Soulmates: The story of Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay
A Series
By Voyfemme
Part 5: A Natural Progression
This series is made up of chapters which contain parts that may have sub-stories. The series also has Codas which highlight the story of Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay but from another crew member's perspective. The other stories that have been written thus far are in chronological order below:
Chapter 1: The Journey
Part 1: Strangers
Part 2: The Nature of Friendship
Part 3: Connections
Part 4: The Second Anniversary
Part 5: A Natural Progression PG-17 (Reflections PG-13)
have been written and posted.
It is not porn, but it is of the same sexual content as the average adult romance book. This is the fifth story in the series:
This part is set during the third season, from The Q and Grey and ends after Unity and contains major spoilers. The characters and main principle of the story belongs to Paramount, they own the rights for all of it. This story is not meant for profit. I apologize in advance for my poor use of medical terms in this piece. I am not a doctor by profession.
Part 5: A Natural Progression
Summary:
Chakotay and Kathryn realize that they are playing with fire when it comes to their relationship. Will they get burned?
Part 5: A Natural Progression.
Chakotay:
She emerged from the bathroom in his quarters. She stopped and he stared appreciatively, drinking her in with his eyes, the lust in them barely being contained. With every fiber of his being he wanted this woman, who stood in front of him in what had to be the shortest, sheerest pink negligee he had ever seen in his life.
She drank him in also, the lust not contained in her eyes; it seemed to be a beacon to him. It drew him. Without taking his eyes off her, he made his way to her as she did. Slowly the two met half way, their eyes never leaving each other. Each felt that if they did, this moment that seemed to be outside of time would be outside their experience.
It was only when they were close enough to share each other's breadth that she began to kiss him. At first it was only the meeting of two lips, gently brushing each other as if in passing, and then it became deeper and harder as lips parted and each explored the other with their tongues. He felt he could stay glued to her like that forever. He wanted to, but then he wanted more. But they had time there was no need to rush. They had such a long time...
They shared each other in that kiss; intelligence, determination, conviction, passion and fire. It was a prelude for what was to come.
He broke away from her and held her at arm's length so that he could look at her. In his eyes she saw that he possessed her, and with her eyes she gave him the power to do so. She approached him. He was wearing a sleeping tunic and with motion she bent down and began to strip him of it. He aided her and soon he was wearing nothing, his body obviously conveying the desire that he felt for her.
Her eyes, which had never left his face, now wandered down his body and back to his face again. He felt absorbed in that look. Gently he took her hand and led her to the bed and disrobed her.
What she had done to him with her eyes, he did to her, with his mouth all over her body. He explored her, ate and drank of her until he got his fill. No words were uttered, there was only the sound of breathing which got shorter, harder and raspier as they began to fan the fires of desire between them.
Suddenly she gave a small moan signaling her readiness. He entered her and held her gaze. An immensely satisfied look crossed her face. She traced his tattoo with her fingertips as he began to move slowly and gently as if he was afraid that he would hurt her. She moved with him, her eyes closed and low moans escaped her periodically. He focused his eyes on her and found himself moving faster. All the time he was aware of the connection that she had to him. It was a connection that was born of the friendship that they shared and were now cementing with this physical act. He had always noted the times when they acted together; they seemed to be of one mind. When they were together, he knew they were of one spirit. And for the first time tonight, they were of one body. The final separation between them, the final gap, had been Bridged with this act. They were truly one, finally. The act now occurring was irrevocable.
Her moans were coming faster and harder as the pace between them seemed reach a frenzied pitch. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she gasped;
Chakotay
It was enough to send him over the precarious edge that he had been on. With a low moan, which came from his soul, he came, and the fires that had been raging within them seemed to be quenched somewhat.
He lay on top of her and in her for a long time while their breaths became regular. At last he lay on his side, and without leaving her, pulled her to him. Looking deeply and lovingly into her eyes, he said her name;
Kathryn.