Kathryn stood at the window of her quarters, watching the stars streak by at warp speed, wondering if she shouldn’t just turn around and get to work on the many things that required her attention. There was that new technique B’Elanna wanted to try, and of course the many squibbles and squabbles from her crew, who were actually rather happy as long as their holodeck time wasn’t broken in to…
Her door chime sounded. Chakotay walked in before she could actually call him in.
He knew her too well.
“Isn’t it polite to wait until someone asks you to come in?” she snapped, with a little more bite than she intended.
“At least I knocked this time.” He had a point. The time he’d caught her in the shower had been a rather…steamy situation. Never mind that now. She was not going to go there.
“What can I do for you?” she asked him, getting to the issue.
“I thought you’d like to join me on the holodeck for some Velocity.” He was polite and to the point.
“Sorry, Commander,” Kathryn managed a rueful grin as she sat on her couch. “I have some work here that needs my attention.”
“Ah. And it’ll disappear if you take a few hours of time to enjoy yourself.”
“That’s not the point and you know it!” she shot up. “It’s just that…I think…”
“I think that’s your problem.” Chakotay broke in, stepping closer to her.
“I…what?” now she was thoroughly confused.
“You think too much.” He wasn’t wasting any time with this one.
“I do not!” Kathryn protested, but it sounded more like a controlled whimper of a child defending itself. She swallowed hard.
“Oh yes you do.” Chakotay moved closer to her, invading her space as he did so often. And just as often, it made her tremble.
“What’re you doing?” Involunarily, Kathryn stepped backward – or would have if Chakotay hadn’t caught her upper arms.
He turned the full force of his gentle smile on her, the love for once in his eyes barren and showing itself. “Showing you --” he kissed her left cheek –“that you can actually --” he kissed her right cheek, “feel, and not have to think a thing.”
“But…” Kathryn didn’t get a chance to splutter any more before his mouth captured hers and silenced it with a slow, lazy kiss, lips caressing hers, not using his tongue at all but leaving the knowledge that it was there, just waiting for the time when it could be used. In spite of herself, she melted.
Chakotay released her, bringing her into an embrace more for the fact he was afraid she’d fall over on him if he didn’t. When she could stand without assistance, he released her and went to her closet.
“Hmmm…let’s see…” he rifled through her clothes. “No, no, no…yes.”
He returned to her holding a dark-pink-colored dress draped over his arm. “Now. You put this on, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to collect you.”
“Collect me?” Kathryn’s eyebrows rose. “What…”
“Shhh.” Chakotay put a hand over her lips. “No questions. Don’t think.” He pushed her towards her private sleeping area. “Just go get dressed.”
Kathryn, not knowing what else to do, obeyed without a sound, stripping off her uniform once she heard the door to the corridor close and pulling the dress over her head. Chakotay hadn’t yet come back, so she made use of the extra time by brushing out her hair, parting it carefully and drawing it up into a barette in the front.
Her door chime rang again as she was finishing. “Well well, all done and ready I see,” Chakotay gave her another handsome smile, this one with love and gentleness spreading on his face. He had changed into an off-duty shirt and trousers. Kathryn held back from touching him again, to see if it was as soft as it looked on his body. She tried to tell herself she didn’t want to know, but knew it was a lie even as she chanted it in her head.
“Where are we going?” Kathryn asked quietly when they were in the turbolift.
“It’s a surprise,” Chakotay responded mysteriously.
“Surprise?” she squeaked.
“Yes,” he was firm, leading her down the corridor by the hand and not caring who saw them. Kathryn felt her face turn beet red, but only because the EPS conduits must have gone offline when he took her hand…it was definitely getting hotter in that corridor.
The holodeck was already functioning when they stepped inside the doors, and Chakotay immediately engaged the privacy lock. Kathryn looked around. They were standing in a wooded area, through which was a path to a beach. Kathryn could see the large expanse of darkening water ahead. Warm breezes ruffled her hair, carrying a sweet-salty tang that enticed her nostrils.
Chakotay had set the program for dusk, the last rays of purple-orange-rose streaking the sky as the inky blue of twilight took over, the horizon still holding the warmth of day as the mystery of night began to show itself in the opposite edges, stars not yet beginning to show themselves.
“Well?” he grasped her upper arms again.
“It’s beautiful,” Kathryn said honestly as she looked through the treetops to see the mixture of colors and hues blending themselves, merging peacefully.
Somewhere in the distance a creature that sounded very much like an owl hooted.
“I think so too,” he whispered, and gathered her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked him again, as hers automatically went around his neck.
“Taking you down to the beach.”
He held her close, snugly, all the way to the soft sand that stretched for a meter in front of the water. It was larger than Kathryn had thought, the waves lapping at the shore, wetting and hardening the sand, darkening its color, cascading and receding out to depths unknown. On the sand was a huge blanket, soft and thick, spread enough for two people to stretch out on if they pleased – which is exactly what Chakotay had in mind.
Chakotay laid her down gently on that blanket, flat on her back, the loving look in his eyes never more apparent. “Chakotay…” Kathryn whispered. He sensed her fear, her awkwardness as he divested himself of his clothing -- quickly.
Kathryn tried to sit up; he didn’t let her, pushing her back down to the sand with his weight. “Don’t think, just feel,” he repeated for perhaps the twentieth time that night, kissing her forehead gently over and over, warm moist lips against her temples causing her breath to catch before he planted a butterfly kiss on her nose.
His hand caressed her forehead, resting gently on it while he found her neck, leaving gentle kisses from her collarbone up the smooth skin to the back of her ear, where he suckled and nibbled on the lobe. His lips were everywhere; they found her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her neck, leaving behind trails of fire and ice in their wake.
She was trembling already. Chakotay had a suspicion that if he’d spent too long on her ears she’d crumble to pieces in his arms, a thing which he wasn’t entirely against but when it happened, he wanted it to be her choice.
He pulled her dress over her head gently, bunching the skirt in his large hands while Kathryn sat up slightly so that it would flow smoothly over her head, and tossed it to the side. She wasn’t resisting him, not one bit.
She’d worn nothing underneath except for a pair of high-cut, sweet little panties, which left nothing to the imagination.
His lips wound their way up her arms, beginning with her hands; he kissed her fingers and knuckles and turned her hand over to lick at her palm before running his tongue up and down her arms, ending at her shoulders at which he spared nothing.
When he repeated the gesture with the other arm, his tongue in his armpit causing her to snicker, Chakotay allowed his head to slide down, barely touching the valley between her breasts before beginning to kiss, lick, and nuzzle his way around them, nudging them gently with his nose. Kathryn’s breath changed to short gasps; Chakotay kept everything gentle, gentle kisses, gentle licks, gentle nips when his lips folded over her nipples and encased them within his mouth. His hands wandered, caressing her neck and face, thumbs brushing at her cheeks, while he rolled the hardened nubbins between his lips and suckled like a baby.
He changed positions somewhat often, though not that much; it was more a movement in order to keep their bodies contacted than anything else, if he were thinking, but he wasn’t – he was doing exactly what he had told her to do, and acting on instinct, using her breathing and moans as cues that he was doing right from wrong.
Then again, he didn’t think he could do anything wrong at that point.
Chakotay rimmed her navel, catching her hands that came down to stroke him before releasing them, putting them at her sides. His hands brushed and stroked through auburn floss as his fingers removed the panties, already carrying her warmth as his knuckles parted her folds, pink and dripping. She was trembling more forcefully…he listened to her breathing carefully. It was growing more and more ragged. Soon she would…
Yes, she was whimpering now. Gods she was so beautiful. One hand eased up to her abdomen and splayed lightly across. It was hard, so hard, almost as hard as the erection that nestled itself comfortably against her alabaster flesh, engorged. Chakotay flicked her clitoris with his thumb gently, once, back and forth, and was gratified when she shuddered.
The muscles beneath his fingers rippled, but did not release. He flicked at her again and again and again, the hard nubbin so ripe begging for the attention he would gladly lavish upon it. Finally, her back arched, and her moans gave way to soft cries and coos, at which he slipped the tip of a finger inside, opening her, watching the juices flow onto the blanket.
“God…Chakotay…” she whimpered to him.
His hands pushed her thighs apart, baring everything to him – he felt her tense and reassured her with light kisses along the insides of smooth white flesh, soft and luscious beneath him. As her legs parted further places that had long since been denied touch opened to him, and he felt obligated to
Chakotay slipped his finger all the way inside, stroking deeply, gently, almost losing control at feeling her warmth surround him. Another joined it – she hissed and he stilled his movement, allowing her to adjust, but it passed, and his strokes started again.
She came for him, to him, her eyes closing, back arching, muscles clenching around his digits, hips grinding as her feet planted themselves on the blanket flat on the soft sand, while his thumb caressed her bud, his free hand snaking around one leg to hold it still, keeping her parted for him.
His tongue softly reached out and tasted her, sweet and thick. Unable to hold back he buried his head against her, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh as he kissed and suckled and rolled her gently between his teeth, nipping here and there. Whorling circles around her pink vulva he pressed into her, hardening his tongue and tasting what she had to offer.
His erection was throbbing now, demanding more attention than he was capable of giving, and she was more than ready. Her hands had clenched in his hair at the moment when his tongue tasted her, and yet he had been oblivious to anything but the sweet majesty she was offering.
The tip of his cock nudged at her entrance when he kissed his way back up her abdomen, nuzzling her breasts, rubbing his cheek over them as well as his lips.
It happened so fast – all it took was her raising her legs, her calves resting against the sides of his body. Chakotay didn’t realize that he was within her walls until he pressed forward and found himself buried to the base of his shaft. His testicles contracted at the feel of skin against skin, tender flesh against flesh.
Kathryn was staring at him, her head raising to look with shining eyes of awe and joyful surprise at the place where they were joined. Chakotay kept himself braced, one hand circling the back of her neck to draw her forehead against his shoulder, nuzzling away the sheen of persperation. He kissed her tenderly, his tongue dipping and exploring her mouth as hers was doing to him.
His movements were gentle but sure; he rocked gently back and forth, their hips finding a rhythm, joining and releasing, short strokes giving way to longer ones until he almost pulled completely out of Kathryn’s depths that embraced him so fully.
“I love you,” she whispered, turning her head to kiss his neck, arms encircling him, holding him close.
“Oh…” Chakotay tried to speak but it broke his control, his hardness lengthening slightly as his testicles contracted. He moaned long and low, spilling hot seed into her that mingled with one last time of her own, her back stiffening against him, pulling them both over a cliff, falling, falling beneath a sky in which stars went nova, shimmering down on them in their beauty…
She was the first to speak after they had enough breath to do so. “What…happened?” she asked in a shaky voice.
Chakotay chuckled slightly. “We just made love, Kathryn.” He whispered to her, kissing her temple before pulling her close against him.
“It’s never been like that,” her voice trembled. When he looked at her again tears were slipping down her cheeks.
“I know,” he told her softly, wiping the wetness with a massive hand. “It’s all right Kathryn…Kathryn look at me.”
Shame shone in her eyes, vying with the joy. “Don’t be afraid,” Chakotay reassured her. “It’s all right, really it is. You were beautiful, more beautiful than anything I could have imagined.”
Kathryn cried in his arms. “There there,” Chakotay pulled her to his chest, tucking her tight against him, “Let it out. You’ll feel better.”
Ten minutes later Kathryn had stopped sobbing, Chakotay stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head as well as her forehead lightly. “Feel better?” he asked her quietly.
“I think so,” her chest was still heaving, from the sexual and emotional release. “I’m sorry, I just…I never thought…”
“Hush.” Chakotay kissed her mouth again, leaving nothing of his intentions to the imagination. “With me, you don’t have to be scared. You can cry, and all I’ll do is hold you. You can talk to me about anything, and I’ll listen. You can be human, Kathryn. You don’t have to be the pillar of strength.”
More tears slid down her cheeks at his proclamation. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
“Because I love you,” he said tenderly, as if it should have been obvious. He kissed her yet again and pulled another blanket, actually a soft, warm quilt, over both of them. “Go to sleep.”
“Here?” she mumbled groggily in his arms.
“For a while,” he agreed. “We’ll talk when you’ve rested.”
She felt the beginnings of panic starting within her, she didn’t know how long he’d reserved the holodeck, what if someone walked in on them, worse yet what if the ship was attacked or…
She was asleep before she could finish the thought.
