(Delta - con’d)

The flutter of fingers stopped momentarily, as he deftly shifted positions, quickly moving towards the lower part of her body, and straddling her legs. As she felt him move, she wanted to reach out and grab him... she already missed the warmth and aroma of his body hovering over her face and head.

But he did not give her any time to reflect. His hands were once again placed in the small of her back, but this time they moved lower. In syncopation, his hands began a rhythmical circling down to her buttocks, until his fingers lightly grasped some of the firm tissue and lovingly worked it. Slowly he began, not wanting to hurt her... starting at the center of each area, and moving out to the sides. He now gently picked up the sides of each hip and rolled them in his hands for a few seconds, before allowing her body to regain its completely prone position. A repeat of the broad circles across her rounded buttocks led into massaging of the entire area, back up to the small of her back... and then down to the tops of her thighs. He bunched up his fingers as before, leading them down onto the defenseless surface of her back thigh.

"Chakotay," she suddenly said, as his motions brought a release of tension of her external muscles... and a tightening of her internal ones.

He sensed the changes that were occurring to her, but remained resolute in his mission. He switched to long strokes of her legs, starting on the top and finally caressing the soft insides of her legs. All the way down...all the way up, careful not to touch anything but her legs. Her breathing was slow, but frequently it was caught in short, irregular gasps as he continued.

His fingers gently grasped the muscular tissue of her legs, starting at the tops, and worked in a molding motion all the way down to her ankles. He took each foot between his hands. With his miraculous fingers, he found every ragged nerve fiber in them and teased away any residual tenseness. He took each toe, not wanting to deny these ignored parts of her body their time of contentment, carefully pulling and stroking each one. Small whispers of delight came from the woman beneath him.

When he was satisfied that her legs had been ministered to appropriately, he applied long, upward strokes, bringing him once more to her back. He stopped momentarily at the small of her back. Leaning down, he planted several kisses in the deep, dimpled crevice. His tongue quickly anointed the area with its wet warmth, followed by the relaxing kneading strokes of his healing hands.

Her arms became subject to his tranquilizing touch... long penetrating strokes down their lengths several times, followed by deep, firm massage. He moved to her left side and took her left hand between both his hands. He turned the palm up, and allowed his fingers to trace their dancing designs of small circles across the surface. Beginning with the smallest finger on the hand, he patiently massaged each finger, from base to tip, several times. He repeated the motions with her other hand.

While still holding her right hand, he moved himself into a position above her head. He took her left hand. Pulling her arms above her head, he twined his fingers with hers and in a chorus of movement, massaged all of her fingers at once, stretching and pulling them into compliant submission. His fingers continued this grasping movement down and around her hands, until his fingers completely encircled her wrists. He lowered her arms to the floor surface. He knelt down, and, taking each hand in turn, with cat-like strokes of his tongue he languidly licked the exposed palm surface of each hand.

The cool air of the room felt cooler still as his moisture evaporated from the warm, dry surfaces of her hands. The assault on her senses was not over, however; for now, starting with the thumb on her left hand, he grasped each digit in his mouth , as far down as its joint with her hand, and closed his lips around their find. He slowly withdrew each appendage, anointing its length with his sweet wetness.

Her sighs obliterated her senses to his next moves. He released her right hand, and gently rolled her body over, so that she was now on her back, as he himself assumed a new position of straddling her lower body with his legs.. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and, barely touching her skin, skimmed down the long length of her body in long, sure strokes, stopping only when he reached her groin. Another time.. and yet a third... and his hands finally came to rest at the tops of her legs. Like butterfly wings brushing against sunflowers on a summer’s day, his fingertips delicately beat against the soft, sensitive inside areas of her legs, only to whisk up and outwards at the crevices between her legs and pelvis. Her arms instinctively rose to guide his hands to another place of delight, but she caught herself short, willing herself to submit to his tender, torturous touch.

Just when she thought that it was impossible for him to arouse any other feelings from her, he leaned down and flicked his ever-moistened tongue across the receptive skin of her abdomen. The satin sheen of moisture was starting to evaporate when he hastened the job by blowing warm whoofs of air from his mouth over her, bringing cascades of shudders from her. His moisture was disappearing from the surface, just as more was beginning to form rivulets inside her.

His hands moved upwards, alternately massaging and stroking until he came to her sides directly under her arms. His hands remained motionless. He silently leaned down and caught a nub of the soft, sensitive flesh of her underarm between his teeth, barely holding onto it. A series of gentle nips made her catch her breath, as paroxysms of sensation soared throughout her body.

Chakotay tenderly slid his hands inwards, allowing his fingers to palpitate her flesh as they moved, until his hands encupped each of her breasts. His thumbs began making lazy circles across her breasts, meeting their matching index fingers at her nipples. The dimpled tissue was firm and erect, anticipating the arrival of his touch. In a single movement, he delicately pinched and stretched each tit upwards, urging her entire body to follow their movements in an elegant arch.

He released his hold, still supporting her as she eased back into her prone position. He now took each nipple in his mouth, tugging and tasting her sweetness; re-igniting the implosions within her.

As quickly as he had started, he stopped. Leaning down, he encompassed her mouth with his. She raised her arms, this time allowing herself to wrap them around his broad torso. Her hands eagerly explored his body, as each of their mouths greedily gulped that of the other.

Finally, he drew back. He gazed into her gleaming eyes, and, smiling broadly, he asked, "Are you relaxed now, Kathryn?"

Looking up at him, she hastily licked her lips in feral anticipation, and she huskily responded, "In all but one way; what can you do about that?"

(Jasrin)

Chakotay's smile turned into an evil grin as he pulled her lower body tightly against his. "Well let me see. I can touch you here..." As he took his hard length and rubbed it lightly against her sensitive bud. " On second thought, let's try here..." As he moved to her wet opening and entered her slowly. "But...maybe you would rather me take care of this.." As he pulled put of her quickly she moaned in protest. His hand went back to her hard nipples and pinched. Kathryn groaned loudly as she grabbed his head and tried to get him to stay in one place.

"Please..." Her voice deep with desire she whispered his name. Chakotay held her against him and looked down in to her face. She opended her eyes and met his gaze. Chakotay saw the deep passion in her eyes as their eyes met. He made love to her with his eyes and felt her body tremble under him as his gaze held her to him. He wanted her...he wanted all of her. More than her body. He wanted her mind, her soul, her essence. Everything that made her Kathryn Janeway was in that gaze. Neither of them had words for that moment. He moved slightly and let his throbbing penis slip gently into her opening again. He turned his head slightly and his eyes narrowed as he drove into her and she threw back her head and screamed his name.

Chakotay moved deep within Kathryn and felt her body responding to his every thrust. He knew her passion was at a fever pitch and he wanted her orgasm to be one like never before. He felt her arms tighten around his neck as he kept driving deep within her. Her moans and cries of passion filled the room around them. She could no longer form words, only the sounds that come when all thought and reason have been eclipsed by feelings so overwhelming they allow nothing else in.

Chakotay whispered her name over and over as the sounds around him heightened his passion as well. He undid her arms from his neck and moved up onto his arms. He wanted to be above her so he could watch her face. He wanted to see her when her orgasm overtook her. To see her face and look into her eyes as she screamed his name. He felt his desire build inside him but he would not allow his to over take him until her wave had crested. He knew by her breathing and her glistening skin that she was close. He wanted to prolong it and yet he wanted it to release her. He felt her muscles tighten around his throbbing member and knew she would not be long.

He spoke her name again,"Kathryn...look at me...I want you to look into my eyes. Look at me Kathryn." Her moans had become cries as he drove her to the edge. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, she didn't need to speak, he saw everything there he needed. He whispered her name as he felt her begin to tremble under him. He held her hands in his and felt the first wave begin. Feeling her tense against his grip he held her and waited for her to slip over the edge completely. She screamed his name as she threw her head back and her hips thrust up against his. Her body shuddered against his as he slowed but continued to move inside her. Her cries echoing through the bedroom as her orgasm continued to shake her. He bend down and licked the sweat from her neck as her orgasm began to subside. He then allowed his release to begin. He drove deep inside her once more and said her name as his orgasm was finally released. She felt him cum deep inside her and his warmth spread through her and mixed with her own wetness. He slowed and finally stopped inside her and laid against her until he became soft inside her. Chakotay rolled onto his back and held her to him. She purred contently against his chest and he couldn't resist asking her... "Well now Kathryn...NOW are you relaxed?"

(Cam)

She lifted her head to meet his gaze, unable to hold back a soft laughter. "So that is what this is all about? To make me relaxed?" He smiled back at her.

"Of course. Would I have any other reason?"

She gently made patterens on his chest with a finger, feeling a warmth in her heart she had not felt for ages. This man was unlike any other she knew. He asked nothing, only gave. "You think only of my worries, don`t you?"

"Yes." It was something in his answer that convinced her it was utterly serious. She had known it in her heart for quite some time now, but hearing him say it made it so.. definitive. And no matter what else she said and did from now on, her heart had already made a choise. From this point there was no turning back. He must have noticed the small shiver of her body, for he turned serious. "Does that scare you?"

She shifted on top of him, resting her head against his chest. She could feel his heartbeats, still a little fast after their lovemaking. "A little."

"You know I love.."

She stopped him by gently placing a finger on his lips, not allowing him to say the words. Words could ruin it so easily. "Shhhhhhh... Not now, Chakotay. Tell me tomorrow. Tomorrow we can talk. Right now I just want you to hold me. I want to lie in your arms forever. I don`t want to think right now, I just want to feel." He said nothing, just kissed her fingertip, something that sent hot shivers through her body. Pulling her head down, he kissed her gently, while playing with her hair. The night was still young...

(Guinan)

Kathryn savored the kiss slowly. No urgency, just sweet unhurried desire. Touching, tasting, they engaged in slow lovemaking leaving each other with no doubts to the depth of the love they would share, not only tonight but always. Something that words could never convey.

Later when Kathryn awoke, she found herself laying halfway across Chakotay's chest, her legs entertwined with his. His soft snore told her that he was still fast asleep. Well most of him. She watched facinated as his once flaccid member, began to awake seemingly with a mind of its own. Its burgeoning hardness had started out nudging her thigh, now it was moving to half mast postion. Kathyrn had to smile at that thought. Soon it was hard and erect, waving as if to say "Hi!". Looking over at his face, she couldn't believe that he was still sound asleep.

Unable to resist, Kathryn disengaged herself from Chakotay. Taking care not to disturb his slumber. Looking down at his peaceful expression, his unconcious mind unaware of his lower extremity's wanton beckoning. Postioning herself over his prone body, Kathryn slowly impaled herself on his straining erection. Her inner walls, still slick and tender from a night of unrestrained passion, constricted briefly causing a delightful sensation. Chakotay still sleeping, moaned and adjusted his hips slightly.

Kathryn began to move in a slow rhythm that was creating a sweet friction that soon threatened to consume her. So intent on the sensation that she almost missed his awaking. Chakotay's eyes flew open. Fear passing through them briefly, then turning to desire as he got his bearings.

Matching her thrurst for thrust, soon her velvet walls contstricted against his long shaft in a vise like grip, sending them both over the edge. Slumping over him, trying to catch her breath Kathryn rasied her face to inches from his.

"Good Morning."

"Good morning to you too." He replied quietly, hugging her firecely.

Breaking away, she looked at him with a mischievous grin, "So I take it you like my morning wake up call?"

Gazing into her blue eyes, Chakotay smiled. "Definately."

Kissing him quickly as she rose off the bed, heading for the bathroom she replied. "Good, you're in charge of tomorrow's wake up call."

Sitting up on the edge of the bed he called after her. "This could become a habit."

As the sound of running water eminated from the bathroom, Kathryn peeked from the door and quiped, " Well, I should hope so!"

(Rachel)

Kathryn was disappointed. She had thoroughly expected Chakotay to follow her into the shower. After all, she deserved that for the wonderful wake-up, didn't she?

Chakotay, however, had other plans. While Kathryn showered, Chakotay softly made his way to his quarters, showered there, dressed, left a note for Kathryn at the foot of her bed (*Ah, the wonder of site-to-site transport!*), and headed to the mess hall.

Kathryn followed her usual routine. Thinking that Chakotay was sleeping again, she headed back toward their room, but found the note instead. She frowned. Kathryn was confused as to why Chakotay would tell her to meet him in the mess hall for breakfast. She finished dressing, and left, only to be very surprised at what she felt....

Chakotay was there as soon as the mess hall doors opened to reveal his queen. Without warning, Kathryn a swelterring kiss was planted firmly on her mouth. Suddenly, the lights flashed on, and Neelix and Seven of Nine jumped out of a giant birthday cake to begin a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday" for everyone's favorite leader.

Just when Kathryn thought that that would be the highlight of her morning, she was surprised by another revelation, "Kathryn," he whispered.

"Yes, Dear?"

"Remember this?" Chakotay pulled out a small package and revealed a watch. It was old... from the early days of seafaring navigation. She felt like she shouldn't have remembered the object, but she did, and it made her cry as though the rain would never stop falling again....

(Seren)

...Chakotay stood and watched her as she cried...He came towards her and touched her gently on the arm, ingnoring the spark that flew between them as he did so. This was not the time for that.

"Kathryn? Are you OK?"

She looked up at him. unshed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Where did you get this watch Chakotay?" she whispered, oblivious to the crew around them, living only for her lover’s eyes and the watch that lay in her hands.

"It's a gift Kathryn...For your birthday."

She smiled, he really was the sweetest man alive..and he was hers. She gave a glance in the direction of Neelix and Seven...Just coming to the end of their rather unusual rendition of 'Happy Birthday' and she smiled. Seeing Seven of Nine jumping out of a giant birthday cake was worth it in itself. She also remembered the wake up call that she'd given Chakotay that morning and that made her shiver inside. The crew were around her, giving out gifts, and she knew that this was her family. Voyager was her home and Chakotay was the man that she wanted in her life. To share her home, her hopes and her dreams. There was only one thing that would make this birthday the most perfect day of her life so far.

"Chakotay?" she asked in question. He turned to her, his eyes shining with love and she knew what she had to do.....

(AJ)

"Chakotay, will you......" she trailed off, suddenly losing her nerve.

He reached up a hand to gently cup her cheek, thumb brushing away the tears slowly spilling out of her overfilled eyes. "What is it, my love?" he asked softly. Kathryn swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing he loved her, that things were good again. And her resolve returned to her as she raised her hand, first intending to cup his cheek, but moving higher to trace his tattoo.

"Chakotay, will you--"

"Captain, you haven't finished opening your presents yet," came Neelix's overexuberant voice directly behind her. "We can't have cake and ice cream until you've opened all your presents. That's the tradition."

She was jarred out her reverie then and forced herself to look at the Talaxian. "You're right, Neelix, but there's another tradition I would like to begin, right here, right now. Would you mind?"

Neelix fretted, wondering what he'd overlooked in his pursuit for the perfect Terran birthday party. "Alright, Captain," he replied, then raised his voice. "Everyone, gather around. The captain wishes to begin yet another new tradition."

Kathryn's eyes returned to Chakotay's, smiling at the mirth dancing in his dark eyes. *He really has no clue,* she thought to herself triumphantly, but never exactly decided which *he* she was talking about. She felt everyone gather closer as she stepped just a bit closer to her lover, heard the silence take over.

"The time for games and subterfuge is done. It's never been my strong suit, and I don't think it will do anyone any good anymore," she said, clearly confusing everyone as she swept her eyes across the group. She smiled again as she looked up at Chakotay again.

"Chakotay, will you be my husband?"

(Kadith)

The gasps could be heard from around the room, and Chakotay, the poor devil, stood there staring at her. His mouth was gaping open, and his eyes were fixed on her, wide and unblinking. Kathryn chuckled softly, "Oh my god, you're actually speechless, I think this is a first." She continued to wait as he struggled with the words.

"Well come on old man, don't just stand there," Tom piped in from the front of the assembled group.

Chakotay shook his head as if to clear it, "Kathryn what do you expect me to say," he pulled her closer to him. "Of course I will." He kissed her fiercly as the crowd lit up in cheers.

"Well," Paris threw in again, "It's about damned time."

Tuvok raised an eyebrow, "Indeed."

"Um, Captain? Commander?" This time it was Seven's turn to speak, she turned to Harry, "Don't they need to breathe?" This was met with a chorus of, "Shut up Seven." But the couple in question just pulled apart laughing.

(Cat)

Looking back, Kathryn really didn't know why she did it. It was as if some evil influence, perhaps Q, had taken over her brain. Maybe, for just one moment, she wanted to see what would happen. Holding up her hands to get everyone's attention, she pulled her most serious Captain's face. As all eyes drew to her and all voices quieted, she pulled away from Chakotay and started pacing. After a long moment, she turned to face him. "I'm sorry," shaking her head "I can't, I've changed my mind." His total look of devastation made her flinch. However, the riotous response of the crew told her that the joke was definately going to backfire. "Gotcha! She hollered as she sprinted to the door. She didn't make it. Chakotay tackled her before she even got two feet.

"I'll teach you to play games!" The voice was husky, and the look in his eyes reflected a mixture of anger and amusement. His hands trailed down her body, his fingers curving into her ribs. Giving her an almost evil grin, he began to tickle her. Giggling madly, Kathryn tried to scream uncle, but Chakotay was merciless. With the egging of the crew, he continued to tickle her until tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Chakotay! Please!" Finally he stopped. He rolled to his feet and reached down to give her a hand up. Once he had her standing, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. The crew cheered again, especially when Chakotay tossed her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and headed out the door and to his quarters. Each squeal, arguement, or attempt to get free resulted in a gentle slap to her backside.

As Kathryn braced herself against his back and prepared herself to ride out this adventure, she grinned. Slowly, she nuzzled her face into his back, and bit him lightly, her hands drifting down to caress his butt as he walked. He stumbled slightly. Laughing, she bit him again. Her voice husky, and filled with amusement, whispered through his head. "There is more than one way to walk away from a battle the victor." She proceeded to prove it to him.

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