| The Birthday Gift Disclaimer: The usual, I don’t own them, but if I did, I wouldn’t have wasted them so shamelessly! Rating: NC-17 … bit of a surprise that one eh? Dedicated to my muse, because THIS I knew she would enjoy! Kathryn snuggled further into her lover’s arms, feeling completely sated. It had been three months since her and Chakotay had become lovers and so far their hunger for each other was un-quenchable. She rose, resting her chin on his chest, looking at his strong familiar face. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” she asked in a voice husky from her climatic screaming. His grip around her waist tightened, “No, I don’t believe you have,” he answered jokingly. “Well, I do,” she told him, pausing to plant a kiss on his chest. Chakotay’s eyes opened, aware that she was watching him. “You not tired Kathryn? Don’t tell me I failed to wear you out tonight,” he chided. She laughed that rich throaty chuckle he loved to hear, her movements causing her breasts to rub against his skin. “No, I was thinking,” she finally said. “Oh? What about?” he tried to sound casual, but had a distinct feeling he wasn’t going to like what it was she was about to say. “Your birthday next week, I don’t know what to get you,” she pondered, a nail languidly trailing over his right nipple. Chakotay was relieved. Ever since him and Kathryn had become involved, he’d been afraid of her backing away from him. “Is there anything special you would like?” she continued, eying him through her lashes. A grin crossed his features then disappeared. “What was that smirk for?” Kathryn asked. “It doesn’t matter, I was just thinking,” he muttered, trying to avoid answering fully. “Of what?” her curiosity was piqued and she raised herself a little higher so she could view him better. Chakotay felt her hardened nipples drag over his flesh and breathed heavily. ‘This woman will be the death of me’ he thought as his own body began responding. “Well?” Kathryn urged. Chakotay turned to her, enveloping her in his arms and began nuzzling her neck, his stiffened manhood prodded her thigh. He whispered his answer into her ear. “You want what?” she almost screeched. “No … no way …” she snapped, pulling away from his embrace. Chakotay inched closer to her, his voice low and seductive, “Please Kathryn, you asked me what I would like, and that’s it”. “No,” she repeated, shrugging his arms off her. “All these years I’ve heard you …” he kissed her neck, “ … I want to watch you …” Her skin flushed as his words registered in her brain, “I’m not doing it Chakotay, it’s humiliating,” her voice was dangerously low. “It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her neck, nuzzling over her chin, closer to her lips, noting that she hadn’t moved any further away from him. He felt her shudder as his lips brushed hers and he caught one of her erect peaks between his fingers, teasing it, while his desire for her pulsed on top of her thigh. “Just think about it,” he murmured before covering her body with his and kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out; mimicking the action that his penis was performing in the moistness between her legs. One week later: Commander Chakotay was sitting on the bridge beside the Captain. Their expressions and body language were completely neutral. As yet, no one knew of the change in their relationship, it was too early to announce it and both him and Kathryn were enjoying their secret trysts and fumbles. He wondered just how long it would be before they were eventually caught out, in the turbolift, or the Ready Room, the Jeffries tubes … He smiled to himself, recalling the many places him and Kathryn had satisfied each other during the last three months. The turbolift doors opened and a silence descended the room. Neelix was proudly carrying a large chocolate iced cake, complete with candles, too many to count. Kathryn turned to him and smiled that stunning full smile of hers, as the bridge crew began singing ‘Happy Birthday to you …’ Chakotay was amazed. He had hoped that his birthday would go unnoticed by the crew, thus saving him from using his treasured replicator rations on buying everyone a drink at Sandrine’s. “Happy Birthday old man …” it was Tom, with a heavily pregnant B’Elanna by his side. “Any more ‘old man’ quips and you’ll be in the brig,” Chakotay joked. “Come now Commander, I think it’s time for you to blow out your candles,” Neelix pushed, barely holding the weight of the large cake. “All of them,” B’Elanna quipped. “Make a wish Commander,” Janeway purred, a glint in her eyes. Chakotay nearly spat on the cake in astonishment. ‘What on Earth does she mean by that?’ he wondered. The sound of applause echoed around the command centre as Chakotay blew out all the candles in one, albeit long, breath. B’Elanna pressed a small package into Chakotay’s hands, “From Tom, and me … oh, and baby,” she told him, happiness shining in her eyes. “Thanks B’Elanna,” he said, giving her a hug, and noting just how large she was getting. It wouldn’t be long before Voyager had a new edition. “So, what did the Captain get for her First Officer?” Tom asked, his gaze shifting between Janeway and Chakotay. “I haven’t given him my present yet,” Kathryn informed him, “He’ll get mine later”. “Whoa! Looks like tonight really will be your birthday! In more ways than one Chakotay,” Tom exclaimed, catching the attention of everyone on the bridge. Chakotay refrained from looking at Kathryn. “I believe, Mr Paris,” the Captain began, “You’ve already been threatened with the brig once this morning, I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to enforce that,” she smiled, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Paris gulped, his leash having been pulled back, “No Ma’am,” he answered. “Good,” she acknowledged. A short while later, after Neelix had left and things had settled down again, Chakotay turned to Kathryn. “So who told Neelix that chocolate cake was my favourite?” he teased. Kathryn puckered her lips and smiled, “I guess that was me,” she admitted. “But you know I don’t like chocolate cake,” he continued. “Yes, but a certain Captain does,” she pouted. He chuckled, dimples showing. “So, what about your present?” he enquired, his eyes darkened with desire. “That’s later,” she whispered. “What is it?” “It’s a surprise,” she told him, her voice low and sultry. Chakotay’s pants were getting tighter, “No clues?” he persisted. “No,” she smirked, rising to her feet and heading for her Ready Room. 1930hrs, Captain Janeway’s quarters. Chakotay let himself into Kathryn’s quarters. This had become a normal thing lately, neither bothered sounding the chime anymore, preferring to just enter. The lighting was low and soft music was playing. He didn’t recognise the artist, but knew it was from the ship’s soul collection. The singer’s rich voice filled the air with sultry tones. He noticed the table was empty; obviously his present didn’t involve trying out one of Kathryn’s latest culinary disasters. “Kathryn?” he called, wondering if he was too early. “I’m in here,” she replied. “Chakotay, could you bring in the wine?” He picked up the bottle in the ice bucket, “Champagne?” he asked. “Imitation,” she called out, “But it’s real enough in the alcohol stakes”. There was a popping sound as the cork flew across the room and he could hear her soft laughter coming from the bedroom. He picked up the bottle and two glasses and carried them into the next room. Kathryn was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, one arm raised, holding the frame. Chakotay took in a sharp breath as his eyes roamed over her body, starting at her feet. She was wearing high-heeled black shoes, with deep violet silk stockings, which embraced her firm shapely legs, ending in the sheerest of black trimmings at her thighs. The scrap of black lace that passed for panties allowed Chakotay to glimpse her hips, a tiny string the only thing holding them in place. A thought flashed through his stunned mind, ‘It wouldn’t take much to rip those off’. Her full breasts were heaving against the tightness of the black basque, almost over-spilling the lace cups and Chakotay’s mouth was watering. Her waist was so tiny and slender, making her breasts look even fuller. Soft red curls draped across her shoulders, and he ached to run his fingers through them. He loved her hair when she wore it looser, much preferring it to the rounder bob style she adopted for work. Kathryn was watching him, her painted red lips upturned in that half-smile of hers. Even from the doorway she could see the bulge in his pants. She ran her tongue seductively over her lips and walked towards him. “Happy Birthday Chakotay …” she drawled. He was gob-smacked. For seven years he had found her sensual, attractive, but dressed like this? She was like an image from his fantasises, hot, sexy, wanton. Lust pounded through him. “Would you mind pouring me a drink?” she breathed, one eyebrow arched. Chakotay fumbled in his attempt to pour the wine, spilling some on his hand. Kathryn reached for his fingers and took them into her mouth, licking them clean, her tongue trailing around them. Chakotay groaned nearly shooting his load into his pants. “Spirits Kathryn!” he rasped. Kathryn took the drink and swiftly drank half of it, needing the courage a little alcohol could provide. She placed the glasses and the bottle on the nightstand behind Chakotay. He watched her, his eyes dropping to her naked buttocks, observing the slither of lace that ran between her cheeks. She turned to him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it away from him. Her nails raked at his chest, causing his nipples to harden. She lowered herself to the floor and unzipped his pants, pushing them down over his muscular thighs. His erection was protruding under the cover of his black cotton boxers. Kathryn could feel the wetness on the material as she ran a finger over his concealed tip, hearing his panting as she did so. Chakotay allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed and felt Kathryn remove his boxers, his hardened shaft springing forth into the cool air. She knelt on the bed; her cleavage fully displayed to him, and lowered her head. Her hair trailed over his stomach as she lightly kissed the wet tip of his erection. She grinned at him before standing and taking another gulp of the wine. Chakotay’s mind was reeling as he watched her walk to the dresser. Kathryn removed something from inside the drawer and returned to the edge of the bed, leaning over him. Chakotay raised himself up on his elbows and watched as Kathryn slowly ran her hands over her body, smoothing over her thighs, inside them, over her stomach, and up to her breasts, her fingers swirling around them, tracing the line of her nipples. He groaned. Kathryn straddled him, positioning herself over his upper chest, her weight supported by her knees. Her eyes caught his as she pulled the silk bow undone at the front of the basque. The top opened, and she released her breasts, placing them on top of the cups, toying with the nipples as she did so. His eyes were open wide in amazement, darkened with lustful desire. A glimmer of light reflected off the cylindrical silver object in Kathryn’s hand. She twisted the base and it began to buzz. “You wanted to see how I used to pleasure myself …” she purred, “… I’m going to show you …” Chakotay watched, his lips open as she dipped the silver object between her thighs, pushing the tiny panties aside. He could see how aroused she was, the auburn curls were slick with moisture. Her head jolted backwards as the vibrations hit her engorged clit and a groan escaped the back of her throat. She began rocking, rubbing the aid in circles, whilst fondling her breasts, twisting the nipples into hard peaks, and biting her bottom lip, her eyes closed. Her breathing became more laboured and she suddenly opened her eyes and locked them with Chakotay’s. The ministrations on her nipples were becoming fiercer, pulling them, and lifting the whole breast upwards. He reached out to touch her, wanting to feel her. “No, just watch …” she whispered. Chakotay felt like he was going to explode. He’d never had a lover that would do this for him before. There was something so erotic about watching a woman making love to herself. He had never loved her more than at this moment. She was sharing herself completely with him. Her thighs were contracting against his ribs and he hungrily followed her movements, seeing the vibrator quicken. He was licking his lips, waiting for the shrieks he knew would soon fill the room. She threw her head back screaming her release, pinching her left nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger. He steadied her, his hands on her thighs and murmured words of encouragement. Kathryn tilted her head and looked at him, the hunger burning within his eyes. She smiled self-consciously, feeling a little embarrassed. “That was beautiful,” he whispered, as he lifted her, positioning her higher over him. She gasped as his mouth sought the heated wetness between her legs and his tongue drank her juices, dipping inside her, grunting as he suckled at her core. She gripped the headboard as he worked her over, pushing her nearer to another orgasm. His tongue was unrelenting, swirling, lapping, his teeth nipping gently. He held her tightly as she came on his mouth, once more screaming. Kathryn felt herself being pulled towards Chakotay, his lips hungry for hers. She could taste herself on him. He rolled her, covering her body with his, his erection pushing towards her. He wanted her so badly it was painful. His fingers tugged the string of her panties, tearing them away from her body. With one long thrust he entered her. He knew he wouldn’t last long. His strokes became quicker and harder, the penetration deeper as her legs crossed over his back. He could feel the stiletto heels digging into his buttocks. He was groaning her name over and over, like a mantra. Her nails clawed at his back. He felt her muscles clench down around him; he was so close. Kathryn’s hips bucked under him as she arched once more, sending him into his own release, both calling the other’s name. Chakotay’s body was heavy on hers and Kathryn could feel him panting for breath against her neck. She held him tightly, relishing in the closeness of their bodies pressed together. He kissed her softly, one hand stroking away the stray strands of hair from her beaded forehead. “I love you, Kathryn Janeway,” he declared. “Thank you for tonight”, he whispered, shifting his body weight and laying by her side, pulling her closer into his embrace. Kathryn nuzzled her head into his shoulder, “I’ve never let anyone see that before, never, only you,” she told him in a quiet voice. His hold on her tightened, overcome by the many emotions he had for this tiny woman in his arms. They laid together, their breathing returning to normal. The air was beginning to chill the sheen of sweat covering their bodies. Chakotay lifted the blanket over them both. “Where are you going Kathryn?” he asked as she started moving away from him. “I’ve got to take these clothes off, I can hardly breathe in this, let alone sleep in it,” she replied, inching her way to the edge of the bed. Chakotay placed a hand on her shoulder, “Do you always unwrap other people’s presents for them Kathryn?” he murmured, letting his hand trail over her back. She turned to him, regarding him out of the corner of her eye, “No,” she croaked, shaking her head. He laid her back onto the bed, his fingers wandering down over her stomach, along her legs. He raised himself onto his knees and looked at her. She was the most perfect woman he had known, one who could intrigue and stimulate him, both in and out of the bedroom. Chakotay slowly lifted one of her legs into the air, sliding his hand along the sheerness of her stockings. He removed the stiletto-heeled shoe from her foot and studied it. “Can you actually walk in this?” he asked incredulously. “Barely,” she answered, lifting herself up onto her elbows, watching him undress her. “My feet hurt like hell”. She groaned as Chakotay began kneading the sole of her foot, massaging away the pain. “That feels wonderful,” she whimpered. After a few moments he diverted his attention to the other foot, throwing the offending shoe onto the floor and pressing his fingers into her arch, once more kneading away the tension. “Is that better?” he drawled. “Much,” she murmured. His hand roamed up the silkiness of her stocking, brushing over her naked skin as his fingers rolled it down her leg. Kathryn felt his lips trailing over her thigh, kissing the exposed flesh as it appeared. He had the softest lips she’d ever known. He repeated his actions as he removed the other hold-up, his kisses lingering over her thighs, before moving to her stomach. His nose pushed against the bones of the basque, “How does this come off?” he moaned. “Like this,” she giggled, niftily opening the front fasteners, which had been concealed under the lace. Chakotay was a quick learner and pushed her hands aside, taking his time to prise each popper open, watching her breasts jiggle from the movement. He pushed the corset away from her and ran a finger along the red marks it left on her pale skin. “Are these sore?” his voice was full of concern. “Not really, besides, it was worth it,” she said, her voice husky. “You don’t have to wear these things to look sexy, not for me ... I’ve spent seven years fantasising about you wearing Starfleet vests!” he chuckled, his lips kissing the indentations on her chest. Chakotay’s hands accompanied his mouth, working together in harmony, manipulating and stroking her skin. Kathryn wriggled under Chakotay’s ministrations, her breathing becoming shallower. She could feel his hardness pressing against her once more and reached out to grasp it, pulsing it between her fingers. “Oh Kathryn …” he groaned, running a hand over her stomach, inching lower. She reached for him, drawing his head to hers and kissed him, feeling his fingers locate the spot they were searching for, causing her to arch her back, and press further against his hand. Still kneeling, Chakotay gently lifted Kathryn; till she was astride his legs and her own knees were resting either side of his. He felt her hand guide him to her entrance, as she lowered herself onto him. He held her to him, feeling her erect nipples rub against his chest, as they rocked together. Kathryn wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling Chakotay to her, kissing him lightly on the lips and neck, nipping him tenderly with her teeth. This time their lovemaking was slower, the rhythm lazier than before. Kathryn always liked this position because Chakotay was nearer to her, whispering words of love against her neck amidst his kisses. They climaxed within seconds of each other, and this too was different. No screaming each other’s names and calling to the Gods, just whimpers and low cries, losing themselves in the sensation of being joined as one. Afterwards, Chakotay held her in his arms. He loved the feel of her naked skin next to his. Shortly after they had begun sleeping together, Kathryn had stopped wearing nightwear, copying his lead and sleeping nude. He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled nearer to him, her voice sleepy, “I love you Chakotay,” she muttered, his lips on her hair the last thing she remembered before falling asleep. The End |
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