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| Staking a Claim |
Disclaimer: No, not mine, but I like my version better! Rating: NC-17 Summary: Set after Endgame Codes: J/C C/7 A giant colourful banner draped across one wall of the magnificent ballroom, ‘Welcome Home Voyagers!’ It had been four months since the USS Voyager sensationally returned from the Delta Quadrant. During that time, the Captain and her crew had undergone numerous debriefings and questions. To celebrate the successful conclusion of these, and the crew’s promotions, Starfleet Command had thrown a lavish party in their honour. Standing to the side of the French doors, Kathryn Janeway sipped from her glass of chilled champagne and glanced around the room at her crew. They looked happy, laughing and joking. Somehow the merriment eluded her. The homecoming she had desperately longed for had been a hollow victory. On the opposite side of the room, Naomi giddily danced around her reunited parents. Kathryn smiled at the little girl’s excitement. Her smile froze as Chakotay and Seven moved to join the family. They made a beautiful couple and Kathryn couldn’t tear her gaze away, despite the sickening pain in her chest. She watched with a heavy heart as they chatted easily to the Wildmans, noticing the way Chakotay stroked the flawless expanse of skin revealed by Seven’s backless red gown. His tender action cut Kathryn deeply and tears pricked at her eyes. Not wishing to embarrass herself, she hastily moved outside to the balcony before they could fall. Her sudden presence startled two smooching Ensigns and they guiltily jumped apart, mumbling an in-coherent greeting as they fled back inside. Alone, Janeway leant against the iron railing and looked out towards the shoreline. The gentle rolling waves were bathed in the silvery moonlight. The water looked invitingly tranquil and for one crazy moment Kathryn contemplated climbing down and submerging herself in it. Reality intruded and she let out a mirthless laugh, she could barely walk in the clinging dress she was wearing, never mind climb! ‘Why on earth did I allow Phoebe to talk me into buying this ‘creation’?’ The answer was simple - Chakotay. “Fool,” she muttered softly. Did she really believe a low cut midnight blue gown with thigh-high slit would divert his attention away from Seven? Seven! For heaven’s sake! Suddenly, she felt old and stupid. How could she ever compete with her glamorous, young protégée? Kathryn gave a weary sigh and continued to watch the waves. * “I’m sorry, would you all excuse me?” Chakotay asked with a dimpled grin. “There’s someone I need to catch up with.” Seven answered him with a tight smile. “Of course … Chakotay.” His name still fell uneasily from her lips. “I believe I promised to share a glass of champagne with the Doctor.” Sam Wildman’s husband looked astonished. “He actually drinks?” Chakotay dipped his head and chuckled. “Not yet.” “It is a custom we developed on Voyager. I ingest the liquid and describe the taste to the Doctor,” Seven tersely explained. “I see,” and it was clearly obvious that the K’tarian didn’t. Chakotay gave Seven a light kiss on the cheek. “Give the Doctor my regards,” he told her then walked purposefully towards the balcony. * The wind picked up a little and Kathryn shivered. “Cold?” a voice behind her asked. She jumped. “No, don’t turn around, Kathryn,” he instructed, moving closer and stepping into her space. Kathryn felt his breath blowing warmly across her neck and shivered again. This time it had nothing to do with the sea breeze. “Chakotay?” “Ssh,” he answered, pressing his body into hers and bending to inhale the delicate fragrance of her perfume. “What …” “You always smell so good …” “Chakotay, this is hardly appropriate …” Kathryn started, fighting the surge of arousal forming in her belly. “Appropriate, Kathryn? Is it appropriate for an Admiral to wear such an incredibly tempting outfit? You look stunning,” he whispered, stroking the curve of her hips over the silky material. Kathryn gasped. Chakotay nuzzled her hair and continued. “I know you wore this dress for me, Kathryn and I want you to know how much I appreciate it.” Proof of his words throbbed between them. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all evening,” he groaned, allowing his hot palms to wander. “Chakotay, don’t … please …” “My touch makes you tremble,” he breathed. Kathryn squirmed. “Stop this … you’re drunk …” “It isn’t alcohol that intoxicates me, Kathryn, its you.” His left hand slipped inside the plunging ‘v’ of her dress. “No bra, Kathryn?” Chakotay asked, cupping a bare breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. Kathryn felt both nipples harden in response and bit her lip. “Your breast likes my touch, doesn’t it? I wish I could see it, see its creaminess spilling out over my brown hand, watch your nipples growing dark …” Drawing his fingers together, he gave her nipple a sharp tweak. “Chakotay …” Kathryn’s voice was low and husky. He rolled the puckered peak between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to touch you? How many years I’ve fantasised about doing this – and more?” Cool air blew on her thighs and Kathryn realised, too late, that his free hand had found the split in her dress. “No … Chakotay … we can’t do this …” His lips kissed along the curve of her collarbone. “Your body is betraying you.” The denial died in the back of her throat as his mouth discovered the erogenous zone behind her ear. Involuntarily, she tilted her neck. “Oh, God …” Chakotay’s fingers splayed across her stomach and ventured under the lacy waistband of her panties. He growled as they brushed over her neatly trimmed curls and delved deeper, playing in the rich moisture they found. “You’re very wet down here, Kathryn. I bet you taste delicious, all hot and salty. Would you like my mouth on your pussy? Would you like to feel my tongue licking you out? Fucking you?” He mimicked the action on her ear and Kathryn whimpered loudly, rocking against the digits that teased her. “Would you?” he repeated, circling her rigid clitoris with his thumb. “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” “I’m want to make you come, Kathryn …” “Yesss …” She was writhing frantically, rubbing her buttocks against the solid length of his erection and panting hard. “Please … harder …” Despite the awkward angle, Chakotay managed to thrust two fingers into her hot sheath. She gave another moan. He swapped breasts and rubbed the neglected nipple into a stiff point. “Remember where we are, Kathryn. You can’t cry out … all those Admirals … wouldn’t want them to know I’m out here, fingering their golden girl on the balcony …” “I … oh God … please … I …” Kathryn’s knees were buckling as he continued to drive her upwards. “Come for me, Kathryn. I want you to flood my hand with your pussy juices.” “Ohhhhhh!” a rasping cry tore from Kathryn as she bucked violently, arms flapping. “Ohhh God! Oh yes … oh yesss … Chakotay …” Her inner muscles spasmed around his fingers, desperately trying to milk them and Chakotay groaned, fighting the desire to ejaculate in his boxers. “That’s it … go on sweetheart,” he urged. Kathryn’s body shuddered and she slumped forwards, resting her forehead on the cool metal railings. “Oh, God …” Chakotay eased his fingers from her panties. They were damp and sticky from her climax. He brought them to his lips and slowly licked them clean. “Delicious,” he growled. Kathryn continued to lean on the railing and pant. “Kathryn? Are you okay?” A funny noise rose in her throat, similar to a giggle. “Okay? I’m a total mess!” “That good, huh?” “Yes!” He moved to hold her and his arm lightly brushed her still-erect nipples. The contact made her whimper. “I want you so badly, Kathryn.” Chakotay nipped her neck. “I want to rip your clothes off and bury my cock in your pussy …” Chakotay’s shaft pulsed, hard and needy, against her buttocks and his hands started lifting the skirt of her gown. “No … this isn’t right …” her hands slapped his away. “Not like this.” He sighed in frustration and stood back. “Okay, Kathryn, okay.” “Chakotay …” She straightened her clothing and wished she had the courage to turn and face him. “I’m going inside, Kathryn. If you want me, you know where I am.” “You belong to her,” she whispered. “I belong to you. All you have to do is claim me.” * Kathryn wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Chakotay returned to the party. The moon was a little higher and brighter and its eerie glow shone onto her skin, highlighting the red flush of sexual fulfilment. The telltale blotches, along with the uncomfortable dampness in her panties, were the proof that she hadn’t imagined their encounter. It had felt so good to be touched by him. No one had ever brought her to orgasm so quickly. Yet, despite that, her body continued to buzz for him. But could she really go in there and stake her claim? In front of their entire crew? The Admiralty? Seven? * Chakotay sipped from his fruit punch and cast furtive glances towards the French doors. Every time he raised the glass to his lips, Kathryn’s rich scent invaded his nostrils, keeping him in a permanent state of longing. He took a deep breath, ‘Calm down, old man,’ he silently told himself. ‘She doesn’t want you. You were just a source of relief! I bet she’d have allowed anyone to touch her out there. That’s why she wore that damn dress. It wasn’t for you!’ He contemplated exchanging his punch for a neat scotch. * “Good evening, Admiral, enjoying yourself?” Tom Paris enquired. Kathryn felt herself blushing; convinced her appearance was screaming ‘sex’ to her former pilot. “Yes … very much, thank you, Tom. I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me, there’s something I’ve got to do …” Tom watched her walk away. “Wonder what’s up with the Captain?” he asked his wife. * Kathryn approached with trepidation. “Chakotay?” He turned and gave her a wary smile, unable to conceal the flicker of hope in his dark eyes. “Kathryn.” She stepped nearer and offered a crooked grin. “I’m here to stake my claim,” she whispered. Kathryn took another step and slowly reached up. Her hands cupped his nape, drawing his head lower until they were sharing the same air. She paused and searched his eyes. “You’re sure its me you want?” “I love you, Kathryn.” She broke into a full smile and unsuccessfully tried to blink back the tears. “Then stake your claim,” came the sultry reply. In all his fantasies, their first kiss had always been soft and tender, a gentle exploration peppered with shyness. The reality was noisy and greedy with hot, wet tongues frantically plundering and duelling. He tasted of fruit punch mixed with the saltiness of her own juices, still lingering after he’d licked it from his fingers. He was intoxicating and Kathryn couldn’t get enough, moaning into his kiss and rubbing her belly against his thick erection. Chakotay wanted to climb inside her and never leave. She was working miracles in his mouth with her tongue and he longed to know what it would feel like lapping around his cock. He grabbed her buttocks and held her to him. “Think we ought to stop them before they start making love on the floor?” Paris wondered idly. “Making love, Tom?” B’Elanna spluttered. “I think its going to be mindless, frantic fucking! The making love bit will happen later … much later,” she laughed. Chakotay tried to pull away. “Kathryn …” “Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered. He groaned as she tongue fucked his mouth and shifted to rub her aching sex against his thigh. The stuffy Admirals stood with mouths hanging open, whilst the Voyager crew hooted and whistled loudly. Chakotay reluctantly ended the kiss. “I think that’s our cue to leave.” Kathryn’s lips were swollen and her blue eyes smouldered. “I think we should, before I fuck you senseless.” He was both shocked and aroused. “Such talk! Do you eat with that mouth?” he asked. “You’d be surprised what I can do with my mouth,” she purred, with a seductive lick of her lips. Growling, Chakotay swept her up into his arms and headed for the front entrance. “Woman, hold that thought!” Raucous cheering and stamping accompanied their dramatic exit. In the frenzied excitement, no one noticed the tearful blonde leaving by the rear door. The End Return to Blue Alert Entries Feedback? Think this was nasty to Seven? Lemme know! 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