Disclaimer on first part of story.
By Orion
Kathryn entered the Bridge the following morning and called for the report. There wasn't much to hear, as they were still orbiting Krytok, but she was informed all of the supplies were in storage and all necessary repairs were almost complete. She saw Chakotay was already sitting in his chair working at his console. A shiver ran up her spine as he looked over at her, his eyes running the length of her body. Kathryn felt a warmth spreading through her, and something about his expression told her she wasn't off the hook yet. "You have the Bridge, Commander," she said, and disappeared into her ready room.
Oh Kathryn, she thought as the doors closed behind her, you were always weaker where Chakotay was concerned, but now just his glance is capable of setting you on fire? Kathryn walked up to the upper level and tried to control her rapid breathing. Kneeling down on the sofa, she rested her forearms on it's back and looked out of the viewport at the blue and green sphere of Krytok before her. It did nothing to calm her, however, as visions from her dreams of the night before began to engross her mind. And such erotic dreams they had been. Chakotay had teased her, making her squirm until she had begged him to make her whole. And not just once, but many times.
Her door chimed, and Kathryn slowly opened eyes she hadn't realized she had closed. She knew who it was. She felt it. Felt him. "Come in," she said huskily. She saw Chakotay's reflection in the viewport as he entered her ready room. Glancing over her shoulder at him, the look on his face took her breath away. He looked as if he had been remembering the same dreams as she.
He walked toward her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Computer," he said softly, "engage automatic door lock, Chakotay beta six."
"Lock engaged," came the response.
As Chakotay's eyes dared her to protest his order, Kathryn drew in a ragged breath and turned again to face the viewport. Her lack of argument foretold of the inevitable, and it made her heart beat faster in anticipation. She watched his reflection as he stepped up to the upper level and walked over to stand by the sofa. Their eyes met in the viewport and Kathryn began to tremble. God, she asked herself, how is it possible I can be so turned on and he hasn't even touched me yet?
Kathryn felt the sofa sink in as Chakotay knelt behind her, the contact of his chest against her back practically causing her to melt, and she gasped as his evident arousal pressed against her buttocks. Without speaking, Chakotay slowly brushed her hair aside and began kissing the side of her neck just above the line of her collar. Kathryn held on to the back of the sofa as fingers of electricity radiated throughout her body. Then his hand reached around from behind and took a hold of her uniform zipper and pulled it down until it could go no further, then dipped inside and cupped her breast. At the same time his other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her even tighter against him.
"So," he said quietly, raising his head slightly to look at her in the viewport, "do you want me, Kathryn?" His thumb was doing amazing things to the already erect peak of her breast, even through her bra and turtleneck.
Her eyes converged with his in the glass in front of her. "Yes," she choked out, closing her eyes in total surrender, and giving no thought what so ever as to where they were or her previous objections.
Chakotay withdrew his hand from her breast and inserted it into her hair. He turned her head to the side and leaned forward slightly. Their mouths met in a passion so raw it only increased the feral need growing within them. Lips, teeth, and tongues were savagely explored as well as the heated caverns beyond. The forcefulness of the crushing kiss seemed to serve as punishment for sins committed on both sides.
Chakotay grabbed Kathryn's uniform at the shoulders, tugging it roughly down and off of her arms, then further until it pooled at her knees. His hands slid under the bottom of her turtleneck to stroke the hot skin of her stomach before drifting up to her breasts where he toyed with the tender peaks through the lace of her bra. Kathryn broke off the kiss and took in a gulp of the precious air she had been denying herself. She glanced up and caught her reflection in the viewport, barely recognizing the woman with the passion-glazed eyes and swollen mouth who stared back at her. She tipped her head back to rest on Chakotay's shoulder and her hands ran up and down the outsides of his thighs.
Chakotay leaned his head down and playfully bit her shoulder, stopping just short of the point of pain. Kathryn's one hand reached behind her, wedging between their bodies until her palm came in contact with the firmness straining against his uniform. A shudder ran through him. "Oh God, Kathryn," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "Do you know what you do to me?"
She lifted her head off of his shoulder and gazed at him in the viewport. "I think I have an idea," she said softly, and flexed her hand on him causing him to groan and momentarily close his eyes. He opened them a few seconds later and grinned wickedly. He removed a hand from her breast and dragged it downward over her stomach, beyond her navel, and then slipped into the front of her underwear. Chakotay continued moving lower still, until his hand came upon the wetness between her legs.
Kathryn sucked in a breath as his fingers stroked her sensitive flesh. He was torturing her with pure pleasure and he knew it. When he inserted one, and then two fingers she forced her knees apart as far as her restrictive clothing would allow. Kathryn's hands moved to grasp the back of the sofa as Chakotay's mouth came down on the lobe of her ear, sucking it inside and grazing it with his teeth. Sighing, and rubbing her body back and forth against his seemed about all Chakotay could take. He pulled his hands and body away from her and stood up.
"Chakotay...." Kathryn said in a bewildered voice, looking over her shoulder at him.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said as he unzipped his uniform. "Just stay there," he ordered. Chakotay removed his uniform and underwear in record time and knelt behind Kathryn again before the chill she felt in his absence had a chance to take hold. His hands spanned the sides of her waist for a moment and he said quietly, "Of all the places to make love with you, I've never pictured us in here during duty."
He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees where her uniform rested. Then he lifted each knee slightly and pushed the clothing beneath her shins. "I have," she said, grinning when he straightened.
Chakotay raised his eyebrows. "Kathryn, you shock me," he said, then he smiled. "I like it."
She turned her head and their lips met in a brief but hungry kiss. Chakotay pulled away and pushed her slightly forward until she was leaning against the back of the sofa. He moved into position behind her and the tip of his arousal came in contact with her swollen folds. Chakotay moved back and forth a little, teasing her as he had done in her dreams. With her blood coursing through her veins, Kathryn was unable to wait any longer. She pushed back toward Chakotay just as he grabbed her hips and plunged forward, making their union complete.
In the beginning, his thrusts were slow and easy, and the need in Kathryn grew. He soon increased the momentum, and Kathryn's fingers dug into the soft back of the sofa, her knuckles turning white. Kathryn felt totally consumed by their ardor as Chakotay reached a hand down between her legs to stroke the sensitive nerves hidden there.
At his initial touch she moaned rather loudly and Chakotay lightly cupped his other hand over her mouth. "Shhhh....remember, these walls aren't entirely soundproof," he whispered. "And I'm assuming you don't want the Bridge crew to know what we're really doing in here," he chuckled, while continuing to stroke her.
"You're driving me insane," she managed to gasp out between harsh breaths.
"Good," Chakotay said, fairly breathless himself. "That's what you've been doing to me for years. Especially lately."
They looked at each other's reflections and the passion pulsing through them seemed to explode into the atmosphere making Chakotay drive harder and faster into her. Soon Kathryn's whole body was screaming for release, and as she felt him tense and plunge into her one last time, she too caught the vortex which took her spiraling out of control. Kathryn bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in abandonment.
When the wave finally passed through her, she rested her forehead on the cool glass of the viewport trying to catch her breath. Chakotay wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder. "Wow," he said softly.
Kathryn smiled. "You took the word right out of my mouth, Commander." They slowly straightened and she reached up and tentatively touched her bottom lip with her fingertips.
Chakotay took her chin and turned her head to the side. "Looks like you're going to have a bruise there," he said, examining her lip.
"How am I going to explain that?"
"You can just say you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out while in the throes of passion."
"Very funny."
"You ran into an Ensign exiting the turbolift?"
"Better."
Chakotay kissed her gently and backed off of the sofa. He picked up his underwear and uniform and quickly dressed. Kathryn pulled her underwear up and was struggling with her uniform, which she was still kneeling on. Chakotay helped her stand and pulled her uniform back up her body, holding it for her as she maneuvered her arms into it. When it was over her shoulders he reached down and zipped it for her. They both glanced down.
"You'd think Starfleet would issue uniforms that didn't wrinkle," Kathryn commented, trying to smooth the creases covering her outfit. "What are they going to think I've been doing?" she asked, growing concerned.
Chakotay put his fingers under her chin and tipped it up, his eyes serious. "Kathryn, forget the uniform. We have more important things to talk about."
"I know," she said solemnly, looking at him.
"Kathryn..." Chakotay began.
"Torres to Chakotay," B'Elanna's voice interrupted him.
"Chakotay here."
"I've finished the warp core diagnostic. You said you wanted to take a look at it."
"Thanks, B'Elanna. I'll be right there. Chakotay out." He looked down at Kathryn. "I should go. How about I meet you in your quarters at 19:30?" he asked.
"I'll be there," she said. She watched him turn to leave, and when he was almost at the door she called, "Chakotay."
He stopped and faced her. She couldn't quite bring her eyes to his. "You and Kaylara...." her voice trailed off.
"We didn't sleep together, Kathryn," he said as if reading her mind. She gave a small smile and nodded her head. "I'll see you tonight," Chakotay said, and left her ready room.
*****
19:20. Ten more minutes, Kathryn thought as she paced her quarters. She couldn't wait to see Chakotay, and at the same time she was dreading his arrival. Her mind drifted back to that morning in her ready room and her face grew hot from the memories of their desire. Well Kathryn, you certainly can't deny you want him. What she was really embarrassed about though, was her behavior of the past week. She had acted horribly, and all because she had been jealous. How was she going to explain that to Chakotay? Maybe she wouldn't have to explain anything. He knew damn well she had been jealous, even going so far as to accuse her of it.
Kathryn wiped her sweaty palms on the long green tunic she wore over white leggings. Why was she so nervous? She went to the replicator and ordered a glass of cold water. Just as she held the glass to her lips, her door chimed making her jump, and some of the water ran over the glass and down her chin. Damn! "Come in," she called. She set the glass down and began wiping her chin with her sleeve.
Chakotay entered and took in her actions. "That's what napkins are for," he said, grinning.
Kathryn dropped her arm. "Thanks for the info. I'll keep that in mind." She looked at him and saw him take in her appearance. Her heart skipped a beat. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, motioning toward the replicator.
"Yes," he said, coming closer, "but not from there." Kathryn blushed at the implication and he took her hand. "Perhaps later," he said, leading her to the sofa. Chakotay didn't release her hand as they sat down aside of each other. Both were silent for a moment.
Kathryn inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, Chakotay," she said, looking down at their clasped hands. "My behavior has been reprehensible, and not very much like that of a Starfleet Captain."
"And very much like that of a jealous woman," he said quietly.
She gave his hand a small squeeze, hoping that would give her the strength for her admission. "Yes," she said finally. "I can just imagine what Kaylara thinks of me...not to mention you," she said, glancing up at him.
Chakotay turned sideways to face her better. He released her hand and brought his up to feel the silkiness of a strand of her hair. Kathryn shivered at the small tug. "I spoke with Kaylara last night," Chakotay said, and Kathryn's eyebrows raised a notch. "I felt the need to talk to someone after I left your quarters, and we know I couldn't talk to anyone on Voyager."
"You talked to her about me? About us?" she asked, shocked and somewhat embarrassed to think Kaylara knew what was "going on" between her and Chakotay. She stood up and went to retrieve her abandoned glass of water from the table and took a long sip.
"Don't worry," Chakotay said. "I spared her the gory details. But I felt she was owed an explanation for our little "scene" earlier on the holodeck."
Kathryn set the glass down. "I suppose she was," she said ruefully, staring into the clear liquid.
Chakotay remained seated and watched her. "She seemed to understand what you were dealing with."
"Oh," was all Kathryn said.
"I said you'd eventually come around. That is, if I didn't throttle you first in frustration."
Kathryn's head flew up. "Chakotay!"
"Even I have my limits, Kathryn," he said, looking at her admonishingly. "I was so angry. After you had told me "no" for the millionth time, I decided I would finally give up for good. But when I began spending time with Kaylara, you became furious. I didn't know what to think. Were you playing some kind of twisted game? Or were you really feeling something you didn't understand? Dare I think you could have possibly been jealous? I had every intention of talking to you about it, and then we had that argument in the corridor and I didn't care what you thought or were feeling. I was determined to forget you that night. At least for a few hours."
At those words, Kathryn's face grew pale, and she clutched the table behind her as she leaned back against it. "But I couldn't go through with it," Chakotay continued. "No matter how angry I was at you, I couldn't sleep with another woman. It wouldn't have been fair to any of us," he finished.
Tears stung Kathryn's eyes and she desperately tried to blink them back. "Oh Chakotay," she said, coming to stand in front of where he sat on the sofa. She shook her head. "You were worried about being fair? I'm the one who wasn't being fair. Pushing you away, and then getting angry as soon as you found someone else."
Chakotay stood up and brushed the single tear which had escaped down her cheek away with his thumb. "Why didn't you come talk to me?"
"And tell you I was jealous? So you could laugh in my face and tell me it was too late, that I blew it? I have too much pride. You should know that by now, Chakotay," she said softly.
He laughed and took her hands in his. "I do know it. That's why I tried to make you admit it."
"It almost worked."
"I know," he said, and bent to kiss her. It was only a whisper of a kiss at first, their lips barely brushing each other's. When Kathryn opened her mouth, Chakotay didn't hesitated to accept the invitation into it with his tongue. As her tongue met and tangled with his, she vaguely wondered how only a kiss could take someone to such dizzying heights. Chakotay eventually broke the kiss and they both found themselves breathless with arms wound around one another. "Why did you change your mind about us?"
"I realized I couldn't tell you "no" and expect you to not be with other women. And I never want to feel that way again. It was horrible."
"I agree," Chakotay said, hugging her to him and kissing the top of her head.
"Chakotay," Kathryn said, her cheek resting on his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.
"Yes."
"I think I love you."
"I know you do."
Kathryn pulled back slightly and looked up at him. "Oh, you do?"
"Yes," he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He began pulling her toward the bedroom.
"And where are we going?"
"The bedroom," he said matter of factly.
"Really," she said, smiling and offering no resistance.
They entered the next room and Chakotay pulled her to him again and began kissing her neck. "Oh, and Kathryn," he said against her heated skin.
"Hmmm...?" she purred, feeling too drugged to speak.
"I love you, too," he said, and tumbled her onto the bed. As she lay on her back, Chakotay straddled her thighs and pinned her wrists by either side of her head. "And this time," he whispered in her ear, "I want to be able to see you when I make love to you."
*****
Two days later, Kathryn and Chakotay stood side by side in her ready room gazing out at the slowly diminishing planet. "Well," Chakotay said, "everyone seems in good spirits now that they have all had time off with fresh air and our supplies have been replenished."
"Yes," Kathryn agreed. "Laken said his people really enjoyed Voyager's visit." Kathryn lapsed into silence as she wondered just how much someone else had enjoyed their visit, if at all.
As if reading her thoughts, Chakotay said, "I said good-bye to Kaylara this morning."
"Oh."
"I told her about us." She saw Chakotay looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but didn't speak. "She said she's glad you came to your senses."
"What?" Kathryn asked, turning to face him. Her eyes narrowed. "Did she really say that?"
"O.K. Maybe I said that, but she was thinking it."
Kathryn raised an eyebrow at him, trying to decide if she wanted to smack him or kiss him. "Janeway to Mr. Paris," she said instead.
"Paris here."
"You can take us to warp six now."
"Will do, Captain. Paris out."
They felt the ship slip into warp drive and the Earth-like planet completely disappeared from view. Suddenly Chakotay sat down on the sofa and pulled Kathryn sideways onto his lap, his arms encircling her waist.
"What do you think you're doing, Commander?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"What you asked for, Captain. I'm taking you to warp six," he said as his mouth claimed hers.
THE END