VINE-RIPENED GRAPES
Part 2

by Boz

Disclaimers - All of these characters are owned by Paramount - I just borrow them when they don’t need to use them for a while - and look at the fun they have while they’re with me!

Rating - NC-17

~*~ They completed the rest of the flight in silence and as they completed the post-flight check, he threw her a smile and said "Sorry".

She grinned back without saying anything; she really couldn’t stay mad with him for long, but she also didn’t know how long she could cope with this control game for. She was already starting to feel like an overloaded warp core.

As she stood in front of him waiting for the shuttle door to open, she suddenly felt a large hand cup one buttock, then slide quickly and suggestively between her legs.

"Chakotay....." she squeaked, turning towards him.........

"Yes, ma’am?" he replied with a straight face, motioning imperceptibly to the ensign standing outside the door.

"Uhhh," she took a breath. "Organise a briefing for the senior staff in twenty minutes."

"Yes ma’am," he tossed after her as she strode out of the shuttle bay. Dammit, there was no way he was going to let on to her how he had spent the entire flight back fighting for control and how he was longing to escape to his quarters for a long, cold shower.

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There was a feeling of optimism in the air at the staff meeting. Everyone was looking forward to having a chance to take part in the mining on the asteroid and as they spent time organising the expedition no one would have noticed anything but professionalism in the demeanour of the command team. Luckily no one also noticed the captain’s surprise as she felt a large foot begin to rub up and down the outside of her leg under the table. She fought to keep a straight face and eventually stood up and leaned on the back of Chakotay’s chair, making sure that as she talked, her warm breath flowed across his head, ruffling his hair. She watched closely, sure that she could see him beginning to squirm until he at last took the opportunity to get up and walk over to the computer to input some data. As the crew left, he followed them out then turned to her with a wide grin before he went out the door, threw her a mock salute and whispered "Touche."

The rest of the day they hardly saw each other as they prepared the equipment ready for an early morning start which saw most people grabbing a quick meal in the mess before turning in early.

The cargo bay was organised chaos the next morning as the final preparations were carried out. Somehow the captain found things there that needed her attention, unusual but not unknown. The commander was in charge of the mining away team and would fly the shuttle loads of minerals back to the ship at regular intervals. Although they appeared to ignore each other, the captain and commander seemed to brush past each other frequently and often found themselves carrying the same piece of equipment or working on the same console, hands touching and eyes meeting.

Eventually, the shuttle was almost ready for takeoff and as Chakotay walked past a huge pile of storage drums an arm suddenly snaked out and pulled him in behind the drums where they couldn’t be seen. He stared down at the captain as she grabbed him by both arms, reached up and whispered in his ear, "You just don’t know what you’re doing to me."

"Oh, yes, I do," he breathed back, then bent down and dropped a hard, brief kiss on her lips before turning and walking away, leaving her running a finger along her buzzing lips as she watched his back and fought the urge to rush out and seize him. Regaining her composure, outwardly at least, she strode out from behind the drums and headed for the bridge.

It was a long and satisfying day. No one commented on the fact that every time the shuttle flew back with a load, the captain just seemed to have to go to the cargo bay to check, but many noticed and wondered what might be afoot.

Finally the minerals were stored, the crew all back on board and everyone headed for the messhall for the hearty and almost appetising repast Neelix had prepared as a reward for their efforts. Kathryn could barely drag her eyes away from Chakotay; he was grimy and dusty and all she could smell was the sharp scent of his sweat, a badge worn for a day’s hard yet gratifying work. It was driving her nuts. All she wanted to do was run her hands up and down his sweat-slicked arms; she was burning for him, and she could tell that he knew it. Her dilemma wasn’t helped by Tom and B’Elanna, also dust streaked and sweaty, but almost high on their day’s achievements. They just couldn’t keep their hands off each other and no one was surprised when they downed their meal hurriedly and excused themselves, ignoring the ribald comments which followed in their wake.

The captain didn’t stay much longer and mumbled "Crew reports", leaving before her treacherous hands reached for their target. Chakotay watched with barely concealed humour; he could sense how close she was to cracking and wondered how quickly he could make his excuses and leave without giving the game away.

Back in her quarters, Kathryn threw down the PADD she had tried unsuccessfully to read several times and paced the floor holding a dialogue with herself. Should she throw herself on his mercy and show him just how close she was to losing control, or should she make him sweat a bit longer? As soon as she thought of ‘sweat’ she knew she was lost, the scent of him was still sharp in her nostrils and she knew she wanted more. Dragging off her uniform she pulled her midnight blue robe tight around her. Let him see she was naked underneath, she didn’t care, it would show him that she was totally prepared to relinquish control to him.

She scooted along the fortunately deserted corridor and rang his doorchime, hoping he had made it back to his quarters. The door slid open and he was standing on the other side, towelling his damp hair with a white towel whilst another towel was slung around his waist. She stumbled through the door and threw her arms around him, grabbing at the towel.

"Heyyyy" he complained, unwrapping her from around him, clutching at the towel before it slipped and stepping backwards.

"No, Chakotay, you can’t do this to me again. I want you, now, and I’m going to do anything you like, but if you leave me again I wont be accountable for my actions."

He swung her into his arms and quickly dropped her onto his couch.

"You’re learning," he chuckled. "Now, just wait there a moment." He disappeared into his sleeping alcove and stood for a moment taking deep breaths to centre himself and give himself control. He reappeared wearing an old, baggy sweatshirt and pants and Kathryn couldn’t hold back a groan of frustration which was answered by a dimpled grin as he sat down at the other end of the sofa.

"Oh yes, Miss Janeway, now where were we? I’m sure that you had something you wanted to discuss with me, now was it crew reports, or was it Seven’s latest spat......"

As he saw her open her mouth to comment he suddenly grabbed one foot in both hands and began to massage the sole with his thumbs.

"....or was there something a little more personal....?"

She gasped as his thumbs began to dig into her soles, finding points that sent shivers throughout her body. He lowered his head and suddenly his tongue was replacing his fingers. A fleeting thought ran through her mind..... ‘but we haven’t even kissed properly yet.....’ and twirled away as he sucked her big toe into his mouth licking and nipping at it, then moving from toe to toe as his hands began to caress and massage her other foot. Rivers of boiling liquid ran up and down her body; her back arched as he found particularly sensitive spots. She couldn’t control herself and began to whimper and gasp.

At last he raised his head.

"Well, ma’am...better and better...." He moved along the couch and finally took her mouth in a scorching kiss. She had never tasted such passion. His tongue thrust into her mouth, sliding across the roof, dancing with her tongue. She couldn’t get enough of him, her hands grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer. They could just stay there tongues jousting, lips moving over each other for eternity and she would have reached the pinnacle of happiness.

She felt him reach down and pull the cord off her robe, then he leaned back and stripped it off her, leaving her naked to his gaze. He ran his eyes down the length of her body, then as she started to blush, followed them with his hands and lips, rasping each nipple briefly with his tongue, dropping soft kisses across her stomach as she gasped and grabbed his hair. As he trailed his tongue back up between her breasts, she began tugging at his shirt. He kneeled beside her and let her pull it off and slide her hands across the hard rounded muscles of his solid chest. She fingered his nipples and tried to reach them with her mouth, but he pulled away and stood up, swiftly shedding his sweatpants, then grinning at her again when he saw a flash of disappointment on her face as he stood there in his black silk boxers. She reached for him again, fingers itching to glide along the hardness she could see there, but he turned away from her as he whispered, "Wait there."

It was in that moment when he walked away from her towards the replicator that for the first time in her life she realised just how bone-deep desire could be. It seemed that every cell in her body was buzzing with a sentient awareness, each one reaching out and wanting to meld with each one of his. She lay, unmoving, watching him, noticing the movement of every sinew as he moved, the long elegant bones of his beautiful hands as they pressed down on the buttons and she swore that she could feel each touch with a gentle shudder on her skin. He turned to look at her as she still watched his hands and she could feel the jolt of electricity spark across the room as the hairs in the back of his hand rose in response. If this was what losing control meant, it was a state she intended to explore more often; if she could preventing her heart from exploding like a supernova.

He sauntered back to her, carrying a bowl of something, grinning as he realised the effect he was having on her. She went to sit up but he commanded "Just stay there" as he placed the bowl on the coffee table beside them.

She recognised the glowing golden globes instantly; tingleberries, the crew called them, but she scarcely had time to register the fact before he was leaning towards her again. He reached into the bowl and pulled a berry out. He slipped it between his teeth and leant slowly towards her, sliding one hand down the side of her face. Just as their lips were about to touch he cupped her chin and pulled it down, opening her mouth and instantly took it with his, pushing the berry into her mouth with his tongue then quickly laving it across the roof of her mouth, bursting the juice across her tongue as he pulled back to let her swallow. The stars erupted in her brain and spilled in tingling cascades through her veins; the sensation was incredible. She grabbed his head and dragged it back to hers as their tongues tangled and sparkled in a melting kiss that seemed to go on forever.

Finally, he sat back and reached into the bowl again. Holding a tiny globe heavy with juice between the fingers and thumb of each hand, he glanced down at her breasts.

"No!’ she gasped.

"No?" he questioned, leaning further down, then suddenly he squeezed his fingers together and the hot juice spurted from his fingers onto her nipples. She cried out with the delicious pain of it. Her nipples were so engorged, she felt as though they would burst. He rolled them between his fingers, then spiraled the delectable sensations around and around her breasts with his fingertips until they were tight and full.

Continuing to gaze up at her, he moved deliberately down her body trailing his tingling tongue across her navel and ever slowly downwards. Gently he slid his hands down to her thighs and held them apart. He ran his fingertips up and down her slick lips, already moist with the wanting of him, never quite reaching the spot she ached for him to touch. She moaned, trying to grab his hands and position them but he held her away and carefully and slowly slid one, then two fingers inside her, then plunged them in and out in a foretaste of what was to come.

Suddenly he lifted his head again and took her gaze with his as he positioned another berry between his teeth. She was suspended there, knowing, almost dreading what was about to come, yet totally surrendering herself to him. He had absolute control over her and she was powerless to resist. Her body quivered as he lowered his head, then suddenly his mouth was on her as he rolled the berry onto the tip of his tongue and thrust it against her nub. For the merest instant her entire body was still, all sensation muted, and then there was a massive explosion in the very core of her which instantly ran through every nerve ending in her body. She was dissolving, erupting; she shrieked in ecstasy, her heels digging into the couch on either side of him, her hips bucking and her head rolling from side to side as she pushed herself against his eager tongue.

Eventually he raised himself and softly stroked her face for a few moments, then suddenly, in one fluid movement, he was standing beside her, his hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers.

"Please," she pleaded, "let me."

He dropped his hands as she reached up and slowly slid the silk down his thighs, gasping as his full magnificence was finally revealed to her. She grasped his firm rod in one hand and cupped the soft sac in her other, then slid her fingers up and down the velvety skin, feeling it slide across the steel hardness beneath. Using her thumb, she spread the drops of pre-cum around the smooth head, causing him to groan, but as she opened her mouth and moistened her lips with her tongue, he took back control, pulling away as she moaned her disappointment.

He knelt between her legs as she lay there, unashamedly open and ready for him, her whole body still humming. He held himself above her, his hard rod poised just outside of her waiting lips.

"Please......" she begged......

"Please what?" he asked. "Tell me what you want."

" I want you."

"How....where?" he continued to hold himself, poised. "Tell me..." he prompted.

"Now, I want you now."

He slid the tip of his penis up and down the outside of her engorged lips, slick with her juices.

"Is this what you want?" he breathed.

"No....inside, I want you inside." Her breath was coming in short gasps.

"Like this?" he slid the tip of his taut member just inside her.

"Better, but I want you all....now."

He slid out again.

"Noooooo" she howled. "Inside.....I want you all inside of me."

He continued to tease her, sliding in a little and withdrawing completely, until she grabbed at his ass cheeks, pulling him tightly towards her and suddenly even his iron control was gone.....forgotten......as he thrust himself full length into her. They both moaned deeply and all of a sudden they were grabbing and clawing at each other, trying to climb into each other’s skins.

It was wild. He pounded into her, solidly. She met him thrust for thrust, throwing her hips at him. She raked her nails across his back and shoulders leaving deep scratches. He yelled and reared up, then bit her, hard, on the neck. She grabbed at his ass cheeks so firmly he could feel the bruises and he pulled on her nipples as he thrust his tongue down her throat.

They rolled off the couch onto the floor without even realising it, scattering the coffee table and its contents across the carpet. She was on top now, riding him hard, slamming down, ignoring the pain, dominated by the exquisite pleasure. Leaning down, she bit his nipples. He roared then grabbed her hard around the waist lifting her then driving her down. They tossed on the stormy seas of their lust, rising and falling over the crashing waves. It might have been minutes or hours, neither of them knew, they were outside of time, lost each other. Suddenly he let out a gut-deep moan and the supernova exploded; he fountained into her, she felt every molecule in her body come apart then mesh together again as she screamed and slowly fell onto him.

They lay there for a long time, breathing heavily. He was still inside her, soft, but intrusive as though he had become a part of her. They stroked each other with their fingertips, drowning themselves in each other’s eyes. They were silent. What they had shared they had no need to talk about.

Finally she rolled off him and ruefully ran her fingers across the scratches on his shoulders.

He looked down at his bruised nipples and chuckled "Well, I guess we’ll have to wear these badges for a few days; can’t imagine going to the EMH for a cure!"

She giggled in reply and snuggled into him for a moment then he pulled himself slowly to his feet wincing a little and held out his hand to her.

"Well, I don’t know about you, Miss J, but this body has taken quite enough of a hammering tonight. I don’t think sleeping on the floor is quite an option."

"Are you telling me you’ve had enough already?" she grinned. "And here I was thinking the night had just begun."

"Oh Kathryn, that’s just one of the things I love about you. It might take a while, but once you have your teeth into a project," he grimaced as she looked at the bruises on his neck, "you just don’t stop until you’re finished."

"Maybe this is just one project that I’m never going to finish....."

He smiled down at her, lifted her into his arms and deposited her on the bed with a sigh then lay down beside her. "Ahhhh - much better for old bones."

"Well, they might be old bones, but I sure enjoyed jumping them."

He looked at her, surprised, hardly able to believe that after the passion they had just shared they could banter so freely with each other. He couldn’t believe what fun this was turning out to be. Suddenly they caught each other’s gaze and as he stared into her eyes he saw them turn smoky.........

"I do believe you were telling me how you loved me....well, let me show you just how much I love you."

He gasped, his breath caught in his throat, the mood changed again. She leant towards him, whispering "My turn now" and her lips met his in a kiss at once gentle and searing, as they poured their life force into each other.

They took each other tenderly, almost apologetically and it was drawn-out and leisurely and exquisitely passionate. As they climaxed together it seemed to go on for eternity and both of them knew that they had given each other their souls and in doing so had forged a bond which would transcend any other.

They fell asleep, limbs tangled. Sometime in the night he woke her again already sliding into her and they held each other’s gaze as they made love, feeling each other’s responses as though they had become one being.

She woke before him in the morning and lay there for a while watching the reflected light of the passing stars flickering across his body, outlining the long flanks and taut muscles. Silently she berated herself for having left it so long to discover the true magic in his touch. Suddenly she slid out of bed and accessed the computer. Quickly whispering "Computer, delete Janeway holoprogramme Picard 875", she looked across at the bed with a wicked smirk as she rejigged the duty roster for the day. Who needed a holodick when she had her very own commander standing stiffly to attention so early in the morning? She slid across to the bed with a devilish grin; she intended to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget; she wasn’t the only one who could be made to lose control. Licking her lips, she reached out her hand......

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