| An Adult Situation Disclaimer: Characters wasted terribly by Paramount, thus up for grabs by seedy folk like myself! ;-) Rating: NC-17 “Coffee?” Kathryn asked, standing by the conspicuously modern 24th Century replicator. “Still drinking it by the bucket-load?” Chakotay teased. Kathryn pulled a face, “Only on a bad day!” “And does spending an evening with me constitute a ‘bad day’ Kathryn?” he asked, the light-hearted bantering giving way to insecurity. She pulled another face, a silent warning. Chakotay changed the subject. “I’ll have tea.” She was grateful and it showed. “One herbal tea coming up,” she smiled. As the drinks materialised, Chakotay looked around the room. “I never thought B’Elanna would put up with all Tom’s twentieth century junk,” he remarked, eyeing the clutter of out-dated memorabilia. “I know … I think she only encouraged him with that television set!” “And Tom needs no encouragement!” Kathryn handed Chakotay his drink and laughed. “Good old Tom, right?” “Is that a toast?” “Oh, I hope not!” He chuckled and sipped at the steaming brew. “He’s changed so much,” she mused, blowing the hot coffee. “Tom … I mean. Starfleet outcast, Maquis rebel …” “Maquis traitor,” he corrected. “After all we went through, it’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here, babysitting his daughter … my God-daughter!” “Hey, she’s my God daughter too, you know!” she playfully swatted him, before allowing her hand to rest on his arm. Briefly. Chakotay took a deep breath and another swallow of tea. “She’s grown,” Kathryn said eventually, breaking the silence. “Babies do,” he grinned. “Funny,” she deadpanned. “Sorry, I understood what you meant. Miral’s changed a lot since I saw her last month.” Kathryn shifted in her seat. “At the bar-b-que?” “Yes … I thought perhaps …” “Mike and I couldn’t make it.” She knew he was staring and she tried her best to ignore him, riveted to the contents of her coffee cup. “How is Mike?” Kathryn jerked her head up and met his gaze. “He’s fine … fine,” she answered. “And Seven?” Chakotay sighed. “Annika …” “Sorry, Annika,” she repeated, pointedly. “Annika is very well. She’s been offered a position on Jupiter Station. We’ve talked about …” Kathryn jumped up. “I think I heard Miral, I’ll go and check on her.” He saw something flick across her face before she hurriedly left the room and he felt the stabbings of guilt. “Damnit Kathryn,” he cursed quietly. After sitting alone for a while, Chakotay finally stood up and made his way towards the nursery. Nudging the door open he watched as Kathryn stroked Miral’s brow, brushing the wispy dark hair back from her Klingon ridges. “Everything okay?” he whispered. “Yes, I think she was just a little restless …” Kathryn turned and straightened up, not realising how close they were. That familiar attraction was back, albeit fleetingly. The same heady tortuous rush that made his skin burn and his heart constrict. Kathryn caught her breath and blushed. “Excuse me,” she muttered, bolting from the room. He rubbed at his face and watched her leave, trying desperately to gather his wayward thoughts. Kathryn stood in the kitchen with her palms flattened against a work surface, trying to steady herself, willing her racing heart to slow and her breathing to return to normal. “What the hell …?” She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on Mike. Darling Mike. Kathryn shook her head in frustration, somehow Mike’s tanned features were blurring into Chakotay’s. “Oh God!” She groaned, realising fully the reason behind her sudden attraction to Lieutenant Ayala – he was Chakotay’s double and a good second choice since Seven had stolen her man. “When did you become such a callous bitch Janeway?” she pondered. “And just when the hell did you start thinking of Chakotay as ‘yours’?” She knew that answer, ever since he’d cradled her dying body and brokenly pleaded with her to come back to him. She swallowed hard and blinked fiercely. Mike had been good to her, accompanying her to various dances and gatherings since Voyager’s return. He was gentle and kind, humorous and witty. He was … he was … He was not Chakotay. Chakotay returned to the living area and was surprised to find it empty. “Kathryn?” “I’m in the kitchen, would you like anything?” she asked. A myriad of images flashed through his mind, most of them involving her naked body grinding with his, slick and sweaty. He coloured, thinking of all the possibilities. “Chakotay?” He cleared his throat and mind. “No, I’m okay thanks.” The fantasies lingered and he tried to ignore the twitching in his groin. He was over her … wasn’t he? He was with Annika now … she was … she was … She was not Kathryn. He pictured Annika in their bed, the blonde hair loose and seductively arranged, the pouty impassive face that stared back at him whilst he moved within her, the hard flesh that covered her mechanical Borg implants ... Kathryn came back, carrying a fresh cup of coffee and a large glass bowl, which she placed on the couch between them. “It’s popcorn,” she explained as Chakotay stared into the full dish. “I know it’s popcorn, I once had to spend an entire week's rations on it … keeping Tom occupied … popcorn and television …” Kathryn brow furrowed. “Why?” Chakotay sighed. “Because he was worried about B’Elanna,” he caught her eye, “During the time you and she were guests of the Borg.” She caught the angry sarcasm in his statement and bristled. “I never ordered her to …” His voice rose, “Do you want to know what the worst thing about that mission was?” Kathryn's eyes flashed but she remained silent and so he continued. “All the time you were gone I listened to Tom’s concerns, the crews concerns … and I couldn’t share mine with ANYONE, because I wasn’t supposed to feel!” Her hand moved to cover his. “I’m sorry …” “For what? Not loving me back?” She gasped, spilling the black coffee. “Chakotay …” “We’d better clean that up before it stains,” he said simply, heading off to fetch a cloth. Kathryn’s hands were shaking and tears prickled her eyes. This was not a good idea, she shouldn’t have come, she should have gone with Mike to visit his parents – if only his mother would allow her into the house. She stared after Chakotay. He was so wrong. She had loved him back. “Still do,” she whispered into her cup. “Did you say something?” Chakotay asked as he began sponging at the damp upholstery. “No … no … nothing,” she stammered. He sat back on his haunches. “I think that’s got it out, we’ll have to see after it’s dried. Be careful not to sit there.” “Perhaps I should trade places with the popcorn,” she joked lamely. 'Perhaps you should sit on my lap,' he thought, staring at her. Kathryn looked away. “I don’t suppose you know how that thing works?” she asked. Chakotay followed her gaze. “I do actually,” he answered, dismayed to realise that their friendship was so frayed they had to resort to watching the television in order to spend an evening together. She settled once more on the couch, careful to mind the drying area and avoiding sitting to close to Chakotay. “Shall we see what’s on it?” He shrugged and fiddled with the controls. “Cartoons?” “No, I don’t feel like watching those tonight …” “No, me neither,” 'Maybe we’ll find a good tearjerker and then we can really get depressed.' A loud medley of tacky music blasted out, accompanied by brightly coloured bottles and people dancing. “What on earth?” she asked. “I’m not sure, but I think it’s what was known as a commercial.” Kathryn eyed him out of the corner of her eye, “Seems Mr Paris isn’t the only expert on twentieth century entertainment!” He gave a slight grin, making an effort to shake off his melancholy mood. “Well, I’ve always been interested in history, Kathryn,” he replied, flicking channels once more. The picture was a little dewy and hazy, showing an attractive man in work overalls arriving at a house. Carrying a toolbox he approached the door and rang the bell. “A drama?” Kathryn wondered. “Maybe a comedy judging by his moustache! Looks like he’s got a tribble grafted onto his upper lip!” Chakotay laughed. Kathryn chuckled, relieved that the evening was no longer fraught and tense. “Oh my God! Look what she’s wearing!” she exclaimed as the homeowner opened the door dressed in a very skimpy and revealing outfit. “Nice.” Kathryn slapped his arm. “Men! Come off it Chakotay, who answers the door looking like that?” He pretended to ponder her question. “You know, maybe living in that era did have some benefits!” “Mmm, judging from this they would include men with furry creatures attached to their faces and woman flaunting very large, corpulent breasts!” He laughed hard. “Sounds good to me!” Kathryn shook her head in mock despair and they continued watching. Eventually she spoke up, “Chakotay, even I can act better than her!” “The guy’s no better and why on earth does he need to remove his shirt to fix a heating appliance?” “Beats me,” she mumbled, munching on a handful of popcorn. On the screen the acting was getting worse and the clothing scarcer when the repairman began stroking the woman’s legs, while she mewed and suckled her finger. Kathryn’s hand froze halfway between her mouth and the popcorn bowl, and Chakotay shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t think …” his words trailed off as the man on the television pushed his hand under the writhing woman’s skirt. Kathryn knew she was blushing. “They’re going to …” Chakotay was squirming, desperately trying to hide his growing arousal, and riveted to the playing erotica. Mutely, they watched as the woman fondled her breasts, baring them fully to the zooming camera and cupping one, bringing it towards her tongue. Kathryn gasped, her own nipples hardening along with the starlet’s and she pressed a palm between her clenched thighs, fighting the urge to rock against it and relieve her frustration. Chakotay grunted, this was driving him insane and his attempt at casually crooking his knee in order to conceal his erection was failing abysmally. He stole a look at Kathryn. She was as flustered as he was, and obviously aroused, her hand moving slightly between her legs, stimulating herself. He groaned again as Kathryn’s tongue snaked out to moisten her parted lips. Kathryn’s body was burning, and the heat was increasing, as the man with the clinging tribble fingered the arching blonde, deftly pleasuring her before eating her hungrily. She turned towards Chakotay. “Kathryn …” The urgency in his voice filled her ears and suddenly their mouths were clamped together, tongues duelling wildly as his hand roughly kneaded an engorged breast, pinching the nipple through her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, he realised. “Yes … yes …” she breathed, filling his palm. “I want you Kathryn,” he rasped, kissing over her face and along her jaw. Greedily she captured his mouth again and sucked his tongue back into hers, fiercely holding onto his short, dark hair, preventing him from moving away. There was no force in the galaxy that could pull him away from her warm lips and soft caresses. Hurriedly she straddled him, and helped him with the buttons on her dress. “Too long … far too long …” she whimpered, kissing him repeatedly, hot and urgent. His hands tugged away the material that covered her from his lustful gaze, trapping her arms as it pooled at her wrists. “Kathryn …” he whispered, raising her so that her breasts swayed in front of his face. “You’re beautiful, so beautiful.” And then his lips and teeth latched onto her, dragging her peachy flesh into his waiting mouth. “Oh God!” she squealed, clutching at him, tearing at his shirt, longing to feel his taut, bronzed skin. Shrugging his shirt aside, Chakotay pressed her naked chest tightly to his and kissed her, over and over and over again, twisting and turning, stealing her lips and claiming them. He was hard and rigid, pulsing eagerly under her rocking pelvis. “I need you,” she moaned. His hands brushed along her thighs, exploring and feeling. She felt soft, so very soft. Her muscles tensed and rippled as he stroked around to cup her rear, slipping easily inside the lace of her panties. “Chakotay,” she cried, jerking frantically, causing her breasts to bounce deliciously. He accepted the invitation and suckled voraciously at her heaving flesh, their combined grunts echoed by the couple on the television. Chakotay adjusted his position, gaining enough room to drag a finger through her moist curls and invade her slick folds. “Ooh … ohh!” she moaned, arching her hips forward, desperate for more of his touch. The woman in the film began keening, obviously reaching a very noisy climax, egged on by the man’s low dirty whisperings. “Do you moan or scream, Kathryn?” Chakotay panted, flicking a reddened nipple with his tongue and circling her throbbing clitoris. “Wait and see,” she husked. Loud slurping noises filled the room and Kathryn peered over her shoulder to see what was happening on the screen. Mr Repairman was thrusting into the woman’s mouth and suddenly Kathryn longed to feel Chakotay thrust into hers. “I want to suck you …” “No … please … Kathryn … no … spirits!” he groaned, as she slid to her knees, opened his pants and took his glistening erection deep into her mouth. “I’ll not last … please … Kathryn … don’t … stop … Don’t stop …” She was humming, and the vibrations sent shockwaves through his body. Chakotay watched with hazy eyes as she slid her lips along his thick shaft, sucking and teasing him. His fingers tangled in her hair, a mirror to the image on the film, and she looked up, meeting his hot gaze as she lapped at his weeping tip and pumped his length. He felt her strong fingers prising his pants lower and lifted his hips to help, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth as he did so. Gently, she cupped him, softly kneading his testicles in rhythm with her oral stimulation. He was solid and smooth in her mouth and her teeth grazed and nipped at his velvety cock. Hot and salty, his pre-cum seeped onto her probing tongue as she pressed against his slit. She wanted more; wanted him to flood her mouth, wanted to taste him, swallow him, bring him to his knees. “Stop … please Kathryn,” he begged, feverishly trying to loosen her suction. “I want all of you,” she whispered, deep-throating his aching member. He groaned, and his eyes rolled backwards, overcome by the delicious sensations she was creating. Eagerly, she worked him, pumping and stroking, nipping and sucking, squeezing and kneading. “No … I want to come inside you … deep … inside your pussy … I want to fuck you … hard …” Kathryn took one last lick at him and swiftly lowered her panties, hoisting her dress higher, and giving him a sneak flash of her damp pubic hair. “I’m so wet Chakotay,” she whispered huskily, rubbing a finger along her tingling folds and then bringing it to her mouth to lick it clean. “Now Kathryn!” he growled, reaching for her, kissing her and tasting the combination of their fluids mingled on her tongue. He never dreamt she could be so sensual. Her hands wrapped around him as they kissed and she rubbed his swollen tip against her wetness, coating him with her slick juices. With a groan, he gripped her hips and surged upwards, but the angle was wrong and he failed to penetrate her hot body. “Patience,” she giggled, kneeling up and using her fingers to part herself, before guiding him towards her opening and easing the tip inside. Again he couldn’t wait, plunging her down onto his throbbing cock and swallowing her moan. “Oh God,” she cried, kissing him back, fucking his mouth with her tongue and guiding his hands to her breasts. Chakotay tweaked her nipples, savagely twisting them as his cock pounded her inner sanctum. She felt deliciously warm and silky. “You feel so good,” he grunted, nibbling at her arched neck. “Mmm, fuck me Chakotay … Oh God, that’s it … mmm, oh yes!” He wasn’t being considerate or delicate, he was biting and sucking her skin into angry red bruises, leaving his mark on her and she didn’t care. “Yes … bite me,” she pleaded, rocking over his steadily thrusting shaft. “Spirits I want you,” he rasped, gripping her slim hips and raising her, so that only the end of his penis penetrated her juicy folds. “Please Chakotay … don’t tease me …” “Argh this is good,” he moaned, fucking her with his pulsing tip. “More … I need more,” she begged, attempting to impale herself. He nibbled expertly at her sore nipples, roaming freely from one to the other. “You’re so beautiful Kathryn … so soft …” Kathryn was practically sobbing, “Chakotay, I can’t … I want to …” “What do you want?” he drawled. “You, hard, inside me. I want to come Chakotay …” Chakotay tugged her head towards his and plundered her mouth, as he forced her bucking body down onto his. “Oh yes!” she hissed, jerking away from his insistent mouth. “Ride me Kathryn,” he commanded. “Yes,” she mewed, grinding herself against him urgently. He prised her clenching thighs open wider, allowing himself to drive deeper into her welcoming heat. “Spirits Kathryn!” “Oh Chakotay …” “Kathryn I can’t hold back much longer …” “Just a bit more … I’m so close … help me …” Gripping her waist, Chakotay helped her press harder, manoeuvring her so that her swollen clitoris rubbed against him. “Come for me Kathryn,” he urged. Her eyes were closed and her teeth firmly bit at her bottom lip. “Yes … oh yes …” Chakotay drove her on, ignoring the pain of her sharp nails as they dug into his shoulders. “That’s it baby …” “Mmm … yes … please … Oh God … Chakotay … I’m … OOH!” The room filled with her throaty moans and Chakotay responded, flooding her jolting body with his hot seed and calling her name. “Kathryn!” “Oh my …” Kathryn sagged against his shoulders, panting as he continued lazily thrusting. Loud, synthesized music emanated from the television, signalling the end of the film and he clung to her, his fingers almost piercing her delicate back. They were both panting, hard gasping breaths that made their chests ache. He was softening, and she could feel him slipping out, their combined fluids trickling from her tingling sex. “Could you pass me a tissue?” she asked, shyly. Silently he passed one and she pressed it tightly between her legs, catching the messy goo. He didn’t seem able to meet her eye as she shifted away from his lap and it made her feel self conscious and embarrassed. Kathryn hastily smoothed out her rumpled dress and found her panties, slipping them on to help keep the soggy tissue in place. Chakotay fixed his pants, tucking his sticky member back gently. He could smell her scent on him. He combed his ruffled hair with his fingers and tucked in his shirt. Miral’s scream broke the silence, startling Kathryn as she struggled to re-button her dress. She shot Chakotay a wary glance then left to attend to the distressed baby. Chakotay sat stunned. I’ve just had sex with Kathryn … no; I’ve just made rampant love with Kathryn. Sex was something he performed with Seven. What the hell am I going to tell Annika? Kathryn had punctured his smooth skin with her sharp nails and teeth almost as badly as he’d marked hers. How could he return home like this? A short while later, an uncertain Kathryn returned, fumbling with a gap in her dress where the button was missing. She looked frightened. “Kathryn …” he began. “Leave her Chakotay,” she rushed. “Leave Annika for me …” He stared at her. “I need you … I want you … I … love you,” she stammered. “I can’t go back, not now. Please, let’s get a room downtown ... we can talk," she beseeched. "Spend the night with me." He stood up. “If you don’t want me Chakotay, tell me … if this was only a one night … if you no longer ...” The rest of her sentence was lost under his crushing mouth. “We have to call , we can tell them we're going to stay here tonight …” “Yes,” she kissed. “We owe them that, I don't want a security detail bursting into our hotel room. Tomorrow we can sort things out, but tonight ..." “Mmm hmm?” “Tonight, I want to make love to you till the sun comes up, slow and tender, the way I've always fantasised and then afterwards hold you in my arms," he whispered, snuggling her body closer to his. She whimpered and kissed him again. "Yes darling you can, oh my God you can!" “I love you Kathryn.” “Still?” “Always.” They smiled lovingly at each other and then jumped apart as the door opening activated. “Hi!” beamed Tom. “Everything okay? Was she good?” Chakotay gave Kathryn a sly, saucy wink, “She was fantastic Tom!” The End Feedback? Return to my J/C adult page |
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