Promise Disclaimer: The usual, I don’t own them, Paramount do! Rating: Wanna hazard a guess? Hehe! NC-17! Chakotay jolted awake, his eyes briefly scanning the room. He had fallen asleep on the couch in his quarters. “Computer, what time is it?” he growled in a voice husky from sleep. “The time is 0330hrs,” the computer replied. Chakotay’s hands rubbed at his face, “Computer locate Captain Janeway,” he instructed. “Captain Janeway is not aboard Voyager,” it taunted. Chakotay stood, flexing his back, cursing both it and his Captain. He walked to the replicator and ordered coffee, not because he required a drink, but because he hoped it would keep him awake and sometimes, drinking her favourite drink made him feel closer to her. Taking the coffee with him, he stood by the window and looked down on the planet below. Earlier, Chakotay had seen Kathryn dancing with one of Minister C’zahk’s aids and hadn’t liked it, even though he himself had been dancing with Seven. He had liked it even less when the T’Lsonrian had escorted Kathryn from the party. His stomach constricted as he mused over how long ago that had been, and yet, Kathryn was still not on board. “Damn you Kathryn!” he swore. It suddenly dawned on him, that despite his developing relationship with Seven, he still couldn’t completely let go of the one woman he wanted more than anything. The only trouble was, she obviously didn’t want him. It was slowly eating Chakotay up, wondering what that alien was doing with his Kathryn. Was he touching her? Making love to her? Loving her in the way Chakotay could only dream of? His grip on the coffee tightened. Despite his normal calm nature, Chakotay felt angry, angry with himself, but mostly, angry with Kathryn. For seven years he had been by her side, hoping one day that she would return the love he so obviously had for her. Seven years of hopeful misery, snatching glances, living for the next gentle touch, the endless bantering, the candlelit dinners. For what? In the past few months the memory of her happiness on Quarra with Jaffen had served to further increase his misery. “Damn you woman,” he hissed. The softness of the dawn light filtered through Kathryn’s red hair, highlighting the golden flecks in it. She turned to Rakiv, a warm smile on her lips, “Goodbye Rakiv, I hope you met someone that you can love freely … you deserve it,” she added, clasping his hand in hers. “Goodbye Kathryn, may your journey home be swift and may you too find your destiny,” his hand covered their joined ones and he flashed her a saddened smile. She held his gaze for a moment. The previous evening they were strangers, and now she was leaving him having known him as a lover. “Janeway to Voyager, one to beam up”. Seconds later, Kathryn re-materialised in the Transporter Room and curtly acknowledged the crewman on duty before exiting, unaware that the computer had automatically relayed her arrival to a very anxious First Officer. She was exiting the turbo lift when she almost literally bumped into Commander Chakotay who was rounding the corner. “Chakotay!” she was started to see him. “Captain,” his voice was restrained, his eyes taking in her appearance. Kathryn could feel the colour rising in her cheeks. She felt like a young girl again, sneaking in late and getting caught by her father. Self-consciously she ran a hand through her slightly mussed hair and inwardly cursed herself for doing so. “You’re up early Commander,” she noted, then immediately regretted mentioning it. She had no intention of discussing his reasons for roaming the corridors at this hour, guessing that he was probably returning to his quarters after escorting Seven back to the cargo bay. Gods! If that was one image she could do without! She felt nauseous at the images running through her mind of what they had been doing together that would require Seven to regenerate. “I could say the same for you Captain, but judging from your appearance I can’t help but notice that you have yet to go to bed,” he said, his voice grim. Janeway shot him a look, “If you excuse me Commander,” her voice was pure ice, “I have things to attend before my duty shift starts”. She bristled as Chakotay refused to allow her to pass. “Did you spend all night on the planet?” he asked. “Yes, I didn’t realise the time,” she replied, her anger simmering. “I guess the old saying is correct, ‘Time goes quickly when you’re having fun’,” he growled. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, furious at the tone he was taking with her. Damn it, she was the one in charge on this ship, she didn’t have to account to him. Especially him. He viewed her, his dark eyes burning with something she couldn’t identify, “It means, Captain,” his use of her title sounded like an insult, “that it is hardly appropriate behaviour for the Captain to go AWOL,” he finished. Janeway eyed her First Officer coolly. “I think, Commander, we had better end this discussion right now, understand?” she gave him one of her death glares and stepped around him. She keyed in her access code to her quarters and was about to enter when she heard Chakotay’s angry tones. “Did you sleep with him Kathryn?” Kathryn spun around, her eyes flashing wildly, “How dare you!” Chakotay didn’t back down, he stood close to her, invading her space “Did you? I saw you leave with him last night”. Kathryn squared her shoulders, “It’s none of your Goddamn business what I do!” she hissed. “None of my business? My job is to protect and look after you,” he retorted. Kathryn’s manner changed completely, gone was the fieriness, and the ice maiden was back, “It appeared last night that you had enough responsibility looking after Seven … I don’t believe I was a priority Commander,” her coldness stung him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you later on the bridge,” she told him frostily and disappeared into her room. Chakotay was clenching his fists into balls as the doors closed behind her; his breathing was coming in short pants. Why couldn’t she just see how much she was hurting him? Inside the privacy of her quarters, Kathryn was seething as she made her way to the shower, instructing the computer to activate the water. Today she needed to feel the spray beating down on her; she didn’t want a sonic one. Leaving a trail of clothes on her bedroom floor, Kathryn stepped into the shower cubicle. She inhaled the steam as the jets washed over her hair and body and reached for the cleansing gel, lathering it between her hands before smoothing it over her body. Her hands were rough in their washing, she was angry at the questioning Chakotay had given her outside. ‘Who does he think he is?’ she fumed silently. Kathryn didn’t hear Chakotay over-ride her security code and enter her bedroom. The water splashing masked any other sounds and she was surprised to see him standing in front of her when she emerged naked from the cubicle. “You’ve got two seconds to get out before I call security and have them haul your backside to the brig!” she yelled, refusing to try to cover her embarrassment. Chakotay gulped, his eyes longing to travel over the naked figure in front of him. Instead, he maintained the contact with the blazing blue glare she was throwing him as she wrapped a large Starfleet towel around herself. Kathryn straightened her shoulders, one hand clutching at the front of the towel; even in this situation she was still the Captain. “Just what the hell were you thinking of, breaking into my quarters while I’m showering?” she asked, her voice dangerously low. “You didn’t answer my question,” Chakotay informed her. For a moment Kathryn looked confused and Chakotay stepped nearer to her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him. “Did you sleep with him?” he repeated. “What I do with my private life is just that, private, Commander. I don’t have to answer to you,” she told him indignantly, her shoulders colouring from the anger coursing through her. Stalemate. She turned from him, intending to hit her nearby COM badge and have security report to her quarters. Suddenly she found herself yanked back, barely managing to keep hold of the towel, as Chakotay gripped her arm tightly. “You slept with him, didn’t you?” he rasped, his face inches from hers. “What gives you the right to demand an answer?” she countered, willing herself not to yelp as his fingers dug into her wet flesh. “What right?” he yelled, his breath blowing over her face. “I’ll tell you what right I have Kathryn, I love you!” his voice caught and he released his hold on her. Kathryn didn’t move. She stared at him, watching as the anger momentarily left him and his face betrayed his jealousy. Chakotay took a sigh, he hadn’t meant to tell her how he felt, “I’ve always loved you Kathryn,” he added quietly. “Then why are you with Seven?” she shrieked. “Because I can’t have you and I’m tired of lonely nights and solitary pleasure!” he hollered. “So you’re just using her for sex? I didn’t think you were that shallow Chakotay!” “Shallow? I’m not the one who’s been throwing herself at half the Delta Quadrant!” he yelled. “I thought your relationship with Jaffen was because of the mind manipulation, but what was the excuse this time Kathryn? Did you wake up yesterday feeling horny and thought ‘What the hell?’” his eyes were dark with anger. “Get out!” she ordered him. “Are you only interested in casual relationships? Is that it? Is that where I went wrong? Trying to love you, when I should have just fucked you instead!” Her hand swung back and slapped him hard across the cheek. “Bastard!” she spat. He rubbed at his stinging face, eyes smarting. “Don’t stand here judging me when you don’t know what the hell I’m feeling!” she shouted, trying to stem the tears that were prickling her eyes. “Yes I spent the night with Rakiv, but it was your fault I did!” “Mine?” he bawled. “I’m not made of stone Chakotay! Did you think it wouldn’t hurt, watching you and Seven together? Rakiv offered me comfort and I took it!” “I’d worked that part out for myself,” he snapped. “Was it good?” “What?” she screeched. “Did he satisfy you Kathryn?” Chakotay was functioning on anger alone. Deep down he knew he didn’t want to hear the answer, but in a twisted way he had to know. “To hell with you Chakotay!” she yelled, turning once more for the COM badge on the side. His hands grabbed for her shoulders, spinning her around, till she was pressed against him. Surprised, Kathryn released her hold on the bath towel and it fell to the floor. Chakotay’s eyes dropped to her naked breasts, pushed up against his uniform jacket, still glistening from the shower water. She had no time to avoid his mouth as it crushed down on hers. His lips moved frantically, his tongue prising hers open, thrusting inside, exploring wildly. He groaned, slipping his hands across Kathryn’s back, holding her tighter to him. Instinctively she kissed him back, their tongues duelling for supremacy, her hands clawing at his face, trying to drink him in. This was what she had been thinking of with Rakiv. All thoughts for Starfleet protocol disappeared as she felt his penis hardening against her stomach and his hips rubbing against hers. His kisses were demanding and unrelenting, his head twisting from side to side, capturing her repeatedly. They were both panting, their hot breaths brushing over each other’s skin. He pushed his thigh between her legs, practically lifting her of the ground. She squirmed against him, her naked sex chaffing against his pants, the friction igniting the longing within her. Chakotay’s hands dropped to her buttocks, cupping them, kneading them in his large strong hands, grinding her down on him. She gasped, his roughness exciting her; here was the savage Maquis Captain she had fantasised about. He lifted her, feeling her legs wrap around his back as he moved towards the bathroom wall. He slammed Kathryn against it and her head hit it, the impact making a sound. Neither noticed, both too occupied to care. Her hands fought to release his stiff erection from the confines of his pants, tugging the coarse material aside urgently. With one hand supporting her, Chakotay moved the other to grasp a breast, squeezing it, his fingers finding the nipple and twisting hard. Kathryn jolted against him moaning. Once freed, Kathryn ran her hand over his length, pumping it, increasing the pressure as he groaned, his mouth dropping to her neck, biting the soft skin there. “Is this what you wanted Kathryn?” he rasped. “Yes, I want you Chakotay,” she cried, pulling his head up from her neck and kissing him. “Always have,” she panted between kisses. Her nails dug into his scalp and her tongue pushed furiously inside his mouth, kissing him deeper than anyone ever had before. His hand continued pounding at her breast, the other one gripping her buttock harshly, his erect shaft probing demandingly against her wetness. Chakotay felt her body tense as he entered her quickly, in one long thrust. His thickness and size stung and she was grateful to have had lovers recently, without whom she would have indeed spent the day with the Doctor. He broke away from her kiss, struggling for air as he plunged repeatedly into her with short thrusts. His vigorous actions caused her slight body to bounce against the wall, once more knocking her head. The hand on her breast moved lower, moving over her stomach, through the damp curls, stopping just above the place where they were joined. His finger swirled around, finding the swollen spot he was searching for. She cried out, arching against him, pushing further forwards, wanting more of him. He circled her nerve centre, feeling her inner muscles clamp around him in response. Chakotay rubbed harder, driving her towards an orgasm, biting on her neck and shoulders, as her hands clawed at his hair and face. He pounded into her faster and faster, encouraged by her grunts and moans. His finger increased the pressure to her clitoris. She began jerking, eyes closed, her nails piecing his skin. Suddenly she stiffened, head right back, neck fully exposed to his teeth, as he drove her on. She screamed out, clutching at his jacket as the waves hit her, rolling over and over her body, making her scream again. He felt her tighten inside, and the feeling propelled him over the edge. With one more thrust he shuddered, spilling his semen deep within her, filling her with its heat. “Gods,” he groaned, gasping for air, afraid his weakened legs would collapse under him. Kathryn’s chest was heaving, her forehead beaded with perspiration. She clung to him, feeling the aftershocks of her climax ebb away. “Chakotay,” was all she could manage to say. Wrapping Kathryn in his arms and holding her to him, he gently lowered her to the ground, seeking out her swollen mouth and nuzzling it tenderly. Firmly in his embrace, Kathryn could feel his now flaccid penis against her bare stomach. It was sticky, coated in both of their fluids. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so complete. He sighed, dipping his head into the crook of her neck as her hands stroked his broad back. “I won’t let you go, not now,” he murmured, his voice vibrating over her skin, making her shiver. “You have to,” she whispered. Chakotay cupped her chin, raising it, making her look him in the eyes, “I can’t Kathryn,” he said. “We don’t have a choice Chakotay … I’ve got a ship to run and you’ve got Seven,” her voice caught and a sob escaped her chest as she held him tighter to her. “Do you really believe that I could go back to her and forget what just happened?” he asked incredulously. “No, not for one moment,” she replied honestly, her gaze still locked with his. “Do you love me Kathryn?” his eyes searched hers, fearful of rejection. Kathryn was moved by his openness, the hope she saw etched on his face, “More than anything,” she whispered intently. He smiled, but there were tears in those dark orbs, “Then I’ll continue to wait for you Kathryn,” he vowed. “Just promise me that one day …” his voice broke. “I promise Chakotay,” she told him. He held her to him, her head on his chest, his hands covering her naked back. Silent tears rolled down both of their faces. Seconds passed. Eventually Chakotay pulled away, looking at her as if for the last time, stroking a finger along her chin. “See you on the bridge,” he whispered and then left. The End |
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| Sequel to "Like We Never Had A Broken Heart" |