Warm fingers explored pale skin, tracing the natural marks and mars they found. They slowly moved downwards, over the small curve of a stomach and to the damp curls below. A soft moan filled the room, hips canting up to meet the probing fingers. A second set of fingers curved over a hip, gentle yet forceful in pinning them against the bed.

"Chakotay, please…"

"Begging already?"

She pushed herself up and crashed their lips together, immediately rewarded with a finger pressing into her. Their kiss muffled her moan as he helped her lay back and added a second finger, his hand slowly pushing against her. His other hand pressed against her thigh to keep her legs spread and pinned down. She stilled tried to push against him, trying to push his fingers deeper inside herself.

"Eager much?" He grinned and pressed his fingers further inside twisting them so his palm cupped her sex and his fingers could reach the sensitive spot along her inner wall. He pushed his hand against her harder, feeling her clench around him. His cock gave a throb in response and his groan was lost in her moan. "Is that what you want?"

"Fuck! God!" Her body shuddered as he added a third finger, her moan rising in volume and octave as she rode his hand.

"Come on…" He leaned over her to find a better angle for his hand, pushing his fingers inside of her and quickly rubbing his thumb over her clit.

Her breath came in short gasps as he pushed her to the edge, her body teetering until one final twist of his fingers pushed her over. She tangled her fingers in the sheets and rocked against his hand as the waves of her orgasm washed over her, her moans and cries the only sound other than her breathing. He pressed a kiss to her quivering stomach and pulled his hand free, wiping it on the sheets before he rested it on her leg.

"Better?" He smiled and settled between her parted legs.

"God, yes." She returned his smile and stretched her arms above her head, giving him a stunning view of her body. "But you know what would really help?"

He raised an eyebrow and slowly started moving his hands along her inner thighs. "And what would that be?"

She sat up and pushed him back, grateful her large bed gave them enough room to shift around. Her hands slowly unbuttoned his pants and inched them down her legs, pausing to press kisses to the appearing skin. He shifted and helped kick his pants off before his hand returned to her hip.

Her hands pinned his legs down and she settled on his stomach; he could feel her arousal against his skin and she could feel his cock against her body. She reached behind herself and wrapped her fingers around his cock as she sat up on her knees, her fingers holding him still as she pushed down on him.

Their groans mixed together as she moved until she finally bottomed out and came in contact with his thighs and stomach again. Both his hand gripped her hips, fingers firmly holding on as she adjusted to him.

"Shit, Kathryn…" He held her hips even tighter and watched her as she sat up and ease back down on him.

"You feel so good…" She moaned and pressed her hands against his chest to stabilize herself as she found a steadier, faster rhythm.

As she rocked against him, his hand slid up her side and cupped her breast. He massaged it and his other hand tightly squeezed her hip, helping to push her body down as he rocked his hips up. The added force pulled a loud cry from her, her nails starting to dig into his chest.

"Fuck, do it again," she managed, her legs shifting to give her better room to push against him.

He pushed up into her as she came down again, another loud moan filling the room. His groan echoed hers and he could feel his fingers bruising her hip as her nails dented his skin. She continued moaning in loud but short, stuttered cries with each thrust, and he could feel she wasn't going to last much longer.

"Sprits…" His hand moved to her other breast and he caressed it as she started rocking her hips harder before moving it back to her hip.

With both hands on her hips, he managed to push up into her. She pushed down with as much force, his louder groans joining hers. Her body clenched tightly around his cock and it drew other loud cry of her name from his lips.

"Fuck, fuck!" she chanted, her hips colliding with his once more before she came again.

She managed to keep rocking through her orgasm, long enough for her body to drag his orgasm from him. She milked his cock until it softened and she collapsed against his chest. His arm wrapped around her and he held her close, their pants synchronized and their chests pressing together with each breath.

"I love you," she murmured as her breathing started slowing.

"I love you too, Kathryn." He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and smiled, his fingers lightly moving along her back.

"We have to be on duty in four hours…"

"Mhmm. But was it worth it to stay up?"

"God, yes." She smiled and slid off his chest, instead settling against his side with her head on his shoulder.

He adjusted his arm around her and shifted to pull the blankets over them, simultaneously calling for the computer to dim the lights and set Kathryn's arm. He felt her smile against his neck and his arm tightened before he closed his eyes, waiting until her body relaxed before he fell asleep.

—

Kathryn was barely awake the next morning, even after a shower and a cup of coffee. Chakotay wasn't much better, quietly following her to the bridge each with a cup of hot liquid in hand. They entered an already quiet bridge minutes before their shift started, sinking into their seats with silent sighs and yawns.

"Report," Kathryn murmured, her eyes flicking toward the lieutenant in charge of the delta shift.

"Nothing to report, Captain," she answered. "It was a quiet night; we averaged warp 6.5 and are now four hours out from the planet."

"Good, thank you." She offered a smile and immediately gulped down her coffee as her eyes flickered the the view screen. Four hours gave her plenty of time to wake up.

The bridge remained quiet in the absence of any excitement. Kathryn waited for nearly half an hour before she excused herself to her ready room, barely stifling a yawn as she stood.

"Late night, Captain?" Tom asked, twisting in his seat to look at her.

"Mhmm," she held her mug loosely by her fingers and glanced at Chakotay.

"I heard Harry had a late night too." Tom nodded his head toward his friend at Ops and Kathryn followed his gaze to the ensign.

Harry leaned against his station, his bags evident even from halfway across the bridge. He seemed barely awake and concerned welled up inside Kathryn's chest.

"Ensign? Is everything okay?"

Harry murmured something incoherent and swayed against his station. Kathryn was at his side quickly and heard a few people stand up behind her. She ignored them and gently rested her hand on his arm, guiding him to lean against her.

He came too suddenly and pulled away, a look of horror crossing his face.

"Captain?"

"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked softly.

"Um… yeah. Might've… fallen asleep," he admitted hesitantly.

Kathryn's eyebrow arched up, confused and concerned. "You fell asleep?"

"I've had a few late nights, Captain. I'm sorry." He took a step away from her and closer to his station.

"Go get some rest, Harry. You're no good falling asleep on your feet." She watched him carefully.

"I'm fine, Captain. Really."

"I'll make that an order, Ensign."

He reluctantly nodded and relinquished his station to a waiting ensign, leaving Kathryn to return to her seat. She watched Harry leave the bridge and sighed softly before turning her attention to Tom.

"Is there anything I need to know about?" She raised her eyebrow once more.

"No, ma'am," he answered immediately. Kathryn shot him a look at the title and he cleared his throat. "I don't know what's wrong."

She scrutinized him for a moment more, something telling her that he was holding something back. Deciding to wait for one of them to come forward, she merely nodded and stood up once more. "I'll be in my ready room. Commander, you have the bridge."