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The kiss was tender, gentle and full of unspoken words that had been praying on both of their minds for far too long.

Placing both of his strong hands on either side of her face, Chakotay pulled away- there was no way that he would continue with this if he felt that she was not sure, if there was any doubt in her mind. He would not hurt her. She meant too much.

I love her too much to force her into something that she would regret…

But, looking into her steel-blue eyes he saw only a reflection of the desire and potent need that he had felt for her from the moment he had looked into those eyes for the first time on Voyager's bridge. They were both breathing unsteadily, the sound of her ragged breaths, the heat radiating off her flushed skin, every part of her being desperately needed him. There was no doubt in either of their minds about that.

He could almost feel the desperation that burned in the depths of her gaze-

The kiss continued, far deeper and impassioned than before, neither of them knowing who had leant into the other's embrace first. Chakotay deepened the kiss, becoming lost in her; the feel of her against him, her left hand on his chest, her right hand in his hair. Both his hands were still on either side of her face, cupping her cheeks as she pulled him in closer. Kathryn parted her lips, and let Chakotay's tongue slip into her mouth, where he stroked it along hers, making her ache and yearn for him. She groaned against his lips and he drew her in, wrapping his arms around her once more, holding her closer to him, each of them feeling the other's heartbeat race as the kiss deepened even further.

Kathryn pulled away and placed both her hands on his strong torso, smoothing his T-shirt over his firm pectorals and solid abs, admiring his body. One hand strayed over his left nipple, and he inhaled sharply as it tightened beneath the palm of her hand. She looked at Chakotay's face again, the desire turning his rich brown eyes darker. On any other occasion, that degree of need in anyone's face for her would have scared her, but she knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, if not more. It dawned on her that she might be able to love this man more than she could ever have loved Mark. A few days ago that would have frightened her, but being in the constant company of Chakotay let her forget her past life before Voyager, and focus on a part of her that was not preoccupied with protocols and deadlines. With him all the cared about was being with him. And that was something that she had rarely felt when she was around Mark.

She tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his heavily muscled chest, arms and back. She stroked her hands over him again, flattered by the way his skin tightened into goose bumps. She tilted her head slightly her silk robe slipping to reveal her neck. Chakotay leaned forwards, and kissed her gently on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and directly to the core of her being, causing blood to rush between her legs and make her gasp, all thoughts driven from her mind as she was consumed by her love for him.

Pulling her hair out of the way, he left a trail of soft kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, lingering on a particularly sensitive spot just below her left ear, relishing her increasingly guttural moans of anticipation. He drew her in closer, sitting her on his thighs so he could continue to kiss downwards, over her collarbone and towards her breasts. Kathryn moaned deeply as he dragged her right nipple, along with the fabric that covered it, into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked on her, gently to begin with, but slowly tugging harder, drawing more of her into his mouth. He let go of her breast, the sudden absence of his warm mouth a cold contrast to the cool evening air against the wet fabric of her nightgown. She shivered against him, pulling him into another tight embrace, this time the soft silk of her dress over her taut nipples causing a friction which made him to throb with desire for her.

Chakotay wrapped his left arm around Kathryn's waist while his right hand stroked its way up her calf and to her thigh. All of a sudden she was gone, having twisted from his embrace and stood up. She drew the bedcovers to one side, revealing his boxers. The cool air reached his thighs, which were soon warmed as Kathryn sat across them and leant into him again. He placed his left hand on her thigh, pushing the fabric of her nightgown higher, his left arm on the back of her head as he kissed her again, this time harder as his passion for her grew.

His hand reached the edge of her panties, and he slipped his fingers below the thin fabric, gripping her right hip and pulling her hot centre against his abdomen. She arched against him slightly, making him hard beneath his boxers and causing him to grip more tightly. Kathryn pulled out of the kiss, her expression difficult to read, and Chakotay removed his hand from her hip, scared that he had hurt her. He was about to apologise when she pressed her mouth to his, causing all words he might have spoken to her in that moment to be lost as the ache between her thighs intensified, her need for him more acute than before.

Chakotay pulled her in closer, this time with a hand on either hip, and he dragged her in even more, so she sat on his thighs, straddling him. He hardened even more as her soft, damp folds pressed against his abdomen through, and Kathryn groaned again as she felt his erection jut against her thigh. She rubbed against him, making him forget all intentions of a slow pace as she reached down and stroked her hand along his length. Chakotay pulled her in so they were as close as they could get, and she stroked him again, making him grip her nightgown in an attempt to remain in control of his overpowering emotions towards her.

Kathryn pushed away from Chakotay, and dragged his boxers off in one fluid movement, the sight of his huge erection making the ache between her legs almost unbearable. She needed him- now.

She sat on him again, one thigh on either side of his hips as she pulled herself against him again. He groaned as the warm, wet fabric of her panties touched the head of his member, and he gripped the sides of her thighs. His right hand strayed upwards towards the hem on her panties, and his impatience got the better of him as he simply ripped them off. Kathryn placed her arms around him, and moaning loudly as his erection brushed against her bare lips. She released her hold on his back, and dragged her nightgown up over her shoulders, giving him a full view of her.

Chakotay took a moment to admire her beauty- her pale skin, graced by half-faded freckles, tight rose colored nipples that rose with her labored breathing, her taught stomach and slender hips. Her slight, petite frame seemed so much more...

Delicate. Not vulnerable, but delicate.

His hungry gaze took in her every curve, every small detail of her that was so very… Kathryn.

"Beautiful," he muttered, his lips brushing momentarily against the softness of her pale skin just below her collarbone. The smile that he saw on her elegant features caused his breath to catch. The smile was small, but the warmth that it created in her eyes dissolved any pain of conflict that had been there previously. That smile may have been small, but it was the smile that broke his heart.

This was the woman who held a confident and commanding presence on Voyager's Bridge.

This was the woman who blushed when he paid her a compliment.

The woman whose laugh made his breath catch and his heart stutter.

The woman who had driven him, so effortlessly, to distraction.

She arched against him and he placed a hand on her back, bringing her right nipple into his mouth again. He was amazed at how responsive she was, and scraped his teeth over the tight skin and sucking hard as Kathryn bucked against him. She moaned as he sucked once more, her lips growing wetter and wetter. She arched against him, bringing his length against her hot opening, and he placed both hands across her back, released her breast and rolled, so he lay on top of her, his face just above hers. With one hand he pulled he covers over their legs, the other in her hair as he kissed her, now more fierce in his displays of unrestrained affection.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes, the passion in both of their expressions growing as he nudged once between her legs. Chakotay waited, looking into Kathryn's eyes to make sure that there was no doubt in her mind of this. But he saw none. He only saw a deep need that desperately had to be fulfilled.

She could feel him, the swollen head of his member poised at the opening between her lips, the pulse of his need, the heat of his passion. He pushed forwards slightly, into her wet opening, and she groaned as even that one little movement brought her close to release. Chakotay lessened the pressure again before adjusting himself so he lay on top of her, his arms by her head, his hip just above hers, his chest against hers as they breathed heavily in anticipation, his face inches from hers.

He eased himself into her as his eyes locked onto hers, wanting to remember every emotion that showed on her face. It took all of his self-restraint to keep his head as he was so utterly consumed by the sensation of being inside her. She inhaled sharply as he pushed into her; filling her so tenderly that she thought she might cry again. Chakotay paused, giving her time to adjust, searching her face for any signs of pain. But he needn't have been concerned, as the next word to fall from her lips made him lose all contact with anything but her.

"Harder." It was not a command, but a desperate and whispered plea, which made Chakotay's blood boil for her.

Suddenly, and without any hint of warning, Chakotay thrust into her, stretching her with the size and breadth of his erection. Kathryn cried out as more blood rushed between her legs. He drew out of her slowly, making her gasp and tense around him as her pleasure heightened.

He pushed into her again, and she screamed, already so close to orgasm after her lack of sex for almost two years. He lifted his hips up as he pulled out from between Kathryn's legs, too close to release. He wanted to, needed to, savour this moment. Chakotay thrust into her once more, so hard that she screamed his name as she came after so little stimulation.

The sound of his name, and the way she tightened around his member caused Chakotay to burst inside her, spilling himself into her as he too came.

Chakotay gently pressed his lips to hers, and Kathryn wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her as he pushed between her legs again, making her moan into him. He moved on top of her more slowly this time, the initial urgency relieved with their first orgasm.

He pushed into her again, so hard that she pulled out of the kiss and clenched her teeth to stop herself from screaming as she came a second time, and so shortly after the first orgasm.

She couldn't ever have imagined anything as wonderful as this. Although Kathryn was not a virgin, she had never been very experienced, her busy work life since turning her attentions to following in her father's footsteps more fully and pursuing a command of her own preventing most chances for lovers. Mark had understood this, but their relationship had been one born out of a childhood friendship, and they had been growing apart in the months before her deployment.

She pulled herself back to the present, feeling Chakotay's erection continuing to move in and out of her, the mere thought of it sending shivers down her spine and blood between her legs. Chakotay lifted off her slightly, holding her hips as he thrust into her, his pace slightly quicker, although he was still not as rushed as the first time. At this rate Kathryn would come again long before him.

He pushed into her harder now, delving in further than he had before, the constant friction between his thick shaft and her hot opening bringing her closer to orgasm than he realised. The ache between her legs built even more.

"More!" she gasped.

He placed his left hand on the small of her back, to keep her off the covers, and brought his right hand up to his mouth. Chakotay licked his fingers, and placed the two fingers in between her wet lips, one on either side of her clit. He moved them slightly, and Kathryn bit her lip as her self-control faltered. He moved them again, matching the rhythm with which he pushed into her, and she arched against him, screaming his name again as she came for the third time, shuddering and trembling under him, her orgasm far more violent than her first two had been.

That's it, scream for me Kathryn, he groaned through clenched teeth as he pushed into her more vigorously still, and she screamed again, the tears in her eyes rolling down the sides of her face and into her hair. But he still didn't stop. Instead, he moved faster, pumping into her hard with his hips, and moved his fingers closer and closer to her aching clit.

He pinched her sore nub with his fingers, making Kathryn clench and scream at the top of her voice for him to do it again. Chakotay obliged, as he was close to orgasm himself, perspiration beading on his forehead, covering the tattoo of his tribe. She screamed again, her hips bucking against him as she came hard and arched against his torso. He lifted her with his free arm, and pumped into her from below as she groaned into his shoulder, close to exhaustion from the amount of pleasure he was causing her. She drew him in closer, her hands on his back as he pushed into her, his pace furious as he tried to make her come again. he pinched her clitoris a third time, and she came once more, tightening around his shaft as he came too, spurting into her violently as he his whole body shook against her; the pain and pleasure of her seventh orgasm making her bite his shoulder to prevent her from screaming again as white-hot desire cursed through her veins. She bucked below him, throwing her head back as she cried out in pleasure, making him come into her again.

Kathryn lowered her head and Chakotay brought his lips to hers, the kiss gentle and loving as he removed his hand from her clit, the slight brush against her hidden nub making her instinctively tighten around his erection, and he erupted into her once more, rocking against her as he came and then collapsed onto her, exhausted after such intense love-making. The two of them lay there, her arms around him, their bodies still interlocked as they recovered from the passionate experience.

"I love you, Kathryn," he whispered into her hair as he eased off her and pulled her naked, still-trembling form against him. "Always."

Moments later he was asleep.

"I love you too, Chakotay," she breathed into the silence, closing her eyes as she melted into the embrace if the man whom she loved with every part of her soul.

But he did not hear her...


To be continued...