| Disclaimer: Paramount blah, blah. Story mine! Rating: NC17 Codes: J/C, J/m, C/7 Summary: Set ten months after Endgame. Seven hovered by the dining table, scrutinizing the place settings. In her mind, she heard the Doctor’s voice explaining dinner party etiquette. She adjusted the position of the red wine and checked the chronometer on the wall, 1930hrs. They were late. In their en-suite bathroom, Chakotay switched off the hot water shower and grabbed for a towel. He hurriedly dried himself as he walked into the bedroom and began dressing. Seven entered the room and watched as Chakotay struggled into his shirt, the cream linen sticking to his damp skin. “You are still wet,” she stated. Chakotay ran a comb through his hair. “No time, running late,” he explained, slipping into a pair of comfortable shoes. “As are the Admiral and her date,” came the terse reply. “Yes, I called Kathryn and told her 8 o’clock … have you seen my cologne?” Seven retrieved a bottle from the dressing table drawer and handed it to him. “You failed to inform me that you had rearranged things with the Admiral.” Chakotay dabbed the cologne on his face and neck. “Kathryn, Seven. She asked you to call her Kathryn.” “I am not comfortable with that term.” He put his arms around her waist and gave her a brief kiss. “Please try, at least tonight.” “To make the setting more informal?” Chakotay chuckled. “Seven, this isn’t one of the Doctor’s lessons! We’re having friends over for dinner, that’s all. Relax, we’ll have a great time.” Seven raised her eyebrow. “Then I suggest you prepare the food, Chakotay. You were the one who insisted on cooking.” He followed her into the kitchen area, smiling. “I know what Kathryn likes,” he explained, grabbing the ingredients from the cooler. Seven watched silently as Chakotay peeled and diced various vegetables. After a few moments she broke the silence. “Do you know Admiral Ashton?” “Not really. I’ve seen him at the Academy, waiting for Kathryn.” “Is he attractive?” “Thinking of stealing him away?” he teased. “He’s … not what I thought … not really her type.” “Explain.” “Older, I guess … grey hair … bit out of shape …” Chakotay shrugged. “Perhaps the Admiral finds that aesthetically pleasing.” “Maybe,” he answered, scooping the finely chopped onion into the pan. * Kathryn leant back in her chair and patted her stomach. “Oh my goodness, Chakotay, I haven’t eaten that well in ages,” she grinned. “Thank you, it was delicious.” Chakotay grinned back. “I’m glad you liked it, Kathryn.” “I adore vegetable biriyani and that was superb, almost as good as my grandmother’s!” “Almost, Kathryn?” he mock growled. Kathryn laughed. “I can’t have you getting too big-headed on me, Chakotay!” Seven picked up the decanter. “More wine, Admiral … I mean, Kenneth?” Admiral Ashton focused on the former Borg. “It's, Ken, and yes, please. It’s an exceptional vintage.” “Châteaux Picard 2143,” she replied, pouring the dark red liquid into his glass. “Ah, Jean-Luc’s finest!” Kenneth smiled. “I've noticed you haven’t drank any, do you not like wine?” Kathryn interrupted, leaning over and placing her hand on her date’s shoulder. “Seven’s Borg implants have a very low tolerance to alcohol, sweetie.” Chakotay swallowed the rest of his glass and refreshed it. “My visual acuity becomes impaired. It is a nauseating experience, one I am not keen on repeating,” Seven explained. “In my younger days, I could drink virtually every night without getting a hangover! These days … well, I generally know when to stop,” Kenneth said, lightly. ‘Make conversation by asking questions, take an interest in people.’ The Doctor’s voice echoed again. “Have you always been in Starfleet, Ken?” “Yes, all my life …followed my father …” Admiral Ashton continued talking while Chakotay caught Kathryn’s eye. “Care to give me a hand?” he mouthed, gesturing at their dirty plates. Kathryn nodded and helped to carry them out, leaving Kenneth to continue telling Seven about his illustrious career. * Inside the kitchen, Chakotay was loading the dishes into the sonic unit. “I think this is the last of them,” Kathryn said, putting some more on the side. “Thanks. Want to put the coffee on?” “Sure,” she answered. Chakotay turned to watch her. “So, how’s it going with Kenneth?” A slight blush covered her cheeks and she coyly dipped her head. “Fine.” “Just ‘fine’?” “Yes …” “Is it serious?” “Where do you keep your sugar? Kenneth has a sweet tooth - like you.” Chakotay handed over the sugar. “So?” “So what?” “Is it serious?” Kathryn shrugged. “As serious as a two month old relationship can be.” Chakotay carefully weighed up his next question. “I take it … you and he have …” She spun around, eyes glaring. “I know we're best friends, Chakotay, but there's a line and you’ve just crossed it!” “I’m sorry, I just want you to be happy.” Kathryn put the coffee and cups onto a tray. “I am. Lets take these in.” * “Isn’t that true, Kathryn?” Kenneth asked, as she and Chakotay reappeared. “What’s that, sweetie?” “Our first date … I was telling Seven how Owen fixed us up … and we agreed to meet for dinner … then spent all evening chatting, hardly touching our food!” Kathryn took the coffee Chakotay had poured. “The food was fabulous, such a shame to waste it. You two should go, Luigi’s … delightful place.” “I do not like Italian food,” Seven announced. “You still owe me lunch, Chakotay,” Kathryn teased. “They don’t serve warp-core chilli, but the vegetable lasagne is highly recommended!” Chakotay’s eyes twinkled. “Dinner not enough, Kathryn?” “No, I intend to call in the rain-check!” Seven rose. “We should retire to the lounge.” Kenneth tore his gaze away from Kathryn’s crooked grin and stood up. “Perhaps we should be leaving … I’ve an early meeting …” Kathryn looked up. “Surely we can stay a little longer?” “Ken, how about a brandy in that coffee?” Chakotay offered. “Tuvok sent me this, would be a shame to waste it!” “Well, maybe a little, to keep out the cold,” Kenneth answered, holding out his cup. “Yes, the evenings are becoming … cooler,” Seven observed, leading them into the lounge. “I’m looking forward to going to my mother’s – Indiana winters are so beautiful,” Kathryn chimed in, curling up in a large comfortable chair. Kenneth hesitated before sitting on the couch, surprised when Seven joined him, perching stiffly on the edge. “More coffee, Admiral Janeway?” Seven asked. “We’re no longer in a command structure, call me Kathryn.” “It’s okay, I’ve got it covered,” Chakotay said, crossing to refill her cup. “Thank you,” Kathryn said, demurely. Chakotay gazed at his best friend. She looked very relaxed in his home, like she belonged. ‘It could’ve been this way.’ “Are you not going to sit, Chakotay?” Seven’s voice intruded. He tugged on his earlobe. “Actually … I wanted to show Kathryn some figures I’ve been working on …” “You stated that this evening was to be informal.” “Oh, Chakotay, couldn’t they wait till next week?” Chakotay reached for Kathryn’s hand, glancing briefly at Kenneth. “Sorry, I need to borrow your date for a few moments.” “Chakotay, its Saturday night!” Kathryn argued. “Five minutes! I think I may have the answer to the torpedo problem.” Kathryn allowed him to pull her up, “Well, in that case, I’m all yours! Lead on!” she gestured, waving her coffee. Kenneth observed Seven’s reaction as Kathryn and Chakotay left the room. “It bother’s you, doesn’t it?” he asked. Seven eyed him, coolly. “They are friends.” “But you’re not comfortable with that.” “It is … disturbing,” she answered. “Their friendship seems much more intimate than others I have observed.” “Do you feel threatened by that?” “Do you, Admiral?” she shot back. Kenneth gave a rueful grin. “A little, if I’m honest.” Seven sighed. “I do not think they are aware of it.” “No,” he paused. “Kathryn’s very relaxed around him.” “He often seeks her counsel.” “How does that make you feel?” Seven arched her eyebrow. “I spent most of my life as Borg, I am unqualified to give advice based on human experience.” Kenneth took a sip of his drink. “You are very fond of Admiral Janeway, are you not?” His eyes looked over to the door. “I think we both know the word is ‘infatuated’, Seven. I begged Owen to introduce us. Like everyone, I watched Voyager’s landing on the Academy grounds. That moment when Kathryn strode out … confident, proud … I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my life …” He gave an embarrassed cough. “Sorry.” “Does she return your feelings?” “I hope she might...” he fell silent. “One day.” Seven softly finished. He took another slug of his coffee. “And you?” “This is my first relationship, I have no comparisons from which to draw … Chakotay is a very kind and gentle man. He has much patience with me. I am struggling to adapt …” Kathryn and Chakotay returned, walking closely, his hand on her back. She was holding a PADD. “You know, this might just work,” she told him, tapping the PADD on his chest. “I’ll talk to Owen about it first thing Monday morning.” Her attention switched to the occupants of the couch. “Are you two getting along okay? It’s very quiet in here, been talking about me?” she teased, perching herself on the arm and planting a quick kiss on Kenneth's forehead. “No more than usual, my love,” he answered. A loud gust of wind banged against the windows making them all jump. “Spirits! Look at that rain! You can hardly see the street!” Chakotay exclaimed. “Looks like we’re going to get wet,” Kenneth remarked, referring to the walk back to the transport station. “You will catch colds walking in that,” Seven stated. Chakotay drew the curtains. “You can stay here, in the spare room.” “But … we don’t have any other clothes …” Kathryn said, lamely. “Seven can lend you one of her nightgowns,” he answered. “I still have to leave early though,” Kenneth reminded them. Seven’s eyes moved from Chakotay. “I shall be awake.” “All settled then,” Chakotay beamed. “Let me show you to your room.” * Kathryn viewed herself in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a pale blue silky gown, which, on a person with breasts smaller than Seven’s, was very revealing. The satin cups hung empty, exposing her nipples through the lacy trim. She sighed and tried to adjust it, wondering how something so generously fitted across the bust, could be so tight around the middle. It clung hideously to the roundness of her belly. As sexy nightwear went, it was a complete turn-off. ‘Bet he doesn’t think so when she’s wearing it.’ “One up to Borg perfection,” Kathryn whispered bitterly, turning from her reflection and opening the door. Chakotay almost collided with the small figure leaving the bathroom. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her and made the fatal mistake of looking down. Kathryn saw his eyes roaming her scantily clad bosom and crossed her arms, blushing furiously. “Sorry,” his apology was soft, like the hands that continued to caress her bare shoulders. “Chakotay …” “Don’t,” he implored. Their eyes met, revealing years of frustration and longing, missed chances and crushed hopes. Seconds ticked by. Her palm came up to stroke his cheek and he turned his head, kissing it tenderly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know,” he answered, stepping back and giving her one last lingering look. Her eyes shone with un-shed tears. “Goodnight, Chakotay. Sweet dreams.” “You too,” he breathed, letting her walk away. * Kenneth was already in bed, lying on his side. “Very appealing,” he smiled, regarding Kathryn’s attire. She tried to return his smile. “I look a wreck and I know it!” “As if you ever could!” He pulled the covers aside. “Come to bed.” Kathryn crawled in, allowing him to spoon up behind her. “This is nice,” he murmured, wrapping her in his arms. “Mmm.” Kathryn closed her eyes, trying to ignore the lips moving on her neck. “Are you sleepy?” he asked, sliding a hot palm along her hip. “You’ve got to be up early, remember?” His erection pushed against the cleft of her buttocks. “I could be late …” “We can’t. Not here!” “Why not? Are you that loud, Kathryn?” His hand wandered towards her breast and Kathryn pushed it away. “I’m tired.” Kenneth rolled onto his back with a frustrated sigh. Kathryn turned. “Can’t we just cuddle?” she asked, placing her head on his chest. He took a deep breath, fighting his body’s response to her. “Of course. Night.” She snuggled closer and eventually her breathing evened out. She was asleep. “I love you,” he whispered. * Seven watched him from her alcove. He was tossing and turning and she knew he was awake. It would be easy to go to him, to give in to his earlier pleading and share his bed. She had told him she needed to regenerate – a lie. Instead she watched him. * The following week, Chakotay decided to call on Kathryn at home. He told himself it was to follow up on his idea regarding the torpedo launchers. “Kathryn?” he called out, opening the door. A golden bundle of fur bounded past him, running down the street and barking excitedly. “Don’t let him out!” she called, hurrying to the door. “Sorry, he took me by surprise.” “Damn!” Kathryn ran down the path. “Mr Woo! Here boy!” Chakotay laughed. “Mr Woo? Does he own a Chinese restaurant? ” Kathryn glared. “He was already called that when I got him.” “You didn’t mention you were getting another dog.” His voice was quiet. “I got him on Sunday, couldn’t resist his big brown eyes.” “You’ve managed to resist mine …” Kathryn ignored him and ducked inside the house to grab the dog’s leash. “I’ll have to go find him, he doesn’t know the area yet.” Chakotay threw the PADD he carried onto the hallway table. “I’ll come with you, it’s the least I can do after letting him out.” “It wasn’t your fault, he’s a quick little rascal,” she said, closing the door and activating the code. “Which way did he go?” “This way,” he gestured and followed her, jogging to keep up. * They entered the park. “This is where we come for our walks,” she explained. “Mr Woo! Here boy!” Chakotay swallowed his pride and hollered, “Mr Woo!” Kathryn stopped running and laughed. “What?” “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” “I’m not the one who’s going to be calling it for years! Its your dog!” “Thanks,” she gasped, running again. Chakotay was panting. “I didn’t realise Admirals kept this fit!” “Struggling to keep up?” she teased. “Not at all.” “Mr Woo!” “How’s Kenneth?” he rasped. Kathryn stopped again. “He’s okay. I’m seeing him later.” “Dinner?” “Yes, I’m cooking.” “Poor man.” Kathryn swiped at him playfully. “Remind me why we’re still friends, would you? You ridicule my cooking, let my dog escape …” “You couldn’t imagine a single day without me, Kathryn. Remember?” He scanned the park. “Mr Woo!” She stared at him. * “Maybe he’s gone home,” Chakotay eventually offered. “He doesn’t know the way. If you hadn’t let him out …” “It was an accident.” “That could’ve been prevented if you’d just used the damn door chime for once!” She sighed, seeing Chakotay’s hurt expression. “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry.” “Lets try over there.” They made their way over to the lake. “I can’t see him anywhere,” she cried. “We’ll find him, hopefully before that cloud up there darkens anymore.” “Great, I forgot my coat.” “Listen, can you hear that?” In the distance a volley of yaps could be heard and Kathryn looked up at him hopefully. “That’s him!” she exclaimed, running towards the barks. “Mr Woo!” The golden furball bounded over, ears and tail waggling. Kathryn dropped to her knees. “You bad boy,” she scalded and laughed as she got licked with a very pink and very wet tongue. Chakotay watched the scene with amusement. “Chakotay, meet Mr Woo. Mr Woo, give him your paw,” she ordered. The dog dutifully obeyed and Chakotay knelt to shake it. “You’ve got him well trained, Kathryn.” “Just a little trick I’ve taught him so far,” she replied happily, ruffling the dog’s ears as big splattering raindrops began pouring down. Chakotay helped her up and yelled over the noise of the rain. “There’s no shelter here!” Kathryn sloshed the water back from her face. “There’s a coffee shop about twenty minutes in that direction,” she pointed. The movement caused her wet blouse to cling to her body, the white material totally transparent. Chakotay tried, and failed, to ignore the shapely mounds of flesh sheathed in delicate lace. He stared, longingly, at the dark tips pointing rudely towards him. Kathryn was oblivious to his appraising looks. Instead, she was fighting her own battle, trying to tear her gaze away from his firm chest and thighs, every inch perfectly revealed through his sodden clothing. Mr Woo whimpered and nuzzled their legs, breaking the trance. “My house is nearer, you can dry off there,” Chakotay said, taking her arm. * Kathryn walked shyly into the kitchen, wearing a large bath towel and clutching her wet clothing. Chakotay took them from her. “Shouldn’t take long,” he said, placing them in the dryer. “Want some coffee?” “Please." She fidgeted with the towel. “Where’s Mr Woo? I need to dry him off.” “Already done, he’s laying on the rug in front of the fire,” he answered, handing her a steaming mug. Kathryn became aware of him hungrily eyeing her shoulders. “Chakotay … this has to stop …” “Was this how you imagined it would be, Kathryn? When we got home?” “No, not really,” she sighed. He stepped nearer and fingered a strand of her hair, absently twirling the wet tendril. “Me neither.” Kathryn moved, putting some distance between them. “Things don’t always go the way we plan. We’ve made our choices.” “We could change them …” “I think I should go.” “You’re clothes aren’t dry.” “But I can’t stay here … with you talking like this, don’t you see?” Chakotay’s reply died on his lips as the door slid open and Seven entered. She took in the scene before her, her boyfriend standing in the kitchen with their former Captain wearing only a towel. “Explain your actions.” Chakotay crossed to the basin and rinsed his cup, avoiding her penetrative gaze. “I accidentally let Kathryn’s dog out and we got caught in the rain chasing him. I suggested she came here to dry off because it was nearer.” “I see.” Kathryn interrupted. “I think my clothes are ready … I’ll go get dressed. Kenneth is due soon,” she muttered, grabbing her things from the dryer and making a hasty retreat. Chakotay rubbed a hand over his face. “Is there something you wish to tell me, Chakotay?” Seven asked. “No, why?” “You have been distracted lately.” Her gaze shifted to the door, an unspoken message. “I’ve been busy with the project.” “Perhaps I could assist you.” “It’s classified!” It came out harsher than he intended. “Seven, I’m sorry. How about I try making it up to you and take you out to dinner?” “I do not require food at this time,” she replied, coldly. Kathryn edged into the room with Mr Woo in tow. “Well, thank you for the coffee …” “I’ll walk you home, Kathryn,” he told her. “No need for that. I’ll be quite alright …” “I insist, besides, I left my notes at your house,” he persisted, turning to open the door and missing the uneasy look that passed between the two women. * “There was really no need to walk me home,” Kathryn stated, breaking the awkward silence between them. “We hadn’t finished talking.” “We’ve nothing to say …” “Do you really believe that?” Kathryn stopped and faced him, squaring her shoulders. “We’re friends, Chakotay, and in the interest of our friendship, you have to let this go.” “I thought I could …” “We had our chance and we blew it.” She saw the argument rising in his eyes. “Okay, yes, I blew it. I was the one who defined the parameters and if I had to go back, I would still do it the same way. We had no other choice.” “Out there, maybe, but what about here? We’re home now, Kathryn!” “And you’re with Seven and I’m with Kenneth.” “Speak of the devil,” Chakotay grouched, as Admiral Ashton climbed out of his hover-car and approached. “Hello, darling,” he smiled, kissing Kathryn’s cheek. Mr Woo bounced excitedly, tugging on his leash, until Kenneth bent to stroke him. He looked up at the other man. “How are you, Chakotay?” “Good, thanks, Ken. And you?” Kenneth straightened and slipped an arm around Kathryn's shoulders. “Looking forward to spending an evening with my lovely lady.” “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Chakotay said, tersely. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Kathryn.” She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “It won’t do any good, what you’re proposing is unrealistic.” “We’ll see,” he answered then walked away. Kenneth tipped her chin up. “Trouble?” “Just a crazy idea he’s had.” * The research lab was quiet, most of the team were out for lunch. Chakotay found Kathryn working at the computer station in the corner. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated. Kathryn didn’t look up. “I’ve been busy.” “I’ve been trying to talk with you for days!” “Like I said, I’ve been busy.” “Stop this, Kathryn, we need to talk.” Kathryn straightened and glared at him. “No! You stop this! What do you think you’re going to achieve?” “The truth!” “Let it go!” “Just tell me you don’t feel the same!” His eyes searched hers and she felt her resolve weaken. “I can’t,” she whispered. He pulled her in to his arms and hungrily latched his mouth onto hers. The kiss was desperate and passionate, with tongues duelling wildly, fighting and tasting. Feverishly, his hands roamed her body, grasping her buttocks and rubbing her firmly against his solid erection. She gave a low, throaty moan and arched into him, clutching tightly at his uniform. Chakotay couldn’t let her go, she was intoxicating and delicious and his tongue continuously delved into her warm mouth for more. He gave her buttock another squeeze then abandoned it in favour of her breast. She was firm in his palm and he kneaded it urgently, pinching at the nipple through the layers of clothing. She gave another moan and grasped his swollen cock, massaging it frantically. His blood was on fire, he had to take her, here, now. He manoeuvred them to the wall and thrust a thigh between hers, pressing against her moist sex, feeling the heat permeate his pants. The room echoed with the sounds of harsh panting and lusty groans. Anyone passing would easily be able to guess what was taking place. Seven didn’t have to guess. She saw it with her own eyes, in full colour. The sordid image of her man dry humping another woman. None of the Doctor’s lessons had prepared her for this, or for the pain that stabbed at her. Her cortical implant had to be malfunctioning. It was shutting down, hazy, distorted. Her fingers touched it. She needed medical help. Staggering and confused, Seven left the room. Kathryn pulled away. “I heard someone …” “We’re alone,” he drawled, kissing along her neck and fumbling with the fastener on her pants. “No, stop … please.” He ground his cock into her belly. “I want you, Kathryn.” “We can’t do this,” she gasped, pushing him away. Chakotay stumbled into the desk. “Lets go somewhere else.” “No … this isn’t right … it’s unfair to Seven …” His hand moved to hide the bulge in his pants. “I’ll go home now and finish with her!” “You’ll break her heart!” “You’re breaking mine!” Kathryn gazed at him tearfully. “I never meant to.” “So, we pretend this never happened?” he asked, incredulously. She pushed herself away from the wall and straightened her uniform. “I need some time away from you …I’ll get Owen to rearrange the rota.” “Kathryn, don’t do this,” he pleaded. Her lip trembled. “I have no other choice,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” He watched helplessly as Kathryn walked away. * Kathryn sat staring at the fire, absently scratching Mr Woo’s head. He nuzzled her lap and gazed up at her. “I’m not much company tonight, am I?” she said and ruffled his ear. Suddenly, the dog jumped up, barking. “What is it? What do you hear?” He ran into the hall moments before the chime sounded. Kathryn sighed, hoping it wasn’t Chakotay. Seven. “Good evening, Admiral, I wish to talk with you,” she announced, striding into the living area. Kathryn silenced the dog, shutting him into the kitchen with a treat, and mentally prepared herself to face Seven. “What can I do for you?” Kathryn began. “You can stay away from my man.” Kathryn blushed. “I don’t think …” “I saw you today, rubbing yourself against Chakotay, letting him touch you. It was disgusting and crude,” she sneered. Kathryn’s jaw dropped. “But you didn’t …” “Interrupt you? No, it would have been undignified.” “Nothing happened … we didn’t …” Seven regarded the smaller woman, noting the shapeless tunic and pants she wore, the lack of make up and reddened nose. “I realise nothing happened, Chakotay told me everything and I have decided to forgive him.” “It was a mistake …” “That is what Chakotay said. I realise some of this may be my fault, I have been neglecting his physical needs and therefore it was natural that he turned to someone else. He has assured me that this is the case. That you were just convenient.” Tears stung the back of Kathryn’s eyes. “He doesn’t want you, Admiral. I am the one he wants. I am young and pretty, my body is leaner and firmer than yours. You cannot steal him away. He is mine.” Kathryn felt sick. “Get out.” “I will leave now. I believe I have conveyed his feelings accurately.” Seven turned on her heel and left. “Oh, God!” Kathryn gasped, falling to her knees and rocking backwards and forwards. “You fool!” Some time later, she splashed water on her tear-stained face and made a decision. Sitting at her monitor she opened a channel. Kenneth Ashton answered. “Kathryn!” “Are you still interested in taking me away?” “Of course, but you said …” “How about tomorrow?” “Darling, are you okay?” She tilted her chin. “I'm fine. Do we have a date?” “Of course! I’ll call Owen and clear it with him first thing then pick you up around 0900.” “Sounds good. I’ll get mom to take care of the dog.” “I’ll arrange everything, we’ll have a weekend to remember. I just want to make you happy.” She gave a weak smile. “I know.” * “Where is she?” Chakotay growled. Admiral Paris stared sternly back from the monitor. “On vacation.” “She didn’t have any vacation plans!” “Ken Ashton arranged it this morning. They left shortly after.” “Do you know where they’ve gone?” “I wouldn’t tell you if I did, Chakotay. I don’t know what’s happened and I don’t want to know, but I’m no fool. First, Kathryn comes to me yesterday asking for a change in the rota and now you’re demanding to know her whereabouts. I’m warning you, back off, before you hurt her.” “You don’t understand! I have to talk to her …” Seven listened from the doorway. * The Eiffel Tower was brightly lit and visible through the lacy curtain of the five star hotel. Kathryn stared blankly at its pretty lights as Kenneth pumped into her body. His rhythm became jerky and Kathryn realised he was getting close. “Nearly, oh, yeah, so close ..." He gripped her hips and groaned as his ejaculate spilled inside her. A moment later, he rolled over onto his back, panting heavily and slick with sweat. Kathryn turned away and curled herself into a ball, pulling the sheet over her. Her impassivity riled him. “That’s not quite how I expected our first time to be!” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He grabbed his boxers and yanked them on. “I thought you women faked it!” “I’m sorry!” Kenneth grabbed a drink from the mini-bar. “Is it me?” She shook her head. “Did I do something wrong? God knows I tried to get you into it!” Kathryn fought to block the vision of his grey head moving between her thighs. “Are you always like this during sex?” “No … I wasn’t in the mood …” “You damn well started it!” He was right. She’d rubbed and fondled him under the table during dinner, and in the lift back to their room she’d nibbled his ear, promising all sorts of delights. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, hugging her knees. He started dressing. “Kenneth? Where are you going?” “Home.” Kathryn sat up, holding the sheet to her naked breasts. “But we’re booked in for another three days.” “There’s no point in staying.” “Because I didn’t enjoy the sex? I told you, I’m tired … it’ll be different in the morning …” “Because you don’t love me, Kathryn,” he pointed out. “I’m not the one you want.” “Please, Kenneth, don’t leave me …” “We’re over, Kathryn. Goodbye.” The door closed behind him, leaving her alone and crying. * “Get out my way, Seven!” Chakotay yelled. “No, you cannot leave. This is our home.” Chakotay’s grip on the holdall tightened. “I have to go. This isn’t fair to either of us. We’re living a lie!” He walked around her. “So you are going to her?” Seven spat, whirling to face him. “I’m going to B’Elanna’s.” “Janeway no longer wants you.” Chakotay’s eyes darkened with anger. “And why do you think that?” “Because I told her she was a mistake, a convenient diversion. She is not your type.” “You saw us?” “Yes. I saw you pawing her pathetic body, grinding into her, like a crazed animal. It was repulsive.” Chakotay stepped closer and lowered his voice. “She wasn’t complaining.” Seven arched her eyebrow, critically, and a hard chuckle rose in his throat. “You just don’t get it do you? After all these months! Sex is noisy and dirty and messy! It’s ugly and crude and feels fucking amazing! It’s like flying in a slipstream and feeling your body is going to die from the pleasure! It’s loving somebody so much you just want to lose yourself in them and never break free!” He took a breath. “Its not about worrying whether your hair is messy or your lip-gloss smudged! Pretty lace and practised poses just aren’t enough!” Seven stared at him sullenly. “I am more desirable than her. I should be enough.” “But I need her,” he shrugged. * Kathryn struggled with her door code, whilst holding her luggage and trying to control Mr Woo. “I see my mother didn’t teach you any manners,” she growled, as the golden furball licked her foot. Finally, the door clicked and she staggered inside. Less than a minute later, amid a volley of barks, the chime sounded. “Stay there,” she warned, shutting the dog in the kitchen before going to see who it was. “Chakotay!” He tugged his earlobe nervously. “Owen told me you were back.” The happiness faded. “What do you want?” she asked, wearily. “Seven lied. She told me what she said as I was leaving.” “You … left her?” “I told her I couldn’t continue living a lie.” “Oh, I see. What happens now?” “You could invite me in, rather than have this discussion on the porch!” Kathryn gave a crooked grin and gestured for him to enter. Once inside, Chakotay reached for her hand. “I love you. You’re my life. I don’t want anybody else …” She launched herself into his arms and held him tight. “Oh, God! I love you too! So very much,” she breathed, kissing him. He clung to her and kissed her back, relishing the feel of her in his arms. “I’ve been so miserable … missing you.” Her whispered confession caressed his throat, causing goose bumps to prickle his skin. He shuddered. “Are you cold?” she asked him, huskily, running a finger along his lips. He caught her finger and suckled it gently, making her shiver. “No, are you?” She shook her head, slowly, and Chakotay couldn’t resist dipping his to gentle nuzzle her lips, tasting her lipstick with little flicks of his tongue. “Oh, don’t tease,” she moaned, driving her tongue into his mouth and tasting him thoroughly. He groaned, feeling his body responding to her, the heavy tightness of his groin pulsing with blood. “Which door is your bedroom?” “Second one,” she murmured, clamping her mouth once more against his and giving a little squeak as he swooped her up into his arms. Inside the bedroom, Chakotay slowly lowered her feet to the floor and stepped back. “Undress for me,” he softly urged. Panic flashed across Kathryn’s face. “Wouldn’t you rather do it?” He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “I want to see you … all of you.” “But …” Chakotay kissed her hands and placed them on the top button of her blouse. “She lied to you, Kathryn. Whatever she said wasn’t true. I love you, desire you … look,” he pointed to the bulge in his pants, “you’ve had this effect on me for years!” Kathryn gave a soft laugh then sobered. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” “You won’t. Please?” The pleading look won her over and she started popping the buttons. Her actions were simple, not an elaborate striptease meant to tantalise him. The blouse fell to the floor, followed by her pants, and she watched him, watching her, with dark eyes full of longing. Kathryn reached behind her and un-hooked her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms until it joined the pile at her feet. “Spirits!” Chakotay rasped. Her mouth turned up at the corner and she raised her eyebrow provocatively then bent to wriggle out of her panties. Chakotay’s jaw dropped at the sight of her standing totally naked before him. “Cat got your tongue?” she teased, resting her hands lightly on her hips and mirroring her command pose. “You’re incredible …” “I’m glad you think so.” “Come here.” Kathryn let him pull her closer and shuddered at the feel of his hands caressing her bare flesh. “Incredible,” he repeated, planting soft kisses along the valley between her breasts and gently stroking the curve of her buttocks. Kathryn gripped his shoulders and watched his dark head moving across her body. She breathlessly waited for him to capture a nipple, wanting to feel his soft full lips sucking her. Chakotay had other ideas, lowering to his knees and covering her belly with seductive kisses. “Chakotay?” “Mmm?” His reply vibrated against the swollen lips of her pussy and she cried out. “Do you want me to stop, Kathryn?” he asked, nuzzling through the springy curls. Kathryn gasped again. “No …” He chuckled and parted her thighs enough for his tongue to lap along the length of her slit. “Oh, God …” Chakotay’s tongue wetly explored her folds, darting and flicking over her sensitive flesh and driving her crazy. “Please, Chakotay,” she begged, pushing her hips forward. He continued to lap at her, swirling his tongue in her juices and gently probing her with his fingers. A fat digit penetrated her and she groaned loudly. “Oh yes …” Kathryn’s eyes caught their reflection in the mirror. Was that really her, so naked and abandoned? Her fingers tangled in Chakotay's dark hair, holding him to her as she ground her pussy into his mouth and fucked his fingers. Her face twisted in pained pleasure and her breasts bobbed as she thrust harder. The image blackened and she convulsed violently, groaning and whimpering a garbled version of his name. Chakotay caught her as she fell forward. “Hey, still with me?” “Just about,” she panted. “My God!” “That good, huh?” Kathryn clicked her tongue against her dry mouth. “Oh, yeah!” He hesitantly pressed his sticky mouth to hers, unsure if she would be willing to taste her own juices. His cock hardened further when she held his face and licked her scent from his lips. “You’re over-dressed,” she whispered. “Take your clothes off.” Stealing another quick kiss, Chakotay rose to his feet and quickly removed his clothing. Kathryn shifted onto her knees and studied him. “Very impressive,” she murmured, taking his solid cock in her palm and pumping slowly. “Spirits, I won’t last!” he ground out. “Look in the mirror,” Kathryn instructed. Their eyes met in the reflection. “Watch me, Chakotay, on my knees,” her free hand moved to cup his balls, kneading them tenderly. “Haven’t you fantasised about this? About me sucking your huge cock?” Her tongue lapped around the fat tip. “Haven’t you?” “Yes … every night … thought about you like this …sucking me …” Her reflection winked at him before suddenly swallowing his shaft and sucking noisily. Chakotay growled and twisted his fingers into her red hair. “Kathryn … Spirits … feels good …fucking your mouth …” Her eyes peered up at him, full of love, as she opened her throat and took him deeper. “Fuck, yes!” He grunted, fighting the urge to ram his cock all the way down. She was moaning and writhing in pleasure, getting turned on from giving him head and testing his control. He watched her ass wiggling in the mirror and stroked her jaw. “Go on, take it …” “Mmm …” Her small hands clenched his buttocks, driving him repeatedly into her mouth, creating suction. His cock was on fire. “Kathryn, stop! Stop!” She released him, looking a little hurt and confused. “I thought you were enjoying that …” He pulled her to her feet. “I was, too much! And I’ll never stop you again, but right now I want to be inside you.” Kathryn grinned and pushed him onto the bed then quickly moved to straddle him. “Sucking you made me so wet,” she murmured, running a finger along her drenched pussy and holding it up for him to lick. “Delicious,” he groaned. She captured his lips, meshing their tongues together and sharing the taste of their combined fluids. Plundering her mouth, he slipped a hand down between them to play in her wetness. She whimpered and reached for his cock, her fingers joining with Chakotay’s as they smeared her juices along the thickened shaft. Kathryn broke the kiss and knelt up. “Put him in me, Chakotay,” she purred. He positioned the fat tip at her opening, pushing between her folds. She slowly lowered herself, eyes closing with pleasure, as she swallowed every glorious inch. Chakotay watched his cock penetrating her warm, rippling pussy and groaned. She was so tight and hot, stretching to accommodate him, her small pussy greedily taking his huge cock. Her inner walls gripped him slickly and he groaned again. “Spirits, you feel good …” “Mmm-hmm,” she panted, feeling his length pressing against her womb. He raised his hips and pushed deeper. “Oh, God, I’ve never been so full!” “Ride me, Kathryn.” Planting her hands on his chest, Kathryn began moving up and down, grinding her clit against him and meshing their pubic hairs together. Her breasts jiggled enticingly and he reached out to cup them, tweaking the nipples into hard points. “Oh, yesss!” she enthused, quickening her pace and impaling herself repeatedly. “Yesss … fuck me, Kathryn …” Chakotay hissed, through gritted teeth. “Yesss … I can feel you … so big, inside me …” Chakotay’s buttocks bounced on the mattress as he surged upwards, frantically banging their bodies together. “Yes, help me, Chakotay! Harder …” Kathryn leant backwards, grasping his thighs for balance, and felt him hit her G-spot. She gave a husky shout and rocked harder, causing her breasts to shake from side to side. “Yes … I’m so close …” He was grinding his teeth so hard they hurt. “Come on, Kathryn!” he roared, grabbing her hips and spearing her onto his plunging cock. She stiffened and arched upwards. “Ooh … ohh … ohh … ohh … Yesss!” He came at the same time, crying her name and flooding her cervix with hot, streaming, creamy jets. Kathryn collapsed on his chest, panting. “That was …” “Incredible?” he gasped. “An understatement, but it’ll do! I’ve never come so hard in my life!” Chakotay folded his arms around her and kissed her lips tenderly. “Me neither.” Kathryn felt a trickle of their combined fluids slip out and tightened her muscles, preventing another gush. Her actions massaged his softening cock and he groaned. “Sorry. Too sensitive?” she asked. His palm moved to her buttocks, holding her securely to him. “You might be if you do it again!” he warned. “Really?” She clenched again and felt him twitch. “I’ve never had a man grow hard inside me.” “Just give me a moment to recover, Kathryn, then I’ll flip you over and take you so hard it’ll be coming out of your throat!” “Mmm, you won’t hear me complaining,” she murmured, nibbling along his jaw. “You know that I’ve just realised?” he asked. Kathryn peered up with dewy eyes. “No, what?” She stole his breath, with her flushed cheeks and swollen red lips. He tangled a hand in her messy hair. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed. Kathryn flashed him a wide smile. “So are you.” They grinned goofily at each other for a while, until Kathryn finally asked: “So, what did you 'just realise'?” Chakotay chuckled and tugged his earlobe. “I’ve now adopted a dog called Mr Woo!” Kathryn laughed. “It’s not funny, can’t we change his name?” The End Return to Blue Alert Entries Check out my index for more stories Think Mr Woo was a stupid name? Well, email me and lemme know! |
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