her drop-dead handsome (and she finally allowed the thought to permeate her mind) first officer. She could almost picture the handbook of Starfleet protocols laying somewhere on the floor ripped to shreds, or better yet, dropped into the recycler.
But Chakotay had been right. If they were going to regret this, then they were risking everything, not just what had happened last night, but their friendship and the entire command structure of Voyager as well. He was also right about everyone and anyone seeing them. While Kathryn didn’t relish the thought of someone seeing them as they were now, at that very moment in time, the entire crew was used to seeing them together. So what did it matter if they left the same quarters in the morning?
Chakotay was gazing at her -- very intently. “What?” Kathryn smiled at him, fighting the heat that was coming up her cheeks under his hands.
“Tell me something,” Chakotay asked her carefully. “Have you ever been pampered?”
“Pampered?” Kathryn’s eyebrows raised to her hairline. Tuvok would have been proud. “Um…well…not since we’ve been in the Delta Quadrant, no.” she was reluctant to discuss her relationship with Mark with him.
“I won’t press you,” Chakotay gave her a kiss that took her breath away. Kathryn’s hands slid up to the crevices of Chakotay’s shoulders, where his neck met the rest of his body, and held there softly. “But if you’d like…I can show you.”
It didn’t take him asking a second time. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
His smile was enough to make her day – and every day after – wonderful. She tried to shift and groaned instantly.
“Whoa there,” he took her gently, grasping under her buttocks, and rolled her until she was flat on her back. “You’re probably a bit sore.”
“A bit?” the muscles she had forgotten about existing were cramped and erratic, sending flicks of warning through her legs and body. Wobbling, she got to her feet and managed to use the bathroom. Blowing him a kiss on her way out the door, she said, “I’ll see you back here, after duty.”
“Nineteen hundred,” he confirmed, on his own way to the bathroom. As a last comment, he threw at her, “Dress comfortably.”
That day did not only drag, both officers were convinced some inexorable hand of fate had stopped each and every chronomter in the universe. It was all they could do not to both call down to Engineering and ask B’Elanna if they ship’s systems were functioning properly in that regard. Kathryn couldn’t stop the glances she was throwing at Chakotay, sitting at her side, right hand playing with the console between them, fingers tapping at certain keys, watching them light in tandem, checking systems. Those fingers that had only one night before been…she had to stop thinking this way. She wasn’t going to make it otherwise. She excused herself to her ready room.
Chakotay may have been tapping at the keys on the console, but in his eyes they weren’t keys…they were places on the Captain’s body, his Kathryn’s body now, places that would tickle and excite and make her squirm. He could almost feel her groaning underneath him…and stopped trying to feel that way immediately – or sooner, when he felt his own cock twitching under a uniform that would not hide his condition.
Their duty shift ended at eighteen hundred hours, enough time to allow him to prepare for her arrival. He’d hoped she would eat before she showed up at his door, but if not, he could manage to whip something up from the replicator rations…later.
Much later.
His door chime rang, and there she stood, smiling up at him, grinning like a foolish schoolgirl. He laughed and shook his head before pulling her inside, away from the prying eyes of crew members. While he didn’t particularly care who knew about their relationship, having them see their Captain smiling like an idiot was a different subject entirely.
Chakotay gave her a kiss by way of hello, a gentle, tender kiss, not letting his tongue or teeth get involved, cupping her face with his hand before wrapping his arms around her and holding her body close. She responded in turn, her arms sliding up under his armpits, fingers splaying across his back. “Mmmm…”
“And how was your day today?” he asked teasingly.
“As if you had to ask!” She swatted at him playfully.
“Well…I did wonder why you ran into your ready room 20 minutes after our shift began.”
“It was sitting there just watching you and your hands on the…uh, Chakotay…?”
He was busily unfastening her pants. They came down her legs. “Yes, Kathryn?” he said innocently.
“What are you doing?” her voice was muffled by the tunic that came over her head.
“It’s like I told you this morning,” he traced the valley of her breasts with one finger. “Pampering you.”
“Oh.” Was all she could say. So this is what he had had in mind…
“It’s all right, Kathryn,” Chakotay smiled at the expression on her face, leaning back to unclip her bra. “You’ll see.”
Funny that he hadn’t undone the ponytail her hair was fastened into. The thought ran through her mind as he gently slid a finger along the lace of her panties, lowering them without the slightest inhibitions about what he was doing. She held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of them, her knees trembling a bit, though she found it suddenly a fierce turn-on to be standing in front of him completely naked.
Chakotay scooped her up without a word, kissing her neck as she gripped him studiously, her head arching back in his arms and resting against his shoulder, carrying her into the bathroom.
“Oh Chakotay!” Kathryn gasped. The bathtub was full of water, atop which bubbly foam could be seen. Candles lit around the edges, as well as the perimeter of the room, gave it a soft, flickering, romantic glow. The scent of flowers – lilacs, her nose recognized – and cherries as well, graced her senses and made her a little lightheaded.
He lowered her with great care, settling her in the lavishly warm-hot water, moving her hair out of the way and making sure the water covered her up to her shoulders. “This is wonderful…” Kathryn breathed.
“Do you know how many times I thought about doing this on New Earth?” Chakotay asked her softly as he took a cloth and soaped it with lavender-scented liquid. It made her blush, and she looked down at her own naked body floating serenely. He started at her feet, working with great precision, not missing a spot from in between her toes to her shoulders. He paid special attention to her breasts, as well as her inner thighs and He even had her close her eyes while he washed her face, and lifted her arms to soap underneath. Before he stopped he leaned her forward, one gentle, powerful hand on her shoulder, and washed her back, down to the very tip of the crack that would lead to…other places.
“There,” he said, giving her a loving smile, kissing her cheek as she leaned back in the water. “Is it too cold for you yet?” she shook her head. “Then just rest for awhile. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” Kathryn asked him, tears of happiness threatening to spill down her cheeks.
“I’m not leaving,” he said quietly, chucking her chin. “I’ll be right back,” he repeated, and disappeared through the door.
“What were you doing?” curiosity got the better of her, when he came back through the door into the dim light, holding a lightweight robe and a towel.
“Why don’t you get out and I’ll show you?” he asked in response, holding out the towel, that same loving smile on his face that seemed to have been permanently plastered there. She complied and he lifted her out of the tub, carefully so she wouldn’t slip, holding her elbow.
“There!” the robe covered her modestly enough, Kathryn supposed, tying the sash around her waist. “Now what is it I heard you doing?”
He took her hand and led her back into his sleeping area, where his bed had been softly covered with a thick towel-blanket type of covering, she supposed – it looked as though it could be used for either. A box of various lotions and creams lay to the side, on the table. Her breath caught as Chakotay firmly reached from behind her and began to undo the sash.
“I was going to give you a massage…” he whispered in her ear.
“Wait.” Her fingers tightened over his.
“Kathryn,” he said almost reproachfully, “you’re not getting shy now, are you? Is there anything different than what I’ve seen over the past few days?”
“No,” she fought for words as she tried to explain. “I just…it’s just that…”
Without warning she turned to face him. Her fingers fumbled at the buttons on his cream-colored shirt, so nicely smooth and contrasted against his dark skin. It was one of her favorites, and he knew it. “Ah…I see,” he commented as her fingers peeled the material from his arms, helping her, “you just didn’t want to feel so…alone.”
“In more ways then one,” she whispered, watching him as he shed his pants. Her breath caught.
“Oh Kathryn…my Kathryn.” Chakotay put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her deeply, his tongue roaming and exploring her mouth, feeling her lower teeth, her palate, gasping as she divested herself of the robe to press against him, groaning into her as he felt himself twitch and harden almost instantaneously.
“Do you have any idea of how good you smell?” Chakotay rubbed his hands along Kathryn’s erect nipples, teasing and gently pinching the points. They grew a bit darker, filling with blood, becoming warm to his touch.
Kathryn thought to say something, but it was cut off by what his fingers were doing, aided by his mouth, as he pushed her gently to the bed, then in a surprising move, flipping her over to her stomach. She spluttered. “What are you…”
“Shhhh…” Chakotay smoothed her long hair back, running his fingers along the smoothness of her pink cheeks. She was so beautiful. “It’s your night tonight, Kathryn…”
“Oh…Chakotay…” her cheeks were flushed, as was the rest of her body. He’d released her internal strain once, given her that release, but knew as well as any other he could give her much more.
He lavished kisses on her spine, holding her down gently with his hands, keeping her in place on the bed, down to the folds that he carefully spread. She was already close, the thick fluid trickling, dripping almost out of her, making her tremble, even more so when he caressed her soft, rounded buttocks and tickled her clit with his finger before lowering his mouth on her.
She moaned with abandon and joy, her hips rising, knees bending to push herself to him, his hands holding her hips keeping her in place as his tongue laved gentle and lazy circles around her folds, her labia, the tip of his tongue flicking her clitoris before he rounded it and pushed it gently inside of her. He kept it there, his fingers tracing body parts elsewhere, even going up to squeeze underneath her and cup a breast before releasing and suckling on her lips, keeping her spread for him.
“Cha…Cha…Cha-ko-tay!” She screamed out loud, trembling from head to foot, hands clenching the pillow her head rested on, partly in pleasure and partly in terror at the pleasure he was causing her to feel, his mouth breathing and humming and blowing cool air over the flow of liquid that spurted from her into his mouth.
Chakotay stealthily slipped one finger inside of her, hearing her moan, feeling the aftershocks clench around the digit.
“Gently, Kathryn, gently…” he forced himself to remain still. “There’s plenty more for you to have, my Kathryn.”
He coaxed one more orgasm out of her, carefully licking her juices, feeling her stomach tighten marvelously as the ripples started, hearing her cry out more sharply, almost screaming again, and silenced her by moving up and kissing her lips.
She could taste herself on him, on his lips, his tongue; she drank at him eagerly, and he had to slow her down again.
“Please…” she begged him, arching her neck to his kisses, “Please…”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kathryn,” his voice was the calm in the endless storm as he rolled both of them, stopping when he was almost sitting up against the bulkhead, Kathryn’s body straddling him.
“You won’t…please…” she begged him, desperately, her hands digging into his shoulders, wanting him inside so terribly.
“Kathryn,” Chakotay leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone. “I love you.”
“I love you too…ohhhhhhhh…” Kathryn moaned as he penetrated her, arching her neck and throwing her head back, despite the slickness already present there was still a dull, hot ache that was a joy itself in its sweetness. Chakotay placed his hands on her hips and rocked her back and forth on his length, before long slipping one hand in between them to tease her already so-swollen nub.
Nothing could have ever prepared Kathryn for what she felt at that moment in time. No years of dreaming, no wondering…nothing. Her blood coursed through her body, throbbing, adding to the vibrations and swelling already taking place in her clitoris. The nub was now the secondary object of Chakotay’s affections, his size and technique allowing him to rub against it even when he moved his hands away, back to her hips, guiding her, as his cock strained her inner walls, expanding them, expanding her. She closed her eyes as waves of sheer joy and pleasure, complete and uninhibited, washed over her again and again and again, only adding to the sweet ache building.
It started in her stomach, the tensing and tightening, muscles clenching gently as though with the help of tiny fingers inside manipulating her, rippling down through her abdomen and into her vaginal walls, only aided by Chakotay’s maddeningly slow rhythm. Kathryn gasped softly and then cried out, whimpering and cooing with the feel of it, and the warmth that spread afterward throughout her belly and even into her back. Her hands gripped Chakotay’s broad, muscled shoulders as if she never wanted to let him go, as hot juices flowed around, over, and past him, pooling into the black wiry curls beneath them.
He responded by putting his arms around her, his fingers parting her buttocks carefully, spreading her wider then she could ever remember. It was impossible not to come, there was nothing inhibiting his strong cock from pressing deep, deep within her walls – deeper then she remembered him last night, gasping in pleasure as she felt him buried within her to the hilt. She could even feel his testicles touch her slightly as she slid up and down the length, her head against the solidness of his shoulder, the hard muscles now seeming so soft under her sweaty cheek. Kathryn bucked and screamed again as she felt the very tip of Chakotay’s cock press against her cervix, sending her careening over the edge again.
“Kathryn – Kathryn!” Chakotay cried out, holding her to him with fierce tenderness, feeling his length touch her inner points, completing something that he never knew wasn’t before. Their voices mingled as Chakotay’s hot seed spurted inside of her.
“Mmmmnnn…Chakotay…” Kathryn purred as she kissed his neck, circling his ear with her tongue, trembling all over, literally shaking in his arms, not wanting to come down from the heights they had attained. The places he led her to…he shushed her by kissing her mouth gently, tracing it with his finger, his hand on the small of her back.
“My Kathryn,” Chakotay chuckled. “You’re so passionate…”
“You’re so handsome…” Kathryn mumbled back, letting him place her onto the covering before he disengaged, trying to quell the pang she felt at him leaving her.
Chakotay gave her a loving smile, tracing her stomach with his finger, rimming her bellybutton as he bathed her again, there on the bed, washing her carefully as if she was a baby, the warm cloth pressed against her sensitive apex of pleasure taking away the slickness and messiness of their erotic doings. He slipped one of his shirts on her, buttoning it up gently and carefully, massaging her shoulders, and while she was in the bathroom stripped away the covering on the top of his bed.
She snuggled carefully but willingly into his arms upon her return, noting that he had put on a pair of underwear to cover his own…areas. With her head on his shoulder, his arms keeping her close enough to hear and feel the heartbeat thrumming through his body, Chakotay’s chin pillowed into her hair, they fell asleep, contentedly, murmuring their love and adoration of each other.
“I trust you with my life,” were her last words to him that night, their lips meeting in a sweet, delicious kiss.
“I know,” was all he said, tucking her against him snugly before his eyes closed, and his rhythmic, gentle snoring was the last thing Kathryn heard before oblivious bliss claimed her.
