FIRE AND ICE

Written by Zuleika

November 16^th 2003

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Several day ago, she had been surprised. Shocked was a closer description, but she would not admit that to her self let alone him. In fact, she vowed silently, she would not admit anything to him, ever.

She sighed and turned away from the window.

“No, why should I need to?” she groused allowed. “I have a body to do that for me.”

Damn! She called out voicelessly in her mind. Damn, damn, damn.

Lifting the mug from the table she sipped and winced. The coffee was cold, and already several hours old. Setting the mug down on the table beside several other identical mugs with coffee of varying ages in each, she crossed to the replicator and gave her usual order.

“Coffee, black.”

The computer obediently replied, “Replicator rations have been exhausted. New rations will not be allocated for 6 days and 13 hours.”

“Just great,” she moaned softly.

She had several options open to her at this point. 1. Go to the Mess Hall and get a mug of fresh coffee from Neelix. She cringed; his coffee was like lumpy tar. 2. Ask someone if they have any spare rations that she might borrow. She cringed; she would never live that shame down. 3. Take some from the emergency stock pile of rations that she and Chakotay had set aside for possible children born during their journey, which had not happened to date. She shook her head; Tuvok would be on to her in a nanosecond. Or 4, just transport herself into Chakotay’s quarters and get some coffee from him. Forget it . . .

All of the ideas swimming around in her head involved one thing in common. Leaving her quarters. Actually two things, the second being that she would be found out. Using a month’s worth of replicator rations in three weeks would be suspicious even to the most idiotic numbskull she could think of. And the only ones she could think of were the Pakleds.

Kathryn harrumphed. That was hardly fair. The Pakleds might appear stupid, but they were very shrewd and clever enough to hide their full intellectual capabilities. Kathryn sighed. Right now, the Pakleds had it all lauded over her. She was nothing but a slip-shod captain with a lost ship and an undeserving crew. They did not deserve to be out here. They did not deserve the cruel and unusual punishment she had inflicted on them. Still decades from home most of them would die of old age even before they reached the Alpha quadrant. And besides that, they had coffee.

Kathryn sighed as the guilt trip rose within her like an old friend at the door, but unlike most friends who knocked this one . . . .

Beebop!

Kathryn looked up, having lost the train of thought. “Come,” she sounded hollowly, annoyed at the intrusion. Who had the gall to . . .?

The doors parted and Chakotay stepped over the threshold. He stood for a moment eyeing the place at the window that she usually occupied. It was empty. Then his eyes moved to the chair, which was also empty. His head turned slightly to allow his eyes to further search the room and he found her standing by the useless replicator.

“Good morning, Kathryn,” he said.

Her only reply came not from her mouth, but from her ravenously insulted stomach.

Chakotay ran through his options. Laugh and die, don’t laugh and live. Intelligently, he chose the latter. “Did I disturb your lunch?”

“No,” she replied.

Chakotay could tell she almost said more, but as the seconds ticked passed it was obvious that he wasn’t going to hear it. “Late breakfast?” This time there was no reply. Chakotay stepped closer and eyed the panel on the replicator despite Kathryn moving to one side to block his view. In the allocation box it clearly read ‘zero rations available’. “Tell you what,” he said casually, whipping out a PADD from his pocket. “I need to run these projection by you. B’Elanna says she needs a second opinion. I told her she is her own second opinion, but you know what she’s like.” As he chatted on his hand slipped passed her and accessed the panel. “She says the calibration protocols are outdated and need to be modified. I told her that the protocols were good for another 15 years, but what do I know? I’m just a . . .”

Whiiiiiiiinnnne!

The sound made her jump and Kathryn turned to find a plate of hot food, a bowl of fruit and a large mug of coffee sitting on a tray on the pad. Too surprised to move, speak or react in any way, shape or form she watched her rather smug first officer, and one-time friend, lift the tray triumphantly and carry it to the table. She suddenly hated his sense of timing.

“Your lunch, my Lady,” he announced with panache, pulling out a chair.

Struck dumb she walked towards the chair. “Chakotay, I am . . .”

“Hungry. I know,” he finished. Kathryn looked perilously close to throwing him out the airlock right at that moment. “Your secret is safe with me,” he promised.

“What secret?” she demanded.

“There. You see? Even you have forgotten it.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes and sat down. Chakotay lifted the napkin and shook it out, making it crack slightly in the air. . .like a whip. Kathryn’s eyes went wide as her body jolted. A . . .whip?

Chakotay’s gentle hands laid the napkin across her lap, his fingers burning their way through her pants to her quivering thigh. He was well aware of the affect the sound had had on her. It had been unintentional, and her reaction made him shudder slightly. The feel of her skin quivering just beneath the fabric of her pants made his member twitch. He only just managed to smother the groan that threatened to erupt.

He straightened to stand behind her, eyes closed for a moment. He was not even ready to bring her his next surprise and wouldn’t be for another day or two, but wondered if he could actually wait that long. “May I use your bathroom, Kathryn? Long shift and too much coffee . . .” He waived his hands about to emphasise his point and smiled gently.

“Be my guest,” Kathryn disinterestedly and picked up the fork, putting some of the food into her mouth.

Chakotay almost ran to the bathroom, transported himself out, grabbed a box from beneath his bed and transported himself back again. Almost out the bathroom door he remembered what he had come for and flushed the toilet; not that he had used it.

He crossed her bedroom to the main room again and observed her eating the food. He guessed it was probably the only thing she had eaten in days. He had no idea how long it had been since her rations had run out. He noticed the collection of mugs standing sentinel on the coffee table and decided that it was probably days. Setting the box down beside the easy chair, he gathered the mugs up and recycled them, fully aware of the eyes following his progress with intense studious looks.

At first Kathryn was angry that he had been so presumptuous as to tidy her quarters. Then, as she ate, her anger dissipated. She watched him walking to and fro, his body moving in symmetry and then remembered him as he had looked the last time she had seen him; standing naked, erect and over her. It was all she could do to get through her meal and barely realised that he was talking. And wasn’t for several seconds more that she realized that he was naked . . .again.

Kathryn heard a groan. Horrified she quashed it. One look up at his obsidian eyes told her that he had heard it. She sat transfixed unable to get up even if she wanted to. Her weak-kneed legs, not entirely her own at the best of times when around Chakotay, were now totally useless. She gasped and swallowed audibly.

“You look flushed, Kathryn. It is a little hot in here. Wouldn’t you prefer to take off your shirt?”

Kathryn’s fingers fumbled with the zipper, only just managing a nod of agreement. A second later, hands cupped hers and tenderly drew the clasp downward along her spine. His eyes looked into hers and hers into his. It was all he could do not to break his concentration and his resolve. He had not touched her, nor would he unless she allowed him to, but with each passing day it was getting harder to keep the silent promise he had made.

Peeling the shirt from her body he saw her tremble with anticipation. His body gently shuddered in response. His fingertips lightly traced down her arms as he guided the material from her body and draped it over the back of a chair. His hot and needy gaze fell on her gently. He would do gentle, just as easily as he did strong and dominant.

He wasn’t going to hurt her and she knew that. The shudder that coursed through her was partly fearful regardless. He stared at him standing there in all his glory. He preferred naked than being clothed; maybe that was a culture thing. She almost opened her mouth to ask, but under the circumstances she doubted it would go down well. The timing would no doubt destroy the mood he seemed intent on creating.

She watched him retrieve a box from beside her easy chair and setting it down in the middle of the floor space. He wiggled it a bit as if needing an exact position for some reason. That confused her. Then he moved the easy chair right back against the sofa, which confused her even more.

He gazed over her almost before she had realised he had finished moving her quarters around. He then glanced down at himself. “You’re still looking too warm, Kathryn?”

Suddenly she wanted to know what was in the box, but instinct told her that he would only reveal them when it suited his purpose. Strangely enough, she thought she knew what his purpose was already. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever known what was in store for her.

“You want to me undress?” she whispered. Her voice came out a hoarse shudder of raw passion, which was strange because she wasn’t aroused. Yet, she thought silently. By the look in his eyes it would not take long. She remembered the whip and the Gorean coffee and shuddered involuntarily.

Chakotay slowly nodded. “I would like that . . .very much.”

Hesitantly, thinking she had imagined the answer, she tugged the vest from the waist band of her pants and began to lift it.

“Slower,” came his voice.

Kathryn slowed the movements to an almost still-shot photography speed. It too on a mesmerising sensual quality that even affected her. It was definitely affecting him if the colour of his eyes was anything to go by. His irises had grown dark and huge, and his body was beginning to respond.

Her hands were on her fly, opening her pants with deliberate care and she could hear his breath catch, rasping in his throat. She was beginning to enjoy this teasing power she had over him. Sliding the material down over a silken leg she heard him gasp. The feel of her hands on her skin was erotic even to her. He heard him groan and swallow. The other leg emerged and she smiled. She looked up to see him shuddering with the effort to stay in control.

Unable to find his voice, he indicated if a wave of a finger to her underwear. He wondered within himself how he was going to get through this. Maybe he wouldn’t, but he would bring her pleasure as well. At least he hoped so.

Kathryn unhooked the straps and let the bra fall away. She was now as naked as he was. He was far more aroused, she noted. His member stood proud like a flag pole on the 4^th of July, rigid and deep red from need.

“Computer,” he stammered. “Execute command Chakotay 4-7-zero.”

“Transport in progress.”

Kathryn looked round to see what looked like a very large low table appeared in her open living area. As the beam dissipated she realised that it could not be a table as there was no top, only a wooden frame approximately 2 metres square supported on eight short stout feet, one in each corner and one half way along each side. At each corner hung a thick iron ring, the two at the far end were deeply embedded in the solid oak beams whilst the two nearer her were attached to ropes, which were threaded through two holes in the frame and connected to what she guessed was a pulley with a lever. A slight frown ghosted across her face. “What is this?” she asked.

“It’s a Gorean frame, Kathryn,” Chakotay replied. “Don’t you remember? You have read all the books. I am going to tie you by the wrists and ankles to the frame.”

For one stupefied moment she stared at him, thinking he was joking. The look on his face told her that he was deadly serious. Suddenly she turned and made a run for the door, completely forgetting that she was naked. Before she had gone more than three steps a hand grabbed her by the wrist and held her fast. Something cold clicked against her heated skin and she turned in horror. He had snapped a handcuff her he wrist and now she was locked to him.

“Too eager to get away from me, woman?” he growled passionately.

Chakotay pulled her struggling form close against his chest and nuzzled her hair. “You won’t know what you’re missing if you leave now,“ he whispered into her ear. “I promise not to hurt you. I have never hurt you, have I, Kathryn?”

She shook her head, trembling as she was with a mixture or fear and excitement. She could feel his thick shaft prodding the V of curled hair at her apex. Suddenly she wanted anything that he chose to do with her, to her, just as long as it was him. “Do it.” she breathed back, still unsure what ‘it’ was going to be.

His hot gaze lowered to her upturned face and he smiled a little. “Fight me,” he whispered. “Make it interesting.”

She stared up at him an astonishment. Abruptly she begins a pretence of a struggle. His grips on her free wrist tightens. She struggles all the more, which enflames his passionate eyes. He pulled her towards the frame and lifted her bodily over it. Standing in the centre of the stout-footed square he lowered to his knees.

“I’m not finished my fire and ice plans yet, but I think I can forego any further procrastination and get down to it.”

She clung to him, wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her panting breath dusting his cheek. “Fire and ice? But, you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

The smile on his lips spread wider as his eyed roamed her breasts. Slowly, it seemed slowly at least, her slipped another cold band around her free wrist and clicked it shut. Reaching over to the corner, he snapped the other loop to the iron ring. His gentle smile never wavered as he unlocked the cuff from his wrist with a key he had been holding in his palm. Another snap and both wrists were secured. Leaving her to sit on the floor half suspended he shuffled his knees further down, pulling the box with him.

She watched him trace a long line down her thigh and lower leg with one finger while the other delved into the cardboard box and brought out yet another set of fleece-lined cuffs. He snapped them on quickly and repeated the caress on the other leg. He seemed to be lingering this time and the click came almost as a shock.

Her eyes closed as his fingers traced the delicate flesh of her inner thighs down to her ankles with deliberate slow agony. “Chakotay,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” he mumbled softly while her worked.

“If you’re going to make love to me, why go to all this trouble?”

His hands stilled. “I have something far more exciting planned. Now stop talking.”

Click. Click.

Kathryn swallowed. Now she was held securely. She opened her eyes to see him rise and step out of the frame. She decided then that he had no wish to see what he was going to do. The heat of her body was waning, even as his increased. He wasn’t going to make love to her? So what was all this for? Some self-satisfying pleasure?

The ropes were tightening. Slowly she was lifted off the carpeted floor until she was totally suspended. She opened her eyes, having expected to be in pain by now, she wasn’t. In fact she felt like a star floating in space. Having strapped her into the frame Chakotay rested, standing over her. His eyes roam over her body, leering at her body. She knew she should have felt dirty under that gaze, but she felt nothing of the kind. She felt powerful, deified even, that he revered her so deeply.

Having regained his breath he rubbed his hands together. She was ready, and so was he, he noted. He watched her looking at him where she lay there suspended between the four corners. Her eyes seemed to be raking over him as much as his raked over her. He couldn’t quite still the raw groan of need as her eyes stilled on his member.

“All in good time,” he rasped before he could stop himself.

She wiggled in her bonds and licked her lips.

He roamed over her with his eyes, in his mind his hands made the same journey, He had her strapped to a Gorean frame spread out for him . . .naked . . .exposed . . .and trembling as he glides his fingers across her increasingly interested body. Almost before he had realised it he was inside the frame again, touching her skin with his hands. From shoulders to knees, there wasn’t a cell of her body that wasn’t caressed with his finger tips.

A moan slipped from her lips. She was coming back to him, he could tell. He grinned as she shuddered. He leaned closer as his lips descended to her skin. His lips played across her body avoiding her breasts and centre, his tongue pirouetting here and there. He blew on them gently until she shuddered and moved on, moving all round her, over her, under her. A small sound escaping from her throat, a small inarticulate plea.

She bit her lip and moaned as she felt him leave her. She opened her passion-crazed eyes to see him retrieving more items from the box, this time a small auto-match and a candle. The candle was thick and round and white. In her line of sight he lit the candle, allowing her to see its tiny flame.

Her eyes widen. Fire? He was going to burn her?

He swirled the candle a little so that it melted the wax equally to form a little bowl at the base of the wick. A slowly approached her trembling, panting form, smiling gently in an attempt to allay her fears. He could tell from the look in her eyes she was expecting him to burn her with the candle. Holding the candle high above her he gently tipped the candle. She sucked in a breath, expecting pain . . .

Drip.

Into the hollow of her throat . . .

A surprised groan evaporated into a sigh of pure enjoyment. She held her breath, seeing the candle move and tip . . .

Drip. Drip

“Mmm,” she moaned loudly as wax trickled across her chest in little drops towards her breast.

Drip.

Another trickled over the left peaking pearl of her breast, the nipple hardening as the wax coated it and cooled. Kathryn gasped.

She gasped again more loudly.

This one fell onto the right nipple already hard. She shivered in her bonds. She is powerless to do more than wiggle, body quivering and trembling with the ecstasy as needle points of pain enlightening her body into a frenzy of shuddering delight as the wax solidified. And he had barely started.

She quivered. A loud groan erupted from her throat as the wax landed at the arch of her centre where her lips met.

Drip.

. . .at the base of her nub.

Her hips bucked with the fiery sensation.

Drip.

. . .at the lifted curve of her bundle of nerves, her hips straining upward.

Drip.

. . .at the tightening knot of pleasure.

. . .at the peak coating the taut end.

Kathryn moaned panting with desperate need.

He stepped away to retrieve a small metal container from the box which he held firmly on hand while he wriggled his other hand into a black leather glove. It was sage-green, 24 x 10 x 10 centimetres. She knew what this was. It was a medical refrigeration unit used for transporting vaccinations, but why he had it and what he had in it, she could only guess. He opened the box where she could watch him. Seconds later he was hold up an ice cube in his gloved hand. The glove allowed for a firm grip on the object without letting his body heat melt it.

Taking the ice cube he circled it over the hollow of her throat, hearing her moan. He then circled it over her nipple, swirling and gliding over the hard pebble. Before moving toward the other breast he leaned in close to grazes his teeth over the areas to lift the wax off. Paying close attention to her nipple to be sure all the wax was gone he crossed to the other. The ice circled once and then twice before his mouth descended again to her flesh. Grazing, swirling and suckling the nipple he heard her moan, felt her body shudder.

Then, taking a fresh ice cube he runs it over her nub, watching the cooling wax crack. Then he circles her centre with the ice cube before bringing it back up over her nub again. Reaching into the box for the last item, removes the whip. Kathryn gazed at him through half closed lids, panting heavily.

Chakotay moans despite his control, sending a shudder through her body. He snaps a crop over the cooled wax covering her nub to crack the wax. Bending close he buried his face in her, smelling her scent or arousal. Grazing his teeth against her nub, licking and peeling the cooled wax off and spitting it aside, he suckled at her to be sure all of it had gone.

Finally he sat back on his heals and lid the tip of his tongue up and down her twitching nub with deliberate slowness. She groaned deeply, shuddering in her bonds. His hand smoothed up her thigh to her buttocks and gently squeezed. He could feel her hips flex against his face, her muscles achingly wide, desperate to be filled.

A fingertip traced her centre as his tongue continued to work her higher into a frenzy of need. Gently it entered, sliding in and sliding out. After a few slow, deep strokes it was gone, the hand returning to her buttocks.

Kathryn groaned and he echoed her and he pulled the glove free from his hand and let it fall to the floor. His hips flexed of their own accord. A hand to his achingly engorged shaft, he smoothed from tip to base and back up. He groaned, huffing against her nub. His hard-won control was slipping away with every touch, groan, and shudder that shot through them both. He was not going to be able to keep his promise, but he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He lifted his head kissing up her belly and rose up on his knees. Suddenly he was at her entrance tapping at her door urging her to agree. Both hands smoothed over her ass cheeks, squeezing, pushing them towards his hardened need. His eyes met hers, begging. His ears picked up a faint ‘yes’ on the breeze of her heavy breath. He wondered if he had been hearing things, but suddenly it was too late.

His thrusting hips had edged closer and he was insider her, pushing in further with every stroke. His breath gasped out of his open mouth, his heart hammered in his chest and still he kept it slow. She shuddered in his hands and her head tipped back. He knew that would hurt if he did not release her. Locating the discarded key, he thrust deeply and reached for her wrist.

Click.

Curling and arm around her back, he held her to him, transferring the key from one hand to the other.

Click.

He sank back on his heals, thrusting into her where she now straddled his lap. He reached behind him.

Click.

Transferring the key again, he continued thrusting harder into her. Their eyes locked.

Click.

Carefully leaning her back, he lowered her to the carpet and stretched out his legs and plunged in again. Pumping hard and fast, he could feel her body clenching around him. Seconds later their world crumbled into a wild array of stars as they climaxed.

Panting together Chakotay lifted his head, gazing down at her. “I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“Why?”

“I did not intend to do that.”

“You didn’t?” she asked softly in surprise.

He shook his head. “I guess I lost control.” His eyes roamed over her face. “And I don’t regret it for a moment.”

“Neither do I. It was incredible. You were incredible.”

Chakotay smiles and shrugged a little. “It’s been a while.”

She smiled up at him. “I would never have known.” She suddenly grinned mischievously. “So, am I worth losing control over?”

“Oh, yes,” he replied with conviction. “You’re worth living for, dieing for, risking sanity for.”

Gazing up at him, she sobered. “I am?”

“Yes.”

“Here I was thinking I was alone, that this journey through this region of nothing has bled all reason for being out of me.”

“And I come alone and ruin it all for you.”

“No,” she corrected softly. “You saved me.”

Chakotay chanced a tiny smile. “Does that mean I get my best friend back?”

“Oh yes, and more,” she wagered.

“Do the ship and crew have their captain back?”

“Yes. In fact, I seem to be an hour late for duty call.”

Chakotay slowly smiled until the corners of his mouth disappeared from her view. “I don’t mind,” he said.

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