Summary: Another PWP/Erotica piece.
This told from Kathryn's perspective. No plot to speak of.
Author's Note: Thank you Shayenne,
for the visual of Chakotay forgetting to tie his sweat pants ;-)
Copyright March 2001 Cassatt
"Computer, locate Commander Chakotay," she called out softly in her bedroom.
"Commander Chakotay is in his quarters."
"Specify which room."
"The bedroom."
She put her ear once more to their adjoining wall. Finally she heard soft snoring. She smiled with satisfaction, picking up her robe from the foot of the bed and taking one last look in the mirror before putting it on. She smoothed out the short, silk negligee. Turning to the side she appraised her body. Not bad for someone over 40, she thought, not bad at all. She slid into her slippers, put the bulky robe on, took another swallow of wine, confirmed the corridor was empty and left her quarters for his.
After taking the 20 steps to his doorway and putting in her override code she slipped inside and held her breath. She strained to hear anything coming from the bedroom. Tiptoeing closer but keeping out of visual range of the bed, she heard nothing except the same soft snoring. It was a familiar noise, one she couldn't hear often enough. Her heart, which was already fluttering in her chest, flip-flopped at the sound of the bed moving. Please, don't wake up, not yet. She waited again. Nothing else changed. She exhaled.
Standing in the doorway to his bedroom she saw the object of her desire for the first time, her prey, as it were. He was on his stomach, facing her quarters, the covers down to his waist, the bronze of his back appearing almost orange in the night light glowing around the viewports. It was hard to tell what he was wearing, but whatever it was, she planned to divest him of it soon. She dropped her robe, feeling the thrill of it between her legs, knowing all she wore was one layer of blue silk, the cooler air of his quarters making its way under the silk, up her body. Oh, Chakotay, what you do to me... and what I plan to do to you...
She approached the bed, as quietly and as slowly as she could, fighting the urge to dive on him, with her hands and mouth moving feverishly over his skin. Now that she was standing over him, she wasn't sure her original plan would work. How could she get down there without waking him? Starfleet training hadn't exactly prepared her for this particular mission. Gradually, gradually should do it, then perhaps he wouldn't notice the change. She followed her instincts and with excruciating slowness lowered herself onto the mattress until she was sitting next to him. He hadn't moved. Her heartbeat increased its pace.
With the same caution she managed to get her legs up on the bed, sort of astounded that he hadn't woken up. Rather, he continued to snore lightly and breath regularly. It was all she could do to keep herself from rolling on top of him. She had other plans, however. No startled surprises, but slow, sensuous waking up was what she wanted for him. Less chance of an argument, less opportunity for resistance. She chuckled to herself. Chakotay hated the Borg. He was about to be assimilated, by her, into her.
She lowered her upper half until she was resting on one elbow. Her stomach leapt into her throat as Chakotay's breathing suddenly changed. His snoring stopped and he turned his head, so that he was now facing her. His eyes remained closed. She breathed again and studied him closely. She felt the silk rub her breasts as she rolled onto her side, the heat between her legs increasing a notch or two. The hem of the negligee was at her hips and the cool air caressed her where she hoped his touch would, soon. But now, it was show time.
She reached out and put her hand an inch off his skin, moving up and down his back, feeling the heat radiating, inhaling deeply both to take in his scent and to still her nerves. He smelled delicious, of soap, and musk. She wanted to kiss his skin everywhere, to taste him, to love him. Needing to see what was under the sheets, she took the covers in hand and pulled, slowly. As she uncovered him, the heat below her belly turned to a dull throb. His drawstring, non-regulation sleepwear bottoms were low on his hips, the dimples of his lower back not only visible but a good three inches above the fabric. He must have forgotten to tie them, she thought. Her fingers itched to pull them down as well. Not yet.
She couldn't put it off any longer. Her heart began to beat erratically even as she tried to talk herself into calmness. She was a captain for pete's sake. She had faced many terrifying things. This was Chakotay. The man she loved. The man who had never even kissed her. She placed her hand on his back, lightly, between the shoulder blades. The dull throb was no longer dull as the feel of his very warm smooth skin electrified her own. Her hand traveled down his back as she watched his face for any sign he was waking up. Nothing changed. She reached the dimples and traced their outline, then slid her hand further down, under the sleepwear, the throb between her legs intensifying, pulsating. She felt everything, softly stroking him and, unable to stop herself, leaned over and kissed these other dimples of his as her hand roamed. Her kisses continued, her touch reaching the top of his legs, then moved to the center and toward the mattress. He clenched his cheeks together and her heart stopped.
She reluctantly pulled her lips away and looked at his face. She couldn't see any difference, his breathing appeared steady and deep. Turning as gently as possible, she returned to kissing his back, trying to keep an eye on his face. Her hand began to move again, still between his legs just able to reach the back of his scrotum. She felt her juices flow at the same time she felt him barely move his pelvis and part his legs, ever so slightly. Enough for her to reach her target. She scraped the backs of her fingernails against the sensitive flesh of the scrotum, feeling them react to the stimulation with a twitch. She moaned as her own sensitive flesh pulsed and ached, wanting his attention with a need so great she thought she'd die of it.
She heard a low moan that was not her own. Her head shot up and her heart jumped into her throat. He's awake, she thought. Oh my God how did he manage to get his lips on mine so quickly, was the next and the last semi-coherent thought she had as he rolled and took her in his arms, falling on her mouth with fervor, pushing his tongue persuasively past her teeth where it dueled with hers. In all of her wondering about his kiss, it was never like this. Never. It couldn't have been. She couldn't have imagined anything like this since she'd never experienced anything close. She fell and fell and fell further still. Their tongues danced sensuously together in tandem with their bodies. His hands had discovered her attire and they both gasped as his touch roamed straight up her leg over her buttocks to her back, then did it again.
"Kathryn..." His deep voice resonating in her mouth made her toes curl.
Through the haze in her brain she knew he was waiting for a response, as his lips moved over hers, softly and not so softly. "What...." She managed to say.
"I thought I told you," he continued, pulling his mouth away from hers and nibbling her jaw, "that if you ever tried this again," he licked her neck, all the way up to behind her earlobe, "I wouldn't stop myself," his lips devoured the skin of her neck sending shivers down her spine, "that everything would change," his hand traveled around her body to capture a soft breast, "and that this wouldn't be a one time thing." His mouth found hers again, taking it hungrily for a moment. He stopped gradually. "I mean it. No matter what you say tomorrow. I'll ignore it. I'll over ride your door lock and come to your bed each and every night and seduce you..." His hand left her breast, moving down her side, around her hip, caressing her buttock, heading to her folds.
She heard another moan, this one coming directly from her gut. She pulled his head back down to hers and kissed him deeply, sending her tongue to find his palate again, desperate in her need to taste him, to feel herself, and him, succumb.
"Kath-ryn..." He said into her mouth.
"Sh-h-h....I heard you....I understand...." She put her leg over his hip, pulling them more tightly together, her stomach dipping with a thrill of anticipation as she felt his erection push against her. "I heard you last night, too." She moved her mouth along his jawline, running her hand through his silky hair.
His eyes met hers in the low light, piercing in intensity, dark dark brown irises reaching into soft grey-blue ones, each with their own need, each with their own love. She nodded and smiled. The last thing she saw was one of his more beautiful smiles before his face became a blur as he devoured her mouth with her complete and total cooperation.
In the early morning hours she woke to the sensations of hands moving up and down the front of her, squeezing her nipples gently, his mouth journeying down her belly until it found its intended target. Reaching his tongue into her, swirling around her clitoris, the haze of sleep was replaced with the sweet tingling of an impending orgasm. She barely had time to contemplate how many this had been, four? five? before the spiraling upwards could not be stopped and she gave herself over to it. The searing release, muted by sleep, was all encompassing as she bucked against his mouth, her hands reaching for him, her voice calling him. When he finally moved up to her she wrapped herself around him tightly.
She felt him against her, hard and hot. She reached down and took him. Her afterglow changed to unfulfilled desire and she spread her legs widely, rolling him back and forth, never taking her hand away, stroking him, manipulating him, watching his eyes change too. She let go and he entered her swiftly, deeply, filling her as only he could, moving in and out of her as his mouth fell onto hers, mimicking the actions of their bodies.... She knew him well enough by now to know he was very close, from the taste of him, his breathing, his rhythm that had slowed. She was so taken by this realization that she felt her own orgasm approach quickly, suddenly on the precipice with him. She never wanted it to be over and one more move and it would be. His mouth was melded with hers, his motions all but stilled. They were in complete alignment, one being, two souls, looking out over the edge together, the sweet, delicious edge that held them. She heard herself call his name, felt him groan loudly in response, tighten and push deeply against her womb as the warmth of his seed filled her, the stars exploded behind her eyes and her orgasm contracted around him, milking him, their aftershocks mixing, their bliss complete...... She told him she loved him. He told her he loved her. They fell back asleep.
She called him into her ready room that afternoon, having thought long and hard about the night before. They had gotten little sleep, enough, though, for clear thinking. She put on her Captain's mask, trying to hide her emotions behind it.
He came in and stood at attention, as he always did, hands clasped behind his back, the broad expanse of his chest apparent for her to look at, to remember the feel of and the taste of. She coughed and motioned for him to join her on the couch. She offered him some tea which he declined. She got up for some coffee, giving her a moment to rehearse her well thought out speech one more time. Sitting, she took a sip before putting the mug on the table in front of them.
"Chakotay. I've been thinking about last night. I think that perhaps I was a bit too hasty in my actions, a bit too, well, driven to truly consider the ramifications." She met his eyes directly for the first time. "But in the light of day I've given this a great deal of thought. And, um, I've changed my mind." She allowed her emotions to slip past the mask for a moment.
He looked at her with a very small grin pushing one corner of his mouth upwards. "I see. You do know what this means, don't you? You understand the original agreement...."
"But...." She tried to argue with him, he interrupted her.
"No 'buts' Kathryn. I'm ignoring what you say. Tonight, I will override your door lock, come into your bed and seduce you all over again." He leaned toward her, staring with intensity deeply into her eyes. He watched her react.
She met his mouth with her own, snaking her hands behind his head, pulling him further into the kiss as his arms brought her tightly against him. Their breaths mingled, short and hot gasps were taken. Their hearts pounded together. Just before they got truly carried away, she broke the kiss.
"That's all I wanted to hear, Chakotay," she said softly, with a smile.
"I know," he replied, flashing her a two dimpled grin.
End.
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