| Need Codes: J/C Rating: NC-17 Summary: Episode addition to “Endgame”, with multiple-choice endings. Ending One – Red-haired Fox Chakotay turned back to Kathryn and her eyes opened, revealing her shame and tears. Silently he picked up the turtleneck and handed it to her. With one hand she took it, clutching it to her breasts, covering herself from his gaze. “I’m sorry,” she croaked, tears falling over her cheeks. She knew she must look pitiful, hair mussed, make-up streaked and smeared, her bra torn, pants open, hip exposed, reeking off sexual excitement. Chakotay took a deep breath and looked at Kathryn, watching her choke back the tears that welled in her beautiful blue eyes. She was an incredible sight, sexy, erotic, lips swollen from his frantic kisses, freckled skin flushed and glistening from perspiration, reddened with his primal markings, the line of her cleavage visible, despite her efforts to conceal it. His fingers ached for her, his mouth longed for her taste. She looked fragile, ashamed, vulnerable, eyes downcast. Avoiding him. Slowly he approached her. “Kathryn?” he whispered. Silence. The only sound was that of her ragged breathing. He reached out to cup her chin, tilting it upwards, trying to force her to look at him. “Kathryn?” She was trembling, and her eyes were brimming with tears as she reluctantly met his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “It was my fault, I never meant for this to happen,” she said, stiffening, and holding her turtleneck tighter, conscious of her nakedness. “But it has happened and I don’t regret it,” he argued. “And I can’t forget it either.” The tears rolled steadily over her cheeks. “We have to …” “No, we don’t …” his thumb brushed her teardrops. “Don’t run away from me Kathryn,” he begged. “Chakotay, don’t … please,” she implored, her voice cracking with emotion, wanting nothing more than to surrender to the gentle touch that continued to caress her face. “Kathryn …” Chakotay licked at his dry lips. “I have to know … what you wrote … on the PADD …” his voice was hesitant and full of anxiety. “Did you mean it? Do you still mean it?” Chakotay’s dark orbs seemed to penetrate her soul. “Every word … ” she choked. He let out the breath he had been holding and pulled her into a crushing embrace, his arms circling her tiny body. “Give us a chance Kathryn … I know I’ve hurt you, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you … I swear … Please, just give me a chance.” His promises vibrated against her neck, making her skin tingle. Yes he had hurt her, but she’d hurt him too. And it felt so good, so right to be in his arms. Slowly she pulled away and raised a hand to cup his face, “No more hiding Chakotay, I’m through with lying to you,” she pledged, fingertips rising to trace the blue lines of his tattoo. “I’m yours … if you still want me …” Their eyes met, open, honest, revealing, tearful. Unable to answer her verbally, he lowered his mouth to hers for an achingly tender kiss. Kathryn’s fingers weaved through his black hair, caressing his nape, soothing the areas earlier gorged by her nails, while his teeth nibbled at her lower lip. Chakotay’s mind whirled, his body demanding more from this wonderfully sexy, beautiful woman. Her lips moved with his, soft, warm, delicious; open mouthed, full kisses, without the bruising intensity of their earlier ones. Their tongues met, lazily entwining, tasting each other, savouring and exploring. Chakotay’s touch on her skin was gentle, leisurely trailing circles over her bare spine, causing Kathryn to shudder. Reluctantly he pulled away, groaning. “I don’t want to leave, but I should go and talk to Seven … I owe her that much,” he said, unable to tear himself away from the luxury of mapping her naked flesh, or the softness of her mouth. “It’s ok, I understand,” she reassured him, kissing him again for emphasis. Kathryn really did understand. She had never set out to intentionally hurt Seven. She hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. Both she and Chakotay had betrayed the young woman, in the worst way imaginable. Worse still, Seven had witnessed it … well, not all of it, but if she had arrived five minutes later, the view would have been graphic to say the least. Kathryn sighed, wondering how Seven was feeling right now, and knowing that whilst she might talk to Chakotay, it was arguably wiser for Kathryn to remain out of Seven’s way for a while. Chakotay knew how wretched Kathryn was feeling. “It will be okay,” he reassured her. “Eventually,” Kathryn answered, biting her lip. “I feel so guilty …” “I know,” he replied. “Me too.” They lapsed into silence still touching and holding one another, the sound of their hearts beating rhythmically filling their ears. Eventually Chakotay spoke. “Will you stay here, while I’m gone?” he asked, with trepidation then waited a beat, “I have plenty of replicator rations now we’re home, so feel free to drink as much coffee as you like!” A small joke; a feeble attempt to lighten the mood. Kathryn watched him from under her lashes, as he added, “Stay … Have dinner with me this evening.” “I’ll be here when you return,” she promised, smiling before tiptoeing to plant a kiss on his full lips. “But I’m not cooking!” Chakotay grinned, and the effect of his dimples this close stole her breath away. “Thank the Spirits!” he teased. Ignoring Kathryn’s feigned outrage, he quickly kissed her again, but it was his turn to be surprised as she deepened the kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue, grinding her hips to his. He groaned. “You’re making this difficult for me to go,” he rasped. “Am I?” she teased, arching an eyebrow seductively, then whispering close to his ear, “Serves you right for the cooking quip! Payback’s hell Chakotay,” she finished, moistening her lips in a way that made his pants tight and uncomfortable. He stared at her, long and hard, as if trying to imprint this image of her in his memory. Hungrily his lustful eyes raked over her body, noticing that her grip on the turtleneck had relaxed slightly, and a dusky pink nipple was partially exposed. Sensing his fascination, Kathryn looked down and covered herself fully. “Spoilsport!” he grumbled. “Later … lover” she chided. Chakotay’s eyes darkened with desire. “Promise?” Cupping his nape, Kathryn pulled him closer, their breaths mingling. “Promise,” she whispered, before locking their lips together in a searing kiss. Tongues tangled and duelled frantically and soft grunts and moans were swallowed, as the fire that simmered between them once more burst into scorching flames. “I think you’d better go,” Kathryn panted, using a palm on his chest to push herself away. “Go? I can barely walk!” he grumbled, finding it impossible to leave her. Kathryn gave a deep throaty chuckle. “Its hardly a laughing matter Kathryn! I’ve got to walk through the ship with a raging hard-on! I haven’t been this eager and out of control since I was at the academy, and I was much younger then!” “In that case, I’m extremely flattered,” she purred. “Huh!” Grunting, he moved away from her, mumbling about seven years of longing and cold showers, making her chuckle again. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “I’ll make it up to you.” “Damn right!” he said, adjusting his underwear, and pinching the tip of his erection in a vain attempt to reduce its size. “Does that hurt?” she asked, wincing. “A little, but I’m used to it,” he answered with a wink. Kathryn blushed. “I guess I haven’t been very fair to you, I’m sorry.” He moved towards her and cupped her face, “Don’t be sorry. You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers. Kathryn nodded and he pulled away, heading for the doors. As they opened, he looked back to the vision standing by the wall and realised there was something he had forgotten to say. “I love you,” he said solemnly then left. It took a moment for his words to sink in and when they did, Kathryn’s face lit up in delight. Wrapping her arms around herself, she was helpless to prevent the slight school-girlish giggle that escaped her. “He loves me!” she breathed. Still. Despite everything that had happened between them, all the arguments, all the hurt, he still loved her. She wanted to announce it to the entire ship … hell, the entire Alpha Quadrant, every planet in the Federation. Forcing herself to take some deep breaths, Kathryn finally calmed down. She was standing alone, in her First Officer’s quarters, his private space, surrounded by his possessions, his belongings, his scent. The same scent that continued to cling to her, permeating every pore, woody, spicy, uniquely him. A smell so familiar, and yet new in the way it lingered on her skin, which continued to tingle from his touch. Although loath to lose the sexual connection to him, Kathryn needed to shower, badly. Every movement confirmed this, flooding her nostrils with the tangy smell of her own arousal, making her uncomfortably aware of her body’s unfulfilled desire to orgasm. In the bathroom she activated the shower and removed the last items of clothing. Standing in front of the mirror, she took a good, long look at herself. Yes, her face still had the worry lines, but her eyes twinkled in a manner so foreign to her. Yes, her breasts were no longer high and pert, gravity and age beckoned them, but they were fuller, rosier, engorged. Yes her skin was pale; a result of too many years on Voyager, deprived of sunlight, but it was flushed, glowing, healthy. Being in love with him, and being able to express that love, obviously suited her. Turning to view her profile, however, Kathryn sighed in dismay, noticing the roundness to her once slender tummy. Experimentally, she breathed in, tightening and clenching her muscles, standing with her back ramrod straight, the reflection losing five pounds. Who was she trying to fool? Herself? Chakotay? Was this the Kathryn he thought of? Had he noticed the changes in her body over the years? Would she disappoint him? Would the sight of her nakedness arouse him or appal him? With these thoughts manifesting in her mind, Kathryn stepped into the hot warmth of the shower, hoping that its vapours would cleanse both her mind and body. After checking with the computer to determine her whereabouts, Chakotay headed for Astrometrics and his talk with Seven. He had no idea what he was going to say to her. No idea where to begin. Upon hearing the doors open, Seven turned her head and coolly eyed Chakotay. “Commander,” she nodded. “Seven …” he began. “I assume you have come to terminate our dating?” she asked, her gaze as icy as a polar cap. Chakotay tugged nervously on his ear lobe. Despite trying to rehearse this talk during the journey down here, he was at a loss, and out of his depth. “I never meant to hurt you,” he told her. “I will adapt,” she informed him. Chakotay sighed. No, this wasn’t going to be easy. “I want you to know, this was not the Captain’s fault, don’t blame her for this.” Seven’s eyebrow arched in a manner Tuvok would have been proud of. “From my perspective, the Captain appeared a willing participant. It is unlikely she would have been stroking your reproductive organ had you been attacking her.” Chakotay felt his cheeks redden and his penis twitch from the memory. “No, I did not attack her, but …” “But?” Again, Seven’s eyebrow arched and Chakotay couldn’t help but think how annoying it was, so “Vulcan”. Funny, when it was Kathryn doing it, it was positively charming, appealing … seductive. He forced his mind back to the situation. “I’m not explaining this very well.” “Commander, if you and the Captain were involved, why did you agree to pursuing a relationship with me?” The question was asked with such childlike honesty it wrenched at Chakotay’s heart. “Seven, when you asked me out on a date, I accepted because you are a beautiful young woman and I was flattered you picked me.” He touched her elbow gently. “You could have your pick of men, and now we’re in the Alpha Quadrant, they’ll be queuing up to date you.” It wasn’t the answer she had expected. “As for the Captain and I,” he continued, “We were never involved romantically.” “Yet you had feelings for her?” Chakotay met her probing gaze. “I fell in love with Captain Janeway a long time ago, but this ship and crew always came first. Over the last year, I’d fooled myself into believing I was over her, that I was content to be just her friend.” “And?” “And today, I discovered she … that she … had feelings for me, deep feelings.” “Because we are in sector 001, she came and told you?” she asked, still clearly confused. “No.” The last thing he wanted was to embarrass Kathryn, but Seven was obviously assuming wrong. “One of the StarFleet personnel delivered a stack of reports to me and had accidentally included a letter I was never meant to see.” “From the Captain?” He nodded. “I have loved her for too long Seven, when I found out she felt the same …” he drifted off. “I’m sorry.” Seven blinked and looked down a moment, before resuming eye contact. “May I ask a personal question Commander?” With some trepidation, Chakotay acknowledged her request. “When I transported into your quarters, you and the Captain were in the midst of sexual activity … from my research I believe it is called foreplay, correct?” “Yes,” he squirmed, not enjoying where this line of enquiry was heading. “My ocular implants detected elevated levels of pheromones and your heartbeats and respiratory levels were heightened …” “Go on …” “I am aware of the requirements and technicalities of copulation, however …” her nose wrinkled, “… the act itself appeared unglamorous, undignified and crude. I see no enjoyment from an activity that includes so much perspiration, grunting and fluid transfer. It was neither beautiful nor erotic, much like the human male body.” Chakotay stifled a chuckle. “So what’s your question?” “How is that pleasurable? Your primitive and desperate handling of Captain Janeway’s breasts was … disturbing, yet you both seemed to gain sexual gratification from it. I do not understand,” she paused in contemplation. “I am sorry if I have offended you, Commander, but I found the episode repulsive and unhygienic,” she concluded. Chakotay tried to conceal his amusement. “You have a long way to go Seven, but I hope one day you will experience the joys of making-love.” Seven gave him a sceptic look. “I am relieved that the Captain will be providing you your sexual release, Commander. I am not as ready as I thought for intimate relations.” Chakotay smiled. “Take care Seven.” “You too … Chakotay.” He leant forward to kiss her softly on the cheek, taking Seven slightly by surprise. “Goodbye,” he whispered, turning to leave. “Chakotay?” she called. “Yes?” he turned to face her. “I wish you and Captain Janeway the best for the future.” Chakotay was genuinely moved. “Thank you, that means a lot … to both of us.” Seven called out again, just before his presence activated the door mechanism. “One more thing, Commander. I suggest you take a shower before approaching the Captain again, you may find it beneficial to your intentions. My research shows that a pleasing aroma is preferential to an offensive one.” Chakotay made a noise, a cross between a gasp and a choking sound. “Thanks for the advice Seven,” he retorted and left quickly, before she could offer him any more tips. It was an anxious, nervous and slightly amused Chakotay that rode alone in the turbolift back to deck 3. Back to his quarters, to his love, to his Kathryn. Her name alone sent chills throughout his body. She, his Captain, his superior, the other half of his soul, was waiting for him, waiting to put an end to the games they had been playing for so long. This was the crux of it. What if he disappointed her? What if he failed to please her? What if it was over too soon? Seven years worth of fantasises were a lot to live up to. He remembered, as the orange deck lights flashed past the lift, how she felt, how soft she was, her body pressed against his. His blood heated, rushing to his groin, tenting his uniform. He wanted her, always her and tonight he was going to have her, love her, taste her, hear her cry his name. Chakotay took a deep breath, willing his body to calm down, to wait. He recalled his conversation with Seven and chuckled. Her opinions regarding sex were analytical to say the least. He cringed, thinking how close he had come to developing that kind of relationship with her. Already he knew that Kathryn would be a passionate, responsive, energetic lover. There was not a man in this quadrant that would opt to choose a cold, detached, emotionless woman, with a constant strive for perfection that would alarm even the most gifted of men. Whichever Ensign had accidentally delivered Kathryn’s letter, had also changed the course of the Commander’s life, for the better. The turbolift stopped and Chakotay stepped out into the corridor. Once more his mind was filled with images of Kathryn, topless, dishevelled, moaning in desperation as he sucked and toyed with her nipples. His breathing deepened and his pace became faster, keen to return to her arms, to feel her stroking him again. Outside his quarters, it took Chakotay three attempts before he successfully keyed in his security code and was allowed to enter. The living area was empty. Kathryn was gone. Sickness whirled in his stomach. Alone. Again. His shoulders sagged and he felt like crying, screaming, hitting out. Then he heard it. A soft whimper, a rustle, a low, throaty moan. Cautiously he moved towards the sound. Inside his sleeping area, in his bed, fast asleep, was Kathryn Janeway. Laid on her side facing him, she had one hand tucked up under her chin, and the other draped over her waist. Chakotay smiled at the sight, happiness threatening to burst his heart. She was wearing one of his shirts, the length of which exposed her slim, slender legs. His gaze followed the curve of her calves, upwards, over the smoothness of her thighs, muscled yet soft, to the roundness of her buttocks, the view of which was masked by the blue shirt. He felt his arousal rising, as he pondered whether she was wearing anything under the lightweight top. His eyes continued to roam, settling on the open neckline, drawn to the glimmer of freckled cleavage. How he wanted to nuzzle the material apart, plant kisses along her collarbone, shoulders; grazing lower until his lips captured a rosy peak, while his hands explored, a finger dipping into the wet sanctuary it had earlier found. He wanted to wake her, to kiss her into consciousness, to touch the red hair that fanned out over his pillows and framed her beautiful face. She shifted slightly, legs uncurling as she stretched out. He watched, transfixed, as the edge of the shirt rose higher, giving him a mouth-watering peep at the triangular patch of auburn curls that nestled between her thighs. Spirits he needed her … needed to fill her … needed to consume her … needed … a shower. A cold shower. Before he had an accident inside his pants. Silently, and reluctantly, he made his way into the bathroom, stopping to first pick out a fresh pair of boxers from his drawer. Inside the bathroom, he saw a pile of clothing, Kathryn’s. Her lacy bra and panties were on the top. White ones, standard colour, but not the standard type, hell no, these he would be able to tear away from her easily, very easily. “Computer, activate cool water shower,” he instructed, keeping his voice low. He knew better. He knew he shouldn’t. He also knew he couldn’t resist. He bent and with one finger, lifted the delicate panties. They were damp, the gusset glistening with her moistness. The smell of her arousal was strong on them, clung to them. He was hard again, thickened, panting. The fabric tickled his face as he inhaled her scent, a sweet tanginess that he would never forget. Instinctively his free hand moved to palm his erection. There was no way he could wait any longer. If he didn’t release the tension that was building in him, he would never last longer than touching her breasts. Furiously his hand moved up and down the length of his shaft, pumping, squeezing. He was ashamed of his lack of control. Here he was, in his bathroom masturbating, whilst the object of his fantasises lay in his bed. Oh, the thought of her laying there, naked under his shirt, legs slightly open, revealing, waiting for him, wanting him, his to take, writhing beneath him, bucking madly, screaming, yearning, begging, panting, coming. With a strangled gasp, Chakotay emptied himself into the hand that was still clutching Kathryn’s panties, soaking them, mixing their fluids together. Carefully he wiped at the sensitive tip, collecting the last of his semen with the pretty lace, before stepping into the running shower and washing himself thoroughly. Kathryn was still sleeping when he returned to the bedroom and once more he stood watching her, contented after his recent release to savour her beauty, her fragility. He debated his next move, not knowing whether to wake her or wait in the other room, maybe prepare them the dinner he had promised. As if sensing his dilemma, Kathryn gently stirred and her eyes fluttered open, focusing on the darkly handsome First Officer at the foot of the bed. “Hi,” she smiled, her voice husky with sleep. “Hi yourself,” he answered, grinning. “Hope you don’t mind me borrowing one of your shirts.” “Not at all, you look better in it than I ever could,” he replied, delighting in the blush that covered her cheeks. There was a pause. “I was afraid you had left, that you had changed your mind about us,” he said quietly, the emotion evident in his voice. Kathryn’s hand reached out for him and he clasped it, settling on he edge of the bed beside her. “I promised Chakotay.” The intensity of her blue gaze took his breath away. “Have you ever known me to back out of a promise?” she asked. Chakotay shook his head and softly stroked an errant strand of hair from her face. “No.” She held his hand to her face and kissed it gently. “I meant what I said, I’m yours … forever,” she vowed, then continued teasingly, “… until you tire of me and trade me for a younger model!” “I could never tire of you Kathryn. Never.” “I hope not.” Using an arm to prop herself up, Kathryn moved towards Chakotay, closing the space between them. Her gaze flickered hesitantly from his mouth to his eyes, seeking reassurance. Then her lips pressed against his for a tender kiss. They both sighed; foreheads pressed together, Chakotay’s hand now cupping her face, thumb stroking her firm jaw-line. Minutes passed. Kathryn moved away, enough for her vision to re-focus. “How did it go with Seven?” she asked him nervously. Chakotay began to laugh, his shoulders rocking. “What? Tell me?” she wheedled, but starting to laugh herself now, finding his amusement completely infectious. “I don’t even know where to begin!” he choked. Kathryn waited, still laughing, until Chakotay was able to speak and recount his conversation with Seven. Despite her embarrassment, Kathryn giggled uncontrollably. “She actually used the term ‘Reproductive Organ’?” she asked, incredulously, resting a palm on Chakotay’s bare thigh to steady her shaking form. He nodded. “I still can’t believe she thought the whole idea of sex as ‘unglamorous, undignified and crude!’” “She may have a point there!” Kathryn retorted. “I’m sure our little display lacked any finesse what-so-ever!” “So, you think she was correct hmm?” he teased, eyes glinting dangerously. “I didn’t say that!” she backtracked. “I suppose you agree with her comments about the male body too!” Her eyes darkened with desire and the laughter faded. “No … I find your body very beautiful, Chakotay.” Sensuously, she scratched her nails through the sprinkling of fine hairs adorning Chakotay’s muscled thigh. “ … And incredibly erotic …” she whispered, lips close to his. Again she was kissing him. Moving her mouth over his, then along his jaw, down, down, over his chest. Light kisses, jabbing her tongue out periodically, tasting the salt of his skin, mixed with the herbal shower wash he had used. The hand on his leg began roaming, seeking, higher, higher. Her lips caressed his chest then halted over a nipple, brown and dark. A pause. Her teeth were sharp, enclosing around it, nipping it, making him groan from the pain, which in itself was pleasure. Then the cooling balm of her tongue, flat, wet. Torture. Oh, he wanted to feel her mouth on him … on the hardness pulsing between them, rigid in his boxers. But first … First, he wanted her pleasure. Chakotay manoeuvred Kathryn, so she was kneeling tall by his side; his head level with the dark pebbles jutting out from her shirt. He kissed her, slow, deliberate, nibbling on her lips, tracing their contours with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers gripped his biceps, partially for support and partially because they were unable to reach their ultimate goal. It was her turn to groan as he teased her, keeping the kisses delicate, chaste, ignoring her attempts to intensify them by trying to push her tongue into his mouth. She panted in frustration as he left her mouth to kiss over and around her chin. Maybe she expected him to trail down her neck. Maybe. Maybe that’s why her head angled, an invitation. He bit her chin, not hard, not light either … but not enough to mark. He was unable to prevent himself. Always her chin had been one of the things he loved about her. The way in tilted in defiance, the power it had, the authority. Maybe she hadn’t been expecting that, but it excited her, releasing a pool of slickness between her thighs. “Please,” she panted. “I need you …” Her words, whispered in that husky voice, ripped through him, making him burn for her. Deliberately, he slowed his movements, teasing her as he slowly worked his way down the buttons of the shirt. Tantalising fingers flicked over her naked flesh, barely brushing her skin as they glided over her stomach, nudging the wet curls at the juncture of her legs. Chakotay’s hands slipped inside the open shirt, caressing her hips, waist, skimming along the edges of her breasts, up to her shoulders. “I want to see you,” he told her, pushing the garment over her shoulders and letting it pool at her wrists. For one brief moment, Kathryn self-consciously tensed her tummy muscles. “Relax Kathryn,” he urged. Still kneeling, she fought her embarrassment and watched his eyes raking over her body. “You’re beautiful,” he said in wonder. Kathryn blushed and pulled a face. “I don’t think so, but …” one side of her mouth tugged downwards, “ … thank you anyway.” His eyes returned to hers, anxious for her to believe what he was about to say. “Never doubt yourself Kathryn, you’re perfect …” His gaze dropped once more to her petite form, “So perfect.” There had been no time in their earlier fumbling for him to look at her, to see the body, the woman, he had fantasised over so many nights. He hadn’t lied to her; she was beautiful. Her skin was creamy, drizzled with tiny freckles, her breasts larger than he had imagined, the uniform had done her no justice. His hand trailed along the valley between her them, making her shudder, fingers skirting outwards, teasingly, as they inched lower, covering her stomach, then moving to cup her buttock. “Chakotay …” her voice was pleading with him to put her out of her frustrated misery. “Soon,” he promised, lips nuzzling her neck, seeking out the areas that gave her pleasure. He kissed at the angry purple-red bruises he had left on her skin earlier. One on her neck, one on her shoulder, two more on her left breast, at the top and nearer the dusky tip. Kathryn groaned, her legs weakening and the position she was in not helping. “Oh God!” she cried, clutching at his short hair as his eager tongue laved at a nipple, causing it to stand rigidly to attention. “So perfect,” he repeated, his mouth opening wider to capture her completely. Kathryn was going crazy. She needed him, now. Inside her, filling her, satisfying her. “Chakotay,” she whined, hips undulating. He murmured a response; far too busy feasting on her succulent breast, a hand mimicking his actions to the other one. She was begging him, crying for him, hot for him. Spirits! His erection was throbbing, almost painfully, in his boxers, but he willed himself to continue with his plan. “Oh my! Oh …” she cried, jolting as a thick finger pushed between her thighs and drew along her slickness. Instinctively, her legs parted and the digit focused solely on circling her hardened clitoris, pushing against it. Kathryn struggled against him, trying to push herself away from his attentions. Too much … much too much. She couldn’t think. Her body was arching against him, nails tearing into his shoulders. She had never been so out of control and it scared her, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of this man. Higher he pushed her, the ministrations to her breasts continuing, suckling, biting, the sensations competing with those his fingers were producing on her sex. She was losing the ability to remain upright, her mind concentrating on the delicious feelings coursing through her. Kathryn was close, but she was fighting him and he knew it. “Let yourself go, Kathryn.” A whisper against her skin, a pause in his intentions, then the continuance; the hot tongue that moulded her pebbled peak to his lips, the hand that tweaked and rolled it’s dusky partner, the masterful pinch to the swollen flesh between her silken folds … Whatever reply she was going to make was lost in the strangled sob that left her jerking body. Wave upon wave crashed over her and she toppled backwards onto the bed, unable to support herself any longer. Chakotay followed her, lying by her side, stroking her tenderly as she gulped for air, watching her. “I thought I was going to pass out!” she gasped, not telling him that she was actually afraid of peeing herself too, such was the intensity of her first orgasm at another’s hands for a long, long time. “That’s just the beginning Kathryn.” His eyes smouldered and Kathryn found herself in unfamiliar territory. Usually after climaxing, she found further arousal impossible, and had resorted to faking interest with past lovers … but this man! Whoa! Her body still ached for him, yearned for him. “Is that a promise you can deliver on, Commander?” His throat tightened from just hearing her speak so sexily, it was almost a purr. “Well, Kat,” the shortening of her name was a deliberate play on words. “I can deliver, I just hope you can keep the pace.” Her stomach flipped. ‘Kat’ he had called her ‘Kat’ not boring ‘Kath’ or ‘Kathy’, but ‘Kat’ and it sounded so erotic from his lips, sultry, wanton. Her muscles clenched wondering if this was how he truly saw her. She recovered enough to answer the challenge in his black pools of desire. “Oh, I can handle everything you have to give … and more.” Chakotay’s lips descended on hers in a passionate kiss, tongues frantically duelling for supremacy. She swallowed his groans of protest as her fingers surrounded him, slipping inside his boxer shorts to palm the hard shaft that had been pulsing against her thigh. He was long and thick and she could feel his fluid seeping from the tip. Suddenly his tongue wasn’t enough. She wanted him to fill her mouth, to taste him, lick him, sup from him. “Kneel,” she directed him. Wordlessly he obeyed, letting her position him where she wanted . He looked down at her, head propped up on the pillows, a hand continuing to stroke his stiffened manhood and realised, with wide eyes, exactly what her intention was. Reaching for his buttocks with her free hand, she pulled him closer, until his hands grasped for balance on the headboard, and his cock was grazing her lips. Chakotay’s knuckles whitened as Kathryn’s hot mouth engulfed him suddenly and he fought the urge to thrust deeper. Kathryn took his size completely, relaxing her throat muscles and tilting her neck to avoid gagging. He was definitely large, very large. Her tongue ran along his length, joined by nipping teeth. She sucked on him like a lollypop, tasting the saltiness that trickled from the swollen head. Rhythmically, her hand massaged the base, kneading his testicles, while she lapped and circled the tip. She relished in the guttural moans he made, the way his fingers gripped her hair, the expression on his face. Deeper, she pulled him deeper into her mouth, laving him, testing him, his stamina, his control. Chakotay was fighting for that control with every cell in his body. She was so good, too good. It was the look she gave him that nearly broke his restraint, peering up at him from under her lashes, sultry, hungrily, moaning her own pleasure. “Stop Kathryn! Please!” he rasped. Leisurely, she withdrew her mouth and licked at the sticky trail that hovered between her chin and his cock, glistening like a spider’s web covered in the morning’s dew. Using a finger, she wiped at the remains of the chain, before licking it clean and smiling at him. “Resistance is Futile, Commander,” she purred. Chakotay rolled onto his back, bringing Kathryn on top of him, tugging her head down to meet his. “I surrender,” he whispered, kissing her hard and lifting her hips so that his erection could rub along her wet folds. Kathryn reached for him, positioning him against her opening. “Prepare to be assimilated,” she warned, impaling herself suddenly on his thickened shaft, her own moisture allowing the intrusion easily. He groaned. She was hot and slick and tight … and it felt good to be buried within her, coated in her juices, pulsing and throbbing inside her, spearing her with every thrust of her hips. She groaned. He was big and hard and substantial … and he filled her completely, stretched her wider than anyone had before, stroked at her with every movement, hitting that hidden spot, enlarging it, making it ache. “Kathryn …” he managed. “Oh God, this feels so good.” Her body was pounding against his, her breasts jiggling from the exertion. “Ooh, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this!” “I do …” his hands reached for the pert babies bouncing before him, supporting them, kneading them, squeezing them. “Oh God Chakotay, don’t stop … harder!” His fingers latched onto her puckered nipples, twisting them, lifting her mounds by them and finally using them to yank her towards him, until their tongues fought like swords, duelling in the space between their open mouths. Chakotay used the different angle to his advantage, flipping them suddenly till she lay underneath him, her legs openly spreading around his thighs. He surged into her, encouraged by her moans. “Yes … ooh yes … more … more …” The bed rocked, unused springs creaking loudly, as he plundered her body relentlessly … in and out … in and out … pulling out … plunging in … in and out … hips rocking violently. She raised her legs, allowing him deeper penetration, but the rhythm was too fast for her to grip his rear and instead her legs hung in mid air, knees bent, shaking with every powerful thrust. Her climax was building and she panted, gasping for air as her body climbed in erotic peaks … “Oh Chakotay … oh God! Please … Ooh … Nearly …” His voice was by her ear, and its vibrations ran over her sensitive flesh, “Come for me Kathryn … scream my name.” That was it. That was what finally tipped her over the precipice. She came, hard, calling for him, screaming out her satisfaction, biting his shoulder as the aftershocks coursed through her. Chakotay could not hold back. The walls of her vagina were tensing and clamping around him, bringing his own release. He yelled her name as his hot seed spurted within her, flooding her cervix with its warmth, triggering more aftershocks from her whimpering body. “Spirits!” he said finally, raising himself up on his elbows and gazing at the woman beneath him. Kathryn grinned back breathlessly. “If I’d have know it would’ve been this good, you’d have been in my bed a very long time ago!” “Damn!” he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Chakotay, there’s something I forget to say earlier … I love you … always have,” her eyes misted, but even so, Chakotay could see the love within them. “I love you too Kathryn.” He felt his flaccid penis slip from her and he moved them both so they were facing each other on their side. Securely, he held her, chest to chest, legs entwined. “When we finally get off Voyager, and after the de-briefings,” Kathryn rolled her eyes at the thought of the extensive interviews that awaited them. “I was wondering …” She stopped. “Go on,” Chakotay urged. “Well … I was wondering if …” It wasn’t like Kathryn to be this nervous. “Yes?” “If you would marry me,” she finished, watching for his reaction. Chakotay closed his eyes. “Chakotay?” her voice was tinged with uncertainty. He met her worried gaze. “I can’t accept Kathryn …” Her shocked expression pained him and he fought to keep her in his arms as she struggled to get away from him. “You bastard! You lousy son of a bitch! You made me believe …” “Kathryn wait … listen to me!” “Go to hell!” He clung to her, preventing her from getting up. “Let me go!” she growled. “Goddamn it woman, for once in your life, you are going to listen to me!” Using both of his hands, he pinned her arms above her head and covered her kicking legs with his body. “Now listen!” Her eyes blazed defiantly. “I can’t accept your proposal because … call me old fashioned, but I wanted to be the one to propose, although in all my dreams when I’ve asked you to marry me, never once was it like this, with me pinning you to the bed!” He flashed her a smile. “So? What do you say? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” A tear rolled over Kathryn’s cheek. “I should say no, just to pay you back, you realise,” she warned. “And break my heart? Could you really be that cruel?” She shook her head. “No more hurting, remember?” She paused. “Yes … I’d be delighted to marry you Chakotay. Now, would you let go of my arms so that I can embrace my future husband?” “Future husband?” he chuckled returning her embrace. “I could get used to being called that!” “Don’t!” she breathed, edging her lips towards his. “I have a terrible track record with engagements, this one is going to be the shortest in history!” “I can’t wait for the honeymoon!” “Why wait till then?” she queried, capturing his lips and catapulting them into the burning furnace of need and desire. The End Return to “Need” part one Return to NC-17 Index Happy with the ending? Lemme Know! |
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