Tight Confines Entered in the "Queens of Smut" Contest Disclaimer: Gee, guess what? I don’t own any of this, but are you really surprised? Rating: NC-17 – what else? Author’s note: Ok, I’m kinda thinking that Starfleet standard issue underwear for the women is similar to a sports bra and “Sloggi” type control panties … so bear it in mind, ok? It’s tight!!!!!! <g> Set sometime around season six, before “Fair Haven” The unusually hard bed she was laying on was uncomfortable, but Kathryn didn’t care. She was in the middle of a deliciously erotic dream, being cradled by two firm arms, pressed tightly against a solid chest. Soft lips were nuzzling at the sensitive spot below her ear and she arched her neck to allow better access. Kathryn felt the hand under her move to cup her breast, teasing the nipple through the fabric of her bra, teasing, flicking, making her thrust forward, filling the palm that encased her. Steadily, the other hand trailed lightly over her hip, lower, caressing, inching closer to the waistband of her panties, splaying, slipping further, inside, lower, tangling in her dense curls. A bra strap slid off her shoulder, pulled by nipping teeth. Forceful fingers invaded the cotton cup, grasping, tweaking, latching on to the pebbled peak, tugging, twisting, thumbing. The fingers entwining in her triangular patch of hair began moving, probing, and her thighs parted, inviting, asking, begging, skin to skin, gliding over her aching centre. Dipping, snaking, slipping through the slick heated wetness, penetrating, one finger, two, pumping, thumb circling, pressing. Kathryn was going to orgasm, that much she knew without doubt, and it was going to be violently vocal, enthusiastic praise of the hands that were playing with her body. A prelude to this intense wave, which threatened her entire soul, escaped her lips in the form of a pleasurable gasp. The sound woke her up. It had been many years since Chakotay had experienced a “wet dream”, more years than maybe he cared to admit, but certainly not since adolescence – with a few exceptional narrow escapes, involving a petite, unobtainable, Starfleet Captain. But this morning his dream was vivid, beyond compare. He was holding Kathryn in his arms and she was allowing him to touch her, allowing his fingers to explore her slim, soft body. In one hand he held her breast, fingers toying with the hard nipple pressing against his palm, the other … ‘oh Spirits!’ … The fingers of his other hand were gently sliding in and out of her very wet, and very welcoming, vagina, her muscles tensing around them. She was close, and so was he, his erection painful, throbbing, weeping, pressing against the rounded cheeks of her arse. He heard her gasp and felt her warm breath on his arm. ‘Hang on … something’s not right … I felt her breath? …’ Chakotay’s eyes flew open and immediately focused on the red hair laying beside him, and the bare freckled skin of an exposed shoulder, which led temptingly towards where his palm remained. Spirits! She was going to throw him out of an airlock for this!! Kathryn’s heart raced as her eyes fell to the large bronzed hand still inside her bra, aware of her nipple jutting against it and even more aware of the hand still inside her panties … inside her … There were no ancient legends that Chakotay could spout regarding waking up to find yourself toying with your Captain’s breast, whilst having two digits firmly sheathed in her tightness, your thumb reflexively flicking at her enlarged clitoris. It all came back to him, the away mission, and the plasma storm. The damaged controls of the shuttlecraft, the need to find shelter, the drop in temperature during the night. Kathryn’s order to share body heat, stripping down to underwear, struggling not to respond to her physical presence as the lay together shivering between the two Starfleet blankets. Seconds passed like hours, both too stunned to respond, other than in the natural way their bodies were responding. Chakotay’s mind was spinning; she felt wonderful, soft and warm, the outer lips of her sex were sealed around his fingers as he caressed her intimately. He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to continue, to love her completely, to make her his. He knew she was aroused, his fingers told him that. She was ready for him, wet and hot … and so tempting. It took all his strength of will to ease his fingers out of her. And even more strength to resist her inner spasms and the desire to thrust them into her again, and again, and again, until she cried his name. Kathryn shuddered as his fingers drew away from her, gliding over her aching bundle of nerves, his hand trapped tightly inside her panties. Someone groaned and she had no idea whether it was Chakotay or herself, but the emptiness punched at her stomach. It had been so long since a man had touched her. Her last lover being her fiancé Mark and that had been six years ago … six long frustrated years of solitary pleasure. A warm retreating hand moved over her tummy, slowly, trailing her moist juices along her twitching abdomen. The combination of which turned her insides to jelly and left her panting. It was Chakotay’s turn now to groan as her delicious and intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, causing his hard penis to swell, further nudging against the woman whose breast he continued to cup. He wanted to taste the fingers that had stroked her so deeply, lick from them her sweet nectar … and then share it with her. ‘Oh Gods, no! Stop this, concentrate!’ he told himself and began the task of pulling his hand away from her soft full breast. His skin dragged against her taut nipple, making it stiffen and press back into his palm insistently. His fingers ached to pinch it, to roll it between them, to tweak it, readying it for his watering mouth. Somewhere at the back of his mind he wondered just how much of her he could fit into his mouth, how responsive would she be if his teeth tugged at the erect bud, if he chewed it, feasted up on it … Another groan. These thoughts weren’t helping. Starfleet designed their under-garments with practicality and support in mind. But right now, that supportive material was trapping Chakotay’s hand torturously to her and she had to bite down on her lip to prevent herself crying out. The effort to extricate himself was causing a fresh pool of dampness to spread in her panties. With every easing movement, he dragged her sensitive yearning breast with him, until they both sprung free from the restrictive item. Her free breast fell into his palm, fitting perfectly, the weight upheld by a very willing Chakotay. “Oh Gods Kathryn, I’m sorry,” he croaked, jerking away from her and standing up. Kathryn remained on the floor, panting, a reddened breast exposed, chilling now without the warmth of his hand. She watched him move to the opposite side of the cave, standing with his back to her. “I … I got carried away … I thought it was a dream …” he stammered. Kathryn sat up and replaced her breast back into the confines of her bra, “Chakotay …” “No, don’t say it … it was my fault,” he interrupted. Silence descended upon them, punctured by the sounds of their rasping breaths. He didn’t hear her silently approach him and started when she touched his shoulder, her hand lingering. “Finish it, Chakotay …” He turned to view her incredulously. She stood before him, hair tousled, skin flushed, her bare feet making her appear so tiny and fragile as she looked up at him. “Finish what you started,” she said, her voice husky, the desire in it matching that that was in her eyes. “Kathryn? You? …” He trailed off as his eyes bore into her, needing to know if this was some kind of perverse test of his control. “Make love to me,” it was almost a plea. Fear of rejection gripped Kathryn as the seconds ticked by. She hadn’t been this nervous in a sexual situation since losing her virginity. And God, she was hoping this would prove a more satisfying encounter. If he ever responded. She moved to cover herself, suddenly embarrassed by her not-so-enticing underwear and the blatant pass she’d just made at her best friend. How could she possibly imagine that he was still interested in her, after all this time? He was an attractive man, more so now than when she first met him, the years had indeed been kind to him. ‘Unlike me,’ she thought, aware of the roundness to her once flat stomach, the slight shift towards gravity of her upper body, the worry lines from too many command decisions. ‘Who am I trying to kid?’ she berated herself as tears stung her eyes, mixed with humiliation. She turned, heading for her discarded uniform, “I’m sorry Chakotay, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’ll …” The rest of the sentence was lost as Chakotay spun her around and clamped his mouth down firmly upon hers. It was no chaste, hesitant kiss. It was all consuming, passionate, demanding. His tongue sought hers; tangling with it, duelling, as his hands grasped her well-toned rear, rubbing her against his tented boxers. Kathryn’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into her body, pressing herself against him, her nipples piercing his chest, her stomach moulding to his thick erection. Their breathing became hotter, and her fingers tugged at his hair, whilst his kneaded her buttocks, occasionally letting an errant finger stray down between her thighs. Hungry mouths consumed and tongues thrashed wildly, heads twisting, repeatedly, capturing one another over and over. “Spirits, this is wrong …” he growled, between kisses. “I know … I know … But it feels … so right …” she kissed back. “I want you …” he rasped, lips moving down her neck. “You’ve got me!” she moaned. Chakotay bit at her skin, dragging the delicate flesh with his teeth, marking her neck. A hand pushed up between them and roughly grasped her breast, squeezing it through the satin cup. “Oh!” she gasped, pushing further into his hand. Natural painted nails dug into his muscled shoulders, accompanied by moans and whimpers. A firm thigh wedged between hers and made contact with the dampness pooling there; causing her to judder and grind down, rocking frantically. Lips met again, tongues thrusting, invading and building up the intense ache that centred in their lower bodies. Chakotay’s hand swept to her back, fumbling along the lines of her bra. “Damn it, how does this open?” he growled. “At the front,” she breathed, tugging his head closer for another core-rocking kiss. His hands met at the fastening, yet continued to struggle. Hers travelled down to his boxers, pausing to scrape his nipples en-route, and slipped effortlessly inside the waistband, moving to palm his hard member. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him and began stroking him, her touch confident and sure, pumping at his thick shaft. At last the stubborn catch on her bra opened and Chakotay tore himself away from her lips and her touch, taking a step backwards. His hands hovered, not removing the bra yet, wanting to see her breasts as he released them. Fearing she’d done something wrong, Kathryn spoke, her voice containing an edge of panic. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing … nothings wrong,” he reassured her, eyes meeting hers before dropping hungrily to her chest as he slowly freed her from the constrictive garment she wore. “I just wanted to look at you …” his voice broke with emotion. “Gods, you’re so beautiful Kathryn, I never imagined you would be so perfect …” he murmured, his eyes misting over as they raked over her body. Kathryn was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. She’d never been shy before, but her body had changed considerably since Mark’s appreciative looks. Her arms moved, fidgeting, fighting against the urge to cover herself. “No …” he said, his hands holding hers. “Don’t try to hide from me, I’ve spent too many nights trying to picture you like this … I think I’ve earned the right to stare.” “You have?” it seemed absurd that he would lie awake fantasising over her like that. “Yes!” he whispered, bending to take a dusky peak into his mouth, while his fingers resumed kneading the other supple mound. “Oh God!” she croaked, her fingers gripping onto his hair as he feasted upon her, alternating sides, making sure each of her breasts got equal attention. The aching between her legs increased ten-fold, making her pant with longing. Teeth closed over a pebbled peak, nipping harshly, making her shriek in pleasure. She’d never orgasmed before from just having her breasts fondled, but it sure felt like she was going to now. “Please … oh! Chakotay, please … I want you … now!” she begged. His mouth released her stiffened point and reclaimed her lips, kissing her with such ferocity she thought she would never be able to breathe. They almost fell to the floor, landing on the blankets they had spent the night in, his body covering hers. Chakotay’s hands pushed at Kathryn’s panties and she raised her hips to allow him to toss them aside, her own eager hands tearing at his, throwing them to join hers. Once more, tongues duelled and hands wandered, exploring, the pace maddeningly quick and hasty, both trying to map as much flesh as possible. Again her small fingers sheathed his erection, feeling it pulse in her palm, longing for it to fill her, and knowing it would - to the hilt. “Chakotay!” she cried, her mind overloading with sensations, as his teeth sought out an engorged tip, and his fingers probed at her sex. “Show me,” he rasped. “Show me what you like.” Embarrassment was swiftly over come; she was too far-gone to worry what he would think of her actions. “Like this,” she moaned, guiding his fingers to the spot that she had come to know so well in the last six years. He learnt quickly, using the rhythm she had demonstrated to drive her upwards, slipping a finger inside, then another, massaging her, testing her readiness for him. Her fingers slid faster over his manhood, pulling his foreskin back and forth, applying slight pressure to the hard ridge on every stroke, driving him insane. Already the tip was weeping, lubricating her hand as it moved over him. “Kathryn, I won’t be able to hold back any longer if you keep that up,” he growled. Kathryn’s back arched, impaling herself further onto his fingers. “I can’t wait,” she groaned. Chakotay positioned himself between her open thighs, using his muscular arms to support his weight. He could feel her guiding him towards her slick opening and fought the urge to thrust hard and deeply inside her, easing himself in instead. She was tight, very tight. He could feel the inner resistance to his hot searing head as he tried to enter her. Their eyes met. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice shaking from the effort of holding himself in check. “Yes … it’s just been a long time,” she answered, trying to even her breathing and relax. He leant down and kissed her again, long and deep, letting his tongue illustrate what his lower body was anxious to do, teasing her until she gripped his buttocks and pulled him further into her. Kathryn shrieked, her body stinging painfully, protesting against the considerable size of the intruder as he pushed past her final barrier, burying himself completely. “I’m sorry Kathryn,” he murmured, stilling his movements and giving her time to adjust. “I’m okay,” she croaked, taking deep breaths. His lips nuzzled her neck and after a moment, Kathryn began to enjoy the feeling of Chakotay pulsing within her, filling her. With a sob of delight, she started to rock her hips under him, encouragingly. “Oh!” she cried, as Chakotay pulled out slowly, then thrust gently back in, until he was fully sheathed in her moist heat. He repeated this several times, each thrust as agonisingly slow as the last, until she could take no more. “Stop teasing me!” she cried, crossing her legs behind his rear and drawing him deeper. “Yes Ma’am!” he grunted, increasing his rhythm and pounding into her tiny body, egged on by her whimpers and moans. Her nails raked his back, marking him with red welts. Their bodies were slick with perspiration, gliding together, joined as one, conscious of nothing except the exquisite feelings charging through them, brought on by the years of frustration and denial. “Chakotay …” she panted. “Your boosters … are they up to date?” Chakotay kept his rhythm, bringing them nearer to release. “You’ve picked a hell of a time for a birth-control discussion Kathryn!” he rasped. She gasped for breath under him, hips bucking to meet his. “I haven’t had mine …” “Neither have I!” he panted. “You want me to stop?” The offer hung in the air and he hoped she wouldn’t answer ‘Yes’, afraid that stopping would be beyond his abilities. “No … God no!” she choked. “But … please, be careful,” the imploring look in her eyes told him what she couldn’t say. “Trust me.” “Alwaaayys!” She screamed, feeling her climax rising from the pit of her belly. Resting his weight on one hand, he pushed the other between them, finding her swollen clit and circling it, pressing down, sending her completely over the edge. “Ohhhh!! Chakotay!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, her voice echoing around the walls of the cave, coming back, repeating, on and on as she continued to cry out. Chakotay was struggling. Her inner walls clenching around his thrusting member was more than he could stand. “I … Spirits … I can’t … hold back much longer …” Struggling for breath, Kathryn gently cupped his face. “Don’t try to,” she whispered, but the anxiety still shone in her eyes. With a grunt, Chakotay pulled out of her and repositioned himself higher. Kathryn could see how close he was, his throbbing head dark, filled with blood and seeping pre-cum juices. She wriggled lower, attempting to line his thickened shaft up with her mouth. “No,” he managed. “But …” she began, confused and feeling guilty for his obvious discomfort. “Like this …” he said, his words choking with effort as he slid his erection over her chest. Kathryn squeezed her breasts together, as he moved between them, and wished she could offer him a more voluptuous package. Looking up she watched him approaching his own climax, teeth gritted, brow glistening, whispering her name repeatedly. It didn’t take more than a couple of strokes before he came, crying for her and shooting his hot seed out in powerful spurts, causing salty rivers to run down her sides. Quickly he turned to the side, not wanting to crush her as he collapsed, totally spent and exhausted, and pulled her into his embrace. They were both sticky; his fluids trickling along her breasts and onto him as she lay in his arms, her own coating her thighs. “Thank you,” he said softly, planting a kiss on the top of her head. She fell quiet. “Kathryn? Look, if you’re thinking about what just happened and worrying about our friendship when we get back …” “No, it’s not that,” she interrupted. “Then what?” his gaze bore into her. She laughed a nervous laugh. “I was wishing that I had a chest like Seven’s. I mean … I couldn’t offer you much just then.” “You have given me more than I could’ve believed possible,” he told her, pausing to gently wipe the slick liquid covering her, using his discarded boxers. “And these …” his touch was soft, teasing almost, making her inhale sharply. “… Are just perfect, so beautiful, I could play with them forever. Everything about you is beautiful Kathryn, don’t ever wish to be different, not for me.” Tears trickled down her cheeks and her finger rose to trace the lines of his tattoo. “When we get back …” As if on cue, there was a beeping sound emanating from under their clothing, and a fuzzy “Tuvok to Captain Janeway.” Chakotay cursed. “That Vulcan has the lousiest timing.” “Could’ve been worse,” she joked, crawling towards her uniform and comm. Badge, giving Chakotay an excellent view of her rear in the process. The badge beeped as she grabbed it and activated it. “Janeway here.” Tuvok’s voice was distorted by static, but Chakotay was barely listening, his eyes raking over Kathryn’s back as she knelt on her heels. He had to stifle a chuckle, glad that the crew couldn’t see them at the moment, stark naked and reeking of sexual fulfilment. “Thank you Mr Tuvok, the Commander and I are quite alright, although you might like to inform Lieutenant Torres that she will be repairing another shuttle today,” she said humorously. “Standby to beam us back to Voyager,” she instructed. “Janeway out.” She turned, still crouched. “What are you smirking at?” her mouth was turned up in one of her half-smiles. “Nothing,” he grinned back, glad to see she was still comfortable with him in this kind of situation. “Just laying here, enjoying the scenery.” “Well, I’ve got a very appealing view myself,” she countered, eying him as he leaned up on one elbow, legs parted, one knee slightly raised. His grin broadened, flashing his dimples fully. “Do you realise,” she started, crawling towards him, “just how difficult I’ve found it these last six years to ignore the effects of those dimples?” she asked. “I did, that’s why I had the Doctor surgically enhance them!” She laughed and he wondered whether she had ever looked more stunning. Suddenly he pulled her to him, the teasing banter gone; the need for truthful revelations left. “What happens when we get back to Voyager? You never did say.” He said quietly. Kathryn looked up at him, and the look of desperation that filled his dark orbs made her want to weep. Suddenly she knew, in that one moment, just how much her constant withdrawing had wounded this gentle man. “That’s up to you,” she replied. “The way I see it, we’ve got two choices,” her finger trailed along his strong jaw. “We can go back to the ship, get showered,” she smiled shyly, indicating at their current condition. “Go visit the Doctor, get our boosters updated … and then you can join me later in my quarters for …’dinner’” her eyebrow arched provocatively. “And maybe after dinner I can show you that I have much nicer, much sexier underwear …” she grinned, her nail scraping at his nipple. “Or … if you don’t like that option …” “No … no … I like that option just fine,” he rasped, bending to kiss her, meshing their lips softly together, tongues lazily entwining. Kathryn looked at him as the kiss ended. “I don’t want to pretend this hasn’t happened and I don’t want it to be just a one-time quick release.” His eyes closed briefly and he let out the breath he’d been holding. “I was afraid that you would try to do just that.” A quirky smile reassured him. “Oh … noooo! I’ve got plans for you, ‘Commander’” she purred. “And they definitely include the two of us in my bed! … And your bed …” light kisses over his chest punctuated her words, “my couch … the bulkhead …” her lips moved over his, “my Ready Room …” “I just hope I can keep the pace,” he murmured, their lips brushing. “From what I’ve already seen, you won’t disappoint …” His hands glided over her body. “There’s so much more I want to do with you … to you …” his lips claimed hers hungrily. “Lets get back to the ship and you can show me …” she panted breathlessly after breaking their kiss. “With pleasure,” he said in a rich, sexy voice, making Kathryn shudder in anticipation. Twenty minutes later, Voyager’s Captain and First Officer re-materialised in the transporter room, where Tuvok and Lt Tom Paris waited. Kathryn and Chakotay both smirked at Tuvok’s look of dignified disgust. The Vulcan’s nose wrinkled, his strong sense of smell identifying the sexual aura surrounding them. Fortunately he remained quiet. Unlike Tom Paris. “So, must’ve been pretty cold on the planet last night …” he fished. “Hope you guys remembered your survival drills …” Kathryn stepped up close to Paris, invading his space. “Oh, trust me, Lieutenant, the Commander and I followed every procedure thoroughly.” Taking a step away, she paused and added, “In fact, it seemed the Commander knew some techniques I wasn’t even aware of,” she said huskily, exiting the room, and leaving a very gob-smacked Paris. Outside, Chakotay chuckled. “You’ve just done wonders for my reputation!” “You know what they say Chakotay,” she said waiting for the turbolift doors to open. “Fact is always better than fiction!” Chakotay barely waited for the doors to close before pulling her into his arms and kissing her. The End |
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