Truth's Consequence
Chapter One: Stormy Night
Summary: Kathryn and Chakotay finally act upon their feelings, but will their truthfulness to each other have outlasting consequences?
A/N: This story is rated M for a very good reason, if you are under age or are easily offended please do not read. I have written it as tastefully as I could and still get the feelings across. Anyway you have been warned!
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Kathryn lay in bed, her blankets wrapped tightly around her. The wind was blowing fiercely outside the cabin in which she occupied. This wasn't exactly how she'd wanted to spend shore leave.
She shivered and curled into more of a ball. The room was freezing but there was little that could be done. She'd tried in vain to use the heater, but just as it would began to warm up a violent gust of wind would cause another power fluctuation.
She sighed and starring out the window at the alien trees dancing wildly in the wind, casting mincing shadows caused by the small amounts of moon light that managed to break through the clouds, she wondered how the others in her crew that were on the surface were fairing. Had she had any idea that the surface conditions were going to be like this she would have never authorized shore leave, let alone taken it herself.
The storm had come up so quickly. There was literally no warning, if there had been she would have transported back to the ship immediately. Now all she could do was hope that everyone had found shelter and try to pass the time until the storm passed. That was of course far easier said than done.
She was finding it very difficult to sleep. The sound of the wind knocking things around outside and the rain hitting the metal roof made it very difficult to wind down. Oh how she longed for a hot bath, but she knew with the threat of lightning strikes that was a very bad idea.
Hours past and she was nearly asleep when a strange sound outside on the front porch of the cabin startled her. She quickly pulled herself out of the bed and made her way towards the door. She didn't have a tricorder or a phaser with her. She didn't feel that she would need either, but now she regretted that decision. She lifted the heaviest object that she could find and carry in one hand. Opening the door she held it up.
She dropped the item as soon as she realized what, no rather who was there. "Chakotay" she stated very startled.
"Hey, sorry to intrude like this," he paused for a moment still standing outside on the porch. He was soaked from head to toe. His hair clung to the top of his head; his teeth could be heard clattering as he spoke. "Can I come in?" He asked.
Kathryn's eyes grew wide as she realized that she was keeping the poor half drowned man outside. "Oh yes of course," she said moving aside so that he could get out of the elements. "What are you doing down here?" she asked, she helped him to remove his top layer of clothing. She had to watch herself and keep herself from gasping when it was removed. His under clothes too were soaked and clung to nearly every part of his body.
Despite her best efforts she couldn't help but look him completely over from head to toe and everywhere in between as he spoke. "Well I was due to return to the ship earlier today, but my tour of the great caverns turned a little rocky so to speak when our guide slipped and fell. He ended up needing a rescue. By the time we got out of the caverns the storm had already moved in." he stated, he hadn't noticed her looking over every part of his chiseled body that was evident through his thin underclothes. "I didn't know where to go, I was told to find shelter, I came to the first cabin I saw." he paused then a smile crossed his lips. "I'm glad that it was yours and not some stranger."
She laughed, oh how she could only imagine if it'd been someone else that he'd come across. She could see that he was freezing; the storm had been going on for quite a while. He must have been exposed to the elements for hours. "We should probably get you out of these wet clothes" she stated. She had started to walk back towards the door to the only bedroom in the cabin.
"Um, Kathryn I don't have anything to." he stopped when he saw her return with a large white robe.
"This came with the room, I think it's supposed to be one size fits all, but the Narkins are far larger in size then I." she stated handing it to him. "The bathroom's through the sleeping area." she told him.
He nodded and made his way to change. While he was gone Kathryn sat down on one of the only two chairs in the cabin. She silently chided herself for looking him over the way that she had. Looking around a new worry crept into her mind. Where was he going to sleep? There was only one bed and the chairs; well there was no way that he could sleep in them. She also couldn't have him sleep on the floor. They were all hard wood; there also really wasn't enough bedding to set up a completely different sleeping area.
She looked up as she heard him re-enter the main living area. She smiled at him, the robe thankfully fit well. It more then covered the important areas. Standing up she walked towards the kitchen nook, "are you hungry?" she asked. Her host had been kind enough to have stocked her up on all of their delicacies.
He took the seat that she hadn't been sitting in. He too had noticed the lack of sleeping accommodations, though he wasn't going to say anything just yet. "Actually I am." He stated, smiling in her direction. He'd been out in the storm for quite a long time, and was glad to finally be warm.
She returned with a plate that contained some muffin time items. "I'm not sure exactly what these are, but I'm told they are a prized treat." She offered him one he took it as she took the other seat. Taking a bite she closed her eyes, they were wonderful.
"Wow, I can see why, this is delicious." He grinned as he watched her enjoy the muffin. She was so beautiful, he only wished that she'd let him in to her life. They had been so very close on New Earth, but unfortunately they returned to get them just a bit too soon. The sensual look on her face as she savored the flavor of the muffin started to get to him. He quickly looked away towards his own muffin trying to avoid the effect that she was having on him.
A feeling of euphoria had started to overcome her. Her whole body began to tingle, she wondered for a moment if it weren't the food that was causing it. She dismissed the idea because they were just so delicious. Chakotay too had the same feeling, but he like her dismissed it.
After a little while she realized that she'd eaten three of the twelve muffins herself, and Chakotay had had four, "I think that we should put the rest away so we have some for later." She laughed, she was feeling very relaxed, and it seemed that her skin was crawling, every brush of fabric and every touch of the floor seemed to send shivers down her spine.
Chakotay gazed after her, he too was feeling odd, everything seemed to be heightened, the smell of her perfume, the whoosh of air that ran past him when she walked by. She was having one adverse effect on him, and he hoped that she'd figured out some other sleeping arrangement.
She came back into the room, and was giddy, her walk wasn't quite stirght either. "Kathryn just what do you think were in those muffins?" he asked, sending her a look.
"I'm not sure, but they sure were good." She was acting almost tipsy.
He laughed, "I think that we might be drunk" he stated realizing that she was slurring her words slightly.
"We are not Chakotay." She noticed his words were somewhat slurred as well. She paused for a moment and thought, when she heard herself speak, "okay maybe a little tipsy, no actually I think just really relaxed and tired."
He looked at her for a moment, "actually you're right I'm feeling tired too, maybe we should call it a night?"
"I think that's a good idea." She stood and walked towards the other room, the sway that she had was intoxicating.
She looked in his direction, "are you coming?" she asked pausing and leaning somewhat seductively on the door frame.
"Umm," he still hadn't gotten up.
"Chakotay, there is nowhere else to sleep but the bed, we're just going to have to share it." She'd crossed her arms in front of herself and peered back in his direction. "Besides I don't have enough blankets to set up something on the floor, if I were to try we'd both freeze."
He smiled slightly and stood, he really didn't want to be put in this position, but unfortunately he didn't have much of a choice, she was right. Though the wind had died down some it was still very stormy outside, and the cabin wasn't very warm. She was the first one in the room, and had taken the right side of the bed, he climbed into the left.
She'd decided it was best to leave her satin robe on, she had a night outfit but she hadn't originally been expecting company so her outfit wasn't much more than a thin satin spaghetti top and a pair of shorts that wasn't much more then underwear, she also had opted not to have any undergarments on below because it was just far more comfortable to sleep without them.
She turned the lights off, and snuggled into her pillow. Her skin seemed to be crawling, she could feel the heat from his body, and it seemed that she could almost hear his heart beating. She sighed as the blanket moved across her shoulder; she could feel him shifting position on the bed. She swallowed, she felt more attracted to him at that moment then she'd ever felt before.
He could feel himself swell at the sound she made. He closed his eyes trying to will the thoughts to leave. She had no idea what she did to him, and being this close to her, laying in the same bed under the same covers was pure torture. He knew that he couldn't act upon his feelings, but oh how he longed to turn around, reach around her and pull her to him. He swallowed trying to banish the thoughts away, they most certainly weren't helping his situation any.
She twisted some in the bed, she was finding it impossible to try to sleep, his proximity was nearly too much for her to handle. She just wanted to turn around, wrap her arm around his waist and snuggle into his back. To run her hands up and down his shoulders, and then across his chest, take his mouth into hers. She stopped herself, as her breath caught in her throat, she had been about to moan but had managed to catch it before she did. She briefly wondered if he were having similar thoughts. Subconsciously her hand drifted down her body, across her chest first down her stomach, and then paused at the juncture to her legs. She wished so hard that she could just turn around and take his hand not hers and show him what she wanted.
He could feel her shifting around, she was restless. Part of him wondered if it was because he was in the bed with her. He needed to move, he turned on to his other side, facing her back. As he attempted to get comfortable his hand accidently brushed her back.
She gasped at the sudden contact and let out a slight sigh before she could stop herself, she shivered, the feeling of his touch sending shockwaves throughout her entire body until they finally settled to where her hand was hovering just over. She swallowed hard, she knew he'd heard her, she didn't dare move. She knew that she should stand up make an excuse say she needed to use the restroom, something to get out of there. But, she didn't want to, what she really wanted to do was turn into him. She'd been thinking it and then found that she was doing it, she was turning her body into his.
Chakotay held still, he'd realized that he'd crossed the line when he'd touched her, broached her personal space. He hadn't been intending on doing so, but never the less he had. He could feel her moving, 'that's it she getting up' he thought to himself. He was then surprised when she shifted into his arms, he looked down to her his eyes narrowing, she was looking up at him, "Kathryn?" he whispered not sure what he should do.
She looked up into his deep brown eyes; she could see his longing, a sight that she'd seen on too many occasions. She reached her finger up and pressed it to his lips, "shh" she said before lightly tracing his lips and then down his neck to his chest, she parted the robe slightly so that she could have contact with his skin. She felt him shudder.
He had to stop her, what had made her decide that now was a good time, he stopped for a moment; maybe it was the muffins? "Kathryn," he said once again as he took her hand into his, "we."
She cut him off by raising her head to take his lips; it was a long sensual kiss, full of everything that she'd been denying him. She pressed up against his body; she could feel how much he wanted her pressing at her stomach. She smiled as she released his lips; he was having just as much difficulty as she was.
The kiss had left him dumb, he prayed that it wasn't just a onetime thing; he leaned into her and took her mouth once more. This kiss was far deeper full of every ounce of passion he had for her. He wrapped his arms around her running them up and down her back. He turned onto his back bring her with him, she was now atop him.
His touch seemed to leave a trail of fire down her spine, she wanted closer contact. She broke the lip contact and took the sash from her robe; she dropped it onto the floor next to her. She saw him swallow as he watched her. It was more then he could stand; he reached up and helped to remove the offending robe, followed by her thin night shirt.
He gazed at the beauty before him; she was so lean and pale. He reached up and pulled her close to him again, needing to feel her. His hands trailed down her now bare back to her sides. He took her mouth once more as he pushed her only reaming garment off, she'd straddled him and could feel him pressing against her thought the robe as she kicked off her bottoms.
She broke the kiss once more, she wanted him to be as free and open as she was, she quickly grabbed for the tie that held his robe together. She undid it and shrieked as he moved into a sitting position to push it off himself. Still sitting he pulled her into him, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. The feeling of being wrapped up in his arms was almost too much, she nestled her head into the crook of his neck. She could feel him lift her up. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck.
He'd moved to his knees so that he could remove the last of his clothing with the one hand that wasn't supporting her. He sighed as he felt himself be freed from his boxers. He leaned back onto the bed, and she placed her legs on either side of him. She took his hands into hers and placed them on her chest, encouraging him to explore. She sighed when he obliged her. She arched her back and pressed them into his hands, the feeling was exquisite. He was so gentle and loving.
She felt the need to be fulfilled and reached back with her hand to take him. He gasped at the sudden contact then bucked slightly. He was close just thinking about the fact that she was about to do what she was going to do. She was more than ready, it'd been a very long time, and he was so intoxicating that she didn't need much foreplay. She stilled herself and locked eyes with him. She'd moved to where she was hovering just above his shaft. "Kathryn?" he asked looking deeply into her eyes, he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted, though it was rather obvious that she did.
She ignored him and lowered herself down; she leaned forward and captured his lips. She sighed loudly into his mouth, and gasped as he bucked, a primal groan escaped from his lips at the feeling of her surrounding him. She stilled for a moment relishing in the feeling of being filled. Tears of joy had formed in her eyes, she'd longed for this moment for so long.
Once she'd adjusted to his size she began a slow steady pace, she'd leaned back up moving up and down on him. Her head was tossed back as he explored each breast; he slowly traced his way down her sides to the junction where they were joined. He watched her face as he worked. The pace that had started off slow became furious she arched her back with every movement. He bucked his hips, as she met him thrust for thrust. Their steady rhythm slowly dissolved to randomness strong steady movement broke into an array of movements some deep some shallow.
With a primal call he thrust up into her one more time his seed spilling into her womb. Her cry joined his, her body shaking and stammering, her innermost muscles clenching around him, milking every last bit of his soul into her. She collapsed down on top of him, worn, tired, sweaty, and extremely relaxed. She stay there her body atop his, red hair clinging to his bare chest.
After what seemed like ages he rolled her to her side, he slipped from her as they moved. A grown escaped her lips at the loss of contact. She opened her eyes to see him peering lovingly into her own. She reached up and kissed him sweetly, murmuring "I love you," before sleep overcame her.
He smiled softly and kissed her forehead, she'd already closed her eyes. "I love you too" he whispered before he too closed his eyes. He only hoped that in the morning she wouldn't regret what they'd just done.
