Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Trek universe, though I wish I did. It's a travesty, I know.
Author's Note: I decided to write 50 chapters of Janeway x Chakotay smut for NaNo2013 but that didn't really pan out (I ended up switching out plot ideas) but now I have a lot of smut and nothing to do with it. I've decided to post it as part of an ongoing series of one-shot PWPs for y'all to enjoy. The stories vary in settings, time frames, and situations. Some are based on prompts, though most aren't. Anyhoo, enjoy!
He's a very hungry man and she looks good enough to eat. He rubs his face, laughing at himself for the cliched thought. They're eating dinner, same as they do every night, but he's finding it increasingly difficult to stay focused on the salad he's supposed to be eating. She keeps tearing her bread into little pieces and he finds that he's mesmerized by the way her fingers are moving.
"Did you even hear a word I just said, Chakotay?"
He blushes faintly when he realizes he's been caught staring at her; she's leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, grinning that crooked little grin he loves so much. He rolls his eyes and leans forward, propping his elbows on the table while returning her grin.
"Sure didn't," he replies honestly. "I got distracted."
"Of course you did," she says, pursing her lips. He tries to control the urge to stand and then waves that thought away. Standing quickly, he reaches across the table and grabs her shoulders, tugging her up to kiss her hard. She throws her arms around his neck and he grins against her mouth; he loves when she's in the mood for a quick romp.
"You always distract me, Beloved," he says, nipping playfully at her neck as he uses his free hand to push everything off the table. Turning a little, he easily lifts her up on the glass surface and laughs at her yelp.
"Chakotay, we eat here!" she says and he nods, licking his lips as he grins at her.
"We certainly do," he replies as his hand slips down the front of her uniform slacks. He works his way past the band of her underwear and chuckles at the look of shock on her face, proud of the fact that he can still surprise her. She's wet, nearly dripping, and he runs his fingers through her moisture before focusing on her clit. Her hands are gripping at his shoulders, her lips are parted, and she growls deep in her throat.
"Beautiful," he whispers. He keeps his fingers moving as his other hand unbuckles her slacks and pulls them down, working them over her hips before repeating the action with her underwear. He hears her groan as he sinks to his knees but he ignores it, focusing solely on the feast before him. Her skin is flushed and the smooth skin of her inner thigh draws his lips forward. The light kisses he places there make her groan again but he's moving toward his goal.
The first swipe of his tongue against her labia makes her back arch and he rests his hand on her stomach to keep her in reach. His erection is straining against his trousers but he ignores it and keeps his tongue moving against her, flicking against her clit and licking her labia. She's addictive, the taste of her pulling him in and keeping him going at her. A particularly aggressive pass at her clit makes her grunt and he struggles to keep her still as she writhes on the table.
"Please," she whispers and he centers his attention on her swollen clit, nipping at it gently with his teeth. She cries out in orgasm and he laps at her as she peaks, enjoying the rush of liquid her body releases. Dropping kisses on her skin while he moves, he journeys up her body. he pauses to pull her shirt and bra up and off and then runs his tongue between her breasts. He pays special attention to her nipples, knowing how much she loves it.
She tugs on his shoulder, making him look up; she's flushed and panting, her hair in disarray - he can't remember her ever looking so beautiful. He fumbles with his pants and gets them unzipped, slipping his erection out so he can push into her as he leans over to kiss her. She bites his lip as she kisses him and he groans softly, thrusting hard into her in pleasured retaliation.
"You feel so good," she whispers against his lips, moving in rhythm with him. Her legs wrap around his waist and he grips the back of her thigh, pushing harder into her. Their breath mingles as they stare at each other, caught up in the moment, and he's caught off-guard as she shifts a little to bring his next thrust deeper into her.
"Spirits," he groans, trembling at the feeling of being buried so far into her that he's not sure he can tell where he ends and she begins. She's starting to tighten around him and it's driving him crazy; her inner walls are clutching at his penis and he's struggling to avoid slamming into her harder. He stares down at her, licking his lips as his thrusts increase, and he knows he's losing the last shreds of his control.
"Let me feel you," she says as she tightens around him and he grunts, thrusting into her harder and deeper. The tingling shards of orgasm spread from his groin outward and he cries out as his body rigours. His hips jerk erratically and then lock against hers, his penis swelling with his seed. He spurts into her waiting body and she shrieks, coming at the same time he does. The feeling of her warmth gripping him makes him shudder and the tremor that rocks him steals his breath. He falls forward against her, panting and trying to catch his breath. Nestling his face into the crook of her neck, he starts to laugh and finds it hard to stop.
"What a use for my table," he manages and she laughs too. "I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at it the same way."
"No complaints here," she agrees. "But next time we should do this when there's no food to be thrown on the floor."
He looks down at the remnants of their dinner, laughing sheepishly as he stands and slips from her. His cheeks flush as he shrugs and says, "Oops. We'll know next time."
She props herself up on her elbows and grins at him.
"And we definitely know there's going to be a next time."